Hey Guys, I’m Having A Really Awful Day. One Of My Best Friends And I Are Kinda Drifting Apart, And

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Please write a part 2!! Fix poor Gordo!!!!!!!!

Malfunction

A ficlet for @misssquidtracy, as she challenged me to Gordon and decompression sickness. 

Mild cursing because sometimes life calls for it.

Hope you enjoy and sorry Gordo…..it’s just not your day!

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“Thunderbird Four to Thunderbird Five. John, do you read me?” Gordon called, as he continued to survey the disconcerting readouts in front of him.

“Reading you, Gordon. Aren’t getting bored, are you?” the space monitor quipped.

“Not a chance,” Gordon smirked at his older brother’s holographic form. “John, can you do me a favor and run a diagnostic on Four?”

“What’s going on?” John immediately was all business as he began pulling up his systems.

“I’m not sure,” Gordon admitted. “My electrical board is going haywire.”

John began scanning Thunderbird 4 while also alerting the Island of their situation. If something was wrong with Thunderbird 4, they needed to get Thunderbird 2 out to him right away. “I’m scanning now. Anything else I need to be aware of?”

“Everything else appears to be hunky-dory. I still had one more day out here before Virg was supposed to come to pick me up,” Gordon frowned as he looked out into the vast ocean in front of him. He was enjoying some alone time along the ocean floor as he did some research of his own, testing out their equipment and ways to enhance water rescues.

“Looks like your trip is about to be cut short, Gords,” John replied glumly. “I’m not reading any failures aboard Four. I should be picking up what you’re seeing.”

“John, what’s going on?” Scott’s voice commanded across the coms.

Gordon noticed the worried holographic forms of his two eldest brothers appear.

“Gordon is reporting what appears to be an electrical malfunction on Thunderbird Four,” John reported as he continued to do a more in-depth scan of the submarine craft as well as any anomalies in the ship’s vicinity.

“Gordon, are you okay?” Virgil’s deep voice registered.

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John Tracy after coming down from Thunderbird 5.

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Gordon’s really underappreciated sometimes, and people can easily forget what he’s gone through. An amazing piece of work, I love this!

Sometimes I think I understand myself And though I’m tired I dream That my life is not what I think And in those moments I believe I can be more than what I seem

I relate to this on so many levels. Like, the myths that we talk of today literally just started off as stories people told one another, whether for fun, or to give meaning to something, or for some other reason. What we know today is probably very different to the original story because it’s been twisted and mistaken so many times. And that just makes you wonder what stories in our day might get the same treatment? Will the classics like Black Beauty or Charlotte’s Web become more than a story perhaps thousands of years in the future? Will some person from another world come to Earth long after humans are gone to find these stories and think that these pieces of literature are exactly what our lives were like? The possibilities are really endless!

Just… obsessed with myths as a concept. Like we humans came up with stories that we loved so much that we kept telling them to each other for through ages. They are like a gift from our long gone ancenstors. And they come from a time so far away, but we keep them alive because somehow, the love and hate, the hope and fear, the triumph and despair in them is still our own.

Gordon: but what if they deserve it?

John, reading a recipe: Okay, now we have to beat three eggs.

Virgil:

Virgil: At what?

Virgil: Hey hey hey! If you two have BEEF, get out of my sight before you MILK the joke for all it’s worth.

Thunderbird two was sat parked in a field waiting for Scott to finish up with the local authorities before. Gordon was sat on the module ramp swinging his legs over the side looking very deep in thought.

“Hey Virgil?”

Virgil knew the silence had been too good to last, “uh-huh” whilst continuing to stow the last pieces of equipment that weren't quite stacked to his personal standards. If he had been paying more attention he would have seen the warning signs, noticed the glint in his brothers eye, his only excuse was that it had been a long day…..

“What happens when a cow gets exhausted?”

Virgil frowned, “why?” and he moved to stand behind his brother and try and see if he could spot the tired cow that prompted this question. All the while not really knowing what the signs of exhaustion looked like in a cow.

“It COW-lapses!” Gordon grinned. Virgil continued to scan the surrounding scenery for a few seconds more looking for the bovine in question before the awful joke filtered into his consciousness and he groaned. He rubbed at his tired face with one hand, cursing himself for walking straight into that lame attempt at humour. He grit his teeth as he realised there was not other way out of this situation. He let his hand drop, and mustering all the serious professionalism he could, stared very intently at his jokester companion.

“Well, Gordon, that would certainly make it hard to MOO-ve them” He managed to keep his expression completely neutral, only due to extreme self control.

Gordon spluttered and toppled onto his back from his seated perch, his legs still swinging over the edge, “You win, this round goes to you!” he wheezed from his sprawled position. He allowed himself to be helped up to his feet by a convenient strong hand. “Although I’m sure I’m still winning”

“You’re not actually keeping score?”

“No, don’t be ridiculous, that's what Johns for.” and he deftly tapped his comms

John's hologramme aimed a mid range glare, “15 to 9 in your favour Gordon, now please go away the bureaucracy is still going strong, unlike Scotts patience.” and his image blinked out with no further fanfare.

The glint was back in Gordons eye but Virgil was ready for it this time, “Well that ought to keep him aMOO-used for a while then!”

“16 to 9” John's disembodied voice cut in without even missing a beat.

“Honestly Gordon, your jokes are so bad they're almost legen-DAIRY”

“16 to 9.5, that was weak Virg.” John's flat critique was cutting. Virgil huffed and stomped back into the module, leaving Gordon halfheartedly trying to suppress his laughter.

I’ll beat you with a chilly 4 degrees where I am, and steadily going downwards!

28°C and still rising.

Usually, that temperature happens at noon here in the North East.