Oh Wow, Nutty, That One Was A Bit Scary! Poor Virg And Everyone Else! :( Amazing Writing As Always! How

Oh wow, Nutty, that one was a bit scary! Poor Virg and everyone else! :( Amazing writing as always! How you manage 4000 words in a day will always astound and inspire me.

I really hope your migraines gets better. I suffer from them myself and know exactly how horrible they are, so I’m completely sympathizing with the need to write while wallowing in self pity.

Sick

Now I had two migraines today, but either side of them, I managed to churn out over 4000 words of completed sickfic. Why I wrote sickfic, I’m not sure, but I think it was sparked mainly by this post. Not any of the prompts in particular, but more a whole feel of them.

Also, I plead predictable and anyone who knows me and what I write can probably predict the entire plot, but I plead sick myself and poke my tongue out you anyway. So don’t expect amazing writing.

Many thanks to the amazing @onereyofstarlight for reading through and being the wonderful person she is ::hugs her tight::

All the warnings on this. I know we are in pandemic times and this fic involves a nasty bug and hospital scenes. While the content is lightish and not graphic or anything, it does focus on a flu-like bug. So, if that topic might trigger you or hurt you in anyway, do not read. I don’t know why I wrote sickfic in the middle of a pandemic. Maybe I’m just an idiot, but it happened and I wanted to warn you just in case.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy :D

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It started with Alan.

It often started with Alan. Of course, the poor kid blamed himself for what happened, but nobody else did.

Alan came home to the Island with a snotty nose. Within the day he had developed a fever and was down for the count.

Virgil, back from three consecutive rescues, ordered him to bed and went about monitoring him disguised as pandering his little brother.

They weren’t concerned, it was a cold, nothing more.

Until the next day when his fever spiked and Scott, who had been up all night with Tracy Industries business plus two of the same rescues Virgil had been entangled in the previous day, was found in the kitchen blowing his nose.

Virgil, who had taken five minutes for a bathroom break and a drink before going back to Alan - who he had dragged into the infirmary by this time - caught Scott red-nosed and glared at him until he joined Virgil with their little brother.

Within the hour, Scott was flat on his back with a fever climbing faster than Alan’s.

Virgil may have been heard to mention the words ‘overwork’ and ‘idiot’ in the same sentence, but considering they were both said with love and a bucket of worry, Scott let him have it.

Grandma, of course, was on the case, liaising with some mainland counterparts and the bug was quickly narrowed down the a very contagious flu…

That was merrily infecting half of Alan’s school mates.

Alan, being the youngest of them, was tough, and though his temperature stayed up and he felt absolutely miserable, he eventually stabilised and moved onto the hack up a lung stage which merely involved turning your body inside out trying to get the bug out of your system.

Not much sleep was being had by anyone at this point.

But Scott was older, overworked, and low on defences for all of the above and went down hard.

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5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 2

Part 1

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“Pick me up, Scoo’er!”

A three-year old Alan Tracy reached his chubby arms to his oldest brother, interrupting Scott’s plane-watching. With a chuckle, the teenager picked him up, settling the youngest of the family onto his hip before resuming the search for planes and other aircraft in the Kansas sky.

Alan bashed his brother’s Shoulder with a fist repeatedly. “Spin,” he demanded. “Spin.”

Tearing his eyes from the sky once again, Scott looked at Alan, seeing nothing but unabashed determination to get his brother to play with him on his face.

“Alan, you’re lucky that I love you,” Scott said. Placing a hand in the middle of the toddler’s back to keep him steady, Scott abruptly spun on the spot, grinning at the sudden burbling laugh Alan produced.

Stopping and bouncing Alan into the air, Scott had to laugh as well. It was rare moments like these that he loved, even if his brother did interrupt. Most thirteen-year-olds would react very differently if interrupted by a brother a whole ten years younger. But Alan was a happy kid, and Scott knew he would do almost anything for him if he asked. He’d do the same for all his brothers, of course, but the oldest and the youngest shared a bond that Scott was ever grateful for.

A streak of white in the sky caught Scott’s eye. “Allie, look!” he smiled. “There’s Dads plane!”

“Dad!” Alan yelled, reaching up to the sky.

Scott stared at Tracy One as she flew over the trees. “I’m going to fly that jet, one day. Dad said I could at my next birthday.”

“I like space,” Alan said very seriously.

Scott grinned. “Yeah, you do. Hey, did you ask Mum to hang up Pluto in your room yet? The solar system isn’t complete without Pluto!”

Alan’s eyes widened. “Mum!” he yelled. “Plooto! We need Plooto!”

With another wistful glance at Tracy One as she flew out of sight, Scott headed inside, his brother bouncing in his arms.

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Part 3

Part 4

Reblog if you're a Thundernerd!

I’m just curious to see just how big our tiny, yet awesome fandom is! TOS TaG or both! I don’t mind!

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mae-the-4th

3 years ago

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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mae-the-4th

4 years ago

Is it just me, or does Season 3 Scott have more grey hairs than Season 1 Scott? If that’s true, then I love the attention to detail! Awesome job animators and character designers!

Daily Dose of Thunderbirds

The Commander of International Rescue.

I received a wonderful piece of feedback on When the World Goes Boom this morning, so when I went to bed this arvo feeling like crud, I dragged the fic out to reread it. Two things - firstly, it wrecked me. I don’t know what the author was thinking, but OW! Secondly, it’s still WIP and has been since May. I hit chapter eight and ran out of fic at a very inconvenient spot. And now, despite me being that despicable author, I’ve been traumatised by my own fic. Poor Scotty, Virg and Allie. John and Gordon are the only two Tracy bros left standing and they’re pissed and have gone vigilante. I’m going to have to shoot myself with my own candy cannon.

So, anyway, can’t write at the moment, so I guess I’ll just have to stay in the resultant headspace and apologise to Scotty by posting his gorgeous visage here.

Nutty

(at least I have some notes to look at and try and work out all the plot threads…so many plot threads. This is why Nutty should never stop writing in the middle of a fic…ever ::headdesk:: )

PS: That first pic up the top? Heartbreaking ::wails::