Author: Devlinn Reiko PM
To lose a possession is one thing, but to lose a sense is another. How does one retain sanity when they lose these precious abilities having to rely on another? A problem in TB5 turns into a disaster not only disabling communications, but people as well.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Adventure/Angst - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,024 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 11-08-04 - Published: 10-01-04 - id: 2078898
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Disclaimer: I own none of the characters.
I'm trying my writing out at Thunderbirds again. I still plan on writing a follow up to 'Inevitable' but its still going to be a while, since I'm still deciding on a few details.
I don't know how successful this fic will be, but I'm hoping this will get somewhere. I know I shouldn't be writing another fic with what I already have going, but I had to get this done.
Eyes locked onto one another. Staring into each other's window and soul searching for something. They were mute and blind to the world around them; not hearing, seeing, or feeling anything around them. All their focus was on each other's eyes. Slowly the space between the two began to close. Less and less distance separated them until their noses were almost touching. Sparkling eyes widened a bit when the dark eyes in front of his closed.
"And Alan wins!" called Gordon pounding the table with his hand as if trying to make a mock stadium.
Alan pulled back and smirked at his opponent. Virgil just slumped and put his head down on the table only to lift it and bring it down again.
"I can't close my eyes now." Alan said slowly trying to close his eyes, but didn't want to because they burned. Halfway through, tears began to fall from Alan's bloodshot eyes leading trails down his cheeks.
"How long was that?" asked Scott who was leaning against the wall. Gordon looked down at the stopwatch and read the time he stopped it at.
"Four minutes and twenty-nine seconds."
"Wow. Nice job."
"Yea, but now my eyes feel like salt was just poured on them." Alan said, muffled by his hands that were over his face.
"Aw. Too bad you can't see Virgil's eyes. They're completely bloodshot." commented Gordon. Alan removed his hands slowly and squinted.
"Virge! How many times do we have to tell you? No more drugs!"
'Who's saying that?'
"Haha…Scott. Very funny." Virgil said squinting and turning to face Scott.
"Um…Virgil, he's the other way." Gordon said, from the squinting glare he was receiving from Virgil.
"I know that. I'm just seeing which limb of yours I want to rip off for making me stare down at that little thing." Virgil said slowly getting up and carefully making his way over to the sink to rinse his eyes out. Scott shook his head and walked over to Virgil handing him a towel.
"I warned you."
"I know. You upgraded you warning system last month to 'even-more-right-then-you'." Virgil retorted. Scott elbowed Virgil lightly chuckling, turning towards his other two brothers to come across an amused scene.
"Okay, Allie, how many fingers?" Gordon asked holding up three fingers, a distance from Alan's face.
"One more loss, and we older ones will be put into shame. John is our last hope." Virgil said and he watched Alan guess '2' and Gordon give him a palm to the forehead.
"Don't boost Alan's self-confidence anymore." Scott said watching Alan and Gordon behave like five year olds, playfully smacking each other on the forehead. The two continued their little came, entertaining Scott and Virgil, only stopping when their father walked into the kitchen.
"Okay, you two. Tone it done a bit. You'll end up poking one of your eyes out." Jeff said amused. Looking over at Virgil, Jeff raised an eyebrow when he saw Virgil's bloodshot eyes.
"You didn't challenge Alan to a staring contest did you?" Jeff asked already knowing the answer. A light tint came to Virgil's cheeks as he turned his head to the side a bit. "You'll ruin your eyes if you keep doing that. I don't need you going blind on us." Jeff said to Alan, with a hint of humour and warning behind it.
"I'm not going to go blind dad. I put in eye drops before challenging Virgil." Alan said, sighing and leaning back in his chair.
"That's cheating." Virgil scowled.
"It's not cheating; it's called being prepared." Alan retorted smirking. Virgil narrowed his eyes, realizing too late that it was a bad idea.
"Ow, ow, ow…." He trailed off, pushing his hands to his eyes. Jeff shook his head, at the immaturity they still had sometimes.
"Scott, take him to Brains. I'm sure he has some eyes drops or something that will help." Jeff said. Scott nodded and pulled Virgil out of the kitchen. Jeff turned to look at his two youngest, seeing Gordon still playing guessing games. "Better take Alan too. He's got to meet John in a few hours, and we don't need any damage done." Scott pulled on Alan's shirt as he passed him, grabbing a hold of his shoulder and ushering the two out of the kitchen and to Brains.
Gordon watched the three go before turning back to his father.
"Have you called John yet?" He asked. Jeff shook his head.
"No. I was going to, but the raucous in here and the fact that you boys were in here, rather then outside, let a few mysteries run by." Jeff said smiling, at the innocent look Gordon was giving.
"Raucous? I don't know what you mean." Gordon said, finding interest of the view of the sea from the window.
"I'm sure you do. I think it's time to call John. Those surges that passed through TB5 earlier have been making some of the equipment act up still." Jeff said recalling the incident that happened a day before. TB5 had been hit by a few powerful electronic surges which had caused some of the equipment to override and go haywire. No critical damaged was done except for a few sparks here and there.
"Yeah, I guess. Hopefully it won't take five minutes again to get a connection going." Gordon said thinking back to the day before. Watching his father nod and walk out of the kitchen, Gordon got up and followed his father out to his office. Taking a seat on a nearby chair, his father went to the desk and hailed John.