FanFic:Saving Sodor Part 19: Fate

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Saving Sodor Part 19: Fate

Characters: (in order of appearance)

• James
• Bertie
• Harold
• Gordon
• Rosie
• Mavis
• Percy
• James
• Toby
• Thomas

Chapter Nineteen

The months passed. Work on the Island of Sodor continued as if nothing had happened. And there were no further disturbances from diesels.

As time went on, engines that had suffered damage were repaired and back to work. Gordon, Edward, Toby and Duck were soon back in good shape and working again. Bertie had also been repaired and was back on the roads again.

But Thomas had not been seen since the night Diesel had pushed him over the edge of the cliff. And because of this, the engines, rolling stock and vehicles were all feeling gloomy. They knew that if Thomas couldn't be repaired, off to the scrapyard he would go.

None of them were feeling cheerful at all. James was no longer concerned about how splendid his red paint looked. Bertie no longer felt like rushing along the roads, because it would remind him of when he and Thomas would race each other. Harold didn't boast to the engines about how he thought railways were slow. Gordon didn't even boast about setting a new speed record for Sodor.

But it was Rosie who was feeling most teerible. She was the one steam engine who had seen Thomas get pushed off by Diesel. And the Fat Controller was trying to repair Diesel as well as Thomas. Diesel deserved to be scrapped for what he did to Thomas. Thomas deserved to be repaired, because he didn't just save Rosie; he saved Sodor.

One evening, Rosie was helping Mavis shunt trucks at the quarry at the end of Thomas' branch line. Percy was actually the engine who should be doing this job, but he was doing Thomas' work, so Rosie had to do Percy's.

"Mavis," she said, "it's been a few months now since Thomas' accident. Do you think he will be repaired by now?"

Mavis sighed unhappily. "I don't know, Rosie. But one thing I do know is that the Fat Controller won't keep Diesel on the island now. So you won't have to worry about him bothering you anymore."

"That doesn't make it right!" Rosie snapped angrily. "This is all the diesels' fault! They wanted to destroy all steam engines! Well Thomas tried to stop them, and they tried to destroy him! And for all I know, they could have succeeded! Why did the Fat Controller have to have diesels! They're only good for destruction and nothing else! They're-" Rosie stopped, remembering she was in the presense of a diesel who was her friend. "Oh, Mavis, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean you, I meant-"

"That's okat, Rosie," Mavis smiled. "I know what you meant. Diesel 10, Diesel, 'Arry, Bert...no good comes from them except destruction. They're the worst diesels that have ever lived on Sodor."

Rosie sighed and shunted the last stone truck into place. "I'd better go now. My work for the day is done."

"Bye, Rosie," Mavis called as Rosie puffed out of the quarry.

As Rosie puffed along Thomas' branch line, she approached Elsbridge station. She could see that Percy was there with Annie and Clarabel.

"Hello, Percy," she called as she passed through the station. Percy didn't reply. He looked very sad. Rosie saw that the coaches were looking very sad too. Rosie knew the reason, and the thought of the reason made her sad again.

Rosie left Thomas' branch line and rejoined the main line. She stopped at a signal. James was coming towards her on the line next to her. He too was looking sad.

"Hello, Rosie," he called miserably. "I have to take this load to the scrapyard. You might not want to look." But as James passed her. Rosie looked at the load on the flatbed he was pulling.

And what she saw made her gasp and brought tears to her eyes.

On the flatbed were broken parts of a steam engine. There were two broken blue drive wheels, a cracked blue dome, a bent broken buffer, a snapped side rod, a smashed headlamp and a broken whistle, which, when blown, would make a whistle sound which everyone recognised, and would know the engine it belonged to.

Tears leaked from Rosie's eyes. She was devastated. Thomas had been scrapped. The workmen must have dismantled him, and what was left of him was on James' flatbed, which was to be delivered to the scrapyard.

Rosie puffed sadly along the line in tears. It was unfair. Thomas had saved the Island of Sodor and his reward was being scrapped. He didn't deserve that. Rosie would have right now given her right buffer to have the engine she loved back. And she wouldn't bother him again, no matter how much she loved him.

Rosie looked up, and stopped.

She was at the sidings on the edge of the cliff where Diesel had pushed Thomas off. Looking at these sidings brought the teerible night back into her mind. Rosie whimpered with sadness at the memory.

She saw that the points were leading into the siding where Thomas, along with Diesel and Diesel 10, had fallen off. The buffered that had been destroyed in the accident had not been replaced, and now there was nothing to stop any engines from falling off the cliff.

Rosie puffed slowly over the points and to the end of the siding. She looked over the edge of the cliff, down at the ravine below.

Thomas, the engine she loved, had been scrapped. There was no point in her being alive anymore. The only way for her to rejoin Thomas would be to destroy herself the same way Thomas did, and hope her remains would be dumped next to his in the scrapyard.

"Goobye, cruel world." She was about to puff quickly over the edge when-

"Rosie! What are you doing?!"

Rosie jerked backwards, and looked towards the main line which travelled by the sidings, where a shocked and angry Toby came puffing up.

"There's no point in me being alive now, Toby. Thomas has been scrapped."

Toby looked concerned and sad at her. "You loved him, didn't you?"

"Yes. And now that he's been scrapped, there's no point in my life. So I may as well destroy myself."

"Is that what Thomas would want?"

"Huh? What do you mean, Toby?"

"The reason Thomas had his accident was because he was trying to save you from being destroyed by Diesel 10."

Rosie looked down sadly. "So this is all my fault."

"Of course it isn't Rosie. But Thomas managed to save you. He wouldn't stop at anything until you were safe," the wise old steam tram explained. "If you destroy yourself, you're throwing what Thomas has done for you back at him."

Rosie felt ashamed of yourself. "You're right Toby. It would be selfish of me to destroy myself, after Thomas has been destroyed to save me." Tears leaked out her eyes again. "I'm sorry, Toby."

"It's okay, Rosie. You're still young." Toby smiled. "You still have alot to learn. Now, you'd better get back to Tidmouth Sheds.

And Rosie reversed sadly out of the sidings.

As darkness fell, Rosie made her way to Tidmouth Sheds. On the way, she came to Coven's Gate, and stopped by the entrance. "That's where Thomas went to. And that's where he got taken to pieces.

Just then, she heard a puffing noise coming out of the work shed. It sounded like an engine was coming out. The puffing noise got louder as Rosie heard the engine approach the entrance. But before it puffed out, it wheeshed a cloud of steam, which covered itself up, so Rosie couldn't see who it was.

The engine stopped by her, and Rosie waited for the steam to clear so she could see who it was.

The the steam finally cleared, Rosie gasped.

It was a small 0-6-0 tank engine with a fresh coat of blue paint, red stripes and a number '1' painted on it's side.

Rosie recognised it immeditly. It was the engine she loved. It was the engine who was known to be cheeky and fussy. It was the engine who had taken a huge accident to save Sodor, and had now been repaired and looked good as new.

It was the engine known as: Thomas the Tank Engine.