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If John hadn’t already been blushing from all this, he probably would have at the squeeze to his hand. Curse his pale complexion! He offered a small almost shy and awkward little smile in return to Bee’s grin, grateful.

“Thanks…” He murmured at the pat to his arm. “Oh...and for saving the book too.” He nodded over at said book on the counter. He’d get it later. Before he did anything else embarrassing, John headed up the stairs - mindful of any glass, tea or cookie in his path. He was going to be rather stiff and sore for a bit - taking painkillers was probably a good idea…

Later, he made his way to the lounge wearing a clean t-shirt. He still wore the same loose comfy pants since they were relatively unscathed from the stairs fiasco. He held a light type in his hand and made his way over to one of the couches and sat down with a sigh.

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honeybee-hayes:

« ♥ »  —— Softly, the woman smiles up at him. “I’m glad you’re not broken.” She puts his book to the side carefully, then looks back to him. “I’m ok, I think I had a little bit of a better landing.” Cheekily, she grins at him before rolling off and standing herself up.

“Maybe you should go get changed, I’ll clean up. We can’t have you getting any more battered and bruised.” Again, she smiles, and offers her hand to help him up. “I’ll go get changed after I’m done here, then I’ll meet you in the lounge, yeah?”

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John was glad he wasn’t broken either, but he kept quiet at Bee’s wisecrack about her better landing. The blonde agent rolled off of him and got up to offer a hand. With a soft sound of discomfort, he stiffly and carefully sat up before taking her hand. He still couldn’t look at her directly yet, still a bit embarrassed over the whole thing. The only good thing about the situation was that none of his brothers walked in during his wonder blunder.

Levering slowly to his feet with a grimace, John straightened with a quiet and contrite expression while rubbing at his lower back with a hand. He considered her suggestion quietly for a moment.

“I’m really sorry Bee….” He admitted after a few moments of eyeing the spilt tea and cookies, finally raising his eyes to look at her face. “Are you sure you don’t need any help?” He was of the school of ‘you make a mess, you clean it up’ thanks to Grandma Tracy - and it didn’t feel right that she’d take care of it on her own.

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« ♥ »  —— Joyful laughter breaks from her lips at the sound he makes. Bee can’t even bring herself to care about the mess they’ve made - ceramics shattered, cookies smashed to bits on the floor, tea spilled on their clothes; this is the most fun she’s had in ages!

Once her laughter dies down, slowly and carefully, the blonde rolls over and looks up at him from his chest. She can’t stop grinning, especially when she finds that John has practically turned into a tomato.

“Hey,” The word is soft and quiet, “Are you okay, John?” Besides the obvious embarrassment, she means.

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John lay still and quiet as his mind raced to mentally assess the damage. For one, there was some glass among other things to sweep up. As for himself, nothing was broken, but oh boy he was going to be stiff and sore and maybe slightly colorful for a little while. It was altogether hard to tell while being distracted - and said distraction was laughing loudly.  

His thoughts were disrupted by Bee speaking up softly, and John blinked up at her grinning face. She had shifted to face him while still comfortably resting on his front. He stared wordlessly for a few moments, before he sucked in a breath and offered a small awkward little smile.

“I uh...um...ah….y-yeah. I’m fine.” He uttered finally. “Nothing’s broken except the dishes thankfully…” He tried to joke a little. “You okay?” Well, she had a softer landing than he did at least.

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 « ♥ »  —— With her gaze in front of her, Beatrix doesn’t register the shatter of ceramic until it’s a few seconds too late. She’s about to turn, tease him and tell him he’s such a wobbly space dork, but hands have attempted to wrap around her waist and before she can even flail and try to gain balance, gravity claims them both. The mug in her right hand goes flying, tea spilling and cup shattering on impact with the floor.

A short yelp manages to escape her mouth before she lands; back meeting something slightly less solid than the stone flooring of the kitchen. For a few moments, she doesn’t move and just tries to regain her bearings. Then, she holds up her left hand up in the air and comes out with a triumphant:

“I saved the book!”

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John let out a grunt when his back hit the floor, and the air whooshed out of his lungs when Bee landed on him a scant moment later. A little winded, all he could do was lay there and catch his breath. A wonderful start to a stay on Earth: ending up black and blue from being gravity challenged. What a mess.

Bee was on top of him, but she wasn’t that heavy so the astronaut simply lay where he was as if afraid that moving would set off another embarrassing chain of accidents.

Her triumphant statement caused John to splutter a noise that was trying to be a laugh, but ended up being a cross between amusement and a moan of embarrassment. He could already tell he was blushing to the roots of his hair.

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Home sweet home. :) You can’t beat the view!

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“I thought there’d be a lot less… people. Talking. In person. I mean, communications is my job. I talk to people all over the world. I’d just rather do it from space. ”

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« ♥ »  —— She can’t help the way her eyes crinkle as she chuckles, “You truly are a gentleman. Be careful with that tea now.” Playfully Beatrix rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue before passing by him and beginning to head up the steps. Briefly, she turns back to check he’s still coming, then turns ahead with a cheeky grin. 

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“I’m always careful.” John assured, as Bee stepped past him and started up the stairs. He blew over his hot tea before taking a sip - then he proceeded to follow after the blonde agent. When she glanced back at him, he simply grinned at her from over his tea mug while he followed.

One thing that John didn’t take into consideration, was the fact that he was most definitely klutzy enough to fall UP the stairs. The thought didn’t even cross his mind. Not until he found himself tripping on a stair spectacularly as both tea and cookies went flying with the shatter of ceramic. The astronaut barely had time to think ‘oh shit’, or register the scald of tea on his hand - before his arms reached out for something - anything - to break his fall before he face planted and got a black eye.

His hands snagged and grasped at Bee, just as his foot found a puddle of spilled tea - causing the poor Tracy to lose his footing and reel backwards toward the floor.

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                          « ♥ »  —— Beatrix follows to the staircase, humming quietly under her breath for a moment. “Quick question,” she looks at the stairs then back to him, “Can I go up the stairs first? I don’t want you tripping and falling backwards on me.” The woman chuckles quietly, taking a sip from her cup as she waits for an answer.

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John paused with his foot on the first stair and looked back at Bee curiously. When her question registered, he made an amused sound and moved aside, gesturing with his tea. “Ladies first.” He grinned - wondering which brother was telling her stories. Not that he’d deny them because he was definitely a klutz when first down from space. Though other than being bowled over by Alan when he first arrived, he wasn’t doing too badly at the moment.

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                          « ♥ »  —— “I definitely won’t spill tea over it, I promise.” A vague look of concern flashes across Bee’s face at her own words, as though suddenly doubting herself, before it’s gone. Removing one hand from her cup, she takes the book carefully and tucks it under her arm.

Book and mug secured, she nods with a grin. “All set. Lead the way, Chess Master.” The teasing twinkle is back in her eyes for a few brief moments. Oh, she’s going to enjoy this - whether she wins a match or not.

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John smirked almost cheekily at Bee when she called him a ‘Chess Master’; his own eyes twinkling. He retrieved his tea, and with drink and cookies in hand, he headed towards the stairs. He was looking forward to this - it’s been ages since he’s played against a flesh and blood opponent.

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                          « ♥ »  —— Beatrix can’t help the corner of her lips quirking up into a smirk. The blush told her more than enough, she’d practically caught him red handed.

With a nod of thanks, the agent takes her cup of tea and immediately revels in the warmth against her palms once more. Tea was always good. “As long as you don’t try to jump in.” With a soft smile, she gently bumps her hip against his playfully.

“Anything you want me to carry?” She’s got a free hand too, after all, she may as well make use of it.

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John laughed a little as Bee bumps him lightly - a quiet and shy sound as he shrugged again. “I’ll try.” He assured, half a tease and half serious. At her question though, he looked down at what he was balancing in his hands. On second thought…

“Oh, sure.” He placed his tea aside so that he could pluck the plate of cookies off of the astronomy book. “I might as well give you the book, I’d probably spill tea all over it.” He would hate to wreck one of his favorite books that also happened to previously belong to his Dad.

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                          « ♥ »  —— A snort erupts from her before she can entirely stop it - something about his little grin sets her off laughing, and she has to hide her face behind her hands for a few moments. 

Greedy buggar goes through her head. 

“The lounge sounds good, it’s pretty open up there. As long as we don’t get under anyone’s feet, I guess?” Beatrix stands from her seat, quickly wiping any cookie crumbs from the work surface and putting them in the bin before walking over to him, waiting to take her cup of tea. A thought occurs, and the blonde squints up at him. “Weren’t you kicked out of the living room because you needed a rest? I swear John, if you’re somehow attempting to work while we play chess…” 

Hopefully she doesn’t need to finish that sentence. 

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John handed Bee her mug of tea, blinking at her words. After a moment or two, a tinge of pink crept across his high cheekbones as he had the grace to look a little bashful. He shrugged a little, rubbing the back of his head.

“I don’t consider it working if I’m passively observing while doing other things.” He said with a small upwards quirk at the corner of his mouth. “And no, I wasn’t kicked out of the living room.” At least not yet. There had been previous visits where he had been though, more as a joke than anything.

As an afterthought, he put what little dishes he used into the dishwasher and wiped the counters clean before he turned off the light type on the kitchen island. He didn’t need to bring it upstairs, they had the bigger holo table for their needs. He balanced the plate of cookies on his book, and reached for his tea with a free hand.

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Her gaze is on the light type at the side, idly flicking through the rules again briefly. “I can teach you about bees another time? I’ve got a colony in my garden, if you ever want to come see them working.” Turning her gaze back to John, she smiles softly. 

“Oh, uh, yes please. That would be great.” She smiles, letting go of the mug so that he’d be able to take it. “I presume we’re taking the plate of cookies with us? Where are we playing chess anyway?” Bee huffs a strand of hair out of her vision before flicking her gaze back to him curiously.

John kind of liked the idea of seeing an actual Bee colony. He enjoyed reading a good book when learning about new things, but he also enjoyed experiencing new things too. He reached over for the tea cup and turned the kettle back on to boil, reaching into the cupboard to get another tea bag. He also grabbed his own mug to refill.

“Of course I’m taking the cookies…” He turned back with a small grin. “They are too tasty not to.” He hesitated at the second part of her question though, considering a good location. He actually hadn’t thought of it. “I suppose we can go upstairs to the lounge?” The Tracy villa was well lit with huge windows on all the levels of the house, so it wasn’t like they’d have a shortage of sunlight. Besides, they’d have comfier seats to sit on in the lounge.

The water didn’t take as long to boil this time, so John proceeded to get their tea steeping.

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The moment they were outside the still warm sea breeze hit her, the serenity of the evening still as perfect as before. She looped her arm around his and stood closer, leading him in a slow walk back towards the conference center.

His break in the quiet between then was a little sudden, but not at all surprising as she smiled.

“I have my car parked in the center’s car park. I’ll be able to get back just fine. How about you though? The hotel may be close by, but how are you for getting to the airport? Will you need a ride over?”

“I actually have a rental…” John admitted, suddenly wishing that he didn’t. It would at least enable him to spend a little more time with his friend. He was silent for a couple of moments, reflecting on how nice it was to walk side by side like this. Though he did brighten at an idea.

“It’s not a ridiculously early flight at least. Maybe we can meet at the airport for some breakfast before I leave?” He suggested, looking over at Ridley. He wondered if she found it cool by the ocean with the dress exposing her shoulders and arms. He’d be happy to put his coat around her shoulders if she was. Part of him doubted it though because it was so nice out.

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There always was a risk associated to every rescue. Grandma Tracy knew that and thought she could live with it, making sure to give her family the support it needed to keep Jeff’s dream alive.

But when John’s accident happened, the fear of losing someone became all too real.

Sure, her grandsons often found themselves in dangerous situations. Whether it was in normal rescues or when they were face to face with the Mechanic or the Hood, they often dropped out of communications. But every time, they came back and they were fine, as well as the people they were rescuing.

So when Alan brought back his brother from space, it reminded her to never take for granted how lucky they were, day after day, to come back home and see another sunrise together.

But Sally never was one to sit down and worry about what could have gone wrong. She moved forward. If anything, she took a bit more time to appreciate the present and having John home was a great opportunity to spend some time with him in the flesh. She missed her tall awkward ginger grandson.

When it was decided to move him back to his room, she put fresh bed sheets and opened the window before his brothers escorted him here. Still, she didn’t fool herself. John never was one to quietly stay in bed when he was sick.

Therefore, she wasn’t surprised to see him in the living room three days after his accident, his forehead against the glass one of the huge windows. Truth to be told, she was happy to see him out of his room, especially after how withdrawn he was the day before.

“I hope you’re planning on cleaning that up,” she said to catch his attention. “I cleaned the windows yesterday and I would love it if they could stay clean for a little more than 24 hours.” She folded her arms before grinning. 

John had been deep in his thoughts and so a voice speaking up made him straighten quickly - which unfortunately sent shooting pain through his torso, causing his tall frame to tense in reaction. Trying not to flinch too much, the astronaut glanced at the window glass he had been leaning on before turning slowly. He wasn’t able to comfortably look over his shoulder, so he had to completely turn around.

“I uh...sorry Grandma…” He said with a sheepish expression, though he answered her grin with a small one of his own. He was loathe to cause any worry. “I heard the launches and came out to see if anyone was still around…” Or if they needed help. He’d be able to assist from the holo table though it wasn’t the same as being up on Thunderbird 5. He hated being left out.

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A Grandmother’s Comfort

Note: RP takes place a couple days after the events of ‘In The Nick of Time!’

John was never good at staying in bed for too long. Even when he was sick or injured, it was always hard to keep him at bed rest. It wasn’t even a full day after he had been in the infirmary when he wanted to leave it, but his brothers were having none of it. Alan had been only too happy to keep him company.

On the second day, a doctor from the GDF was flown in to do some tests and scans to make sure John was doing alright. As suspected, he was recovering from a concussion, cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder (which Virgil had expertly put back into place the day previous), among other more minor injuries from crashing into the GDF satellite. John had known that he was going to be grounded from going up into space, but to actually hear the verdict was enough to put the astronaut into a disquieted melancholy. The only good thing about the day was being helped up to his own room so that he could curl up in his own bed.

On the third day his mood hadn’t improved, but John ventured forth from his room to carefully shower and take care of some much needed hygiene. The most painful and difficult part had been getting himself dressed afterwards, but he managed. His left arm was still in a sling to support his injured shoulder. He hadn’t really socialized much with his family the day before and just desired to keep to himself. Due to the rumbles he had heard, Virgil and Scott must be out on a rescue, and the quiet around the house told him that Gordon must be with them. Alan was most likely up in Thunderbird 5 in his place.

John found himself wandering into the living room area, moving in slow pained movements. Just coming down here from where the bedrooms were was exhausting, but he needed a change of scenery and at some point some food. He stood by the huge glass windows, resting his forehead glumly on the glass as he looked out over the ocean.

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Gordon raced off to the shopping centre’s pet shop. It was a front for a local shelter that helped the community with adoptions and vaccinations and all profits go towards animal charities. Gordon loved talking to all the volunteers and patting the puppies and most importantly check out all the fish.

He spent more time then he should have, watching the fish go round and round. It could just be mesmerising tracking the movements and colours of different fish and crabs. Gordon accidentally made a large sale talking to a father and daughter who wanted a new set up. He bought himself a few novelty fish tank toys to use at home.

He picked up a smoothie and a celery crunch bar on his way up to the roof after he realised he rushed out the house without breakfast. He would need all his strength for the upcoming trip to the grocery store. 

“Hey guys,” Gordon noticed he hadn’t beaten as many people to the roof as he beat people in the pool, “what’s crack a laking?”

With his younger brothers distracted, Scott’s free to buy himself a new shirt without a chorus of sighs or murmured comments about why does he need a new shirt when he already has more shirts than Lady P has beautiful dresses.

Sure Scott’s got a thousand shirts already but none in the exact shade of blue he needs for an upcoming ball. There’d usually be a strict dress code for those kind of events but it’s for charity so things are a little different and Scott’s looking forward to the opportunity to mingle. It gets lonely on an island in the middle of an ocean.

A new shirt requires a new set of cuff links and Scott can’t resist picking up an intricately embroidered tie too because he’s not sure any of his ties will match. It’s tempting to get a new pair of shoes to complete the look but the hour’s half gone and his stomach’s rumbling.

The department store’s got a world-class patisserie on the top floor with windows that offer a dazzling view of the city and a certain Thunderbird Scott left parked up on the roof. It makes him smile to see faces plastered to windows, all straining to catch a glimpse of the Thunderbird. Everybody gets to have a good look at Thunderbird Two as she moves gracefully overhead but often the only sign of Thunderbird One in the area is an unmistakable sonic boom.

Finally it’s Scott’s turn to be served and he chooses a Mille-Feuille to fill the crevasse until the barbecue’s ready, and then a tray of donuts with sticky, lovely-looking glazes catches his eye.

“I’ll take a donut too, please.” Scott positively drools on the glass. “The one at the front.” Because it’s got the most sprinkles and he loves sprinkles almost as much as he loves buying new shirts.

He’s too hungry to wait and besides, he’s got no time to sit and admire the view. He’s got four little brothers to round up and real, nutritional food to buy.

For once, they’re waiting for him by the time Scott’s found a door to the roof and eaten the whole of his fancy custard slice. The donut’s calling to him but Scott takes one look and can see who hasn’t eaten anything yet.

“Here.” He places the cardboard patisserie box in Virgil’s hands, sacrificing his donut without hesitation because he can’t let any of his brothers go hungry. “I’m glad the mall’s intact this time. Everybody ready to go food shopping?”

“Yeah!” Alan’s just stuffed the rest of his soft pretzel into his mouth and was eyeing the donut Scott had just handed Virgil. Man did that look good.

“We should get some more ice cream while we’re out. And some chips and dip–or should we get fries? Nah, chips and dip go better with a cookout. But definitely the ice cream. There’s plenty of mint chocolate chip in the freezer, but I want some black raspberry and dark chocolate chunk ice cream.” He licked his lips and realized he had some cheese at the corner of his mouth so he quickly wiped it off with the back of his hand. 

It hadn’t taken long for it to become rather apparent that Virgil had been the only one who hadn’t decided to get a snack. Even John seemed comfortable, suggesting he’d even given in. Meanwhile, the smell of Alan’s pretzel was becoming pure torture.

At least now that Scott had arrived, the grocery shopping could commence… as soon as they’d stashed their purchases, that is. With the lower hatch now open, Virgil was first to stow his new art supplies. 

Descending the ladder, Virgil blinked in surprise when Scott suddenly handed him a small box. Puzzled why Scott was giving it to him instead of putting it in Thunderbird 1, Virgil cracked open the lid, only to be hit with the most amazingly delicious smell. Recognizing it instantly as a donut type his brother would choose for himself, it only took a second to realize what a gift he’d just received.

‘You sure?’ Virgil asked silently, as soon as he’d caught Scott’s eye again. Yeah, he was hesitating. Virgil couldn’t help it. The response, however, was clear: Scott wouldn’t hear of having it back.

With an appreciative smile, Virgil pulled the donut from the box–oh what a donut it was–and began eating it while the others stowed their things in Thunderbird 1 as well.

By the time they’d headed down to the grocery store, Virgil had finished it and was feeling a lot better. Maybe before they left he could duck away for a few minutes to replace it… he’d have to see if an opportunity would present itself.

Gordon showed up not long after he did, and eventually Scott came around - having clearly had something to eat, giving what looked like a delicious donut to Virgil. John however had to laugh at Alan, giving his little brother a light playful nudge.

“And I thought I had the hollowest of legs around here.” He joked. “Though I gotta agree on the ice cream.” He was more than ready to pick up the food they needed for the BBQ. The faster they took care of that, the faster they would go home. The astronaut headed up the ladder into Thunderbird 1 to secure his purchases and stow his satchel. He wouldn’t be needing it. He had secured some money in his utility sash for his pickles and bagels with some to spare for whatever else he might want to get.

John tripped on his way down the ladder, but thankfully only stumbled and caught himself on a rung before he fell on his face. He tended to be a little klutzy after just coming down from space. At least it was up here instead of in the mall where the crowds were. Rubbing his lower back with a slight grimace, he joined his brother’s, and followed them and matched their pace, eager to finish with their errands.