Camille: Actually, Here! *shifts To Engine Form And Then Back, Catching Some Gold Dust In A Cup* For

Camille: Actually, here! *shifts to engine form and then back, catching some gold dust in a cup* For helping me out and just… talking. I dunno if you can do anything with it but maybe it’ll make a cool souvenir. *grins* Maybe one day I’ll be able to convince Gordon to have a family, but for now I hope I can babysit soon. Baby Gordon is probably the single most adorable baby I’ve ever seen. *beaming*

Camille: This question is more for the Ramsfield’s then anything. Do baby engines get adopted by other engines? Is that a thing? A-asking for a friend.

@theyellowroseofsodor Mrs. Ramsfield: Yes, on some of the railways my husband and I have visited, there have been engines who have adopted baby engines. Little Tykes amusement park has a program similar to Big Brothers, Big Sisters where the bigger engines will help staff look after the little ones.

Revenge

Rated G - For everyone

Warning: Contains fluff and tickles, don’t like? Don’t read. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Also two updates in a day? I’m feeling guilty for having gone MIA.

Takes place during The Yellow Rose but didn’t have a good spot to put it. It was just fun fluff to write. Should I do more?

“Scotty, I need your help.”

Scotsman blinked a bit, having moved to a side track to rest when he was woken by a flustered looking Camille.

He yawned but smiled, “And what can I do for you, little sister?”

“It’s your brother.” Camille in her human form huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, “He’s been teasing me a lot recently and he’s not being fair about it.”

Scotsman shook his boiler, “Well, that sounds like Gordon. What’s he doing, keeping things too high?”

“Hardy har har.” Camille said dryly, “I don’t need your teasing too. I need to know if you’re up to helping me with some revenge.”

Scotsman grinned, “Against Gordon? Any day.”

Camille smiled, knowing the brothers' rivalry would come in handy someday.

“So, what’s this he’s been teasing you about?” Scotsman asked again.

Camille blushed a little and looked away, “He found out a few weeks ago… after that big storm… that I was…” she mumbled the last bit.

“I'm sorry?” Scot asked her, “You’re mumbling.”

“Well it’s hard to admit to you. You might use it against me too.” Camille said.

“How about I vow here not to until after we seek revenge on Gordon?” He grinned, “Scouts honor. Whatever this is.”

“I think that’s the closest I’m going to get because there’s no way you won’t use this against me in the future.” Camille sighed, “I’m ticklish and Gordon seems to think because he’s bigger and because it’s so ‘cute’ to make me laugh that he can tickle me whenever he wants too.”

Scotsman laughed, “Is that all? I thought it was fairly common to be ticklish.”

“I feel like most people are. But most people also don’t have behemoth size boyfriends who use their height and weight advantages to torment their tiny girlfriends.” Camille huffed.

“If it’s any consolation, Camille, I’m ticklish.” Scotsman shrugged as well as he could in engine form, “Nothing to be ashamed about.”

“I guess that makes me feel a little better… But I’ve got to get even with Gordon and he’s so much bigger than me I can’t get any sort of revenge.”

“Wait a moment, wait a moment.” Scotsman got a truly devious look on his face, “Are you saying little Gordon is ticklish too?”

Camille nodded, “Oh he’s awful if you can pin him down. I know I promised him I wouldn’t tell anyone, but Scot he’s driving me crazy and you’re his brother so I figured you already knew and didn’t count.”

Scot grinned, “Oh, I didn’t know. This is very valuable information. I didn’t think Gordon would be or could be ticklish. He’s so uptight.”

“Well if I could make him giggle a bit more maybe he would unwind, but he’s too big for me.” Camille complained.

“I don’t think I’ve heard you complain of his size in any other regard.” Scotsman wiggled his eyebrows.

Camille gaped, “Flying Scotsman! Don’t you be so crude!”

Scotsman laughed loudly, “I’m only teasing, little sister. But don’t you worry, we’ll figure something out about your Gordon problem.”

——

Gordon was in a relatively good mood when he arrived back home that night in Tidmouth. The express went well with no delays or issues, Scotsman was napping when he arrived and was still asleep when he left from Vicarstown so he didn’t have his bossy brother bothering him, Spencer was nowhere to be found, and Camille and him had shared a rather private lunch that ended with them snuggling together on the break room hammock with a little PDA. He had found himself growing more bold in his affections for the little tank engine. Whenever he could steal a kiss or a hug, or maybe more if he was lucky, he certainly did it. It never interfered with work, and in fact, it made his workday better.

Today she had tried getting revenge from a few nights ago, when the others opted for a movie they weren’t interested in and decided to watch their own show upstairs in his room. Alone. Little of the show was actually watched as Camille had tried, and failed again, to tickle him. She seemed bound and determined to get a true laugh from him and it never happened. It always ended with him tickling her in retaliation, earning him her beautiful melodic laugh and that cute blush that crossed her nose which then led to more intimate affection. And that led to today where she tried a surprise attack which didn’t work at all. Try as she might, he was too strong for her to win. He did find her determination and efforts attractive and cute though.

When he walked through the doors, like most nights, the different couples were all watching some show, curled up under blankets.

“Is Camille home yet?” He asked passing them from the entryway as he removed his boots and coat.

“Her and your brother are upstairs playing on the Switch.” Edward informed him.

Gordon frowned, “What’s Scotsman doing here?”

“He said something about a passenger train that was spending the night at Callan Castle and he had volunteered to bring them back to the mainland as a surprise for the tourists.” Thomas said, sharing popcorn with Percy and Emily.

Gordon groaned. Of course Scotsman would stay the night here. Sure, he was enjoying spending more time with his brother, and Camille had made it very clear that the brotherly bond that had somehow been torn needed to be patched up, but he was so excited to have Camille alone tonight. So much for that plan.

Upstairs he found the two were in the bedroom, Scot was leaning back against the bed frame, controller in hand, and Camille was at the edge of the bed, legs in pretzel style with her controller. Both were very engrossed with whatever game they were playing. So much so that they hadn’t noticed him come in.

Annoyed, Gordon cleared his throat.

Camille glanced his way with her ever loving smile but it quickly returned to the screen, “Hey babe!”

Scotsman didn’t even bother looking, “Afternoon, little brother.”

Gordon’s eye twitched, “Scot, I’m growing weary of this little brother name calling. And ‘babe’, Camille?”

Scotsman just chuckled. Camille smiled brightly, “Babe is just a more modern love nickname. You are my babe, aren’t you?” She glanced his way briefly and winked.

Gordon blushed a little but kept his composure, “I suppose so.”

“Gotta keep up with the times, little brother.” Scotsman chided playfully.

“Scotsman.” Gordon said in a warning tone.

The announcer of the video game on screen shouted GAME!

Camille groaned as Scotsman’s character appeared in the middle of the screen posing while hers clapped at the bottom of the screen. Scotsman grinned, putting his controller down and relaxing his hands behind his head.

“I win.”

“Ugh… this time. But I’ll beat you one day.” Camille said, punching at his calf playfully.

Scotsman looked over at Gordon who had decided to get dressed in the walk-in closet. He was coming out in his more comfortable clothing when he caught an impish look in his younger brother’s eyes.

“Wanna play, little brother?” Scotsman said with a competitive sneer.

Gordon scowled, “My name is Gordon! Not ‘little brother’”.

Scot grinned, “Beat me in a game and I’ll call you by your name.”

Camille glanced between the two, opting to move to the love seat in the room. If there was anything she had learned about the competitive nature of her beloved and his brother it was to get out of the way.

Gordon furrowed his brow, “What game did you have in mind?”

Scotsman set his controller on the bedside table and then knelt ready to pounce on all fours on the bed, “How about a contest of strength?”

Gordon looked his brother over confused and curious, but then broke into a grin, “You think you can take me on, Scotsman?”

“Oh, I’m banking on it, little brother.”

With that there was a flurry of motion as Gordon tackled his younger brother on the bed as the wrestling match began. Camille pulled the switch from its dock avoiding the confrontation. She smiled and shook her head at the laughs and taunts between the two brothers.

Gordon had Scotsman pinned at one point but then Scot kneed him in the rear, knocking him over with an ‘oof’. Scot laughed triumphantly, jumping at his brother who slipped out of the way and stood ready to grapple. Scot jumped up, tackling his brother against the wall. It was turning into an all out brawl.

“I’m not paying for anything that gets broken!” Camille declared as the two wrestled.

Gordon had managed to get Scotsman pinned on the ground, this time pinning down his legs as well. He grinned wide as his younger brother squirmed beneath him.

“Who’s the little brother now?” He panted.

“A little help, Camille?” Scotsman asked, trying to wriggle his way out from under his brother. He winked at her, signaling her time to attack.

Camille jumped up on Gordon’s back, wrapping her arms around his torso and digging her fingers into his underarms.

Gordon let out something that could only be described as a cross between a surprised yelp and a squawk. He let go of his grip on Scotsman and tried to pry the smaller engine off his back, but it was hard as she tickled his underarms. Anytime he reached for her, her tiny fingers darted into his pits.

“C-Camille!” He shouted, trying to keep in his laughter through gritted teeth. His cheeks were turning pink. Worse yet, Scotsman had slipped away and was now eyeing Gordon like a hawk. His worst weakness was being let out in front of his younger brother.

“What’s the matter, Gordon?” Scotsman asked with a grin, “You suddenly seem so weak.”

Gordon clamped down on his underarms, trapping the vile fingers in there, yet they were still able to wiggle a little. He was basically curled up in a ball on the floor, Camille on top of him. He was having to breathe through his nose to keep himself from turning into a giggling mess.

Scotsman took a step towards the two and Gordon flashed what he hoped were angry eyes at him.

“Don’t you dare!” Gordon tried to snarl.

“Don’t I dare to do what Gordon?” Scotsman grinned wildly.

Knowing he was cornered, Gordon did the one thing he felt he could. He risked Camille’s tickling fingers and stood up, walking backwards into a wall with a ‘thud!’

“Oof!” Camille gasped, letting go of him.

Gordon moved from her and tried to make a break for the door.

“Oh no you don’t!” Scotsman laughed, tackling his brother to the ground. The wrestling match began again, but quickly became one sided as Scotsman wriggled his fingers against Gordon’s sides causing the older brother to laugh loudly. Although Camille’s fingers tickled and could cause him to laugh, just like everything else in their relationship Scot went in full throttle and dug his fingers into him which tickled infinitely more.

“S-s-s-s-Scot!!!!!” Gordon yelled through laughter. No matter how much he moved, the laughter breaking from him weakened him and he was unable to get himself loose from his brother. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to tell himself this was a bad dream and definitely wasn’t happening.

Scotsman was laughing alongside his brother, but not nearly as loud, “Oh Gordon, if I had known you were ticklish years ago I would’ve used it to my advantage.”

Gordon tried kicking his brother off, bucking underneath him. He wondered what he had done wrong in his life to be treated like this.

“Camille! I could use some back up!”

“This is payback for all the times you’ve teased me, Gordon.” Camille said sitting on the back of his legs, teasing his thighs.

“C-c-Camille!” He called out between loud guffaws, “Please, don’t, I w- GAHAHAHAHAHA I w-won’t tease you again!”

“Oh we know thats a lie.” She laid down on his legs, holding down an ankle, though she had to dodge a few kicks and it felt at times like riding a bucking bronco, “Why so nervous dear?”

Gordon was beginning to panic at the overwhelming feeling of being tickled and where Camille was currently teasing him at his ankles. Although he was unsure if he was ticklish there, he wasn’t ready to find out. James had once kicked Edward in the hip, meaning to tease the other, and Edward had started tickling his foot causing James to react very, very loudly.

Camille spidered her fingers up and down his socked foot causing Gordon to basically scream in laughter. He tried to remove himself from underneath the two, but he was pinned and eventually, he gave up, surrendering to those awful fingers and the laughter.

Camille was the first to let up and got off of him, “Alright, Scot, I think he’s had enough.”

Scotsman sat up on Gordon’s back, releasing his older brother, ruffling his hair to spite him just a tad more, and then stood up and walked back to the bed to lay down on. Camille curled up on her boyfriend’s back as he panted through a few remaining giggles.

“I told you I would get you eventually.” She teased, pushing a few stray hairs out of his face.

Gordon could only glare at her, which was weak at best, “You… cheated…”

“I was never going to win without someone’s help.” Camille smiled, moving to lay next to him, “I only wanted to hear you laugh once. It’ll never happen again.”

“Now why don’t I believe that?” He said looking at her through tired eyes.

“Well, it’s not like I’ll have Scot over enough for it to become a regular thing.” She chuckled, “Not like I’d do that to you anyway.” She poked his nose, “If anyone in this relationship is the one that abuses the other being ticklish, it’s you, Gordon.”

He smiled, “You have a beautiful laugh and I love hearing it.” He gave her sides a quick squeeze causing her to squeak a little and then pulled her close to him, kissing her forehead. She smiled, curling up under his neck and kissed his throat softly.

“I’m still here, you two.” Scotsman called as he flipped through channels.

Gordon groaned, eyeing his bed, “You have a guest room, go use it.”

Camille laughed, “If he sleeps in there though, where am I going to sleep?”

“You’ve slept in here with me before. Why not now?” Gordon smiled.

“Did I just hear you ask her to sleep with you? Gordon, so sinful!” Scotsman teased.

Gordon scowled up at the bed, “Would you go away?”

Camille laughed again, “We’ve basically slept together since the storm. Just not really in an intimate manner.” A blush crept across her face.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Y’all so naughty.”

“Did you just say y’all?” Camille asked, sitting up and looking at Scot who grinned at her.

“I’ve been practicing.”

“Ya did good.” She laughed, climbing back up on the bed and sitting next to him, “I’m mighty proud of ya, brother.” She said laying on the accent.

“Well, thank ya kindly sister.” Scot said in an equally heavy accent.

Gordon groaned, deciding to sit on the other side of Camille, putting her in the middle, “Please stop.”

The two just laughed. Camille curled into him and snuggled under the covers just the same, “Never.”

There was a bit of silence as the three flipped through channels.

“Also, Scot, don’t think I’ll forget about tonight. I’ll be getting you back tenfold.”

Scot laughed, “If you say so, little brother.” But secretly, he was a little bit afraid.

Camille: What is the process? I mean, do you think they would consider engines from other worlds? *takes a deep breath with a laugh* I mean, they don’t grow up I know, but it’s a very unique and lovely thing to have a family as an engine. It’s amazing that something like this can happen. Sorry, I’m rambling.

Camille: This question is more for the Ramsfield’s then anything. Do baby engines get adopted by other engines? Is that a thing? A-asking for a friend.

@theyellowroseofsodor Mrs. Ramsfield: Yes, on some of the railways my husband and I have visited, there have been engines who have adopted baby engines. Little Tykes amusement park has a program similar to Big Brothers, Big Sisters where the bigger engines will help staff look after the little ones.

Gordon: … … …I’ve never felt like an inadequate mate for Camille. I’ve protected her, comforted her, kept her safe. But, I worry that I’m going to be the reason she won’t be picked as a suitable mother. She may be new to the feelings but she embraces them wholeheartedly. Me? I’m a serious engine with a serious job. I’ve never thought of being in a relationship or having a family, besides Scotsman and… our other… … …

He seems to grow distant at the thought of his lost siblings.

Gordon: What if I lose an infant like I lost… them…?

Gordon: *standing at the door of Sir Topham Hatt’s office at Knapford and finally knocks a bit hesitantly* …. Maybe I shouldn’t… *turns and scratches at his hair in frustration*. Why do things always have to be so complicated??

Just then Sir Topham Hatt opens the door. He is surprised to see Gordon.

STH: Oh, Gordon! I wasn't expecting to run into you. Is there something you need?

Gordon becomes shocked and unsure as what to do at the sight of tears.

Camille: *picks up Baby Gordon and rocks him* Hey, hey… shhh… it’ll be OK.

Gordon: I.. erm.. I don’t understand. He’s a tender engine, we don’t sh-

Camille: He’s a baby, Gordon. He just wants to play. Have fun? *bounces the baby in her arms* And I would give that toy back to him before you have a tender engine size problem if his brother shows up upset at you for making him cry. Or Sir and Lady Hatt.

Gordon: But, Camille he’s part of an elite class of engine. It won’t hurt him to not shunt cars…

Camille: I hear someone is having a big play date today!

Gordon is following closely beside Camille holding her hand.

Baby Gordon happily peeps his whistle.

Baby Gordon: Pway, Pway, Pway!!!!

Gordon: I can’t help but be proud of her as my mate. She absolutely adores him.

Gordon becomes visibly more nervous.

Gordon: She… I discovered recently that she spoke to the Ramsfields about adopting a baby engine. Not your little Gordon, he’s yours and she would never dream to take yours away. But, you’re a father, Sir. Was Lady Hatt ever more eager or interested in children? It’s like with this new possibility, Camille is all about spending time with your baby and wanting to have her own. I don’t know what to do.

Gordon: *standing at the door of Sir Topham Hatt’s office at Knapford and finally knocks a bit hesitantly* …. Maybe I shouldn’t… *turns and scratches at his hair in frustration*. Why do things always have to be so complicated??

Just then Sir Topham Hatt opens the door. He is surprised to see Gordon.

STH: Oh, Gordon! I wasn't expecting to run into you. Is there something you need?