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ragged panting that drags through lungs. gasping in breaths after near drowning or swallowing air in the midst of thick panic. hoarse voices you can hear whistle. desperation turning a shout into a scraping, bleeding, burning thing. voices that break and inhales that wheeze and the pulsing feeling when you've expelled all the air in your lungs in one, echoing, agonizing scream.

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Captured - Part 6

Part of my shamelessly self indulgent crossover.

I also want to dedicate this chapter to @bonsaiiiiiii, @thebirdfantasy, @how-do-i-name-blogs-istg and @lenle-g for listening to my rambling and bouncing ideas off with me :D

Follow up from Part 5. Scott fights to keep his brother alive.

POV: Scott

CW's: CPR, referenced/implied past torture and beatings, near death

AO3 link

I hope you enjoy!

Scott was used to seeing casualties in serious conditions out on rescues.

He had been someone who had initiated CPR on someone who had been suffering from smoke inhalation without a second of hesitation. Just straight in there, chest compressions whilst Virgil supplied the oxygen to the casualty, before handing them off to local ambulance crews. From what he understood, they eventually fully recovered thanks to his quick actions.

He's seen all sorts of terrible injuries that he's needed to treat with as minimal gear as possible until they get to safety. Crush injuries he's needed to keep safe until more qualified medics can reach them. Serious broken bones, bleeding, impalements, head injuries. He's seen it all, and every time, managed to keep it together long enough to get the casualty to safety, even if he isn't the medic.

But seeing Gordon, his brother, caused him to freeze.

Tied down onto the board that normally holds a passenger in place gently, the pilot of the now absconded ship was restrained further with his hands secured to the safety restraints with handcuffs, his wrists red and raw. He must have been fighting hard, Scott can barely even imagine, but that wasn't the worst of it.

Gordon was stripped down to his underwear, vicious bruises from what look like rounded objects over his chest, shoulders and stomach. An even worse looking black eye, hair knotted and flat. Pale and clammy looking skin, whilst his knees were red raw. It took Scott an extra few seconds to realise that Gordon was not moving, even within the confines of his prison.

Scott put his ear to Gordon's lips, using two fingers to lift the head back - open the airway, must open the airway - looking down at his chest, hoping for the sound of feel of breathing to hit his ear, or the sight of his chest rising and falling, some sign that he is alive and breathing. He holds his position.

One. Two. Three.

No sign.

Four. Five. Six.

Still nothing.

Seven. Eight.

Scott isn't sure if it's his own blood running through his ear that made that thump thump sound.

Nine. Ten.

He still can't see or feel anything, no sign of breathing, which is as good a sign as any to do the thing he's done dozens of times on strangers.

Just not his brothers.

The dry tube restraints are designed in a way that one can perform CPR without needing to remove the casualty from the tube, which Scott had never been more thankful for at this moment. Even with Gordon tied to the restraints, he's flat on his back and Scott can access enough of the chest to begin compressions.

“John, I need Virgil here now, he's not breathing!” Scott all but yelled into his comm unit, trying to keep count on the compressions he had already performed.

“I'm almost there Scott, two minutes out!” The welcome voice replied, equally urgent in his ear.

Two minutes is a lifetime.

Scott is trying his damnedest to look only at his chest, focus on what he's doing right now, because looking at Gordon's face is too much. His eyes closed, lips parted slightly, the bruises signifying what can only have been a particularly brutal few days leaves little to the imagination.

And the Hood, stealing his face, voice, uniform and Thunderbird from him, left him to suffocate.

Scott quickly switches from compressions to rescue breaths, opening the airways, pinching the nose and breathing deep into his brother.

He can't get the image out of his head when he looks at him, though. Gordon, turning into the Hood the way he did. Or rather, the Hood shedding his mask. It's not something he's going to forget in a hurry. Gordon, smiling like that…

Scott renews his focus on the chest compressions, trying to get the sickening smirk out of his head.

It felt like hours before he heard Thunderbird Two's engines switch from aft thrusters to VTOL for landing, but Scott wasn't watching where his younger brother was landing. He could feel the wind rush by as the enormous craft started to touch down, but where it was, he didn't care.

Gordon still wasn't breathing on his own.

Compressions. Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineteneleventwelvethirteenfourteenfifteensixteenseventeeneighteennineteentwentytwentyonetwentytwotwentythreetwentyfourtwentyfivetwentysixtwentyseventwentyeighttwentyninethirty.

Breaths. One. Two.

“Scott, hang in there, I'm here!” Was all he could hear through the rush of air and the powering down engines, but Scott was trying too hard not to falter now.

Continuing chest compressions was taking a considerable toll on Scott physically as well as emotionally, taxing on reserves he didn't know he had, and knew that those reserves were drying up fast.

Compressions. One two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty twentyone twentytwo twentythree twentyfour twentyfive twentysix twentyseven twentyeight twentynine thirty.

Breaths. One. Two.

Suddenly footsteps were racing closer, into his field of vision, Virgil sprinting flat footed hauling an enormous triage bag and all but throwing it down beside the tube.

“Don't stop, Scott, let me get his oxygen going,” Virgil ordered, opening the bag and fishing out the oxygen mask, lifting the blond’s unconscious head slightly to fit the elastic behind his head, fitting the mask over his mouth and nose, “there we go, Gordon, hang on for me little brother…”

The sound of the oxygen moving through the mask was a welcome one, one little thing that increases Gordon's survival odds considerably.

Scott is still working the chest when Virgil moves to his opposite side with the pads for the defibrillator, just about managing to apply them to the patient’s - to Gordon's (damn that training defibrillator, it's rubbing off on him) - bare chest.

Virgil pressed the button on the defibrillator to power it on, “right, stop there Scott, get your breath back.”

He didn't need telling twice. His arms were screaming and his lungs were burning. Must have been more tired than he expected.

The defib was beeping, indicating that it is analysing the heart rhythm, and thus was essential that Scott not Virgil touched him. It could pick up their heart rhythm instead.

The little symbol popped up on the screen, the little yellow lightning bolt.

“Right, stand clear!” Virgil ordered, pausing for a moment whilst the defibrillator charged up, then delivered the shock.

Gordon's body jerked violently in the tube, the metal cuffs clinking as his arms tried to stretch out but were stopped dead.

The moment after the defib gave the green light, Virgil reached over Gordon to continue chest compressions in Scott's place.

Scott was glad for the break, but it was hardly a rest. Functionally, Gordon was a corpse. He was not breathing on his own, his heart was not beating normally, and oxygenated blood was only moving around the body because of them. If they stop, he will not wake up again. Virgil was much more adept at CPR than he was, or at least it looked like it, but seeing it performed on their brother…

“Scott - get - his - wrists - free -” Virgil said between compressions, nodding down at the dry tube where the safety restraints were.

He nodded. Getting his brother out of situations is something he's more than accustomed to, so Scott was thankful for the distraction.

The dry tube restraints are locked in place automatically, and opening them won't be difficult. All he needs to do is get Gordon out of the cuffs.

Reaching into his tool belt, he has a small laser cutter, which will do for now. Simply cutting at each of the chains on both of the cuffs isn't a hard task.

The one connecting Gordon's left wrist to the metal came undone easily, and Scott retracted the safety restraint, pulling it towards him and settling it in its place. He had to leave the actual cuff on Gordon's wrist, he'll remove it when he's conscious.

Moving over to the right one, he performs the same routine, but does not retract the restraint itself. Not whilst Virgil is still performing compressions. He'll move it when the defibrillator is next in use, he's sure.

Scott takes the moment to now properly look at the rest of Gordon. It doesn't look like he has any open wounds, though until he looks at his back, he's not going to be able to tell for certain. At the very least, chances of bleeding to death or an infection are low. Hopefully.

Given the state of the bruises on his chest and shoulders, it looks like he's been beaten pretty brutally with some kind of club. Potentially internal damage there, Virgil would know what to look for, he'll just wait for that.

But it’s here, watching his younger brother try to save the life of another younger brother, that makes his heart ache. This should never have happened. He always knew the risks of joining International Rescue, the danger they expose themselves to on a daily basis, and all of them are aware very acutely of those risks.

All the same, Scott feels this… burning in his chest, the same thing happens whenever his brothers are hurt. Alan always joked it was the mother hen instinct, knowing when they were in danger and wanting to dive in front of whatever threatened them. This feels different. It feels worse.

They’ve all undertaken serious risks these past few years, but this is the closest they’ve ever gotten to losing one of them.

And if they can’t bring Gordon back, Scott would never ever forgive himself.

Which is why, after what felt like hours, Gordon finally opened his eyes - and Scott felt relief for the first time in days.

“Gordo, can you hear me?” Virgil moved up to be level with the younger brother’s face. “Hey, nod your head if you can hear me.”

Scott moved too, and Gordon barely seemed to take notice of who was speaking. Eyes glazed over, rolling around in his head, his hand reaching up to touch his face, specifically the mask over him 

“Easy there, Gordon, easy…” Virgil reached out to help keep the mask in place, “it's oxygen, keep it on for me, alright?

Scott let out an enormous sigh of relief that Gordon was conscious again. Not out of the woods, but back with them and that was worth more than gold to Scott at this moment.

“John, he's conscious,” Scott announced over the comm unit, not wanting to keep the rest of them in suspense for any longer than necessary.

“I know, I'm reading his life sign. Well done Scott, Virgil.”

“We need to get him back to the island, Scott, ASAP,” Virgil was using his wrist controller to remote pilot Thunderbird Two closer to the group. No engines needed to burn here, thankfully, just letting it wheel its way closer like an extremely articulated truck.

He looks down at the blond, newly returned brother laid there, breathing heavily into that mask, coughing and spluttering. He sounds so frail. That must have been close. 

Scott shakes his head to rid himself of that thought. “I know, but we need to do something about the Hood. He still has Thunderbird Four, she's compromised, he messed with the dry tube - Gordon almost died in that thing, how was the life support so -”

“I know he did, we all saw it on comms,” Virgil looked up at him, a hand resting gently on the younger brother’s upper arm, “Kayo will no doubt be already working on tracking down Thunderbird Four. Brains will want a look at the dry tube, but we need to slow down Scott, and take baby steps.”

The enormous Thunderbird Two casts a shadow on the trio, rolling to a stop a mere thirty metres from their location, and Virgil hits another button to raise the craft and open up the pod, lowering the ramp. Perfectly aligned with where they had just spent the last forever performing CPR.

“We need to take care of Gordon first, Scott,” Virgil stopped looking at his computer, and up at Scott, “and I cannot do it alone.”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He knew Virgil was right. It’s extremely unlikely that John concealed what was going on here from the rest of International Rescue, but they will have been working their own missions, and all know better than to call and interrupt such a serious rescue like this. It would probably have hurt them to do so, but that’s something they train themselves to do.

Focus hard on what you can control, not what you cannot. You'll tear yourself apart trying to control the uncontrollable, and then you can't help anyone.

For Scott right now, that means looking after their little brother again.

“... You're right, of course. What do you need?”

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- Anjelika - Karolina - Matylda - Anastazja - Irena - Zofia -

Commission for @thundergirl007-writes of her OC girls <333

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Commission for @thundergirl007-writes and her fic Captured

“You are not Gordon." Scott changed his stance to a fighting one. "Tell me, who are you, and where's Gordon?” It's not Scott’s style to handle situations like this, but whoever was in front of him was impersonating his brother. That means Gordon is incapacitated somewhere. And for that, Scott means business.

The smiling blond in front of him laughed. Somehow it sounded alien. Gordon has never laughed like that before. It was deeper - malevolent rather than mischievous - sickening instead of sincere. The smile seemed wider, serving only to shatter what was before now, a somewhat convincing facsimile of Gordon Tracy.

“Well, it was fun while it lasted,” 'Gordon' grinned, pulling out a remote and pressing a switch. Instantly there was a change. The twisted grin using Gordon’s face as a mask dissolved into the Hood’s. The messy mop of blond hair vanished to a bald scalp and chestnut brown eyes gave way to a bright, greenish gold. The way all the features that made Gordon Gordon simply melted into someone else was disconcerting, to say the least.

Especially now that the Hood was in Gordon's damaged International Rescue drysuit. A horrifying prospect. If The Hood has his uniform, then where exactly is Scott's brother?

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Daily Dose of Thunderbirds

Happy birthday, Tanusha!

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OMG I'M GETTING TAG STUFF ON MY HOME AGAIN!?!?!?

the world is healing

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mom I can explain,,,it's International Rescue 🥺

link for the template:

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Romanian Miku

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i don't know, just...the first minute or two of Relic (idk the episode number but it's the first season fosho). he looks like his face and eyes glisten in the moonlight, and after that when he turns and has the moonlight around his head like a crown....idk, he was majestic

also I've never felt more "at home" with the way he looks at the moon, get someone to look at you the way Scott looks at the moon

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For reasons that I want to keep secret for now (I want it to be a surprise for the fandom) I want you guys to pin poin your favorite Scott moments in TAG! Episode, scene, line, anything that means something to you guys! If you can, try to be as precise as possible

Love you guys I hope I can make the project I have in my head happen!

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me, opening up the bh6 tags and looking around: hmm yep and i see none of us are over tadashi's death, glad we're all in agreement

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I'VE NEVER TRIED TO SCULPT BEFORE

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i absolutely love this, Kayo what happened KAYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I know I said this morning at the latest, technically I should have posted much earlier... but this morning was a little busy...

I've edited this so many times even today I'm still not sure if I should send it away...

There were many nice RBs in the quote, thank you very much for all of them!

You can find the whole fic here on my ao3 account, it has been so long that it has become very difficult to find old chapter on tumblr.

I hope you will like it!

What Happened There? Chap.7:

Hospital Room

She was in pain, she could see it. So she hoped she could postpone this conversation until later. But there were words that needed to be said.

Somehow Kayo was able to persuade Scott and Virgil to go out. Maybe the fact that she literally came back from the dead had an effect on their inability to stand up to her.

And maybe that was the reason why Penny couldn’t insist on postponing this conversation either. Kayo was normally good at hiding the emotions in her eyes, but now she could see everything from the vulnerability to the concern in her eyes.

She didn't like to see this, of course she had become adept at reading even the emotions Kayo didn't want her to see, but she was already like an open book because of the drugs.

“Dad, I understand- you want to see me... I understand... you want to come here... but you know you shouldn’- leave.”

She could see that her words were sincere. But the worry in Kyrano’s eyes still hadn’t left since she first saw him.

Unfortunately, she was too late to tell him what had happened, and by the time she contacted Kyrano he already knew something had happened.

“And Penny..." Glassy, tired eyes turned to her, and Penny hated herself for not being able to put off this conversation. "After everything we’ve done, why would- you risk everything?”

She was totally right to be angry, but Kayo still didn't know what happend and her eyes looked more disappointed than angry.

And it would be a miracle if she was just angry if she knew what happened last night. She didn't know if what happened was because of Kyrano or if it was related to Kayo's incident.

“I would have come here whether Lady Penelope helped or not, Tanusha.”

They didn't even know what Kayo's incident was about.

The truth behind the words stunned Kayo for a moment. It was something she would normally never show anyone.

She turned to her again, this time not even trying to hide the pain. If they had told her that the GDF had accused her with evidence, they wouldn't have been able to stop Kayo even in this state.

“Thank you for keeping him safe, Penny.”

That's what she was trying to do. Kyrano’s enemies were still out there, hiding in their hiding places, waiting for him to appear. If Parker hadn't gone to get Kyrano and the man had come here on his own... the chances of people finding out about this would be greatly increased.

“Always sweetheart.”

Yet there was still much that was unknown. Even if only someone had a suspicion that Kyrano was here or if one of the families of the dead learned that they were in this hospital, that was reason enough to keep watch on the hospital.

She hadn’t been able to talk to Ames yet, but she knew the man from last night was being followed.

She just hoped things would get better before they got any worse.

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Trying to stay awake was tiring her more than she wanted to admit. After convincing his father to leave and Penny leaves, Scott and Virgil had came back into the room and started talking about ridiculous topics that were obviously just a distraction.

She must have fallen asleep at some point because when she opened her eyes next, it was dark.

Even breathing felt like being stabbed again, so she had couldn't escape Virgil, who was right next to him.

He had said something to her about it being medicine time, then a few nurses remembered.

In the morning she finally found him asleep. Virgil had literally taken care of everything while she was in the hospital.

She couldn’t blame him, she knew she had scared them all, but Virgil hadn’t left her side since she first woke up and it was obvious he hadn’t been sleeping properly.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been here and how many days Virgil had been with her, but she didn’t want to put this conversation off.

“I understand you don’t want to eat anything, but you’re thinking too much and you should at least try to eat.”

“What do you mean, I think too much?”

She must have sounded more accusatory than she intended, because he held up his hand, which wasn’t holding a plate, even though it was a fork. “I was just trying to get your attention here..!”

And she laughed and pointed with her head in the air, “Drop your weapon, Mr. Tracy.”

Laughing made the pain worse, but-

....

“Drop your weapon..!”

...

Her own voice was echoing as a humming sound filled her ears.

“... Kay? Kayo?”

All she had to do was look at his face to understand what he was asking. His eyebrows were knitted with concern.

“I’m okay. Just headache.”

After this answer, the worry in his eyes didn't disappear and she wished another made-up idea would come to her mind instead.

And what she said wasn't a lie, even if it was just to get past him.

"I'm fine, Virgil. You follow the doctors, you know I'm taking the meds I need."

It was her own voice she heard, but she wasn't sure what it was. She wouldn't worry Virgil any further until she was sure.

“Okay. Do you think you could eat something?”

So she turned her attention fully back to Virgil. She should have at least tried to eat, right?

When she nodded, she immediately regretted it because of her pain signals.

He dipped something in the plate and handed it to her.

“You know I can move one arm easily, right?”

But she still took the food offered to her into her mouth.

She was more hungry than she wanted to admit, and she finished everything on her plate, albeit slowly.

Virgil placed the plate on the far corner of one of the floating shelves next to her and then poured water from the jug sitting there.

She was preparing herself for an argument about whether she could hold the glass, but this time he surprised her and handed it to her.

“Better?”

He had certainly done everything he could, but only for her, not for himself.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You haven’t eaten anything.”

She knew he was trying to find an excuse in his head to avoid more questions, it wasn’t the first time she caught him in situations like this.

If a brother was avoiding eating, this was a sign of trouble and could not be overlooked.

When their eyes met, he immediately looked away and was preparing to say something, but she silenced him.

“Virgil, you need a real bed and shave.”

His hands spontaneously wandered over his stubble and the scabbed wound.

“I’m sure I still look attractive.” She couldn’t help but smile at the grin on his face.

He knew he was already caught, so she could let it slide because she didn’t want to push him any further.

“I’m sure the whole hospital is already talking about you.”

His hand brushed against his beard again. “Ohh... That explains all the whispers behind me when I go to get coffee.”

She really wanted to laugh at this. She hoped that it would at least reach her eyes that she was enjoying this moment.

“Virgil,” she said in a voice she hoped wasn’t too serious.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy with his company, but she thought that if he looked in the mirror, he would be able to admit that he didn’t look good either even if he doesn’t admit it out loud.

“I need you to be okay, Kayo.”

Of course he wanted her to be okay, she knew that, but Virgil was being more of a mother hen right now than he normally do.

“Virgil... Whatever you’re thinking will eat you up if you don’t tell me."

She wasn’t sure until she saw that look in his eyes, but when he took a deep breath she knew it was a step in the right direction.

He looked quite hesitant, and she wasn’t sure if it was for an emotional reason or because he was revealing something he shouldn’t say.

“I was the one- who found you.... like... that...”

She didn’t remember what happened there, she had been told she was lucky to be alive, and considering her injuries, it wasn’t hard to guess how Virgil had found her.

Acutally she never thought about the possibility that one of them had saved her, she thought the GDF had found her.

She must not have asked the right questions when she woke up, how could she skip this topic?

“You saved me.”

He had to believe this, who knows what he was thinking about in his head for days.

She had questions, but they could wait.

“Virgil, you saved my life.”

She wanted him to look at her, so she gently placed her hand on his.

Instead of turning his head towards her, he turned it lower and shook it.

“If I had arrived a few minutes late-“

“But you didn’t, you were there on time.”

“Your heart stopped, Kay, It was a few minutes away from the hospital and your heart stopped.”

But she was here, telling him these things. She was alive.

She shook his hand softly.

“Virgil, look at me.” When he looked at her, albeit reluctantly, she smiled in response. “You saved me. I’m here and it’s because of you.”

He needed to remind himself of these.

“I think it was too close and I Just-“ He looked away, but then he found hers again. “Thank you.”

She was thinking of asking for a few minutes for the both of them to process everything, but they were distracted by the notification sound.

As soon as Virgil picked up the device that received the notification, his face lit up.

“This is Scott. He says everyone wants to see you, if you are suitable.”

She was sure that her face also brightened. “Of course.”

“So you don’t want me to accompany you anymore?” She sensed a hint of jealousy in the question.

They both knew that wasn’t the point, but serious topics were rarely discussed in hospital rooms, it was just a distraction.

“Not that I’m bored of you, Virgil, like I said, bed and shave.”

“Okay, so I’ll have to get a brother who’s more boring than me to stay the night.”

She would say there was no need for someone to stay with her, but she knew that was out of the question.

“Do you want to try walking a little until they come? The doctor said that if we take care of your stitches, you can walk for a few minutes for now.”

Sooo... what do you think? 👀

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WIP WEDNESDAY!

Yeah, it's been a long time since I wrote this title here... I'm someone who writes at a tortoise's pace and wouldn't like anything if I did it myself...

But the new chap is this evening or tomorrow morning at the latest, enjoy!

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"And Penny..." Glassy, tired eyes turned to her, and Penny hated herself for not being able to put off this conversation. "After everything we’ve done, why would- you risk everything?”

She was totally right to be angry, but Kayo still didn't know what happend and her eyes looked more disappointed than angry.

And it would be a miracle if she was just angry if she knew what happened last night. She didn't know if what happened was because of Kyrano or if it was related to Kayo's incident.

They didn't even know what Kayo's incident was about.

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