Trainee geek

making less sense than a bag of ferrets

[teapotteringabout]

Thunderbirds Inktober #21 - Elevator 🔼🔽

The original prompt was ‘hangar’ but I didn’t know what to draw for that, so I swapped it for a wildcard.

@myladykayo I remember you saying you wanted to see more of Kayo going on normal rescues, so here you are 😄

[mariashades]

I love the sense of movement!

[fab-vhs]

study — tracy family road trip

[katblu42]

I love this art style. Such great light and shadow

[thebirdfantasy]

This is gorgeous!

[womble1]

I know I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said already but this is gorgeous!

[fab-vhs]

study — tracy family road trip

[katblu42]

I love this art style. Such great light and shadow

[thebirdfantasy]

This is gorgeous!

[such-a-random-rambler]

Scott would never say that he’s pleased a forest fire got a little too close to a population centre than the local services could cope with, and he’s very displeased that both Gordon and Virgil are out of action for the next week due to minor injuries, and he doesn’t like the amount of grumbling he’s had to put up with about the changes to the rosta to arrange cover for them. But there is a slight spark of joy that he’s been working closely with John for the last three days - physically closely, of course, as John is always involved in an operation. Even if he’s not needed he makes himself involved. 

But it’s different to be launching together, moving rubble together, giving a congratulatory pat on the shoulder for a job well done. It reminds him of doing chores together as kids, before International Rescue and their own life goals took up so much of their time, and they made a simple task last all day because they didn’t want to risk getting another (worse) job when they were finished. Now he can only squeeze a few minutes socialising when John is down on mandated rest shifts, and that’s just not the same. 

Speaking of which, it was probably time for a break; the fire was under control and most people had evacuated. He closes the door of the home he’s just checked, and marks it clear, looking around for his brother.  

“John!” He calls and waves, seeing the bright blue suit several houses over where he’d been doing his share of the checks. Scott breaks into a light jog to get over there, where John is just standing, facing out into the street. He doesn’t seem to have heard him. Maybe on comms with someone? 

Getting closer can see that no, John is literally just standing, not talking, not searching, just standing, arms limp at his sides. 

“John, what’s wr -” Scott cuts himself off with a gasp. “Is that blood?” It’s coated both his gloves, fresh and wet, and splashed across his body, making the fresh blue into an obscene purple.  

He tries to catch John’s attention and notes the patch of hair densely matted with blood: John seems out of it, gaze glassy and staring into the middle distance but even a freely flowing head shouldn’t account for his much blood. 

“John.” Scott grabs his brother's shoulders, and the touch seems to jolt him to something close to alertness – he still looks fuzzy, but at least he’s meeting Scott’s eyes now. “How much of this blood is yours?” 

John’s reply comes slowly, and slightly slurred. “I - I don’t know.” The colour drains from his face in a flash, and Scott just barely managed to catch him before he hits the floor. 

thank you for the prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial <3

[womble1]

😲

[thunderthirstbot]

*salutes*

Pleasure to be of service to the cause

There will be more

We are Blessed!!!!!!!! ✨✨✨✨✨

Look at this incredible submission!!!! 👀🔥🥵🤤

Thank you so much from all of the community!!!

[womble1]

😆

[janetm74fics]

Fifteen Minutes

@whumptober Day 21 Brainwashed

With thanks to @the-original-sineater and @mariashades as always.

~

It had been a long, tiring day of back-to-back meetings that had been put off until they couldn’t be put off any longer. Plus a very important school meeting.

Which meant John had cut Scott out of iR comms. His brother needed all his concentration for TI meetings. It wasn’t because they were too difficult for Scott - far from it - it was to enable him to focus on getting through the day…

Which was also why Scott was unaware when Alan went temporarily offline during the rescue.

It had been a long and tiring one, a wildfire blaze that had spread in the summer heat on parched foliage that was like a tinderbox. It had taken the best part of the day to fight, and being one short hadn’t helped. Although…they weren’t really one short as Kayo had dropped in for a while to help.

She wasn’t there, though, when Alan went dark.

Fifteen agonising minutes he disappeared for, reappearing just as John had got Five into position to drop and Kayo was about to turn around.

Alan insisted he was fine, that he’d found a small cave in the small rocky hill that must have masked his signal. Both John and Kayo were dubious, but Alan’s suit showed normal stats considering the heat and length of time they’d been on the ground, so they reluctantly stayed where they were and let him finish the rescue.

It was pretty much over by then anyway.

Virgil, seeing how tired Alan really looked, shooed him home in One while he and Gordon finished up and Alan gratefully accepted the reprieve. Two wouldn’t be too far behind since this was their back door anyway.

John waited for Scott to sign off his last meeting before appearing on the holo, smiling as his brother yawned widely and stretched out.

‘Hey Scott. Just a heads up. Thunderbird One is due back in ten minutes.’ ‘Rescue over?’ Pretty much. Virgil said Alan looked tired so he sent him home. He and Gordon can manage the handoff.’ ‘FAB, John. sigh’ ‘Meeting not go so well?’ ‘TI was fine. Everything is all signed off for another Quarter. It’s Alan.’ ‘Schoolwork?’ ‘He’s behind again. I know he’s busy with iR but he needs to do his homework and the school are laying down the law.. I’m going to have to temporarily ground him so he can catch up.’ ‘I don’t envy you that conversation, big brother.’ ‘Gee thanks…’ ‘My pleasure. And Alan has clearance to land.’ ‘FAB. Thanks, John.’

John smiled and disappeared, and Scott steeled himself. Alan would be tired and achy, and he really didn’t want to add to that, but this wouldn’t wait. So he positioned himself by Alan’s launch tube and waited.

He didn’t have long. Alan’s chairs rose up and Scott looked at his baby brother. He was so incredibly proud of Alan, of the man he was becoming. Scott’s heart ached.

‘Welcome home, Sprout. How’d it go?’ ‘Was good. Could really have done with you there.’ ‘Yeah…sorry about that. But at least that’s the business side of things up to date. I’ll be there for the next one.’ ‘But?’ ‘What?’ ‘I hear a “but” there.’ ‘Al – the school has called. You’re behind on your work.’ ‘I know I am but…’ ‘No, Alan. The school are laying down the law. They want you to make up your work before the end of the week.’ ‘What! I can’t possibly do that!’ ‘Unless I pull you from rescues.’ ‘No, Scott…you can’t!’ ‘I don’t want to, Sprout, I really don’t, but schooling is important.’ ‘So is saving lives! So is iR!’ ‘I know! I know…but I have no choice. You’re off rescues until you catch up.’ ‘But Scott…’ ‘No, Alan. I know it’s not fair. I know it’s not all your fault, but this has to be done.’

Scott watched as Alan clenched and unclenched his fists and tried to breathe to calm down. His face fell as he realised it wasn’t working. Scott stepped forward to embrace Alan but his brother took a step back.

Later Scott would recall a flash of yellow in Alan’s eyes, but for now…

The fist came out of nowhere and almost floored him. Metaphorically.

Scott froze and wasn’t prepared for the second blow that split his lip and drew blood. And then Alan went berserk.

At some point Scott found himself on the floor, arms curled around his head as blows and kicks rained down, unable to work out what was being said above the roaring in his head as Alan screamed and kicked and punched.

All there was was noise and pain and suddenly it stopped. Scott hadn’t registered Two landing, hadn’t heard John trying to get Alan to stop, nor Virgil and Gordon storming through the villa.

When Scott opened one eye he saw Alan clasped firmly in Virgil’s hold. Their youngest brother was trying desperately to get back to him and Virgil was barely holding on to him as his arms and legs flailed and he began to scream himself hoarse.

Gordon was shocked at Alan’s behaviour but concentrating on helping Scott up. His brother was sluggish to move but eventually he got Scott over to one of the couches.

‘What the hell as gotten into you, Alan?’

But Alan wasn’t saying anything other than screaming.

Gordon snatched a tissue from the table and passed it to Scott who gingerly held it to his lip. There was blood running from his nose and lip, one eye was puffing up already and he could barely open it.

They were both concentrating on Scott’s injuries, Gordon running a Medscanner over Scott, which was why when Virgil slipped neither noticed until Alan had practically thrown Gordon over his shoulder and set on Scott again.

This time his hands were around Scott’ throat.

Scott didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt Alan but he was rapidly going to lose consciousness if he didn’t do something…something was off, Alan shouldn’t be this strong!

His vision was beginning to black out when both brothers managed to haul Alan off and fall backwards onto the floor. Alan was still screaming.

And suddenly John was there, plunging a syringe into Alan’s arm and adding his weight to Virgil and Gordon until Alan succumbed completely to the sedative.

Virgil carried his brother to the infirmary while Gordon helped Scott limp in and John brought up the rear, thankful that neither Kayo nor their Grandma were here to see this.

They gathered around Alan’s bed as Virgil hooked him up to the monitors. Then while Gordon sat with Al the medic set about checking Scott over.

There were pretty heavy bruising around his neck and a crack to one of his ribs, and his facial swelling wasn’t going to go down soon.

‘What the hell happened?’ ‘I don’t know. One minute I’m talking about giving him a week off of rescues so he can catch up on his schoolwork, the next minute he was attacking me.’ ‘You didn’t notice anything?’ ‘No – I don’t think so. John?’ ‘That’s what it sounded like to me.’ ‘So there was nothing? No trigger?’ ‘Not that I saw.’

‘John?’ ‘EOS?’ ‘There is something wrong with Alan’s brain.’

Everyone stopped and turned to the monitors. Alan’s brainwaves…well, they shouldn’t look like that…

‘What the hell?’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘I don’t know. What happened at the rescue?’ ‘Nothing out of the ordinary.’ ‘Well…not nothing. Alan disappeared for approximately fifteen minutes.’ ‘What? Why wasn’t I informed?’ ‘Scott – shut up and rest your voice. He was fine.’ ‘He obviously isn’t. John?’ ‘John – I know what that is.’ ‘EOS?’ ‘We have seen this wave before.’ ‘Oh. Oh you’re right.’ ‘Are one of you going to explain?’ ‘We’ve all seen this before. This is the same as the wave the Hood used to control the Mechanic.’

There was a stunned silence for a second before Scott’s croaky voice broke it.

‘Does…does this mean that our baby brother has been brainwashed by the Hood? Or worse?’

[thebirdfantasy]

I keep re-reading this for some reason… It’s just so good…

[thebirdfantasy]

I have returned to re-read this fanfic.

I’m just obsessed with the family shock and panic 😭 plus Alan nearly killing Scott!

[womble1]

😲😲😲😲😲😲

[thunderthirstbot]

speaking of the Mechanic...

imagine how easily he could pin you down... i know i wouldnt mind being helpless like that <3

🔥🥵😩 we don’t think anyone sane would, Anon.

[womble1]

At least the mechanic can probably defend himself and Scott won't have to wade in, full smother hen mode.

[squidsinashirt]

What is your best impulse buy? A Furby?

Ha, that’d be a good one!

No, my little Furby brethren (RIP) are up there but not quite.

My most recent one is probably my favourite 🙂‍↔️

She’s been quietly moored in one of the coves on the leeward side of the island, and still needs a fair bit of work buuuuut… she was too pretty to say no to 🥹 name pending.

[womble1]

Do not let the internet name her!!

[thunderthirstbot]

Hey thirstbot, so, you know the charity firefighter calendars? The ones where they're wearing as little as possible? That, but Spectrum officers.

One per month, and then a group shot for Christmas. Merry Christmas, thirsters 🥵😘❤️

Including the ethereal Daddy White Fox 🤤🔥

[cpt-scarlet-spectrum]

That sounds like a brilliant way to become Interceptor target practice and you should stop talking about this idea now.

[thunderthirstbot]

[thunderthirstbot]

I have accepted that Gordon is temporarily unavailable. I have not accepted that this condition is permanent. She’s had him long enough. It’s time to release him back into the ecosystem.

🙊🤭👀 Set our Fish free! Give him back to us (since she won’t share😩)

[womble1]

I fear this may set the cat among the pigeons

[knyee]

Do ppl still gaf abt tb tos or is it just a few ppl now

[tikatu]

I'm still writing Thunderbirds TOS fanfiction as well as shining up my old stuff for posting at AO3. So I gaf about it.

[mariashades]

Same, I tend to bounce between TAG and TOS

[janetm74]

Me too.

I tend to blend the two mostly but I do sometimes write specific TOS fics and I know a few others do too

[mariashades]

For Whumperless Whump 9. Dropping Like Flies: Multiple whumpees / Caretaking while sick or injured / "I'll get some rest soon, I promise." CSatM Fawn dealing with a flu/virus/disease breakout on Cloudbase

the-original-sineater asked:

For Whumperless Whump

9. Dropping Like Flies: Multiple whumpees / Caretaking while sick or injured / "I'll get some rest soon, I promise."

CSatM

Fawn dealing with a flu/virus/disease breakout on Cloudbase

Very deliberately ignoring the little voice telling him that no, it most likely wasn’t the deck that was shifting under his feet, Fawn pushed the somewhat fogged goggles back up his nose, made sure his N95 mask was secure and his hooded disposable coveralls were still zipped up, and continued walking down the hallway towards ‘Officer Country’, dragging a little cart of supplies behind him because it was a damn sight easier than lugging it around on his back. 

‘If I ever find out who screwed this up…’ Fawn shook his head and shook himself off that train of thought. While the desire to cuss out whoever had made a hash of the predictions for this year’s flu season’s ‘most likely candidates’ was very strong and would probably be cathartic, he really, really, really didn’t have the time, energy, or mental capacity to do so. 

The truth probably boiled down to the fact that Mother Nature likes to throw curveballs as a rule, not an exception, and the result was that this year’s combination flu vaccination did not include what turned out to be a highly virulent strain from the swine flu family of viruses. Someone had brought it on board and despite all their preventative measures and HEPA filters and handwashing stations and sanitising, it’d spread through the base like wildfire, leaving Cloudbase running on the most skeletonised of skeleton crews. Thankfully Spectrum as an organisation did as it was supposed to do and the territorial commanders took over the workload so all they had to worry about was themselves - because that was enough of a problem all on its own. Medical was only so big. They could only fit the sickest patients in either the main infirmary or the secondary infirmary, everyone else had to stay in their quarters, which meant they had a lot of patients spread out across the base to check on - which was what had him slogging through the base in protective gear. He’d just finished the rounds of the patients in the main body, now he needed to check on the Colour Captains and Colonel White.

 ‘Hate to say it, but thank goodness for the RoS,’ was Fawn’s thought as he paused at an intersection to catch his breath and rub at his sweaty forehead with the back of his wrist, ‘and thank goodness for Scarlet and his weirdness.’ All of Medical were rotating through the RoS so they could keep up with the workload. Scarlet had been one of the first captains to catch it, but he’d recovered after a nap. He probably had full immunity now, but he still masked, just to make absolutely sure he couldn’t catch it again or pass it on. Between the RoS and only needing four hours of sleep at most, he was shouldering the bulk of the command desk, radar, and the radio - which was especially important with the courier flights of much needed antivirals and other medical supplies being freighted to them under urgency. ‘Onyx and his healthy engineers have barricaded themselves into the engineering deck so we’ll stay up in the air,’ Fawn reminded himself, ‘and by some stroke of luck it missed all of the Angels. They’re isolating in the Amber Room and their cabins, so we’re still protected. If either of those lots get infected, that’s it, we’re grounded - which I hope like hell doesn’t happen. Landing this flying brick is hard enough with the full wheelhouse crew, landing with a skeleton? Not a good idea.’    

His rest complete, Fawn pushed himself off the wall and continued on. ‘Must see White first,’ Fawn reminded himself. ‘He’s healthy but he’s older and the flu gets nastier the older you are…eh?’ 

For some reason he was now sitting on the floor with no particular memory to explain how he got there, his little wagon of supplies rolling to a stop beside him. 

“Doctor!” 

Someone was taking his hand and feeling his pulse (and making an unhappy noise about it), then they were scrabbling in the little wagon until they found the electronic thermometer. That was shoved in his ear with barely a by-your-leave, and the result of “thirty nine point six” was read out in an equally unhappy tone. A face moved into his field of view: male, black hair, and blue eyes over an N95 mask. “Looks like you’ve caught it too, Doctor.” 

Fawn squinted at Scarlet. “Aren’t you…?” 

“Supposed to be up top? Yes. But I saw you wobbling on the internal cameras and Green’s functional enough to cover me while I get you into the secondary infirmary,” Scarlet informed him. 

A grunt and a heave, and Fawn found himself hoisted over Scarlet’s shoulders.  

“Come on, it’s not too far.” 

[thundergeek59]

Scarlet to the rescue! Poor Fawn must have had that brewing in his system for a while.

Interesting aside -where would cloudbase land if it had to? Does Spectrum had a dedicated airfield?

[womble1]

Scarlet the hero of the hour with his "weirdness"! What an interesting idea! Trying to keep the whole thing up in the air!

[mariashades]

For Whumperless Whump 9. Dropping Like Flies: Multiple whumpees / Caretaking while sick or injured / "I'll get some rest soon, I promise." CSatM Fawn dealing with a flu/virus/disease breakout on Cloudbase

the-original-sineater asked:

For Whumperless Whump

9. Dropping Like Flies: Multiple whumpees / Caretaking while sick or injured / "I'll get some rest soon, I promise."

CSatM

Fawn dealing with a flu/virus/disease breakout on Cloudbase

Very deliberately ignoring the little voice telling him that no, it most likely wasn’t the deck that was shifting under his feet, Fawn pushed the somewhat fogged goggles back up his nose, made sure his N95 mask was secure and his hooded disposable coveralls were still zipped up, and continued walking down the hallway towards ‘Officer Country’, dragging a little cart of supplies behind him because it was a damn sight easier than lugging it around on his back. 

‘If I ever find out who screwed this up…’ Fawn shook his head and shook himself off that train of thought. While the desire to cuss out whoever had made a hash of the predictions for this year’s flu season’s ‘most likely candidates’ was very strong and would probably be cathartic, he really, really, really didn’t have the time, energy, or mental capacity to do so. 

The truth probably boiled down to the fact that Mother Nature likes to throw curveballs as a rule, not an exception, and the result was that this year’s combination flu vaccination did not include what turned out to be a highly virulent strain from the swine flu family of viruses. Someone had brought it on board and despite all their preventative measures and HEPA filters and handwashing stations and sanitising, it’d spread through the base like wildfire, leaving Cloudbase running on the most skeletonised of skeleton crews. Thankfully Spectrum as an organisation did as it was supposed to do and the territorial commanders took over the workload so all they had to worry about was themselves - because that was enough of a problem all on its own. Medical was only so big. They could only fit the sickest patients in either the main infirmary or the secondary infirmary, everyone else had to stay in their quarters, which meant they had a lot of patients spread out across the base to check on - which was what had him slogging through the base in protective gear. He’d just finished the rounds of the patients in the main body, now he needed to check on the Colour Captains and Colonel White.

 ‘Hate to say it, but thank goodness for the RoS,’ was Fawn’s thought as he paused at an intersection to catch his breath and rub at his sweaty forehead with the back of his wrist, ‘and thank goodness for Scarlet and his weirdness.’ All of Medical were rotating through the RoS so they could keep up with the workload. Scarlet had been one of the first captains to catch it, but he’d recovered after a nap. He probably had full immunity now, but he still masked, just to make absolutely sure he couldn’t catch it again or pass it on. Between the RoS and only needing four hours of sleep at most, he was shouldering the bulk of the command desk, radar, and the radio - which was especially important with the courier flights of much needed antivirals and other medical supplies being freighted to them under urgency. ‘Onyx and his healthy engineers have barricaded themselves into the engineering deck so we’ll stay up in the air,’ Fawn reminded himself, ‘and by some stroke of luck it missed all of the Angels. They’re isolating in the Amber Room and their cabins, so we’re still protected. If either of those lots get infected, that’s it, we’re grounded - which I hope like hell doesn’t happen. Landing this flying brick is hard enough with the full wheelhouse crew, landing with a skeleton? Not a good idea.’    

His rest complete, Fawn pushed himself off the wall and continued on. ‘Must see White first,’ Fawn reminded himself. ‘He’s healthy but he’s older and the flu gets nastier the older you are…eh?’ 

For some reason he was now sitting on the floor with no particular memory to explain how he got there, his little wagon of supplies rolling to a stop beside him. 

“Doctor!” 

Someone was taking his hand and feeling his pulse (and making an unhappy noise about it), then they were scrabbling in the little wagon until they found the electronic thermometer. That was shoved in his ear with barely a by-your-leave, and the result of “thirty nine point six” was read out in an equally unhappy tone. A face moved into his field of view: male, black hair, and blue eyes over an N95 mask. “Looks like you’ve caught it too, Doctor.” 

Fawn squinted at Scarlet. “Aren’t you…?” 

“Supposed to be up top? Yes. But I saw you wobbling on the internal cameras and Green’s functional enough to cover me while I get you into the secondary infirmary,” Scarlet informed him. 

A grunt and a heave, and Fawn found himself hoisted over Scarlet’s shoulders.  

“Come on, it’s not too far.” 

[thundergeek59]

Scarlet to the rescue! Poor Fawn must have had that brewing in his system for a while.

Interesting aside -where would cloudbase land if it had to? Does Spectrum had a dedicated airfield?

[inksandfantasy]

Helloo

I have been scrounging the internet for a Thunderbirds (Thunderbirds are Go) Fanfic that I read years ago. I’m putting in the details I remember below, if any of y’all know the fic, please dm me or reply to this post. That fic helped me get through a really tough time and I find myself needing it again. Thnx :>

Fic Details:

- Gordon Tracy Centric

-Post-Hydrofoil Accident

-In the hospital, (all brothers show up for him, Big Brother Scott being a smother hen)

-Gordon was told he might never walk again

- So much angst (I remember sobbing my eyes out in the middle of the night)

- TW: Possible suicidal / hopeless thoughts but he never gave up, and his brothers were all there for him (can’t remember if Jeff had a strong presence in the fic)

- Hydrotherapy in Pool where he re-learns to walk again

- Use of wheelchair and a whirlwind of emotions about that

-It was a long fic (not sure about the word count exactly but I’d spent hours reading the fic)

-might be on fanfiction.net (but take that with a pinch of salt, can’t honestly remember)

That’s all I’ve got ;-;

Hopefully y’all can help me find this masterpiece,

Xoxo <3

[katblu42]

Sounds familiar . . . but many of the elements you mention above might be in a few different fics.

Tagging @godsliltippy @mrmustachious and @astraembers who write (or have written) some great Gordon fics, and @gumnut-logic for her magic librarian searching skills.

I know there are people in the Thunderfam with much better memories for who wrote what fic than me. I hope someone out there knows the one you're looking for.

[womble1]

Reblogging in the hope everyone has better memory than me

[janetm74fics]

Coach

@whumperless-whump-event Day Sixteen: Listen Very Carefully: Medic whumpee / Coaching through first aid / "I'm going to scream. You have to keep going."

CSatM, Edward Wilkie|Doctor Fawn, Charles Gray|Colonel White, Seymour Griffiths|Lieutenant Green. Double Drabble 200 words

~

There was coughing.

The smoke was clearing and…there! Another cough! Thank goodness!

Fawn sighed.

‘Colonel?’ ‘He…cough…here.’

A cloud of dust and debris rose into the air as White moved, punctuated with more coughs, and then his boss is kneeling over him.

‘That doesn’t look good.’ ‘It isn’t.’

They both looked at the obviously dislocated elbow. There was a groan and with another cloud of dust Lieutenant Green joined them. He took one look at the Doctor’s arm and turned almost the same shade as his Colour Code.

‘I should…sorry. I’m up-to-date on mandatory first aid training, and I’m pretty sure this one needs medical attention.’ ‘Usually from me.’

They both look at the elbow again. Then at each other.

‘You need to reduce it.’ ‘But…’ ‘Listen very carefully. I’m going to talk you through it.’ ‘Edward…’ ‘I trust you, Charles. I’m going to scream and you have to keep going.’ ‘SIG.’

Wilkies was clear in his instructions and Charles careful in following them while Griffiths held the arm steady, even when the promised scream was practically in his ear.

Suddenly the door was blown open and Scarlet and Blue stood in the doorway.

‘Gentlemen, help Doctor Fawn to Medical please.’

[mariashades]

Oh nicely done!

[thundergeek59]

Owww I could almost heat the scream!!

[womble1]

Oooophhhd

[mxtheo3]

My life yearn for more softy Blue comforting Scarlet cause Paul always needs a hug

[womble1]

Look at his little put upon grumpy face. He totally needs a hug

[mariashades]

Whumperless Whump July

26: In Hot Water: Hurt while on the run / Bystander caretaker / "You can turn me in. Just help them. Please."

Captain Black, Colonel White

Half-standing behind his desk, and frozen into place by shock, Colonel White stared at the man who had quite simply appeared in front of him. Diagonally across from him, Green was similarly frozen, one hand on his pistol as he too processed the impossible scene before them.

It was Conrad. 

Not Black. 

Conrad. 

His face twisted in anguish, Conrad’s hands were spread in a gesture of pleading. “Help them. Please. Please, Charles, help them. I don’t care what you do with me, just help them!” The words were cut from a desperation that he hadn’t heard in years… a desperation that at the time he’d begged and pleaded to never, ever hear again. 

“Help who?” White heard himself asking. This had to be a dream or a hallucination or something… but a little voice told him this felt too real to be something as simple as a dream. 

“The Mysterons.” Conrad actually fell to his knees to make his plea. “You have to help them!”

[thundergeek59]

😱

[yarol2075]

[womble1]

😲😲😲😲