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[misfittingwanderlust]

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“Hello! Can I help you?”

[factoria-the-creator-blog]

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@sentientsilverrocket

“Greetings.” Factoria smiled and waved. “I am Factoria, goddess of the planet Diversa.”

[flyboytracy]

Don't look now but there's a curious Thunderbird peering into the villa - probably already has startled some resident bros because giant robot. She misses her pilot and wants to know what's going on.

Scott doesn’t notice at first. He’s been buried nose deep in paperwork for a while when he begins to feel like he’s being watched. His gaze strays from International Rescue’s invoices for the first time in a while, expecting to see the sweet, innocent face of a little brother...but he’s alone.

Still the feeling persists. Scott’s gaze becomes wider and there - he spots a familiar flash of silver and blue through one of the many windows and waves cheerfully.

[jackofwheels]

She was glad she remembered the way; she had been waiting for the moment she could visit this Cybertronian friend again. Free of rescues, the Thunderbird cautiously made her way to the downed ship, and peeked around hopefully. "Wheeljack? Are you there? I-It's me, Thunderbird One!" ((don't mind me just slipping in here >w>))

Startled, Wheeljack swiftly looked up before his helm fins flashed brighter in his own way of grinning. “Hey Thunderbird!” he greeted cheerfully, walking forward so she could see him better. “It’s good to see you.”

[musicniinja]

❊ ✦ ✪ ❇ ((*just a mun watching you from afar* ^^))

SEND ME ANYTHING OK IM NOT REALLY ‘SELECTIVE’ also aw thanks, I’ve gotten waaaay better at writing than I did like, uh three years ago? Yeesh. I’m more of a visual storyteller, but writing for a character is just as fun. 

[flyboytracy]

One scoops up her pilot and gently nuzzles him against her cheek, only cause she's been a bit lonely and is sorry she hasn't been acting sentient for like ever and has been quiet and hasn't said anything, and yeah, she kinda missed him. A lot.

Scott had almost given up hope.

He comes down to the hangars a lot and sits in the low light, either up on the walkways or down on the launch pad with his lady.

He tells her about his days and his worries for even if she can’t hear him, it’s good to offload onto someone who isn’t his brother sometimes. Virgil’s already got so much baggage of his own.

So Scott’s down there one evening as usual, worn out from a rescue but unable to sleep when the world moves. Except it’s not the world, it’s his lady. She came back to him and Scott’s heart soars even as big fingers curl around him and lift him high into the air.

“Hey there.” He chuckles, all rumbly and rich as he’s nuzzled. “I missed you too.”

[flyboytracy]

One hopes he can hear her lonely noises from the hangar. Scott might not have a brother to hug right now, but he still has a Thunderbird he can (attempt to) hug!

Scott doesn’t sleep too well when one of his brothers is off-island. Johnny’s always off-island, true, but he’s almost here, a pin-prick of light amongst the stars and Scott can check up on him any time he likes.

This is different and Scott doesn’t know what to do with himself. Without Virgil around, he’s had to distract himself and his desk is clear, his inbox is empty and there’s nothing to do that’ll help him get some sleep that actually feels like he managed to rest.

Thus he trails down to the hangars to the place he feels most at home when half his home is missing upstairs. Thunderbird One’s there, half hidden in the low light and Scott curls up in a crook of an elbow maybe.

“Hey.” He mumbles against cool metal.

[flyboytracy]

Her legs were covered in bruises from tripping up the stairs, but she kept powering on. One would only give up once she found him but, this human body was a lot harder to control than her robot one... She gave up before she even reached his bedroom, dropping to her knees on the floor. "... Scott?" she called softly. "Can, you help me?"

Scott’s doing some pretty boring but necessary chores. His personal paperwork’s sorted for the month and he’s turned his attention to the ever so glamerous issue of tidying his overflowing wardrobe when he pauses, head tilting towards the door ‘cause he could’ve sworn he just heard his name.

“Can you help me?”

Scott’s gone in a blur of long limbs and a jacket he didn’t even pause to put away. He goes so fast he almost trips over somebody knelt near the top of the stairs.

“Gordon!” Scott thunders because the stairs are no place for tricks. But then he straightens out and his eyes go wide as they rake over the person he nearly flattened.

“Th-Thunderbird One?” he asks in disbelief. He’d know his lady anywhere, in any form because she’s his as much as he’s hers. “One?” He asks again, ‘cause he’d just about got used to her turning into a giant robot and now this. It’s a lot for a fella to take in.

“One?” He asks once more, much more gently this time because he’s Scott Tracy after all and some instincts never die even when faced with the fact his Thunderbird appears to be human now. When she’s human; smaller than him and covered in bruises, Scott can wrap his jacket around her and scoop her up from the floor like she weighs nothing.

“I gotcha.” he holds One safe and warm, taking her to the comfort of his room. “I’m here.”