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I couldn’t stop thinking about a hypothetical Henry/Hiro wedding after you mentioned it last night. Perhaps a small, intimate ceremony held in a place like a botanical garden would suit them? I also feel like they would want to incorporate some Japanese customs, though I’ve never been to a Japanese wedding so I couldn’t tell you which ones. Not that I would want to! You are the author here, after all, I don’t want to tell you how to write your story!

🎁 Gift Anon 🎁

I also really feel like their wedding would be very private, much like the vast majority of their relationship. Henry isn’t much for the spotlight and Hiro, despite being the King of the Railway, would never impose something like that on his beloved. A botanical garden would make an excellent place for their wedding! I can’t even picture Henry really and truly walking down an aisle like how James and Edward did. I think only their close friends and Sir Topham Hatt his immediate family would be there and it would be short and simple, no reception afterward. I really don’t think they would want anything big or flashy. I think the only real flashy part would be the clothing and that’s because I think Henry would want to wear a traditional Kimono to celebrate his union with Hiro (who would obviously be wearing one as well). I don’t know how I would write it, I’ll have to look further into it, but I think Henry would want the wedding to be traditional Japanese to honor Hiro and Hiro would want to include the western traditions because he’s spent a long time on Sodor and because that’s where he met Henry.

Now I’m coming up with ideas… 🥰🥰🥰

I apologize that I’m behind on Traintober! I have things written but I’ve got sick kiddos and a guest coming from a good distance to spend the weekend. I have some really cute things written up but they’re on my dead tablet and it’s charging! I will get all things posted soon! I really think you’re all going to love it! 🥰

Wait, oh my god, idea: instead of either of them carrying a bouquet, Henry carries the Amaryllis in its pot!

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At first I was thinking in like a clay pot and thought (that’s really silly) but then I got to thinking about it being in a lovely vase and my mind went YES that’s the one!

Update!!

I know I have been MIA, life is busy and I find myself too exhausted to write at night sooooo, I’m planning on right now about to dump a bunch at once. I’ve been taking a break from the writing because well, writing 25-30 pages a week has been HARD. It’s not that I don’t enjoy the story, I absolutely do, but I’m also pretty wiped at this point.

But I’m not gone or dead! I promise! Just taking a sabbatical I guess 😅

I may or may not have also discovered character.ai and plugged in my Gordon to run through ideas of the storyline and been having WAY too much fun with that. Like, it’s been a freaking blast and I may be addicted… But anyway, I’ve got most of the entire plot written and I’m excited to continue.

Peace!! Everyone have a great day!!

Sooo… as I posted previously I’ve been messing around with AI for both fun and then for also aide in writing my fic. But recently I used an AI to create my characters, and I know there’s a battle between artists and AI but I can’t draw so I wanted to use it. Anyway, so far I’ve created my Edward, James, and Gordon. So here those beauties are!

Obviously since they’re made by AI they aren’t perfect by any means. I had another image of Edward and it had a beautiful background but the AI gave him 3 arms for… reasons??? Anyway, here is pretty much close to perfect for all 3 of these characters. Also, James should be raven haired but it couldn’t do the red highlights for whatever reason so I just went with red hair and now I can’t see him the other way. 🤷🏽‍♀️ Also The AI for Gordon i literally put in “Henry Cavill” as a reference point… sooooooo…. yeah.

More to come!!

Hey everyone! Another fun update! I will be starting up The Yellow Rose again this month. Yes I utterly failed Traintober but my excuse is that I got sick and was busy. That… that’s it. That’s the excuse for a full month of being ✨ lazy ✨.

BUT The Yellow Rose will be updated this month FOR SURE.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go simp over Astarion from BG3 for a moment like Markiplier simped over Lady Dimitrescu. 😂

Confession time!

YES I am writing the next chapter of The Yellow Rose and yes it’s taking time because I’m breaking my own heart writing some scenes.

BUT ALSO!!

I am actually starting to write an actual novel. Like the real deal. And yes, the characters are from this fandom. Of course, names will be changed and backstories altered but literally it can be read with or without the TTTE fandom. You’ll know it when you see it. Will be posting cryptic clues about it as it progresses.

You’re welcome. I hope.

Newest chapter will be up tomorrow!!

Chapter 20 is up! Prepare the tissue!!

I think I just predicted the ending of this series. It goes like this:

*Camille, Gordon, Scotsman, and Edward are standing in front of diesel 10*

Diesel 10: There’s nothing you can do to stop me puffba-

*James suddenly knocks Diesel 10 over the head with a metal chair, knocking him down*

Edward: James!?

Diesel 10 trying to stand up with blood running down the side of his head: GOD DAMN-

*Camille, Gordon, and Scotsman proceed to start beating the shit out of Diesel 10*

Scotsman: FIGHT BACK MOTHER FUCKER!

Thomas: *recording the whole thing with a smug look*

Percy who’s just there: :/

I kinda made this off the top of my head but anyway, your welcome! 😂

😂

That is a fantastic ending and I enjoyed it BUT it is also incorrect 😂 It will be heart wrenching and horrible but also amazing. I have the ending well written and annotated with notes as I’ve gone along. But yes, Diesel 10 will be in for.. not kind beat down.

Chapter 1 - Leaving Home

As per requested I will be posting my fanfic here as well now. It'll take a few days to get the whole thing up, I'm busy right now due to Thanksgiving/Black Friday, but eventually everything will be posted here as well.

It was the only way to keep her safe.  That’s what the four engine brothers told themselves as they walked through the New York airport.  With steam engines being viewed with less and less kindness and with the world still in the mindset that machines needed to be useful or suffer a fiery fate, Camille wasn’t in a safe place.  She needed to–had to–go.  This was the best option for her.

Each was silent as they made their way through the crowd, eyes on each of them.  Although the United States had done well with keeping freedoms for what they called Living Machines, when they were in their human forms people still had a tendency to stare.  It didn’t help that five of them were all together at the time.  Midas smiled and waved as many noticed the lettering of the US NAVY on his wings, but the other three brothers grumbled their way through the crowd.

Camille smiled nervously at people as they recognized her as an engine, the wheels at her feet were a dead give away.  Occasionally a child would pump their arms at her and she would whistle at them.  Others recognized the family from the news article.  Sometimes it was hard to escape the prejudices of their parents as they had literally built their own family.  Some people agreed, others not so much.  It was abnormal and sometimes that was a curse.  Her brothers were vigilant about keeping people away for the most part.  An ugly look or two came their way, but the stature of her brothers kept people from approaching.

As they neared the security gates that were specifically for living machines, Camille sucked in a deep breath.  This was it.  She was leaving for good and her brothers couldn’t come with her any further.  Each walked with her up to where she had her ID and her ticket checked.

With a hug, Midas whispered in her ear, “We’re going to miss you, little flower.”

Camille tried her best to keep the tears from forming in her eyes as she hugged each one, getting a similar response.  She couldn’t help but laugh as Rocket did his best to cover his own tears.

“It’s just being in this city.  I hate cities and it makes me cry being around this many people.  We need a new plague.”  He joked through sniffles.

Bull rolled his eyes and handed his sister her duffle, “Just don’t let those red coat engines push you around too much.  Remind them we won the war.”

Camille laughed and sighed, “And now we’re allies.  They’re gonna be my new friends and coworkers, y’know?” Oh

“Bah..” Bull responded with a gentle smile, “Take care of yourself, kid.  Keep in touch.”

Zephyr gave her a little nudge and then a hug, “We’ll bring you home if you need us too, but I’m sure you’ll put those big sausage engines in their place.  You’ve got a good bark and a whole lotta bite.”  He seemed to be the only one that wasn’t terribly emotional.  He winked, “You’re tough kid.  Texas tough.  I have no doubts you’ll be running circles around those Brits in no time.”

Camille laughed again, “You know it!  I’ll be fine!”

The security guard cleared his throat and handed her her items back, “You’re clear to go.”

Midas gave her one last hug, “You don’t want to miss your flight.”

Camille took a few steps backwards, “I won’t.  Promise.”  She started putting her backpack and duffle on the conveyor belt.  She looked back one last time at her brothers as they backed out of the line.  She took a deep breath and gave her biggest grin and waved with both hands.

“I’ll call soon!  As soon as I land!”  She shouted.

The parting was too quick for all of them.  She turned to walk through the scanner designed for their kind and then Camille was on her way.

The flight was less than desirable.  Halfway across the world the plane was subjected to a storm.  Although Midas had gone over the different possibilities and causes of turbulence with her, feeling it for the first time was truly overwhelming.  Although the plane was fairly booked, Camille found herself alone in her aisle for the most part.  Many of the passengers were getting airsick due to the storm.  Despite the fact that she was nervous and she felt that her stomach was full of bubbling mess, she didn’t feel sick.  She kept herself focusing on what London would be like and then Sodor itself.  She did a bit of research upon learning about the safe haven for steam engines.  She read about a wonderful castle there and was hoping one day she would be able to visit.  She loved all things knights, horses, and the medieval.  It seemed like a dream come true to be living in such a wonderful place, even if she would have rather stayed back home.

She read about Sir Topham Hatt and the awards he and his team of engines had received.  They seemed like such a talented group; even their newest engines.  Would she fit in?  Would the engines be kind?  She began to worry that maybe she wouldn’t be really needed and was just a pity case.  Would they be upset at her invading their space?  Would they dislike her because of being an American engine?  What if they couldn’t understand her accent?  Was her accent that bad?  What if all the engines were big like her brothers had said and were stuffy?  Would they be like some of the BBC shows she had watched?  But the question that bothered her the most was would they be accepting of her, an engine that had hardly worked as was basically raised human?  A phrase that stuck out on the article she had read about them all was how they were “really useful”.

A particular heavy drop and thump pulled her from her spiral.  She inhaled and held her breath for a few seconds, calming herself down.  It would only be an hour longer before they landed.  She chuckled to herself as she realized she hadn’t slept really, which was the original plan.  She looked out the window of the plane and noticed the rain.  It reminded her of how far away from home she was, as if to say she was on her own now.  She had rather hoped it would be bright and sunny when she landed to help her personality bloom.

Unfortunately for Camille, it was still raining when they landed.  It was odd how like the USA it looked to her at first.  It felt so familiar yet so foreign.  But that gave her hope, if it looked familiar and felt familiar then maybe it would be easier to acclimate.

She quickly called her brothers, who she realized were probably asleep, and then settled on a group message announcing her arrival in London.  With that done, it was time to find her way to the baggage reclaim area to meet up with the conductor that was supposed to take her to King’s Cross Station.  She spotted him easily as she made her way down the escalator, in the familiar blue uniform.  He held a sign that held her name with a little rose drawn on it.  She smiled and waved at him and he waved back happily.

“The Yellow Rose of Texas , I presume?”  He asked kindly, “Welcome to the United Kingdom.  I hope your travels were kind.”

“You can just call me Camille.  The Yellow Rose is such a long name and if I can I’d like to be a bit less formal.”  She smiled, “But yes, it was a good trip.”

The man smiled at her, taking in her small and shaking form. “My, even Thomas isn’t this small.  I wonder how she’ll fare. He thought to himself.  “Shall we collect your luggage?”

“Oh!  No, this is everything.” Camille shrugged her shoulders with her backpack on and bounced the duffle, “I packed light.”

The man seemed surprised, “You traveled across the world with such little luggage?  That’s impressive.”  He held his arm out to show her the way.

Camille laughed, “Well, when you’re as teeny as me, clothes pack easier.  Plus, I ain’t much for what most lady’s need.  I was more into sports and video games than pretty dresses and makeup.”

The man laughed and nodded as they approached the parking garage, “Well I’m sure if you need anything else you’ll be able to find it on Sodor or be able to get it easily from the mainland.  Of course, if you have time for that sort of thing.  Sir Topham Hatt runs a pretty tight schedule, but his engines do well with it.”

Camille gave a nervous chuckle as he opened the car door for her, “I… I haven’t worked a lot.  I’m fairly new…and my…” she gave him a sheepish look, “my father raised me mostly human.  I hope I live up to everyone’s expectations.”

“I’m sure you’ll do splendidly.  The way your family spoke of you, I believe you will find your way one way or another.”

The rest of the drive was a bit quiet as Camille took in the new world around her.  She asked a few questions about the UK and what Sodor was like.  Eventually it was revealed that she wouldn’t be driving to Sodor alone.  That seemed to relax her.

“So, what’s this engine like that I’ll be going with?  Are we double heading or am I just driving beside them?

“I think you’ll like him a lot.  He’s a particularly famous engine.” The conductor said, trying to be a little mysterious.

“Famous?”  Camille sat up, “How famous?”

“Worldwide.  In fact, he goes to Sodor on occasion for his passengers who wish to visit the island.”

Camille sat still as she went through the famous engines in her mind.  There were a couple in mind and they all made her feel a little antsy inside.  Despite having a famous brother herself, the idea of being in the presence of a famous engine, someone who was built like her, made her want to jump out of the car and nope right back to the airport.

“This engine… is he big?”

“Very.  Big, fast, lean, and green.” He grinned.

“The Flying Scotsman.” She barely said above a whisper, her eyes widening, “You all paired me with The Flying Scotsman?!”

The conductor laughed as he noticed her legs began to jump with a nervous bouncing, “We humans did no such thing.  Like I said, he goes to Sodor to drop his passengers off and pick some up on occasion between his tours.  Since you’re new here he decided he would drive alongside you.  He felt it wasn’t proper for a new, young lady engine to have to make that sort of drive by herself.”

“Well ain’t that neighborly of him.” Camille responded nervously, her accent slipping in her anxiousness.

“Well, he does figure himself to be a lady’s man.  Despite being 100 years old his human form and features are that of a young man and he is a bit of a flirt.  He’s a good fellow though.  I’ve never known him to be an aggressive sort of pushy.  There’s no finer engine I would suggest taking care of you, miss.”

Camille’s legs began to shake less with the confirmation from the conductor.  She looked him up and down, “Are you going with me?”

He shook his head, “Afraid not, miss.  My place is here.  But your own fireman and driver will be waiting for you at the station.  We’re just about there and right on time too.  Sir Topham Hatt picked them out specifically for you and your personality; well, based upon what your brothers said.”

Camille exhaled, trying to remove the nerves as she watched the signs amongst the busy roads point towards King’s Cross Station.  She found herself ready to be in her new home, whether berth or bed, and ready for her anxieties to calm down.

As they entered King’s Cross, Camille practically trotted to keep up with the Conductor.  She was rather small in human form, even for a tank engine.  But the bouncy gait was helping her from shaking all over the place as she looked around the station at the many engines.  Streamlined, diesel, steam, they were all there and they were all ginormous.  Upon noticing her own wheels, they looked either shocked or unamused at her being on two feet instead of working.  Some blew steam towards her or said a rather hurtful comment.  For the most part, Camille ignored them.  She was too focused on getting to her new home and following the conductor.

Just when she thought her heart was going to explode straight from her chest, she heard a rather melodic horn and saw the infamous green livery and two tenders of The Flying Scotsman.  For a moment, she stopped in her tracks, shocked at the situation in front of her and the large engine on the tracks.  The conductor that had been ever so kind to her was ahead and talking to two men in blue uniforms.

That must be my fireman and driver.  She realized.  Another deep breath and Camille took brave steps forward, trying to emulate her brother's bravery and splendor.  If anything, she couldn’t be cowardly, that wasn’t the Texas way.  She was supposed to be bold, brave, and nothing resembling nervousness.  This was no time to be timid.

She shook herself and walked up to the group as the Conductor turned her way.  He smiled, “Camille, this is Dallas and Edan.  Dallas will be your driver and Edan is your fireman.”

She shook hands with them both in an eager manner as both men seemed to be full of vim and vigor, “Nice to meet you.” she said.

“Ay, lass, it’s a pleasure to be working with a famous engine such as yourself.” Edan said with a thick Scottish accent.

“I hear you’re quite the spitfire back in your home state.  It’ll be great talking with someone with the same interests.” Dallas said, “Not to mention me being named after your own capital.”

Camille laughed, “I’m very excited.” The nerves began to settle a little when she heard someone clear their throat.

She turned to see the grinning face of The Flying Scotsman, “As one famous engine to another, let me welcome you to the United Kingdom.”

Camille hoped she was managing to suppress what she knew was a blush.  He was indeed a very handsome engine, like the conductor had said.  His voice however, was truly enamoring… and those eyes.  She found herself stumbling a bit before she answered, “I’m nothing compared to you, sir.  Everyone knows who The Flying Scotsman is.  The Yellow Rose, eh, not so much.”

He laughed at this comment, “You can call me Scotsman.  The whole thing is a lot to say. As for the fame, you’re still a young thing give it time.”  He grinned,  “An engine raised human hasn’t been heard of before, yet here you are.  One that sings, dances, and so on, I’m very excited to see what you make of Sodor, Yellow Rose.”  He winked.

Camille thought she was going to melt there on the spot and gave a nervous chuckle, “ If I’m going to call you Scotsman, you can call me Camille.  Or Cam, that’s what my brothers call me.  ‘The Yellow Rose of Texas’ is such a mouthful.”  She gave a small smile, “I’m not so sure I’ll make anything out of Sodor though.  The real question is what it’s going to do with me.”            

Scotsman hummed in response and nodded to the rails beside him, “We shall see, won’t we.  Care to join me?”

“We should be getting ready to go.  Can’t be late for your meet n’ greet with the others.” Edan said.

Camille nodded and put her bags down, hoping down to the rails besides the Flying Scotsman.  She took a deep breath as the gold dust switched her into her engine form, her wheels fitting nicely on the rails. She blinked a few times, getting her bearings.  As she shook her boiler to relax she couldn’t help but notice the Scotsman eyes on her.

“Something on my face?”  She asked jokingly.

He grinned back, “No, no, nothing at all.” He cleared his throat, “But I can tell Sodor is in for a surprise with you.  You’re quite the looker in your engine form.”

“See, now, now you’re just being a flirt.”  She said happily, “Are all big famous engines like you?”

Scotsman laughed, “No, they’re worse. I’m a gentleman through and through.  You seem to be all fired up though, or is it the nerve talking”

Camille felt her firebox warm up as Edan and Dallas got her all ready to go, “Don’t you know that us small engines are full of spitfire?  Great things come in small packages.”  She grinned and hissed a bit of steam playfully.  Her nerves were just about all gone.  The Flying Scotsman’s open personality was just what she needed to start feeling at home, even if she wasn’t in Sodor yet.

“Oh ho, really?”  The Scotsman asked, “And how much fire does this Texas spitfire have?”

“If I could rev myself up, I would right now.”  She said in a competitive tone, with a wink and a small playful hiss of steam. 

The Flying Scotsman gave a playful scoff, “You want to challenge me to a race?  On your first day here?  Are you sure about that?”

Camille rolled her eyes, “Well, I probably shouldn’t.” She said playfully, “As it’s my first day and I don’t know anything about where I’m going.  Plus, aren’t you supposed to be all gentlemanly and show me the way?”  She batted her eyelashes at him.

He laughed, “I think I’m going to like you, spitfire.  But yes, I will be the gentleman and show you the way.”  He whistled as he was given the signal to go. Camille smiled big and whistled as well, following close beside him.  All the nerves were gone as she began to joke and talk with the bigger engine, ranging from what back home was like to her favorite hobbies amongst the humans.  Scotsman listened to her and matched her personality with his own, talking of his own adventures in America.  Camille couldn’t have asked for a better start to her new journey in a new land.

Next Chapter

Chapter 2 - Sodor

Camille’s drive from the mainland to Sodor with The Flying Scotsman, or Scot as he asked her to call him, was a lot of fun.  They laughed and joked and may have done a tiny race that their drivers quickly scolded them for.  They matched each other's energy quite well.

“So what’s it like on Sodor? Any engines I should be wary of?” Camille asked.

Scot laughed, “Well I’ve heard there’s a diesel on the island that’s a bit mischievous and a couple of brothers here and there that are pranksters, twins I’ve been told, but other than that no.”

Camille mocked horror, “Oh, no! Brothers, say it ain’t so! My weakness, more brothers!”

Scot raised an eyebrow at her, “Now c'mon, brothers aren’t that bad.”

Camille chuckled, “No of course not.  Not until you try to do something on your own and then your own personal fleet of older brothers come out of nowhere like hawks.”

Scot laughed, “I wouldn’t know that feeling. My brother usually just grumbles and groans when I’m around.”

Camille glanced at him sadly, “I’m sorry to hear that. That must be rough.”

Scot scoffed jokingly, “Don’t fret, my brother and I live for teasing each other.  He’s too easy to tease, he’s always so serious.  He gets a little jealous of my fame. But really I think he’s mainly jealous because I’m the taller brother.”

“Is he older than you?” Camille asked.

Scot grinned, “Yes, yes he is.”

Camille laughed, “Well that’s why he grumbles and groans. Not only are you extroverted and famous, but you’re taller as well.  Poor baby.  At least tell me he’s handsome so you didn’t take his looks either.”

“Oh he’s handsome alright.  People have often thought of us as twins in our human form.  That annoyed him as well so I changed my hair.  But I don’t think it changed much and well, Gordon is a bit prideful.” Scot replied.

“Gordon? That’s a very gentlemanly name.  Feels tough too.”  Camille said.

“He is that when he wants to be.” Scot sighed reflectively, “There are days, especially now that we can walk and do things off the rails, that I wish we could just take the time to really be brothers again.  But I fear we’d get on one another’s nerves too quickly.”

Camille watched as the big engine seemed in sad reflection.  He looked back at her with a grin though, “However I wouldn’t call him a poor baby, as you said earlier, if I were you.  But if you don’t mind, I might use that one day.”

She laughed, “Be my guest.  If he’s as big as you but full on grumpy mode he might decide to eat me if I teased him too hard.”

That got Scot laughing again, “You know Camille, I think I’m going to be a bit sad you aren’t on the mainland with me. I think you’re going to be a lot of fun to have around.”

——

When they got to Vicarstown it was already later in the day. Scot had said normally Gordon and some of the other engines would be there but taking a closer look at the time, they had already been missed.  Scot was picking up several passengers to head back to the mainland and while he waited for them to load up, he invited Camille to take her human form with him to stretch their legs for a bit. Their drivers and firemen were eager to get to the nice staff room as well.

Scot was huge compared to her. With her barely hitting 5’ he was easily over 7’ with three wheels on each leg.  His dark green and brown hair was a messy part to the right.  His eyes were like dark chocolate and warm to look at.  The three piece suit and tie that matched his livery… His handsome features threw Camille back into reality of just exactly who she had just spent the afternoon with. 

She felt a little insecure with her long hair that was probably a mess with very casual clothes on.

“You’re blushing, spitfire.” He teased leaning in towards her face.

She covered her face with her hand, embarrassed,  and used the other to push his face away, “Warn someone before you get all handsome.”

He laughed, “But this is just my face, I can’t help it.”

As they laughed and teased each other a bit more, a man in a black suit and hat approached the two with a rather large smile on his face.

“The Yellow Rose of Texas, I presume? Welcome to Sodor, I am Sir Topham Hatt.” He said.

“Hello, sir!” She said, messing with her hair trying to look more presentable, “I would’ve met you in my engine form but, Scot here was kind enough to let me stretch my legs after such a long journey.”

“That’s quite alright, my dear.” Sir Topham Hatt chuckled, “I am just happy you arrived safely and soundly.  Thomas, one of the engines you’ll be working with, will be here shortly to show you the way back to Tidmouth Shed where you’ll be living from now on.  I’ll have your luggage taken there as well.” He motioned to two men in blue suits who grabbed Camille’s duffle and backpack and walked to where the cars were parked with them.

“This is all so exciting!” Camille said, bouncing a little, “I’m glad you were ever so kind to let me stay.”

“No trouble at all my dear. I was more than happy to help, given your situation.”

Camille smiled a little sadly, which wasn’t missed by Scotsman.

The Fat Controller cleared his throat and was about to speak again when a high whistle sounded.  A blue tank engine pulled up alongside them.  He was very perky and had kind eyes.

“Ah! Thomas! Right on schedule.” Sir Topham said, “Camille, this is Thomas. Thomas, Camille.”

“How do you do, Camille?” Thomas greeted.

“I’m doing fine, Thomas. A pleasure to meet you.” She smiled back.

“Well, I think you’re well taken care of from here.” Scot said with his hands at his hips, “My fireman and driver will be back soon. So I guess this is farewell for now, spitfire.”

Camille turned to him, “Thank you so much, Scot. It was amazing to meet up.”

The Flying Scotsman bowed, “The pleasure was mine, m’lady.” He beamed at her, “But in case you become depressed because you can’t see this handsome face anymore,” he slipped a piece of paper in her hand, “don’t hesitate to call.” He winked.

Camille shook her head but smiled, opening the paper to reveal a phone number.  She chuckled, “OK hotshot, I won’t hesitate.”

He waved as he walked back to the beginning of the train, “Oh before I forget,” he turned and placed his chin in the elbow of his thumb and pointer finger, “When you do meet Gordon and he does step in it, because he absolutely will, don't hesitate to tell him to behave and be nice.  He needs to be a nice little brother.” And with a wink and a skip in his step, Scotsman dusted himself into his engine form, was coupled to his train, and given the signal to leave.

As he sounded his whistle and left, Camille waved and ended up clutching the phone number to her chest.  Whether he ended up being more than a friend later or otherwise, Camille was just happy to have someone that was so willing to be her friend.

Sir Topham Hatt cleared his throat and directed her to the rails where Thomas had turned around, “Shall we?”

Camille nodded happily, stuffed Scot’s number in her pocket, and heartily jumped to the tracks as an engine.

——

Camille and Thomas talked a little about America as they drove to the sheds.  Thomas was very open and energetic, revealing how he one day would love to travel the world.  Camille couldn’t share his enthusiasm but enjoyed listening to him nonetheless.

As they were approaching Tidmouth Sheds, Sir Topham Hatt asked her if she could stop by his office to finish a bit more paperwork before she was introduced to the rest of the team.  Tired, but more than willing to comply, Camille did so, parting ways with Thomas just before the Sheds.

He was eager to return to the others to gloat about Camille and how he got to meet her first.

When they arrived at the office building she noticed a large manor shortly in the distance.  It read Tidmouth Manor on it and Camille assumed that’s where the engines slept if not in the sheds, or perhaps it was the workers.

Sir Topham Hatt left her on the rails and asked her fireman and driver to come inside to finish the paperwork.  This gave Camille time to shift once more to walk off the nerves building up again.  As she shifted she felt a ping and a vibration from her phone.  It was a large, unknown number that she quickly realized was European.  The text simply stated:

“Go get ‘em, spitfire 🔥”

She smiled brightly at the phone, saving the contact as Scotty Boy, she sent back a text: “You know it 😎”

She returned to her engine form, not wanting to delay any further when the men returned.  The paperwork was completed and it was time to follow Sir Topham Hatt to the Sheds.

——

Camille drove to Tidmouth Sheds following Sir Topham Hatt in his blue car.  Upon arriving she saw all the berths were occupied, some of the engines were small like her but the majority were larger.

As she approached the turntable all eyes went to her.  She couldn’t help but feel her cheeks warm up and her boiler felt tight.  She glanced from one to the other with a warm smile, hoping to make a good first impression.

Sir Topham Hatt pulled his car aside and waited as she stopped on the turntable.  He smiled at his team and then to her.

“Everyone, this is Camille. She’s the newest member of our team flown all the way from the United States.  I expect you to all be welcoming to her.” He turned to face her as he waved his hands at the engines, “Camille, this is Emily, Percy, Thomas you met earlier, Edward, James, Gordon, and Henry.”

“Howdy!” She said cheerfully.

Some of the engines smiled and blew a friendly whistle at her. Sir Topham Hatt continued, “Camille, your berth isn’t finished yet, but there is plenty of space at the manor if you find the sheds booked.”  He turned to face Thomas and Percy, “Thomas, Percy, you two will help Camille tomorrow in between your own jobs. Help her learn her way around shunting trucks and coaches.”

“Yes sir!”

“Of course, sir.”

Sir Topham Hatt turned one last time to Camille wishing her a goodnight and then returned to his car and left, her fireman and driver in tow. They both wished her a wonderful night and said they’d see her in the morning.

“So, Camille, what part of the states are you from?” Emily asked, breaking the ice.

“Oh! I’m from Texas! Back there I was known as The Yellow Rose of Texas.”

“Ooooooo, sounds famous.” James said in a teasing manner.

Camille chuckled nervously, “I mean, I guess I am. I am the first steam engine built in a long time, back in the nineties anyway.”

Everyone’s eyes widened at that statement.

“Holy cow you’re young!” Thomas shouted.

“Thomas!” Edward scolded.

“I’m not the youngest anymore!” Percy pipped.

“Well, I’m not a baby! I’ve been around for 3 decades.” Camille said a little flustered.

James snickered, “Oh, just three decades. Yeah. You’re baby.”

Camille frowned at him, “Rude.”

“I get to be that way, with age comes rights to be so.” James smirked.

Camille thought and then smirked back, “You’re right, you’re right. I was raised to be a lady and to be respectful to my elders, grandpa.”

With that James stopped and spluttered, “What did you call me??”

That got the others chuckling.

“Oh I’m sorry,” Camille said teasing, “It’s just if you’re going to call me baby then I figured I’d call you something similar to your age range. Or was it that you didn’t like ‘grandpa’?  Shall I call you, Pawpaw or Pappy instead?”

The other engines laughed at that.  James was beginning to turn as red as his paintwork.  With a “hmph” he quickly dusted into his human form and walked forward proudly.  He was a young man in this form, athletic build, with black hair with red streaks.  As Camille watched him, she noticed just about everything on his body was red. Red coat, red slacks, his nice red wheels on his outside legs.

He flipped his hair at her, “Take a close look!” He grinned at her, “You’re looking at eternal youth! Always exceptionally beautiful.”

Edward sighed tiredly at James’ vanity.  Gordon groaned and rolled his eyes.  Thomas just shook his head.

Camille smiled. She quickly took her own human form. Sure, she was shorter than him by several inches, but she pranced right up to him. James had started laughing at her height, but before he could do anything she was right in his bubble.

“Wh-what??” He asked as he took a step back.

“Hmm…” She squinted at him and did a full circle around. She grinned as she grabbed a stray hair off his shoulder, “A-ha!”

She held the hair up, “Grey hair.”

James shrieked in outrage causing some of the others to flinch and others to laugh, “W-w-whaat?! No, you’re lying!”

Camille smiled and let the hair loose, “I’m only teasing. You are quite handsome and youthful, but you’re easily wound up.”

By this time, Edward, Thomas, Percy, and Emily had taken human form and were walking towards the two.  Henry and Gordon watched them. Henry glanced at Gordon with a soft smile and then shifted. Gordon grumbled, but followed.

Edward consoled James, promising him there’s no other gray hairs. Thomas and Percy bounced question after question at her, while Emily tried to slow them down.

“What’s Texas like?”

“Do you know any Cowboys?”

“How come you go by Camille instead of The Yellow Rose of Texas?”

“Can you say ‘y’all come back now, ya here’?”

Camille laughed with each question unable to answer due to the rapid fire.

“Thomas! Percy! Give her some space!” Emily scolded them.

“Thomas does raise a good point though.” The booming voice of Gordon stopped everyone.  Camille swallowed as she glanced in the bigger engines direction.  Gordon was tall, and worse for Camille, he was handsome just like Scotsman had said: muscles, blue hair that matched his tender slicked back save a few hairs, and a pair of steely eyes.  If it weren’t for the snooty look, the brothers could’ve been twins.  A deadly combination, she thought to herself.  No wonder Scotsman warned me.

He towered over her, seemingly unimpressed yet amused at her small stature, arms folded across his chest, “It’s not like we need another engine, let alone such a little one. What are you doing here and how really useful could someone so small really be?”

“Gordon!” Edward yelled, annoyed, “That’s no way to talk to our new teammate.”

Camille felt small compared to the other engines but she felt really minuscule compared to Gordon. Part of her was ready to retaliate at his rude comment, but the other part of her ached at the reminder of why she was here to begin with. Her builder and father was dead, her siblings sending her away… for a while in the excitement she had almost forgotten.

While Emily and Edward were scolding Gordon, who defiantly went back and forth with them, Percy noticed Camille’s quietness.

“Uh, Camille, are you alright?” He asked gently.

Camille startled a little but gave a soft smile to him and then turned back to the bigger engine.  She decided to try and be tough, pushing threatening tears and sadness back.

She gave him a firm glare, “I’m here because this is where I’m needed to be. I don’t know you from Jack, sir, and frankly with your attitude I don’t have to tell you the details of why I’m here.”

Gordon looked taken aback by her words and new demeanor. Before he could reply she continued.

“I know you think your hot stuff, good looks and a body to boot, but I know a little bit about you Gordon. Your brother told me about you on my way here and he wasn’t far off the mark with how you’d respond about having someone new around.”

The other engines got quiet and looked back and forth between the two. Whether Camille knew it or not, Gordon and Scotsman’s relationship was a bit of a taboo subject at the sheds. A small pressure point could be seen on his face and his eye twitched a bit at the mention of his brother.

“Oh, really?” Gordon said through clenched teeth, “What else did my brother say to you?”

Camille smirked, “Well for one, I will say that Scotsman was a far better gentleman to me then you are acting right now.  So, he’s got you there.”

An arrow pierced Gordon’s ego.

“He warned me that you were a prideful, old man with delusions of grandeur.” She said stabbingly, “I had hoped that it was just the normal brotherly teasing, but I see he wasn’t wrong. Don’t you think it’s a bit rude to ask ‘why I’m here’” she said in a mimicking deep voice, “in such a way? Had you asked kindly I would’ve felt more comfortable to respond.”

Despite her situation, Camille was feeling bold if not a bit triggered.  Somehow with just that statement and questions, Gordon had gotten under her skin.  A little bit of the frustrations of her current life situation had spilled forth.

Gordon’s eye was twitching very obviously at that point with an aggravated look on his face.

Camille turned her back to him, arms folded over her chest, “Oh and I have a message from your brother.” She turned around and posed in the exact same way Scot had earlier that day, “Do be kind to her, little brother.”

And with that, Camille turned back towards Emily and Thomas who were struggling, and failing, to hold in their laughter, “Can I go to my room now please? I’d love to see the manor.” She smiled brightly at them.

“Certainly,” Emily said, clearing her throat and regaining her composure, “It’ll be nice to have another girl on the team.”

Thomas followed behind before turning back to call to Gordon, “Have a good night’s sleep, little brother!”

Gordon was seething. Never had anyone ever taken a tone like that to him.  He hadn’t been this irritated since Thomas was constantly waking him from his naps and that had been a while ago.  Thomas’ snippy comment wasn’t about to be forgotten either.

Edward sighed and smiled, “Maybe next time be a little kinder Gordon.” He turned to James, “I’m gonna sleep in the manor tonight. If Camille stays up a little longer I’d like to get to know her, make her feel more at home.”

He left with James at his heels.

That left Percy with Henry and Gordon.  He watched the group leave and then spoke up. “I overheard Sir Topham Hatt talking with Camille’s fireman and driver about her.” This pulled Henry’s attention from calming Gordon and Gordon looked at Percy.

“Her builder, who was like a father to her, died and the people wanted to scrap her.”

Henry gasped and Gordon flinched.  That stopped Gordon’s anger from rising and it dissipated as Percy continued, “She’s got some brothers, but apparently they have good standings wherever they are. They found out how us Steamies are safe here on Sodor and had her sent here. I didn’t hear much else and I felt bad for overhearing, but she sure seemed sad on the platform. Thomas told me that The Flying Scotsman was there at Vicarstown with her and she was smiling and laughing, but her eyes… she just felt a little distant.”

Percy took his engine form again, seeing his fireman and driver pulling up, “Maybe go easy on her, Gordon. She’s lost a lot in just a few days. I know I would be scared if I were her.”

Henry looked at Gordon, who couldn’t look him in the eyes.  While many of the engines looked at each other as family and teammates, hardly any of them really talked about or even knew their real family with the exception of Gordon and James. James never talks about his siblings and what he went through with them except to Edward, but Gordon’s family and their trials were fairly common knowledge.

Henry gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder, before changing back and backing into his berth.

That left Gordon alone with his thoughts.  He looked toward the manor and heard some of the laughter from the others.  Not often did Gordon feel remorse for his actions, but this was one of those times.  He had really stuck his foot in his mouth this time. 

“Bah…” He said, frustrated with himself as he shifted back to his machine form in his berth.  He’d worry about working with Camille and what he’d say to her tomorrow.

——

Inside the manor, the five engines were laughing and getting to know one another.  Edward had promptly gotten James to apologize which Camille accepted.  After some ice breaking questions, Camille found she had common ground with all four in some manner.  James and her both loved superheroes, Superman to be specific, and she had promised to introduce him to the character Deadpool.  Edward, Emily and her all loved reading books and had agreed to possibly do a little book club amongst the three of them. Then there was Thomas, he and her both loved video games.  When Camille opened her duffle to reveal a Nintendo Switch, Thomas just about lost his mind.

But with the night growing darker and Camille finding herself growing exceptionally tired after a day or two without real sleep, the group decided to call it a night. There was a long L shaped hallway of bedrooms and bathrooms. 

Emily gave Camille a general layout, “Starting here at the beginning of the corridor, there’s a bathroom on the left and then my room across from it. Here at the intersection will be your bedroom, and then down the hall there is Edward on the left, James on the right, Thomas next to James, and then Gordon’s room on the end.  His room also has a bathroom in case this one is occupied. Just give his door a knock.”

“What about Preston and Harry?”

“Percy and Henry?” Emily corrected, “They have bedrooms downstairs since they do night shift runs. That way they don’t wake us and we don’t wake them.” 

“Why does Gordon have his own bathroom?” Camille asked after some thought.

“While I would normally say vanity and him being proud…” Emily thought for a bit, “No actually I think that’s just it.”

Camille laughed, “Well, I can see he is a very proud engine. His brother did warn me.”

“I’ve never met the Flying Scotsman, is he very nice?” Emily asked.

“He’s charming, that's for sure. An extrovert, very energetic. I liked being around him.” Camille responded with a shrug, “He’s also very easy on the eyes.” She fluttered her eyelashes.

Emily laughed, “So I’ve heard. Did he woo you?”

Camille scoffed, “Nooooo…. Maybe.” She laughed, “But truthfully, with his energy level I don’t think I could keep up, no matter how fun he could be.  If I were to see him again, which I wouldn’t mind, I think he would be a really cool friend to go do adventurous stuff with. Or even just chill with.”

Emily seemed to ponder that, “It’s so interesting to see your take on the other engines.  You talk so… human about them.”

Camille worried a bit, “Is that bad?”

“No! No, not at all.” Emily replied quickly, “It’s just that, us here on Sodor weren’t built with the ability to switch forms since it hadn’t happened yet. In fact, it was a rather terrifying experience for some of us when it did happen years later.  Some saw it as a curse, but it has become a common belief around here that the Lady of Legend gave us this ability to save us from… unfortunate situations.  So, we lived as engines even with the human forms available to us. We worked, sure we did have fun, but nothing like what our freedoms are now, despite what some people say.”

Camille groaned, “Politics. I hate them.” She proceeded to pretend to be at a rally with a sign, “Give engines rights! Let them vote! Blah! Blah! Blah!” She sighed, “Yet no one has asked us how we feel. Because frankly, I’ve seen enough of the human drama to know I don’t think I care to do things their way.  I’d rather just work, help out, and play board games, read books, etc.  Getting involved with their human rights seems a bit.. much.”

Emily nodded, “I couldn’t agree more. Around here the only things that have changed is this manor and the others built around the island for the other teams.  We also have human amenities like clothing, books, games, and such. Sir Topham Hatt has been really kind and generous to us.  Some days, despite him having his own family, I almost feel like he sees us as his family as well.”

Camille smiled, “I got that feeling too.”

They stood in silence for a bit. Emily looked at the clock and paled a little, “Is that really the time? We need to get to bed!  We’ve got to be up and ready at 5:30.”

Camille stretched, “Sounds great! I think I’ll shower in the morning to help wake myself up, if that’s alright.”

Emily nodded with a smile, turned and wished Camille goodnight as she opened her door.

“Hey Emily, before you go, I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“How about you and I go shopping one day? Just the two of us. Have some girl time.” Camille offered.

Emily smiled brightly, “That sounds amazing! Definitely!”

Camille smiled and nodded, telling Emily goodnight and stepped into her room, shutting the door behind her.

Her two bags were there waiting for her, just as Sir Topham Hatt said.  She opened the duffle, revealing the suctioned clothing bags. It was late and she would unpack later, but she at least wanted to change into pajamas.

She brushed her hair in the vanity and looked out the window as the world slept around her.  It was so quiet here on Sodor compared to home.  Her windows overlooked the sheds.  She saw Gordon sleeping alone in his berth and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret at how she had reacted to him.  It’s not like he knows her situation and how… unique it is.  Lashing out at him was just as rude as he had been to her.  Yeah he’d been a bit much but now he was sleeping by himself.  Maybe he preferred it that way though? She decided to not think too much about it.

She grabbed her toothbrush, realizing she hadn’t brushed in a while.  She quietly left the bedroom and entered the bathroom and brushed her teeth and took care of other essential stuff.  She looked into this mirror as well.  Once again the feeling of being somewhere new and strange had practically been dissolved by the friendliness of her new team.  Her only team for that matter.  

She sighed to herself and washed her face with a little soap and water.  As she splashed and toweled her face off she stared into the mirror, “Looks like we’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.”

Another sigh.  She was beginning to feel like she was a walking pair of sighing, depressed lungs. She returned to her room and patted her cheeks as she laid down in the comfy queen bed.

“Tomorrow is gonna be good, awesome even.” Camille told herself.

Before she closed her eyes, she looked once more at the window.  It was still bothering her that Gordon was out there alone.  She had a feeling of stupid guilt that she had put him there.  She tossed and turned in her bed, trying to ignore the feeling.  She didn’t want to go outside and possibly bother him and Emily was probably already asleep, as well as the others.  She felt like she was about to go mad with the tug of war of thoughts going on in her mind when she heard a noise from Edward’s room.

“If Edward is up, maybe he wouldn’t mind if I asked him what to do…” She decided and got up.

She went to the next bedroom and lightly rapped on the door.  There was a moment of shuffling and the door opened with a slightly disheveled Edward.

“Miss Camille, are you looking for the bathroom?” He asked kindly with a smile.

“N-no… I’m sorry to ask this but… I feel bad…” Camille trailed a little.

Edward seemed to blush a little, “I’m sorry if was making too much noise, I’ve been told I’m-“

“Oh no,” Camille interrupted, “Nothing like that. I just, I saw out my window that Gordon was alone,” she rubbed her arm and looked down, “and after how we didn’t get along so well I thought maybe I was the reason he didn’t come inside.”

Edward gave a light chuckle, “Oh don’t you worry about him.  It would take a lot to hurt his feelings and I promise you Gordon probably thinks he’s struck gold having the sheds to himself for the night.  I’ll have to tell you a story about a moment like that for him a few winters back, but maybe not in the middle of the night.” He smiled.

Camille was relieved, “Oh OK. I’m sorry to have bothered you, I was just feeling guilty.”

“Not a problem at all.” Edward reassured, “Don’t hesitate to come my way if you need any help or advice.”

Camille nodded and turned away, “Thanks Edward. Goodnight.”

Edward waved a little, “Goodnight, Camille.”

Camille went to bed after that feeling much better.  Sleep was much easier found after that and soon she was curled up with her pillows sleeping soundly.

——

In the room next door, Edward laid back down too and pulled the body of the bigger, raven haired engine close. He could feel James’ heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.

“Relax Jamie.” Edward murmured into the back of his neck. James let out a quiet but heavy sigh, “That was too close.”

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Chapter 3 - Rails of Gold

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Camille had slept fairly soundly that night after talking with both Emily and Edward.  Her phone alarm woke her up at 5:15.  She sat up and stretched, looking around the unfamiliar room.  Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she tripped out of the sheets before grabbing a nice looking blouse and slacks, a small jewelry bag and what little makeup she had.  Whether today went swimmingly or not, she was bound and determined to look good.

She emerged from her room and went to the bathroom.  Locking it behind her she proceeded to shower and clean herself up.  She grabbed her phone and earbuds, turning on anything pop or dance to boost herself up.  She looked herself over after some time and after fixing her hair back in a hairband, she took a deep breath, removed the earbuds and headed out.

As she entered the kitchen, Edward and Emily were there to greet her dressed in dress clothes that matched their livery with their number sewn on the breast.

“Good morning, Camille.  Have a good sleep?”  Emily asked.

Camille smiled and nodded, “Better than I have in a while.  Although, I did feel a bit bad that Gordon never came in.”

Edward chuckled, “Like I told you last night, Gordon is undoubtedly fine.  He’s not usually someone you will ever have to worry about.”

Emily snickered, “Unless he gets stuck on his hill.”

“What’s that mean?” Camille asked.

The two of the bigger engines began to laugh.  Edward spoke up, “That’s a story that’s better for after work.”

James jumped directly behind Camille with a “boo!” just then causing the smaller engine to yelp and duck.

“James!” Edward scolded.

Camille smiled with a laugh and turned to her would-be attacker, “Oh you wanna play games, do you?”

James grinned, happy with her response, “You ready for your first day, newbie?”

Camille responded with a confident look, “Bring it on, Johnny Red.”

“How are all of you so energetic in the mornings?” yawned a sleepy Thomas, his blue hair a mess going everywhere.

James looked at Thomas in disgust, “Aren’t you going to fix your hair?”

Thomas shook his head, his beach boy style hair swishing around, “What does it matter if I do it now or not?  It’s not like the passengers ever see.”

“He’s got a point.” Edward said, taking a sip of his drink.

James scrunched his nose and went to grab himself a cup of coffee.  Emily nodded towards the coffee pot, “Would you like a cup?”

Camille shook her head, “I don’t drink coffee, thanks though.”

Thomas smiled, “I don’t like it either.  Gordon drinks it black.” He stuck his tongue out.

“I don’t like the jitters and then I’m crazy silly giggly after a while.  Makes me too hyper.” Camille laughed, “However, I will drink an energy drink on occasion for special circumstances.”

“What circumstances would that be?” James asked.

Camille shrugged, “Going to a dance, maybe going to the roller rink, just hanging out with friends.”

The four engines looked at her a little confused, “What’s a roller rink?”

“Y’know, it’s a slick floor where you can just rollerblade, or in our case, roll around on our wheels.  It’s a big circle, people race, or dance.  There’s usually a snack bar and a few tables.”

They all looked at her blankly.

Camille seemed a little shocked, “Really?  No one?”

Emily shook her head, “Never had anything like that here on Sodor.”

“Oh my gosh, you guys are missing out.  Maybe we could make something like that.  It’s so much fun.”

Thomas nodded, “It sounds like it!  A place to just relax and hang out.”

“I like the idea of showing off my moves.”  James said with a small dance.

Edward glanced at his watch and grabbed his coat, “Time to go.”

The three with drinks put their now empty cups in the sink and headed down the stairs to the front door.  Thomas and Camille followed.  Edward turned around by the front door, trying to fix Thomas’ hair a little. Thomas griped at him with a mumble of, “I’m fine, dad.” James snickered.

Heading down the stairs they met a rather tall male engine dressed in black suit with gold trim and the number 51 on one breast and the name Hiro on the other.

Camille blinked at his height thinking to herself ‘There seem to be a lot of large engines here.’

“Good Morning Hiro.”  Emily said with a smile, “Come here with Henry last night?”

The Japanese engine smiled kindly at her, “Good morning, Emily and all of you.  Yes, it was beginning to storm with spring here and I would rather Henry not be out there by himself.”

“That’s very kind of you, Hiro.  I’m sure Henry loved and appreciated having the company.” Edward said.

Hiro nodded and noticed Camille, “Oh my! I didn’t expect to see a new face today.  I apologize for not introducing myself, I am Hiro.”

Camille smiled back, “Hello Hiro, I’m Camille.”

“They call him The Master of the Railway.” Thomas told her.

Hiro laughed, “That they do, but I promise I am very kind.”  He smiled at her.  It felt so genuine and soft that Camille couldn’t help but feel brighter being around him, “If you need anything at all, please don’t hesitate to ask.”  He held the door open for the others.

There were those words again. It felt like everyone was doing their best to make her feel welcome. Camille felt comfortable and happy standing with the others. No hesitation to ask anything at all. 

“I won’t.  Thank you so much for your kindness.” Camille said, exiting the manor.

As she walked to the sheds, she saw Gordon and his team getting ready.  Everyone began to shift, ready for their fireboxes to be lit and to get to work.  Camille watched as each found a berth, greeting their driver and firemen.  She felt that familiar feeling of her heart racing and the butterflies forming in her belly.  Even though most everyone had been kind to her and were genuinely friendly, she couldn’t help feeling nervous.

“Camille, over here!”

She turned to see Edan and Dallas beside the shed.  She smiled and ran up to them.

“Ready for the day, lass?” Edan asked.

“I hope so.” She said honestly with a grin.

They nodded and gave her space to shift.  For whatever reason, shifting to her engine form this time reminded her of the first time she had ever done so.  It was such an odd tingling feeling as her body reorganized and changed itself into the new shape.  She remembered being afraid that it would hurt, but the gold dust that surrounded her calmed all anxieties she had, almost like the feeling of a warm hug.  Over time it had felt no different from walking or driving, it had become a part of her.  Today though, that warm hug feeling came back.  She blinked away teary emotions as the thought crossed her mind that it was her builder, her father, giving her a hug on this big important first day.

Feeling her wheels on the rails, Camille gave a little shake and threw her doors open for Edan and Dallas.

“That’s new.” Edan chuckled.

“What?” She asked, concerned.

“Not very many engines open their doors for their workers, it was just a nice change.” Dallas told her.

“Well, I’m not like very many engines.” Camille replied proudly.  She felt the warmth of her fire starting and the familiar feeling of having someone in her cab.

The men laughed.  “No, Camille, you are not.”

A whistle, deep and loud sounded.  Gordon had entered the turntable and was leaving first.

“Express coming through!” He shouted.

Camille cocked an eyebrow as she drove forward next to Thomas, “Why would he say that?  He doesn’t even have his coaches connected to him.”

Thomas laughed, “Gordon is a very proud engine and he likes to let everyone know it.”

She rolled her eyes with a laugh, “Oh oh-kay.”

Each engine took their turns on the turntable and drove away from Tidmouth sheds.  Camille followed Thomas to the yard to get the coaches ready for everyone.  She looked around excited and nervous.  Everything was hustle and bustle.

She ended up on the rails next to Thomas, looking around at her new working grounds, “Welcome to Knapford Station, Camille!”

“It’s so busy!” Camille said.

“You’ll get used to it, don't worry.” Thomas laughed, “But first we’re going to get everyone’s coaches and cars ready.  I’ll get–”

Before Thomas could finish speaking, the loud poop poop of Gordon’s whistle blew, “THOMAAAASSS!!” he thundered.

Thomas looked irritated and defeated all at once.  He sighed annoyed, “First, let’s take care of Gordon before he blows a gasket.”

Camille laughed, “We’re not even late, are we?”

“No, we’re not.” Thomas led the way to the coaches, “I’ll grab Sir Proudbutt his coaches if you’ll get James his goods train for today.  We’re already on the right rails to do so.”

Thomas stopped suddenly though upon seeing the troublesome trucks on Camille’s rail, “On second thought,” he reversed, “Why don’t you take the coaches to Gordon?  Those trucks are known for being trouble and I would rather you not have to deal with them on your first day.”

If Camille could’ve shrugged, she would have.  She allowed Thomas to pull in front of her and then headed towards the express coaches.  After being coupled, she heaved and hoe’d as she got used to their weight, pushing them towards the big engine.  She noticed steam hissing from Gordon impatiently and decided it was probably best to be kind instead of getting irritated.

“Sorry Gordon!  Thomas didn’t want me grabbing the trucks and so I had to switch tracks to get to your coaches.”  She was uncoupled and Gordon’s passengers climbed aboard.

Gordon was flustered.  He still didn’t exactly know how to approach Camille with the new information Percy had shared to him and Henry last night, “Ah, er.. Thank you, regardless, Camille.”

“You’re good to go, big boy!” She said with a grin as she watched the last of the passengers board, and she backed down the tracks to get back to Thomas.

A light dusting of pink colored Gordon’s cheeks at the nickname.  Again, he had no idea how to respond to her.  The guard at the side snickered at Gordon’s blushing and then quickly turned away when Gordon glared at him.  The guard blew his whistle, signaling Gordon’s departure.  Gordon whistled proudly and left.

“Express coming through!” He shouted once again.

Camille, in the yard, heard him and couldn’t help but laugh, “Now this is when it makes sense to say that.”

Thomas had returned from helping James with his coaches and was coupled to Annie and Clarabell, “Annie, Clarabell, this is Camille.  She’s our newest teammate.”

The two coaches seemed very pleased with seeing the new engine.

“How do you do, my dear? I am Annie-”

“-and I am Clarabell.  It’s so nice to see another young lady on the lines I will say.”

Camille nodded, “A pleasure meeting you ladies too.  Sodor is a wonderful place from what I’ve seen and I can’t help but think I’ll be very happy here.  Thomas has been very kind to help me out.”

The coaches chuckled and with a smile said, “Our Thomas will take great care of you, we assure you.  He’ll do his absolute best.”

Thomas blushed at their kind words.  Camille smiled, it was nice seeing an engine and his coaches get along.

“Actually, Camille.  This is where my shift with you ends and Percy’s begins.  I have to head to the next station.”  Thomas said a bit sadly, “If I could stay longer I would.”

Percy pulled up with a pip and smiled, “Don’t worry Thomas!  I’ll take good care of Camille.”

Camille smiled, “It’s OK, Thomas.  I’m not a newbuild, I’ll be alright with Percy.  We will catch up later.”

Thomas grinned at her and his best friend, “Alright then you two!  I’ll see you around!” and with that he whistled and left.

Camille and Percy watched him leave and then smiled at each other, “Ready to clean up the yard?”

“This place could use a bit of feminine touch, I do think so.” Camille responded.

Percy laughed, “Let’s get this place running ship shape, as Salty would say.”

They began to move cars and clean up.  They were doing well when Camille couldn’t help but ask, “Hey Percy?  Who’s Salty?”

—-

Camille was fairly tired when the day was coming to a close.  Even though the engines would take breaks and had their own break area to chat and talk about their individual days, Camille wanted to do her very best and kept her nose to the grindstone as it were.  

Edward and Emily had both complimented her on her work but reminded her to take a few breathers every now and then.  It was going on 3 when she finally decided to take their advice.  In the break room, there were couches, a coffee table, a small kitchenette and in the corner of the room a hammock.

Camille was beginning to wonder if the hammock had magical properties as it seemed that each break there it was taunting her with the thought of a nap.  This time she gave in.  She laid in the rather large hammock with a happy groan.

“Ohhhhh yeah…”  She rested her head on the blue Nor’Western Railway pillow.  This almost felt better than the bed she had slept on last night.

She heard Thomas and Percy laughing from outside the break room.  As they entered the room, they glanced at Camille and immediately stopped laughing.

Percy looked a little panicked, “Camille, you can’t nap there.”

Camille opened one eye, “What?  Why not?  Edward told me earlier that I could take a small nap if I wanted.”

“Yeah on the couch.” Thomas said, glancing out the window to the station, “Not the hammock.”

“Why not the hammock?” she grumbled, sitting up and sitting pretzel style.

Percy yelped, “Ahh!  Don’t put your shoes on it!”

Camille panicked as well, “OK, OK, OK.  Shoes off.” She removed her shoes but didn’t get off, “What’s the deal with this hammock?  Sir Topham Hatt doesn’t relax here so….?”

“It’s Gordon’s hammock and Gordon doesn’t like others touching his things.”  Thomas explained.

Camille sighed and rolled her eyes, “Of course it belongs to grumpy gus.”

“Yeah and Gordon has a tendency to…punish those who mess with him or his stuff.” Percy mumbled.

Camille looked between the two, “Like…what?”

“He drug me around the island when I was pretty new here.”  Thomas said with a blush, scratching his cheek with a single finger.  “I um… Well I was teasing him and I kept waking him up from his naps because, well, I didn’t nap and felt like he didn’t really need to.”  He chuckled when he looked at Camille sheepishly, “Let’s just say he took off with the express before I could be uncoupled.”

“Oh gosh….!” Camille said, “That sounds… less than fun.”

Thomas chuckled again, “Yeah that’s one way to put it.”

They all laughed but were silenced once they heard Gordon’s familiar whistle.

“Get off, get off, get off.” Percy panic whispered.

Camille went to jump out but her leg and wheel got caught in the holes of the hammock as she hopped out.  She flopped upside down on her face.  Percy panicked and Thomas rushed over to help her get unstuck.  The heavy footsteps of Gordon’s boots were getting closer.  He couldn’t see what was happening inside as it was one-way glass for privacy of the engines.

Percy jumped for the couch and hid himself in a nearby magazine.  Thomas continued to try to get Camille untangled as she looked at him with a look that screamed HELP.

It was too late though, the door swung open.  Gordon groaned, his eyes closed as he removed his hat and massaged the back of his neck.  When he opened them, he was taken aback.  There was Thomas kneeling next to Camille, his hands wrapped around her ankle, and there was Camille, upside down half on the floor, her blouse slowly rolled up her torso exposing her stomach.  She was blushing madly, Thomas was gaping at Gordon silently.  Percy tried to melt into the couch.

“Ha ha ha…. Hi Gordon…” Thomas said, breaking the silence.

Camille twitched, she felt like a seagull trapped in a net.  She tried to do a pull up and untangle herself once more only to fall back helplessly.  She closed her eyes, wishing death could claim her from this embarrassing situation.  She resigned herself to its cold embrace, thinking of all the ways this day had just gone wrong.  She couldn’t look him in the eyes and decided to cover her face with her hands.

She went to the If I can’t see him, he can’t see me mentality.  She heard his heavy steps approach her and Thomas.  Thomas backed up, letting Gordon closer, “It was an accident Gordon, she didn’t know that this was your hammock.”

Gordon didn’t respond.  Camille could feel him standing over her and shrunk backwards towards the floor to the best of her abilities.

She made a surprised noise when she realized Gordon was leaning over and helping untangle her from the roped mess.  She peeked through her fingers as she felt him touch her ankle and unwrap the ropes and then her wheel.  He even carefully lowered the rest of her body to the floor.

Camille sat up, “Ummm… Thank you, Gordon.  I wouldn’t have laid down if I had known.  Thomas and Percy showed up after I had fallen asleep.”

Gordon looked at her quietly and then at Thomas and Percy, who quickly turned away from the two.

“I… wanted to apologize for how…brash I was last night.”  He held out his hand to help her up, which she took, “I overheard Sir Topham Hatt talking with Edward today about how pleased he was with your work today.  He said that you really cleaned up the yard and he was happy with how useful you were.”

Camille realized she hadn’t blinked in a while and then smiled at the big engine, “Well, thank you Gordon.  I appreciate the apology.” She looked down at her hands nervously before looking at him, “I owe you an apology too.  I was nervous and the past couple of days before coming to Sodor were… less than agreeable.  I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you. I’m also sorry.”

She turned from him and brushed off some dirt that had been left over from her heels and straightened the pillow back.  She moved out of his way and beamed again, “It’s all yours!”

As he sat down, she made her way back to the door, “I should probably get back to being useful again.”  She accidentally bumped her elbow on the doorknob and chuckled, embarrassed, before exiting and running back to the yard.

Gordon just stared at the door after her.  He contemplated all that had just happened, unsure of what to make of it.  He shook his head and went to lay down when he felt eyes on his back.

He scowled and looked at Thomas and Percy who seemed to be in shock.

“What are you two little engines looking at?”

Thomas glared at his tone while Percy spoke up, “You didn’t get mad at her.  You normally get all bent out of shape with any of us that lay in your hammock.  Like James, who you spun out of it just the other week.”

Gordon grumbled, “She’s new.  She didn’t know any better.”  He laid down and put his hat over his face, shielding it from the light.

Thomas and Percy just looked at each other and shrugged before heading to the kitchenette for some snacks.  Thomas did smack Percy on the back of the head though.

“What was that for?”  Percy asked, astonished.

Thomas grumbled, “You were less than helpful for that whole ordeal.”

Percy giggled a little, “When it comes to Gordon and his anger, sometimes it’s survival of the fittest.  Or those who melt into couches anyway.”

—-

Earlier that day

Gordon had been sitting at the Vicarstown station waiting as passengers loaded and unloaded.  His day had gone pretty well, all things considered.  He was even thinking about a small nap there when he heard the familiar whistle of his brother.

He groaned and rolled his eyes as the engine backed his train down the platform next to him.  The Flying Scotsman grinned at his brother when he hissed to a stop.

“Hello Gordon!  Fancy meeting you here.”

“We see each other almost every day, Scotsman.” He grumbled.

“And yet, you never seem happy to see me.”  Scotsman pouted playfully, “Don’t you love me?”

Gordon scoffed and rolled his eyes, causing the other engine to laugh.

“Alright, Gordon, you’ll be happy to know I’m not going to tease you so much today.  I’m wanting to hear how Spitfire’s first day is going, if you know any details.”  The big green engine said with a grin.

“Spitfire?” Gordon asked, confused.

Scotsman rolled his eyes, “Camille!  The new engine on your team!  She was a lot of fun to talk to and be around yesterday, I was hoping I’d hear from her at least at some point today.”

Gordon seemed a bit guilty at the mention of Camille.  It wasn’t lost on Scotsman.  He gave his brother a disappointed look, “What did you do?”

Gordon came right out of his funk and glared at Scotsman, “Why are you accusing me of doing something?  I’ve hardly spoken to the girl.”

Scotsman sighed, “Well, I hope you treated her better than you treat me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh Gordon, you know full well we aren’t on the best of terms because of some sort of rivalry you’ve established between the two of us.”  Scotsman thought for a second, “You didn’t treat her poorly because of her fame did you?”

Gordon was becoming annoyed at the interrogation, “No!  Of course not!  She’s not even that famous!”

“But you did call her a little engine and  you also made fun of her size.”  Thomas said, pulling up. He wasn’t about to let Gordon get off so easily, “You could’ve really hurt her feelings.”

Gordon growled at Thomas and then looked back at his brother who was sternly looking at him.  He hated that, when Scotsman seemed to think that he needed to lecture him.  Him!  His older brother, no matter how big Scotsman may think he was.

“I’m going to apologize.”  He directed towards Scotsman, ignoring Thomas, “I… wasn’t informed of her situation until afterwards.”

“What situation?”  Thomas asked.

“That’s none of your concern.” Gordon growled.

“Oh, but it’s yours?”  Thomas retorted.

“It’s alright, Thomas.”  Scotsman said calmly, “Not many people know about Camille’s situation and I’m sure however Gordon came upon this information, it was through the proper channels.”

Gordon winced inwardly thinking of how he was informed by Percy of all engines.  But that got Thomas to stop pestering him and he puffed away.

Scotsman glanced at his brother, “Gordon, I think the two of us know better than any engine on this island how important family is and how things can be easily…upset.”

Gordon stayed quiet, not wanting to remember the other siblings he and Scotsman had shared.  None of them got along with each of the two living Gresley’s but it was still a subject Gordon would like to have kept taboo.

“I never said anything about her family or her upbringing, but I did say something… stupid nonetheless.”  Gordon confessed, “I didn’t know how alone she was and how that would have affected her.”

“Tell me all you did was tease her about her size.” Scotsman said.

“I may have said something along those lines…and her usefulness as a small engine.”  Gordon responded through gritted teeth.

“Not your best moment, little brother.”

That got Gordon chuffing and spluttering, “Would you stop calling me that?  We’re practically the same size and you’re the younger brother.”

Scotsman smirked and stuck his chin out, “Younger.  Not littler.”

The green tender engine laughed as his brother spluttered some more, “But in all seriousness Gordon, please be nice to her.  At least try, for me?”

Gordon looked at his brother, confused, “What is she to you?  You’ve hardly known her.”

Scotsman looked away with a far off smile, “Yes, that’s true.  But I also remember what it was like to be separated from my family and what it’s like to feel the pressure of everyone knowing your name.”

Gordon was quiet, listening to his brother.  He didn’t often talk about his time in America unless it was to boast, but he was stuck there for a while and whether Gordon liked to admit it or not there had been a time when he worried he would never see his younger brother again.  It was a very real possibility that Camille was experiencing something similar.

“She talks a big talk and she’s a perky little thing, but I also know all too well that that kind of personality can be the biggest cover up.”  Scotsman finished.

Gordon pondered that statement for a second, “Do you ever feel that way, Scotsman?”

When his brother didn’t answer, Gordon pushed a little, “Scot?”

Scotsman just grinned at his brother as the guard whistled, “That’s my signal, Gordon.  We’ll talk next time.”

He whistled loudly as Gordon watched his brother with mild concern.

The big grin on Scotsman 's face never left, “Flying Scotsman coming through!!”  He winked and with that, he left.

Gordon watched him leave, feeling like now he had more to apologize for then before.  The whistle for him to leave sounded shortly after and he drove back in silence.

*hugs Gordon* ( I just read chapter 20 so I think you know why)

*Gordon shrugs you off, walking back to the shed to be with Camille*

Flying Scotsman: He’s… He’s still recovering… I’m sorry he just isn’t one for touch right now. We’re just giving him space, they’ve got most of the others either in the hospital in their human form or in a shed at the Steamworks. Camille’s gonna be shipped out soon.

Emily: I heard Edward just got picked up. James is losing his mind… He’s completely hysterical.

Flying Scotsman: Can you blame him? They just got married.

*hugs James since I heard he’s having a whole ass meltdown*

*James is in a total state of panic*

James: This isn’t a meltdown! Ed… he…! What if he’s hurting?! What if this scars him?! What if… what if…?!

*James completely breaks down*

Emily: James… it’ll be alright.

James: You know that for a fact?! You know my husband is going to just walk right out of the Steamworks fine?! You know that for a fact?!

Emily: I… No, I…

James: Then keep your stupid thoughts to yourself!!

Oh my goodness… I take a holiday for a few weeks and I come back to find out such a tragedy has struck… I’m so sorry this is happening to you all.

Aside from Gordon, Scotsman, James and Emily, are there others who were unafflicted? Were the Miniature Railway and Skarloey Railway targeted as well, or was this isolated to just the North Western Railway?

I’m sending you all my love and support.

🎁 Gift Anon 🎁

Sir Topham Hatt: We’ve had to lock down the whole island. Just about every water station was hit…. Almost all the engines… So many of them…. I’m having to make a public announcement soon. We’re supposed to be a safe haven for Steam Engines and now… we might lose so many of them.

I’m excited to see where this goes!

Time Doesn't Heal All Wounds Part 1

Narrator: It was a beautiful spring day in England. The Flying Scotsman or Scott as most called him, was up for auction after his previous owner went bankrupt. This is the 3rd time in his preservation that this happened. After securing the necessary funds to make a bid, the National Railway Museum (NRM) had won the right to buy him.

(We cut to the auction).

Auctioneer: Sold to the representatives of the NRM for £2.3 million. As a reminder, they will be getting not only the locomotive, but also his spare boiler, cylinders and a Mark 1 supporting coach.

(The representatives smile as they walked up to Scott).

Andrew: Hello, Flying Scotsman. My name is Andrew J. Scott. I'm the director of the museum, it's an honor to have you with us. 

Scott: The pleasure's all mine, sir. I've heard a lot about the museum from my dear cousins. It's been a long time since I've last seen them.

Andrew: Well, I'm sure you would like to see them. But first, we have to see how you run and determine if you're able to pull trains.

Scott: I understand, sir. Will we be able to leave now?

Andrew: Yes, I have a crew ready to get you in full steam. I'll see you in York. Good day, Scotsman. 

Scott: Thank you, sir.

(Andrew left as Scott's new crew members arrived).

Gary: Hello, old boy. My name is Gary, I'm your new driver, and this is George, your fireman.

George: Nice to meet you, Scotsman.

Scott: Nice to meet you fellows too. You can just call me Scott.

Gary: Right, well then Scott let's get you in steam. We need to make sure you're able to be displayed for this year's Railfest.

Scott: Ok, Gary.

(The two men climbed into Scott's cab and got him in steam).

Narrator: Once he was in steam, Scott began to leave for York. Then he started to feel awful.

Scott (moaning): Oh, Gary. I'm not feeling very well.

Gary: Hmm, your pressure is dropping. What do you think is happening?

Scott (moaning): I don't know. I don't think I'm going to make it to York. I have to stop.

George: There's a siding just up ahead. We'll stop there, so we can notify the station in Doncaster.

Narrator: They arrived at the siding just in time. Scott had broken down. His boiler tubes were starting to leak.

Gary: My god, I haven't seen anything like this. How are feeling, Scott?

Scott: I don't feel well at all. I feel like something's leaking out. Can you see anything from inside my cab?

George: Sorry old boy, you won't be able to start up again at this rate. Your boiler tubes are starting to leak. We'll have to tow you to York. Just rest for now while we wait for help to arrive.

(Scott nodded as his closed his eyes and eventually fell asleep).

Narrator: While Scott was asleep, he was towed to the repair yards. It was a long journey but they were able to get him to York. 

(We cut to the repair yards as Scott wakes up).

Scott: Oh. What happened?

Gary: I'm not quite sure yet. The engineers are still trying to figure it out. We didn't want to put you under until we heard what you had to say. Do you know what else is bothering you?

(Scott thought for a moment).

Scott: I'm not sure. I just feel old and worn out.

Gary: Well, I guess you'll be grateful to have some rest. We'll do the best we can to help.

Scott: I will let the engineers do what they need to do.

(The engineers began to pour the anesthetic). 

Scott (feeling drowsy): Thank you, everyone.

Gary: You're welcome old boy. Now you just get some rest.

(Scott closed his eyes and fell asleep).

Narrator: The engineers worked on the Flying Scotsman for weeks. It wasn't until June, that they were able to wake him up.

(Scott begins to open his eyes and sees Gary and George).

Scott (tiredly): Hello.

Gary: Scott, how do you feel?

Scott: Really tired.

George: The engineers kept you asleep for almost a month. You needed your boiler to be completely washed out. There was a lot of boiler sludge that had to be removed. I also heard that a lot of your stay nuts had signs of overheating so those had to be replaced along with the leaky boiler tubes.

(Scott was beginning to doze off).

Gary: I think we just need to let him rest. If his stays had signs of overheating, then he must have been run ragged. He needs as much rest as he can. We still don't even know how he'll run during Railfest.

George: He'll start light duties during charter trains as the Scarborough Spa Express (SSE). Who knows, maybe that was all that was wrong and he'll be running good as new.

(They leave Scott to rest).

Narrator: Throughout the summer of 2004, Scott and his crew spent their time in and out of the works. Originally, 121 tubes were replaced, but then three days after Scott started work as the SSE, he broke down. A crosshead bearing was damaged so that was replaced. Then after five days, he broke down again. Pipework in his oil pump were defective so that had to be repaired. There were also concerns about previous repairs to the crack in his right hand cylinder. It was now September, and Scott had to be taken to the NRM's workshop for more repairs. His cousin Mallard was there.

(Scott and Mallard are both in their human form. While Scott could be described a large, overweight man; Mallard would be described as a man who used to be an NFL QB. No longer star material but still relatively fit. Mallard glares at Scott while he's lying on the couch).

Mallard: You know this is pathetic, right? To think the supposed pride of the LNER has been reduced to a has been engine on their last set of wheels.

Scott: Did you have something to say to me, Mallard? Or did you just come all this way to laugh in my face?

Mallard: I came here to tell that you that you're an embarrassment to the Gresley name. You go flouncing about and cause your owners nothing but financial problems. We all know that your 100 mph record means nothing anymore. There were plenty of other engines that were more useful than you. Quite frankly, I don't understand why you were saved to begin with.

Scott (sadly): I don't know why I was saved either. Not that it matters now. I've been in and out of the works for the past four months. This time, there's so much work to be done, that I don't know when I'll wake up once I'm put under.

Mallard: The NRM should just cut their losses and scrap the whole thing and build a new engine from scratch. They'll lose less money that way.

(Gary and George walk in).

Gary: That's enough, Mallard. If you're not here to be repaired, then leave so you don't get in anyone's way.

Mallard: Well then.

(He leaves as the two men walk up to Scott who tries to curl up on the couch).

George: Don't listen to him, Scott. The NRM would've never bought you if they didn't think you were worth it.

Scott: I know. I just want these repairs done, so I can go back to the engine I once was.

Gary: Don't worry, old boy. We'll do our best to help you.

Scott: What did they say was wrong with me this time?

George: Inner firebox, that cracked cylinder, the air brakes. You know how it is.

(Scott sighs).

Scott: How long will they make me sleep this time, gentlemen?

Gary: I'm not sure, but we'll be here when you wake up.

Scott: And I can't thank you two enough for that.

George: Come on old boy. Let's get you back to your engine. You need to go back under.

Scott: I understand. I'm nothing but thankful for the both of you being here.

Narrator: With the help of George and Gary, Scott makes it back to his engine.

Gary: Steady there. Just dream good dreams and don't let Mallard's words bother you.

Scott: I won't. Thank you. Both of you.

(The engineers walk in and began to pour the anesthetic again). 

Scott: I just hope I won't develop a tolerance to this stuff.

(Scott falls asleep after a few minutes).

Tagging: @bluy1206, @werbitssft, @klein-sodor-bahn, and @theyellowroseofsodor.

*puts hand on James’ shoulder* Hey, you need to calm down. I know your worried about Edward but you need to calm down. Edward wouldn’t want you to panic, would he? I swear we will find who did this and we will get our revenge, but we can’t do that if you keep freaking out here. I promise everything will be ok.

James: *Hyperventilating* I… I know… he’s just everything to me… we just got married… He’s everything to me… my husband… he’s my husband…! *trying to remain calm*

Little cute mpreg splendid engine humanized💖🥔🥔 #Magica Pungu🌈

Anybody else besides Thomas got fish in their tanks I remember Scotsman nearly dying to fish so much wows of fish

Also my mascot is Arthur.

Camille: There hasn’t been a fish incident in a while… At least not since I’ve been here.

James: I mean, there was the time that Gordon had to pull the Kipper because he was being a brat. 😏

Gordon: *splutters* A BRAT?!?! ME??

Thomas: I mean, you did think you were SO important that you didn’t have to pull the Express on time.

Camille: What happened exactly?

Gordon: N-Nothing you need to worry yourself about!

Camille: Now I really want to know. 😁