Well, no one has reviewed for the last three chapters so this is very short. This is also the last part of the story, so thank you if you've read this from the beginning. Thanks for your time even if you are too shy to review, like me.

"And then I just turned Thunderbird 3 around, like this…zoooom." Alan demonstrated his flying manoeuvres with his hand. "Then the meteorite's coming at me from the left, and I just cut the power and drop below it, catching the station in the pod bay, like this…woosh." He dropped his fork on his plate as he used his second hand.

Alan and Scott had been called out earlier to a research station of NASA's which had been caught in a meteorite shower and only just returned a few hours before, just in time for dinner. Given the two were bottomless pits when it came to food: that was probably a good thing.

They were currently sitting around the table, still eating. Gordon was watching his younger brother retell the rescue with the help of some elaborate hand actions with a grin, laughing as Alan nearly fell off his chair.

John was watching them amusement, sat on his chair up on '5, but visible by the holographic projector. Every now and then EOS would alert him to a progress update on certain rescue attempts across the globe that hadn't needed IR's help yet but could do if the situation got any worse.

"You okay?" Virgil jumped, glancing over his shoulder to where Scott was standing in the doorway to the balcony where Virgil had been sketching for the past half an hour.

"Yeah, why?" He replied at last, swapping to a 4B pencil instead of 2B to add in the shadows under the palm trees on the beach. He dropped the 2B and cursed. Scott handed it to him, still frowning.

"If you're sure, then that's okay. She didn't say anything bad to you then?"

He cast a rueful grin out at the ocean, where the sun was setting and slowly tinting the blue of the sea to a deeper dark indigo. A few stars were appearing above the horizon. John would have been able to name them all within a minute.

"No. No, she asked me to forgive her."

Scott's expression darkened. "And did you?"

"You already know the answer to that."

"Yeah, unfortunately I do. Don't take a risk Virg. Play with fire and you get burnt." He shrugged, glancing down at the sketch. "That's awesome by the way. Now I'm going to get more food before Alan scoffs it all. You coming?"

"Nah, I'm good here. I want to visit the sketch before the sun sets."

"Fair enough," Scott replied, disappearing indoors. Virgil groaned, tossing the sketchpad on to the chair next to him and tapping his watch.

"Solaris?"

"I'm here," She confirmed.

"Let me know when Gordon goes down to the beach tonight, I need to speak to him. You know why," He told her. There was a buzz of his watch to confirm she had heard him and had agreed. He picked up the sketchpad again and continued drawing.

The waves were lapping at the beach, where there was still a lot of debris scattered everywhere from the hurricane and storm-surge. Gordon had to dodge some branches, and jumped over some of the wood, to the opposite end of the beach, where he sat down on top of the boulders and watched the ocean with narrowed eyes. In some weird sense, he felt betrayed by the sea.

Someone was watching him. He could feel eyes. He turned around and came face to face with Virgil who held up his hands in the universal peace gesture.

"I need to talk to you."

"So does everyone." Gordon told him, turning back to the waves. There was a pebble by his foot and he skimmed it across the surface of the water, watching as it bounced for a while before sinking under the darkness. Alan was better at skimming.

"No, seriously Gordon." Virgil sat next to him and watched the surface of the water. It was getting dark now. The tree frogs were waking up.

He sighed. "What's wrong?"

"I went to see her. The Assassin. And I hate myself for understanding her, and for being able to forgive her."

He cast his brother a look. "Obviously. You're incapable of hating anyone. Probably the reason you're the one who managed to keep a girlfriend and be in IR whilst keeping the two secret for six months. Till she broke up with you."

Virgil glared at him pointedly and he dropped the teasing. "What, you think I should be angry at you? Okay then."

"Gordy, please for crying out loud, be serious. She's…changed."

"You're going to get her out. Give her a new identity with Natasha's help. Make her an agent?"

Virgil didn't reply, skimming another pebble, but the awkward silence spoke volumes. Gordon didn't reply, frowning at darkening skies. "You need me to forgive her?"

"Yes. Or I don't know what the hell I'm meant to do."

"Fair enough. She's not the one who causes the nightmares. That's the ocean, and how close I came to drowning for the third time in my life." He shrugged. "Free her. But I'm coming too."

Virgil grinned. "Obviously. I need my co-pilot there to help."

Gordon laughed. "Yeah, you'd probably set off the alarm without me."

It was dark when she awoke. She knew instantly there was something wrong when she couldn't see the all too familiar officer nearby. She leapt to her feet, light and silent, hiding behind the door and then freezing, recognising the figure she came face to face with.

She went to sob, or hug him, or hysterically cry thanks, but he shook his head. The other guy, from the sub, appeared, holding a small version of an EMP which had disrupted the systems, allowing the locked door to slide open.

"Stay very quiet and follow me," Virgil told her quietly, whispering in her ear. Sliding on the hoodie the other guy, Gordon she thought she remembered his name was, passed her, she smiled her thanks and continued after them.

"Silence is my speciality," She replied in a hushed whisper. The warm green glow from the glow-sticks he used to illuminate the corridor was strangely comforting. There was a small car waiting outside, where a tall, blond and strikingly beautiful woman was standing, waiting.

"I'm Natasha," She spoke, and gestured to the car. "Get in."

The Assassin didn't argue, curling up on the back seat next to Virgil, and feeling exhaustion wash over her. She hadn't meant to fall asleep on his shoulder, but when the car stopped, she jolted awake with a start. He didn't complain, watching her with something akin to a smile.

Gordon was watching something on his tablet, yellow earphones glowing slightly in the darkness as the car reached its destination. He switched it off and sat up, reaching across to hand her a backpack.

"Clothes, a new passport, new ID of everything actually, and money. Oh, and a phone. And makeup just because you're a girl, and that's as far as my knowledge of girls stretches. That's only because of younger brother's girlfriend."

She laughed at that, and smiled at him. "Thank you. I just…want you to know…"

"Chillax, we're good. You have changed, Virg was right. You fell asleep in the car, which means you trust us. Therefore I figure I can trust you."

"Thank you." He nodded, and turned back to Natasha, speaking in a hushed whisper.

Virgil was leaning against the side of the car. She turned to him and smiled, opening her passport. "So my new name is Ebony Webster?"

"Ebony Webster, best friends with Natasha, and as you are a model. You're going straight to the top. Natasha's in charge. We're dying your hair blond, and you can grow it long and wavy, and then wear different clothes. Feminine clothes." He looked a touch embarrassed.

She looked around her. "Where are we?"

"Oh, right. That's your apartment, over-looking the beach. We're in Florida."

It was a beautiful view. She forgot she was the Assassin, made herself forget everything. From now on she was Ebony, and she could let herself love again.

Virgil turned his back, heading over to Natasha and Gordon whilst she changed into the dress, and touched up her makeup. She crossed over to him, and tapped him on the shoulder.

"So this is where we say goodbye?"

He frowned. "Not necessarily. This is just the beginning for you." He smiled, adding: "Ebony."

Ebony laughed, shaking her head. "I think I'd like that. Do you have to go now?"

Virgil nodded to the rising sun. "Yes. Saving the world beckons me. Gordon's already headed back. Natasha's just finishing up your apartment."

Ebony only just realised they were alone and glanced down. "Thank you Virgil."

"Hey, we can all move on now." He went to walk away, heading back to his aircraft, the Thunderbird which waited behind a group of trees. Ebony went to turn back to her flat, before pausing and running after him.

"Wait!" She called.

"What's wrong?"

She kissed him, smiling, before turning and walking away. It was a new beginning and she was allowed to love again. Even if it was the person whom she'd caused the most hurt to originally that she fell for.

The sun rose and she closed the door to the flat. Thunderbird 2 disappeared over the horizon.

I don't know about that ending, but it wouldn't leave me alone so here it is. Sorry if you now feel like casually stabbing me! Please don't, I have an entire RS essay to finish writing before Monday as I've been ill with this virus which somehow effected my spine as I couldn't walk properly and had really high temperatures, which are never good for writers.

Anyway, I can't believe this over, and you'll be getting one-shots from me often, but I want to finish writing my next multi-chapter story before I publish so you will get regular updates. I must be irritating Hunter, who is still patiently waiting for me to finish Circle of Fire! Sorry!

Kat x

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