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From: TracyFan4Ever Sent: 4/12/2006 7:55 PM
***Tuesday, July 10, Tracy Island (Thunderbird Three Silo), around 12 noon***
"I think we've come to a good stopping place, Callie," John said. He stood with data pad in hand, showing his prize pupil the ins and outs of restocking Thunderbird Three's living area and sickbay. "Do you have any questions?"
She shook her head. "No, I think I've got it. I just have to remember to restock it about a week before going up, right?"
John frowned a little. "No, Callie. This will be part of the post-flight restock. Stocking things up for Thunderbird Five is a whole different animal."
He put the data pad down, and smiled at her. "I think it's time for lunch. Why don't you join me in the dining room today?"
Turning away, she calmly said, "Um, no thanks, John. I'm not really hungry right now."
"Oh," he replied, slightly taken aback. "All right. I'll see you back here at one, okay?"
"Okay." She walked away, her head shrugged forward. The effects of the previous night's argument had begun to take not only an emotional toll on her, but a physical one. She had barely eaten since that argument.
John watched her climb into the monorail for the trip back to the Cliff House, then he descended to the "lounge", where the couch waited to take him back to the villa's lounge. Something's bothering her, that's evident to see, he thought. Question is: what do I do about it?
She went into her apartment, still slumping over. Taking a seat in her living room, Callie turned on the television set to see if anything could cheer her up. Watching a mariachi band surprise a carpenter, she normally would've laughed hard, but not this time. "If only I wasn't feeling so miserable right now, though."
Still not feeling any better, she opted to return to the beach. Unfortunately, that still didn't make her feel any better. "Not even the waves are doing any good," she said angrily. "Ever since last night, I'm completely off-kilter."
John just couldn't shake the sense that something was really wrong with Callie. He wiped his mouth, and put his napkin by his plate. "Please excuse me, everyone. I just remembered something I need to do."
He went upstairs to the lounge, and activated the communications link to Thunderbird Five. "Quasar to Indy. Come in, Indy."
Alan's face appeared on the screen. He had mustard smeared along the corner of his mouth, and John caught a glimpse of the hero sandwich before his brother got it out of camera range.
"Indy here," Alan said, his voice sounding a bit thick from having just swallowed a hastily chewed bite. "What can I do for you, Quasar?"
"Hey, Indy," John replied, giving his brother a smile and a friendly greeting. "I need to know where Ursa is right now."
"Ursa?" Alan asked, intrigued. "Why?"
"I just need to talk to her, that's all," John replied, a bit of impatience coloring his tone. "Where is she?"
"According to her signal, she's on the beach," Alan said. He gave his brother a questioning look. "What's up?"
"Nothing you need worry about," John told him. "But I'm going to email you later about something I discussed with Da... the Boss. Okay?"
"Sure, whatever," Alan said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Don't let the Boss see you with that sandwich in the control room," John warned, grinning. "Gotta go. Talk to you later, Indy. And thanks. Quasar out."
He cut communications, and hurried out of the lounge. The beach, huh? Well, Miss Spencer, let's see if I can help you with whatever's bothering you. Even if it's just providing a listening ear.
At the beach, Callie found some stones to toss into the ocean. One by one, she threw each rock into the water. "So much for a happy birthday," she muttered angrily as hot tears streamed down her face.
John saw her as he came down the beach, and decided to give her fair warning. He waved an arm and called, "Hey, Callie!" in a cheery voice. When she turned at the sound, he added, "Stay put!"
He increased his pace and quickly came up to where she was standing. "Hey there," he said. Raising an eyebrow, he asked her, "Callie? What's the matter? Why are you crying?"
Facing him, she said, "John, can you change the schedule back, please?"
"Change the shift back? Why?" John asked, suddenly frowning.
"I don't want to take away your quality time with Kat," she answered, sniffling. "She said I had asked you to change the shifts between us, but I know that's not true."
"What?" he asked, incredulous. "Kat said what?"
Callie quickly replied, "Kat accused me of purposely asking for a change in the schedule so I can be home with my family. She had a lot of nerve saying that. I told her that you and Mr. Tracy had planned it out, but she thought I was lying."
John shook his head. "I don't understand this. I definitely told her that it was all my idea." He gave Callie a searching look. "So she came down to you and accused you of setting this up? And told you what? That you'd taken away our time together?"
Her anger fuming again, she said, "That's exactly it, John. She had the absolute nerve to say that to me, so I threw her out of my apartment!"
Shocked, John blew out a breath. He shook his head again. "I... I can't believe it of her." He looked up at Callie again. "But... I guess I don't know her as well as I thought I did." He put a hand on Callie's shoulder. "You leave this with me. I'll deal with it."
"Okay," said Callie. "Just one thing, though. Will you tell your father about this?"
"No, I don't think so," John said, frowning. "Not unless it affects the team. Then, yes. I'll go to him." He gave her a small, sad smile. "Hopefully it won't come to that."
"All right. Mind if I stay here a little longer? I just need to be alone for a while."
"Oh, sure," John nodded his head. "Just don't forget to come back up to Three, okay? We still have some training to do."
"I won't forget. I'll see you later." She went back to tossing stones into the ocean again.
John watched her for a moment, then turned and walked off the way he'd come, his hand in his pockets. I guess I need to have a little talk with Kat about this and make sure she realizes that accusing Callie was the wrong thing to do.
******By Tikatu and TracyFan4Ever.******
98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
 
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