Hi there, I'm Artemis, otherwise known as Lilly and variations thereof.

Thunderbirds holds fun memories for me, the kind of memories that involve running home from school so that I could watch it or arguing with my sister when playing it about who got to be Tin-Tin. To my annoyance she always won with the perfectly logical argument that it had to be her because she's a brunette and I'm a blonde. It never ceases to be a source of frustration when a six year old is outsmarted by her four year old sibling.

Things progressed as they always do, videos and toys came and went, we even managed a large set of the collectors cards, before moving to Germany prematurely severed my early love affair with the family Tracy. A later revival of the show in my mid-teens, and after my return to the UK, reminded me of everything I had ever loved about the boys and their beautiful craft and permanently cemented that place in my heart belonging Scott. Over dinner the arguments were now over the better Thunderbird (and pilot) rather than who got to play who, but it was the familiar bickering that had my parents once again rolling their eyes and praying for the series to stop airing. Which it did.

Then, about two years ago, a certain company borrowed Thunderbird Two, Virgil, and the Hood for an advert. To my eternal shame, I must own up to actually working for this company. Those of you who live in the UK know of what I speak. Those who don't should praise whatever deity they chose to recognise that they have not born witness to this horror. With the desecration of my childhood love fresh in my mind I splurged the last of my wages on the DVD's and went forth to remind myself of the wonder. I did so repeatedly and Scott still stuck in my mind as the character I liked the most.

I've been writing fanfiction for years for various fandoms and it was a surprise when my first Thunderbirds piece jumped out at me, although not entirely unexpected. Given my life long love of him it seems fitting that my first piece of work was about Scott, does it not?