More Reboot - Love This Story Of Gordon’s First Rescue.

Oh that was perfect, it nearly 11.30 here on Christmas Eve and reading this has been just lovely🎄❤️🎄

Does anyone remember that TAG variation of Twas the night before Christmas?

I can't recall who wrote it and I've searched through tumblr and can't find it.

Would much appreciate it if someone could find it. It is a very good piece and well written too

tag-rewatch - episode 1

Interesting observation: Gordon ran from right to left at being called to launch in episode 1 – we now know that by series 3, his launch-way is in the other direction, so was this was an earlier format for series 1....   or was there another reason?

Late For Take-Off

It had only been the mildest of annoyances to Gordon that his launch route repair had been set aside for Brains to complete the necessary upgrades that had taken TB1 out of the skies.  He could cope for a while, getting TB1 air borne again was the priority, and anyway, he grinned, his alternative route to launch was kinda fun.

So this was a call to a submersible!

Yup, no doubt there, he was going to be needed and he past his brother at a run towards the original old shute behind his father's desk, unused now for over 12 years, but still serviceable. At the very beginning of International Rescue, this had been Jeff’s and Lee’s first short cut to the hangers when they had decided that the lifts took too long. It would take Gordon to the top hanger level - at break-neck speed!  Brains had eventually over-engineered everything to a point of total safety - but this shute?  This shute still existed.

And he loved it!  

It reminding him of every water shute he'd ever been on, plus as little kids their Dad would let them slide down occasionally just for fun.

Next, a sprint along the gantries for nearly ½ a mile, easy for boys that kept to their high levels of fitness, but all the time he was still watching the clock.  He held the record for the distance although he wasn't sure why as Scott was usually the fastest.  Gordon's current record was 1 minute 53 seconds if he didn't skid at the corner going into the next hanger.

Aware that Virgil would have already completed his systems check and starting to warm the engines, Gordon flipped under the railings, taking he own personal option of a short cut, landing on the lower gantry with a clatter and rattle of the metal before running another couple of yards to a jury rigged zip wire set up for the time being.  

This was his favourite bit, he'd hooted his head off as he flew down, pretty sure that no-one could hear.

He landed at a run right next to the pods.

This was where he should have been a whole minute or more earlier if his own launch route wasn’t damaged.  Even so he didn’t rush this part as he got to work selecting which pod to use and checking the contents before sending it along to meet with TB2. Rushing a job lead to mistake and International Rescue avoided mistakes at all costs.

Inside Pod 4, the lights came on automatically, illuminating his own Bird.

“Hello Beautiful!”  He called out to her as he slid into the spare uniform he stored there.  By then the pod had reached it's position and he felt the familiar movement as it was lifted and loaded to TB2.

He checked his watch one more time, yup pretty good!  

All he had to do was take the lift to the cockpit, blink at the sunshine pouring in as the cliff wall lifted and take his seat, perhaps a little out of breath but very definitely not late for take-off.

AGGH AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SPOTTED PENNY AND GORDON WITH THEIR ARMS LINKED. PLEASE TELL ME YOU SAW THAT TOOOOO♥️

New one for a change, I can’t think that I’ve ever seen anyone do this before, if I’m wrong I’m sure someone will tell me :-)

when eos meets jeff

EOS:   I am Eos, I am a valued member of the International Rescue team!  

GORDON: Yeah, once you stopped trying to kill John

JEFF:  What?!?!?

ALAN: She cut off his access back onto Thunderbird 5, Dad!

GORDON: Yeah and then she tried to squash him by increasing the gravity.

JOHN: Guys, you're not helping.   Dad, this is Eos, she's sort of my... creation.

JEFF: a sentient being?

JOHN: Hmm yes, sort of, (then sees her frowning at him) No, definitely a sentient being

JEFF: Yours?

JOHN: No not actually mine, she's her own self, but my creation.

JEFF: Yours?

JOHN: sort of

JEFF:  like she's your daughter?

JOHN: Eh yes I guess so.

JEFF: I’M A GRANDFATHER!!!!!

(  it’s been a silly night, I apologise :-)  ) 

jeff’s first visitor

sorry have no time this week for anything more than snippets

JEFF: Ah Lady Penelope's arriving!  That's kind that she's come to see me.

GRANDMA: Probably not just you, Jeff.  She's taken rather a shine to one of your boys.

JEFF: (punching the air)  I knew it, I knew it – it's Scott isn't it?  I always hoped it would be Scott.

GRANDMA: Nope.

JEFF: Oh really!  John then!  Good choice, she always did get on so well with John.

GRANDMA: Nope.

JEFF: Ahh, right, she's gone for the gentle giant – Virgil, of course.

GRANDMA: (grinning, she was enjoying this)  Nope. And with Alan being far too young that only leaves.............

JEFF: You have got to be kidding me!  No way!  Not possible!

BUT HE'S STILL A KID!

GRANDMA: Not anymore!  He's grown into a fun loving yet gentle young man who has similar interests to her, ecology and animals.

JEFF: I leave the planet for 8 years and come back to find the place gone completely mad!

@gumnut-logic​  - found it, almost fits, but not quite, no hand holding, (not sure why it was drawn now)

The soft sound of breath.

Waffle-woven cotton under his fingertips.

Pale skin pulsing to a heartbeat.

For the fifth time in the last half an hour, Scott reached out and brushed hair from a pale forehead. He knew it was an excuse. The strawberry blond strands weren’t moving of their own volition.

He just wanted to touch.

To reassure.

Himself.

He wrapped fingers around a limp hand and simply held on.

Voice whisper thin, little more than the soft hiss of air passing his brother’s lips.

“Gordy, please.”

He drew the words back in a trembling gasp.

“Please wake up.”

-o-o-o-

Random drabble at exactly 100 words.

‘Hmmm, nice shirt Gordon!’

‘Really???  I thought you hated it!’

this was for my secret-santa last year :-)  (rebooting)

Gordo...