Immediate Thunderbirds are Go Shorts

"Itinerary"

Formerly titled: "You Know the Life of Being a Rescuer is Really Like?"

First published February 27 on my tumblr.

My story changed themes. First it was about exhausted Scott, then another Virgil reassurance story, until it ended up like this, which is a new one for me. So yeah, this is another unplanned story, or as I call it, an immediate short.

And, another OC. Also, back to first person POV.

Contains themes and language.

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Scott

June... it's a hell of a busy month.

Same things happen everyday. Not the rescues, but some of my tasks are made at the same hour. Goes like this.

0700 hours or earlier, or later. Depends.
Phone alarm rings. Wake up. Check time. Grandma gave me an apple, and there's a note too. It's from Virgil.

Morning, Scott
Grandma says an apple a day keeps you stronger. It's gonna be a long day, bro.
-Virgil

Yep, Grandma is the best.

0710 hours
Morning routine. Wash face, brush teeth, shower, hairdryer, hair gel, etcetera.

0735 hours
Check if there are any calls for help. If none, time for breakfast. A heavy one. Plus Virgil's trusted brand of coffee. It's gonna be a long day. If there are calls for help, perhaps a bagel will do. Have a bite on that apple too.

0810 hours
Reports, reports, reports. My brothers would pass their contributions while I compile them. Even if I'm not involved with the rescue. More analysis.

0900 hours
Almost all of our rescues happen at this hour. If I'm not involved, I'll monitor. Sometimes Brains would show his new inventions to me.

1030 hours
Colonel Casey calls for a meeting with the GDF. Happens almost every Tuesday and Friday. If I'm called to present my reports, well, wish me luck.

If no meeting scheduled, rescues. If none, systems check, or analysis... again.

1230 hours
I've been called again for a rescue, a longer one. Happens almost everyday at this hour. Lunchtime? Perhaps a good sandwich.

1400 hours
Back on Tracy Island. Monitor several rescues. Most of my brothers are at work. Virgil and Gordon are always out at this hour. Thirty minutes later, it's all up to John. Sometimes I would head to the hall and see Kayo at the gym. If she sees me, she would ask me to join in her training. She would teach me a few moves...there goes another punch on my arm.

1520 hours
Thunderbird 1 is go... again! John sends me the coordinates. Looks like this is gonna need some more help, not only Thunderbird 1. Virgil's needed again.

1630 hours
Another long rescue. Or maybe two rescues, or three (it happens rarely!)

1830 hours
Kayo and my brothers will talk about their rescues and note it down. Business conversations are mostly at this hour.

1900 hours
My colleague and one of the agents of International Rescue, Bethany Lloyd, would call. She sends our meeting place. Then I'll get my files, freshen up, and wear a suit. Yes, it's like a date. If it's a club, perhaps a dark casual outfit will do. Dinner with my family, tell them I have to meet one of our agents (tell Gordon it's not Lady Penelope), and Thunderbird 1 is go.

If Beth doesn't need me for the night, it's back to reports again, or systems check. Sometimes another rescue. Then dinner. In the next hours, reports, business and personal conversations, then off to bed.

Let's talk about my missions with Beth as we continue. This happens twice a week.

2000 hours
Beth sends me the place where I could land Thunderbird 1. Meet her at the hangar, head to her car, then she'll take me to one private place where we would have our rendezvous.

2020 hours
The date. Small reports, casual talks, and slight drinking.

2040 hours
Sometimes, someone interrupts our date. Beth needs to solve a case, and I would join her. Tell John about it briefly.

2150 hours
Beth takes me to her apartment in New York. Help her write her report, decode messages if there's a need to do it. Sometimes her cases can be solved in a day or two.

After, we would share a bottle of vodka. I'd go for only two shots, of course.

2240 hours
Reporting and decoding all done.
She gives me a kiss. Sometimes that single kiss turns into a makeout session, if I'm up for it. Back in college we've been teased that we're a perfect match, but we wanted to keep it secret. We've done these sessions before. Yes, she's my girlfriend. I don't usually bring it up when it comes to business, of course. All of my brothers know about this one.

Damn, I'm so weak. I hope I don't drift off.

0030 hours
Oh god, I did.

She had all of my clothes off. Shit, I should be home by now. Tell her I should get going, even though it's already past midnight. We put our clothes back on, get my files, head to her car, and she'll take me back to Thunderbird 1.

0045 hours
John calls again. I have to head home now.

And then he's off to his room in Thunderbird 5.

0055 hours
Shit.

"You said you're going to meet one of our agents," Virgil folds his arms. "What's taking you so long?"
"We solved a case, wrote reports, that's it."
"That's it?" he repeats.
I sigh. "It was Bethany Lloyd."
"I know. John told me. So, was there a makeout session?"
"Virgil..."
"Gordon's going to ask you that question. Grandma's worried about you, Scott."
"I know. Sorry, Virgil."
"You better head back to bed, big brother. Another long day tomorrow."
"You too."

Did Grandma remember I was with my girlfriend?

Small conversations with Virgil, and then he's off to bed.

0100 hours
Head to my room. Finish the last bit of my report about the last rescue before the rendezvous with Bethany Lloyd.

Oh, and I just added glow in the dark night sky stickers on my wall. Alan gave me a set. Beautiful, isn't it? Appreciating his art project.

0120 hours
Energy runs out just in time. Drift off for real.

0700 hours or earlier, or later. Depends.
Phone alarm rings. Wake up. Check time. Apple on my nightstand. Virgil's note. Get going. Cycle might repeat.

June... it's a hell of a busy month.

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Wow, I can't believe I wrote this faster than my take on Alan. That's a new record.