FanFic:Saving Sodor Part 2: The End of the Day

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Saving Sodor Part 2 - The End of the Day

Characters: (in order of appearance)

• Thomas
• Annie and Clarabel
• Berie
• Gordon
• Diesel
• James

Chapter Two

Thomas made good time as he continued his work along the branch line, stopping at each station to pick up and let off passengers.

As dusk started to fall, he arrived at his final destination; Ffarquhar station. Thomas pulled into the station, and slowed to a stop.

On the road beside the station, a small red bus was waiting. The remaining passengers on the train got off Annie and Clarabel, left the platform, and started to board the bus.

"Hello Thomas," said the bus. "Any news from your branch line?"

"No, not really Bertie," replied Thomas. "Except the Fat Controller has told me, Percy and Toby that there is to be a meeting at the sheds."

"Really? What about?"

"I don't know. But I'll have to go now to find out. I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

"Okay. Goodbye Thomas. See you tomorrow." And tooting on his horn, Bertie set off down the road, while Thomas left the station.

He travelled to a large railway yard near the sheds. This was where all the coaches were kept. There were many coaches in the yard, large and small.

He shunted Annie and Clarabel into the yard.

"Goodbye, you two. See you tomorrow," he told them.

"Goodbye, Thomas," replied Annie.

"Don't forget to tell us about the meeting tomorrow," added Clarabel.

"I won't." Thomas was just about to set off, when on one of the lines near where he was parking Annie and Clarabel, he saw a large 4-6-2 tender engine shunting three large express coaches painted in dark green and cream onto the line.

This engine was very big and strong. He was painted blue with red stripes, and had the number '4' painted on his tender.

"Hello Gordon," said Thomas. "Did you hear about the meeting we have to go to?"

"Only just," replied the big engine. "He tried to tell me as I was racing through Edward's station with the express. He was telling Edward about it, and as he saw me approach the station, he called out to me, trying to get the message to me. But I could barely hear him, and just raced through without stopping, and I caused his top hat to blow off his head. Edward managed to follow me, and tell me the message when I was at the next station. He also told me I was lucky that the Fat Controller managed to find his top hat."

"I guess even being the fastest engine has its disadvantages, eh Gordon?"

"Oh, no indeed, little Thomas! Being the fastest has all advantages, and no disadvantages! But you wouldn't know! Now if you'll excuse me, I must go off the meeting! I'll be there long before you will arrive."

With that, Gordon steamed out of the yard.

Thomas started to make his way out too, but he began to feel thirsty. "I'd better go to use the water tower," he thought.

As he made his way along the line leading out of the yard, he followed it up to where the nearest water tower was. But there was a great commotion there.

Two engines were already at the water tower. However, the one parked right next to the tower was a diesel engine. It was a black 08 Class shunter. He was facing the other engine (which was a steam engine), who he was stopping from using the water tower, and growling fiercely.

The other engine was blowing his whistle loudly, and wheeshing steam. This engine was a 4-6-0 tender engine. His wheels were black and his dome was brass. He had the number '5' painted on his tender. The rest of him was painted bright, shiny red.

But at this moment, the reddest part of him was his face. He continued to blow his whistle.

"Move out of the way, Diesel!" he snapped. "We have to get to the meeting, and I need to take on water."

"Why should I move for a dirty engine like you, James?" growled the diesel in an oily voice.

"Dirty?! You don't know what you're talking about! My red paint is the shiniest, splendid, beautiful colour the Island of Sodor has ever seen! It's you who's dirty, you smelly old diesel!" With that, James continued to blow his whistle loudly.

But instead of moving, Diesel just tooted his horn. "You want a competition to see who can make the loudest noise, do you? Fine! But my horn is much better than your whistle!"

"Diesel, what are you doing? You can't use the water tower. It's for steam engines," said Thomas.

"I know that!" growled Diesel "I'm just having fun, stopping you steam engines from using it. And it's such fun! Especially seeing how annoyed it makes James," he added, smirking slyly.

This made James so cross, that he puffed forward, shunted into Diesel, and pushed him back, so that he moved out of the way. James stopped when his tender was level with the water tower.

Diesel growled, but he began to reverse.

"I'll see you at the meeting," he snarled, "Which is probably going to be about the Fat Controller planning to scrap you steam engines." And laughing loudly, he reversed out of the yard.

"Ha!" snorted James. "That'll be the day! Whatever the Fat Controller would want with a smelly diesel like him, I'll never know!"

"Um, James, could you just use the water tower, so that I can use it?" asked Thomas.

So a nearby workman opened the water cap in James' tender. He inserted the water cap into James' water tank. Then he turned the handle on the water tower. Water rushed from the tower, through the pipe, and into James' tender.

After a few seconds, which was enough time for enough water to fill James' tank, the workman turned off the tap. He took the pipe out o James' tank and closed the cap.

James whistled, and he puffed away out of the yard.

Thomas then steamed forward, and stopped when he was right by the water tower. But because he was a tank engine, his water tanks were on the side of his boiler, unlike James, whose water tanks were in his tender.

The workman opened the water cap, and inserted the pipe. He turned the tap, and waited for Thomas' tank to fill up.

After a few seconds, the workman turned off the tap, took out the pipe, and closed the cap. Thomas let off steam.

"That's good," he said, "Now to go to the meeting."

He blew his whistle and puffed out of the yard.