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I drew Thomas as a merman idec
Be me. Be planning the next installment of Tales of Sodor. Find yourself shipping Donald and Nia. Panic because you have no idea how to write romance
Ttteblr, would we be interested in a fanfic centred on Lady of Legend and her struggle with being built from Maindy Hall?
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May or may not include some paranormal activity from Maindy Hall
Tales of Sodor
Book Two: Rebecca The Sunny Engine
Chapter 4: Found
In which Rebecca comes home
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“Any sign of her?” Gordon asked, trying to maintain a dignified air even as worry bubbled in his boiler. It had now been a week since Rebecca had run away and no one had seen her since.
“None.” Thomas sighed softly.
Gordon snorted. “She’s bloody painted yellow, you can’t miss that!”
Thomas wheeshed steam at him. “Don’t blame me, I’ve been looking just as hard as anyone else!” He said defensively. “If you’re that fussed, go and look for her yourself.”
Gordon raised an eyebrow. “And who,” he asked loftily, “would run the express?”
Thomas muttered something beneath his breath but said nothing more as he pulled away with the afternoon local.
Gordon looked at the clouds for a moment. Rebecca meant a lot to him. She had made even the dullest of mornings brighter just by being there. Something about her youthful eagerness seemed to make everything feel as though the world was pure and wonderful. Gordon took great pride in the express - anyone with eyes could see that - but he also took pride in her. In a way, Rebeccca reminded him of Tornado. Young, eager to please, able to find joy in the mundane.
And yet, two sides warred within him. One argued that telling her the truth was the best thing for her; the other insisted he shouldn’t have, she wasn’t even two yet. Besides, Blue Peter had told Tornado the truth, not him. What right did he have to tell Rebecca when he couldn’t even tell his own sister?
“You’re thinking too loudly.” A gentle voice cut through fondly. Edward reversed onto the adjacent siding.
Gordon huffed. “I am not.”
Edward chuckled. “My dear, I could hear you from Brendam.”
Gordon grumbled quietly. Edward stayed silent, trusting that his husband would tell him.
“Do you think Rebecca’s all right?” Gordon asked after a minute.
Edward looked at his buffers thoughtfully. “It’s hard to tell. It must have been quite the shock to the poor lass.” His face softened with concern. “I admit, I expected her to be back by now. We just don’t have enough engines to look for her and keep the railway running smoothly.”
Gordon paused and bit his lip. “I’m worried-” He cleared his throat and tried again. “I’m worried she’s gotten herself lost and it will be my fault.” He didn’t name the other possibility. He didn’t have to. Many parts of the National Network were still unwelcoming to steam engines.
“Don’t.” Edward said firmly. “It won’t do you any good.” He softened but the meaning remained the same. “Donna is struggling too; you can imagine what that’s doing to her."
Gordon could imagine. Donna had spoken to him just yesterday. They had avoided discussing Rebecca. He thought the guilty look in her eyes must be reflected in his own.
“You’d be the same if it were Thomas or Percy or the claypit gremlins.” Gordon muttered, hoping against hope Edward would catch his meaning.
Edward did. His eyes widened with dawning comprehension. “My goodness. Is she truly-”
“Yes.” Gordon murmured. “She is my daughter.”
“Oh, Gordon.” Edward responded. He would have pressed his buffers to Gordon’s had their frames allowed them to bend and their wheels stood on the same siding.
Gordon sighed shakily, forcing himself to breathe in and out. For once, the unshakeable express engine did not feel so unshakeable. “I’ve lost too many, Edward. If I’ve lost her-”
“Gordon, my love, you mustn’t think like that, you mustn’t.” Edward urged. “Not until we know that to be the case.”
Gordon made an umcharacteristically vulnerable noise. Steam hissed from his valves and he couldn’t meet Edward’s eyes.
“Gordon.” Edward said softly, almost pleading. That made Gordon look.
Edward looked older than he had in years. He had a habit of worrying whenever someone went missing as a result of war and the multiple times Thomas had seemingly vanished.
“Tell Henry to take the afternoon express.” Gordon said suddenly and steamed away. “I’m going to Swanage.”
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Rebecca sat silently in her berth at Swanage. She had not spoken to Manston in several days. Every time the older engine had tried, he’d been shooed away in a huff of steam. Her thoughts wouldn’t stop. How many siblings might she’d have known about if Manston had told her the truth in the first place? Would they be angry at her for not even knowing they existed? They could be angry at Manston, he deserved it. He’d buried them before she could know them.
She also found that she missed Sodor terribly. And now, well, she was hardly likely to be taken back after running away.
The shed around her was as dark and dusty as a grave or a prison. Yet she felt no desire to escape. How was it that you could miss - mourn - those you’d never met? All this time, Rebecca had gotten to know her dead siblings in the silence. She didn’t care for the spiders that had once frightened her. She sniffed. How far away her old, oblivious life felt.
“Rebecca?”
She huffed. “Manston, I don’t want to talk.” Her voice was flat.
“I hadn’t realised we sounded so similar.”
Rebecca blinked and looked up from her dusty buffers. Her eyes widened. It wasn’t Manston in the doorway but Gordon. Gordon? But what was he doing here?
“I’m bringing you home, you muppet.” The A1 said kindly.
Rebecca chuckled sadly. “What, back to Sodor? I mucked the trial up.”
“For understandable reasons.” To Rebecca’s shock and embarrassment, the fat controller stepped from Gordon’s cab. Balast crunched underfoot and he put his hand on her buffer. “Rebecca, I cannot imagine the shock that you have faced. I can name more than one of my engines who would have done exactly as you did if they were in your frames.”
Gordon coughed.
“While I would have appreciated a notice rather than a disappearance,” the fat controller went on kindly, "I am more than happy to keep you on.”
Rebecca’s eyes stung. “R-Really?”
Gordon chuckled. “Rebecca, I once went on strike over having to shunt and I was kept on. If the North Western can deal with something that petty, you running away is nothing.” He looked away awkwardly. “I’m just- We’re just glad you’re all right.”
Rebecca didn’t talk to Manston when they left. It would take her a while to forgive him and heal the rift between them. Although, she appreciated his gentle, if tentative and even shy, smile, and managed to return a small one of her own.
“Gordon.” Manston said. “Look after her, will you?”
Gordon paused, brow furrowing. “Look after her, or lie to her?”
Manston winced. That was answer enough.
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A month later, Rebecca found that one of the new berths at Tidmouth was hers.
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Do you think Henry's driver and firemen have to verbally announce themselves before they come up to him
Honestly? Yeah probably
Happy (late) Percy Day!
Tried a new style and frankly, quite happy with this
I love thinking about the old cruise liners in ttte and then I see pictures like this
Certified midgits, the lot of them
