Hey guys! I got really bored the other day, and I've been playing around with this idea for a while...so enjoy!
"Guys! You've got to get out of there ASAP!" John's voice echoed through the headsets.
"FAB John! Hey, Tin. You coming?" Alan called to her.
"Be right out. I'm just doing one last sweep before we head out."
"Well make it quick! The storm's not gonna hold up for long."
"I know, I know! Hang on…I think I hear something." Tintin's voice trailed off as she peeked behind a curtain in the last hut of the village. It was her first mission, and she couldn't afford to make any mistakes. The stench of the room was choking, and when her eyes adjusted, she screamed directly into the microphone.
"Tintin! What happened?" Virgil yelled into the headset.
"Uhm…you guys may want to take a look at-" She stopped short when she saw the small boy crouching in the corner with tears streaming down his pale face. He looked to be no more than three-years-old, and his dark skin was marred by light scars. She slowly inched toward him and held out her hand.
"Excuse me, sweetie. Are you alright?" The boy nodded his head slowly and grabbed her hand. Tintin's instincts reacted faster than she could as she swept the boy into a hug. He cried into her chest as she rocked him back and forth. "Shh…sh…It's alright. It'll all be okay." She cooed to him as the boys walked through the opening of the hut. She heard four distinct gasps from behind her as they took in the sight before them.
The three bodies laying before them, an older man and woman and a younger boy, were rotting in the putrid air. Tintin was still rocking the little boy as he sobbed. Their faces softened at the sight. The boy had finally fallen asleep in Tintin's lap. The air was still until-
"Ow!" Tintin slapped at a mosquito that had bitten her neck.
"Guuu-ys! You have to get out of there now!" John reiterated.
"FAB John. We're out." The voices echoed. Tintin stood up with the boy in her arms and followed the boys out to Thunderbird 2.
They got into their respective Birds and got ready to take off. Tintin sat in her seat with the small boy buckled in on her lap. Virgil smiled at her and Thunderbirds 1 and 2 took off just as the storm hit the small village. About an hour into the flight, Tintin felt her eyelids getting heavy, and she hugged the boy to herself as she nodded off. Virgil looked over to her and shook his head, chuckling slightly.
"Alan. Your girlfriend's asleep…"
"Haha…she's probably just worried. She's always dead asleep when we go on missions without her. How's the boy doing?"
"He's fine. They're both sleeping comfortably…And he's still attached to her."
"Leave it to Tintin to make friends with the locals."
The little boy shifted slightly and clung tighter to Tintin's body.
"Uhm…Alan? I think they're gonna have a hard time parting from each other when the time comes…what do you think of adoption?"
"Uh oh…I figured this would happen one of these times. Can you wake her up?"
"Sure. Hey, Tin. Ti-in wakey wakey!" Her eyes fluttered open slowly.
"Huh? Virgil…what?"
"Alan wants to talk to you, Tin."
She turned her attention to her headset and began a heated debate over the topic of a future family and the like. They were still arguing an hour later, as they arrived at Tracy Island. The passengers were offloaded, and Tintin and the boys walked off. She was still carrying the sleeping boy when they arrived in the living room of the house.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Tracy…I know you usually want an explanation of the mission, but can I…" She gestured with her head to the boy in her arms.
"Sure, Tintin. Make it quick."
Tintin took the boy to hers and Alan's room and set him down on the bed. She tucked him in with a kiss on the forehead and turned to leave when a small hand grasped her uniform.
"P-please don't go, Mommy…" He pleaded, his eyes still closed. Tintin turned around and sat down on the bed as she pulled him into her lap once more. She rocked him until his cries subsided and turned to leave again.
Tintin arrived in the living room to find the boys looking in her direction expectantly.
"He'll be fine. He's just sleeping." She sat down on the couch next to Alan. "I'm sorry for fighting with you, Alan…It's just that…"
"It's fine, Tin. Sorry for waking you up." He said with a cheeky grin.
"Guys!" Jeff interrupted. "Can we get back to this?"
"Sorry, Mr. Tracy…" Tintin whispered as she shot up from her seat and raced to the bathroom with her hands clamped over her mouth.
"Tin! Tintin, what's wrong?" Alan shouted chasing after her. He was blocked by the bathroom door, which had been slammed in his face. He heard the unmistakable sounds of retching coming from behind the door, and he pounded his fists against the door. His brothers came up behind him and pulled him away.
"Relax, Alan." Jeff told him reassuringly. "It was her first mission, ergo first dead body. She's probably just getting over the shock."
They all turned around when the bathroom door opened.
"H-hey, guys…" Tintin said weakly, staggering to Alan and passing out.
"Tintin…" Alan picked her up and carried her to their room. He set her down on the side that was unoccupied, and noticed that the little boy almost immediately sought her warmth out, even in his sleep. He couldn't help but smile as he latched himself around her neck and snuggled up to her body.
"Sleep well, you two." He whispered as he left the room.
Well...that's all for now! Hope you liked it! I need at least 5 reviews before I post the next chapter!