#thunderbirdheadcannons

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Guys this is important, well see what you think.

Remember in Life Signs when Virgil reminisces about his dad making pancakes every Sunday? Well Breakdown falls on a Sunday and grandma says she attempted to make pancakes. She tried to copy her son’s tradition of making pancakes on a Sunday and it was her grandson’s birthday 🥰🥰 excuse me whilst I sob over this 😭😭😭

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Thunderbird ABCs

T is for Telepathy

Real or not it is definitely a fascination subject and something Kayo has always believed the boys have had with each other since childhood and into adulthood. There are two brothers who she believes has the strongest connection with each other and that’s Scott and Virgil, but the eldest does have a strong connection with all of his brothers, if something was wrong on a mission Scott would just show up even if no-one had called him and once it had saved Alan’s life, from that moment Kayo knew there was more than brotherly intuition to the Tracys.

Example “I have to go out there,” Scott paced the lounge as Kayo watched him. “He would call if he needs you.” Scott shook his head, “no, something is wrong, I can tell.” “Relax sweetheart.” Scott stopped and clutched his head suddenly, “oh.” “What’s wrong?” Kayo leapt up and grabbed his arm, “Scott?” “I’m launching, tell Gordon to get out of the pool,” Scott ran to the lamps leaving Kayo standing bewildered on the steps, she walked to the edge of the lounge and called down, “clear out Gordon, Scott is launching.” “Why?” “Ask later, now move or you’ll be fried fish.” Gordon got out of the pool reluctantly as he heard it clunk and he walked into the kitchen as Kayo joined him, “if this is that damn telepathic thing he believes he has, I’ll kill him.” “He just grabbed his head and decided to take off.” Gordon rolled his eyes as the pool disappeared under the patio and Thunderbird 1 roared up past them whipping their hair up, “I don’t believe him, I think he’s just being his usual overprotective brother self.” Kayo shrugged, “we’ll just have to see what happens.” Hours passed until at last Thunderbird 1 and 2 returned to the island, everything seemed normal except Scott wasn’t piloting his ship manually and was behind the controls of his brother’s ship, Gordon ran down to see Scott staggering out of Thunderbird 2 holding up Virgil. “Shit,” Gordon gasped. “Gordon, take his other side!” Scott called desperately. “What happened?” Gordon asked as he noticed the blood on his brother’s uniform, blood belonging to Virgil. Scott lay Virgil down on one of the infirmary beds as Gordon hovered beside it, “I found him unconscious, I’m hoping when he wakes up he can tell me himself,” he began a scan, “no bones broken, just cuts and a gash on the head.” Kayo looked down at her brother, “these look like slash marks, maybe he was attacked?” “Come on Virg, wake up,” Scott stroked Virgil’s hair back as Gordon tended to the gash on his forehead. “Ugh…No touching, the hair…” Virgil croaked and Scott grinned, “Scott?” “I’m here big guy.” “How did you know where I was?” Virgil looked up at him then noticed his siblings move closer to him. “I felt something, the hairs on the back of my neck started to itch and I suddenly got a headache,” he looked at the plaster covering a cut on Virgil’s forehead, “as if something had struck it.” “You’re covered in blood?” “Yours. We’ve patched up a cut on your chest.” Gordon leant against the bedposts, “you cannot be implying that you have a sixth sense?" Scott shrugged, “I don’t know what it is, but I knew Virgil was injured.” Virgil smiled, “thanks, Scott.” “Anytime, I suggest you get some rest, we’ll be in the lounge.” The trio went up to the lounge leaving Virgil to sleep and found Alan reading on the sofa. “Hey, you guys look upset, what’s up?” “Virgil got hurt,” Kayo sat down at the desk as Scot pulled the piano stool out. “Hurt!? Is he ok?” “He’s fine Alan, Scott worked some voodoo on him,” Gordon smirked as Scott began to play. “Voodoo?” “Yeah, Scott has this strange telepathic thing going on.” Scott frowned as he looked over, “that strange voodoo as you put it just saved our brother’s life, so don’t be so quick to ignore it.” “Does it work with all of us or just Virgil?” Alan asked. “It happened without any warning,” Scott looked down at his hands, “I guess you guys have to be mortal danger for it to work.” Virgil walked into his room stripping off his uniform as he closed the door and chucked the tattered suit down the garbage chute, he walked over to his wardrobe pausing by the mirror to look at himself, scars from old missions painted white lines across his arms and shoulders and now a huge bandage laughed at him from his chest, he pulled a shirt down gently over his head and zipped up a pair of jeans before turning to his desk where a photo of his family stood grinning at him, he opened a drawer and found a note from his mother, he sat down on the bed and read it. “Dearest Virgil, I’ll be back soon from my business trip, look after yourselves and your brothers, I am depending on you and Scott to be in charge (laugh). He and yourself are closer than you’ll ever know…” Virgil read this line over and over, perhaps there was something connecting them? Scott was still playing when Virgil walked into the lounge, the others were in the pool below and the second eldest approached the piano. “Scott, I was reading a letter mom left for me.” “Yeah?” Scott looked up at him with a smile. “She said we were closer than we’d ever know,” Virgil frowned. “Seriously? What did she know that we don’t know?” Virgil shrugged, “who knows, but you do seem to know if something is wrong before it happens.” “Maybe you’re too predictable,” Scott smirked as he stretched his fingers to the top octaves in a fast descending scale. “Well whatever we have, it works,” Virgil smiled as he leant back on the piano lid. “How are you feeling?” “Sore, but I’ll live.” Scott smiled, “good,” he continued to play and Virgil moved round to turn pages for his brother.

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Thunderbird ABCs

O is for Oboe

It’s jazzy, it’s peaceful and it’s an instrument you wouldn’t label as Penelope’s secret instrument. At university she was offered to learn any instrument she wanted for extra credit and she had willingly agreed to challenge herself. Thanks to the visits to the Tracy’s residence, she already knew how to play the piano with help from Virgil who had assisted in teaching her, so she wanted to push for something more difficult. The harp had been a second option but there was something about the oboe she just fell in love with.

Example

Thunderbird 2 stood gleaming in the English sunshine from where she was parked outside Lady Penelope’s mansion, the pilots had dropped in after a mission in the countryside and Penelope was treating them to tea and cake, Gordon followed Penelope into the study and his eyes laid on the woodwind instrument, piano music echoed down the hall from where Virgil was playing Penelope’s baby grand and Gordon grinned as his eyes laid on an object by the bookshelf. “An oboe Pen?” “I guess you now know my secret,” she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before picking out a book she was lending to Gordon. “Do you play then?” “Yes, I was in the school orchestra and I’ve never given the instrument up.” Gordon smiled at her, “could you play something for me?” Penelope blushed, “gosh, I haven’t played for anyone for ages.” “Please?” Penelope picked up the oboe and raised it to her lips as Gordon sat gazing at her, “don’t look too amazed,” she began to play a folk tune and she tried not to smile at Gordon’s awed expression. Gordon sighed as she finished the piece, “wow Penny, you’re amazing.” “You are too kind, I haven’t played in months.” “I couldn’t tell. You amaze me every time we meet.” “Who knew you could be so romantic? Come on, I’m not living up to my host status.” Gordon walked back into the lounge with Penelope, “thanks.” “Don’t tell anyone, please?” “It will be our secret.” Virgil pushed the stool back with his foot and stood up, “where did you guys go?” “I was getting that book for Gordon,” Penelope smiled as Virgil clipped his utility bandolier back on from taking if off to play the piano comfortably, “we should get home Gordon, if that’s alright?” Gordon nodded, “yeah that’s fine. Thanks for this Penny.” “My pleasure.” Gordon kissed her hand ignoring Virgil’s chuckle, “see you soon.” Virgil waited for the front door to close behind them then snorted with laughter, “you charmer.” “Shut up,” Gordon groaned, “I don’t tease you when you flirt with women.” “That’s because I’m successful at doing it." “Successful? I’m the one who is dating Penelope.” “Oh it’s official now?” Virgil brought the lift down. “Maybe. I’ll never tell.”

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Thunderbird ABCs

C is for crying

Everyone cries and there’s no shame in it, you might cry when a pet dies or when you hurt yourself, then you might also cry when a mission goes horrendously wrong. There isn't a way to express your self-disappointment anymore than just sobbing. The Tracys have cried a lot of times, over the tragic loss of their mother, over the injuries they have sustained from missions and sometimes just from a broken heart. Sometimes the crying is in privacy and alone. The want to be alone is always respected but there were always times especially when they were younger when a brother would go to the nearest person and just burst into tears seeking the comfort of any sort. Crying is just a force which has no limits.

Example

All the eldest were at university, Scott was in his final year at Oxford where Kayo was also studying, the siblings didn’t see each other often as being two years apart split their timetables apart. Their other siblings were all in America apart from Alan who was homeschooled but they called each other every day to check in on subject progress and attended any event a member of the family was in where it be one of Virgil’s recitals or Gordon’s swimming competitions. One afternoon Kayo received a message from Scott, this wasn’t uncommon as they spoke to each other a lot whether it was just a hello or advice on coursework, but this message was different, the note was asking her to come to his house off campus. Kayo replied immediately and grabbed her phone and keys before leaving her on-campus accommodation. Scott’s building was in the middle of town where he shared a block with three girls and two guys who were both in relationships within the house, and as far as Kayo knew, Scott had a girlfriend too so she wasn’t sure why he was inviting her over, she approached the door which opened before she even knocked, Scott’s face came into view and Kayo’s heart skipped a beat in sympathy. “Tell me what happened,” Kayo pushed him inside and climbed the stairs with him to his room, she closed the door and her brother burst into tears as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “She cheated on me.” Kayo sat down beside him and rubbed his hand with her thumb, “who?” “Tabitha White,” Scott’s head dropped into his hands. “Who with?” “Brad Davis, he fucking lives here. I can’t stay here Kayo.” “You’re in your final year, not much longer, and then we all move back home,” she squeezed his arm affectionately as he sobbed, she looked around his room and noticed blank spaces on his noticeboard and the remains of a sticker mark scratched off his guitar, “she meant a lot to you didn’t she?” Scott nodded tapping his heels frustratedly on the carpet, “my own housemate, we all hung out sure, but to date my housemate under my own nose.” “Oh Scotty, if it makes you feel you better, your relationship lasted a lot longer than mine,” she nudged him playfully making him smile, “you know, I’ve been taking lessons in Kung Fu outside of uni, want me to teach him a lesson, or her for that matter?” Scott shook his head with a tearful chuckle, “no thank you. Your comfort is enough little sister.” “Are you going to tell Virgil?” Kayo sat back on the bed crossing her legs under her as Scott got up to get his guitar. “Not yet, he’s got his final recital coming up,” he sat down tucking his leg under him as he balanced the instrument across his knee, “I don’t want him worrying about me,” he scratched more of the paper off then tuned the strings, “thanks for coming over Kayo.” “Oh, shall I go now then?” Kayo smirked as he looked at her quizzically. “I don’t want you to leave?” “I’m teasing, it sounded like you were satisfied with my visit," she smiled softly, "don’t hold a grudge against your housemate, as long as he thinks you don’t know they’re going out, they’ll stay out of your way.” “Are you sure about that?” “You graduate in a month Scott,” she reached out and stroked a loose strand of hair back off his forehead, “there’s no point in letting it affect how you do for the rest of the term.” Scott felt tears again and paused his fingers on the strings to wipe his eyes, “don’t tell Gordon about this.” Kayo cuddled up against him, “I wouldn’t dare Scotty. Brad and that girl can go to hell for all I care, no-one breaks one of my brother’s hearts,” she winked at Scott’s glare before laughing, “if you really can’t face it here Scott, we have a spare room on campus, I’ll request it if you’d like?” Scott nodded, “if you could, please?” “Done and done,” Kayo sighed as she leant back against Scott’s arm as he resumed playing, “I’ll always be here for you when you need a cry.” “Thanks, you’re stronger than me.” “Ha, not always. I’ll tell you about it one day," she sighed as the music drifted around the two of them and Scott's smile returned.