FanFic:Saving Sodor Part 13: Journey to the Mountains

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Saving Sodor Part 13: Thomas Journey to the Mountains

Characters: (in order of appearance)

• Thomas
• Percy
• James
• Diesel 10
• Bertie
• Trevor
• Lady

Chapter Thirteen

Thomas, Percy and James, all coupled together, left Croven's Gate behind.

"So which is the best way to the mountains?" asked Percy.

"We need to first go through Edward's station," explained Thomas. "Then we need to go through the country side. And then, we'll come to the rocky track which leads to the top of the mountains."

"I just hope we survive this," sighed James.

They came to a junction, which was set to go through Edward's station. They crossed the junction and made their why along the line.

The line ran past a goods yard. As they were about to pass the goods yard, Thomas suddenly stopped. Percy and James bumped into each other.

"What the-?" James began angrily, but was silenced by a "Shhh!" from Thomas. James and Percy looked towards the goods yard - only just being able to see being coupled behind another engine - to see why Thomas had stopped - and they shuddered in fear.

There was Diesel 10, in front of a small brick engine shed, facing it, thinking there was a steam engine inside, which there was.

"Is there a little puffball inside?!" he bellowed.

"I-I-It's D-Diesel 10!" Percy squeaked quietly.

"I know you're in there!" Diesel 10 called into the shed. There wasn't actually an engine inside, but he thought there was one, hiding.

"If we move, he'll hear us puffing, and while destroy us," shivered James.

The three steams watched as the evil diesel raised his claw.

"If you don't come out by the time I count to three, I will destroy this shed, then you!"

"Quick," Thomas whispered quickly. "When the shed breaks up, we'll rush away."

"One…"

"The sound of the crashing will drown out our puffing."

"Two…"

"Will that work?" asked Percy nervously.

"Three!"

Without warning, Diesel 10 plunged his claw into the brickwork of the shed. There was a loud crunching sound as the bricks disintegrated.

While the sound of the bricks being destroyed was heard around the goods yard, Thomas, Percy and James quickly puffed past the goods yard as fast as their wheels could carry them, the sound of their puffing drowned out by the sound of the crashing.

Once they were away from the goods yard, they all let out a huge sigh of relief.

"Well, Percy, that did work after all," chuckled James.

"And a good thing too," Thomas added. "Come on. There's a level crossing ahead."

As the engines came up to the crossing, Thomas was about to cross it, when he stopped suddenly again, and gasped.

A dark green flatbed lorry was parked by the crossing, waiting for the engines to go by. On the back of the flatbed lorry, much to Thomas' shock, was Bertie.

But he didn't look like Bertie. His bright red paint had been badly scratched all over, and his windows had all been smashed.

"Bertie!" Thomas gasped. "What happened to you?"

Bertie sadly told Thomas about what happened when Diesel 10 hit him at the other level crossing. "So I'm taken to be repaired. Where are you three going?"

"We're going to the mountains," exclaimed Percy. "Thomas says he knows-"

But Percy was then cut short but a loud honking noise. The driver of the flatbed lorry was tooting his horn and shaking his fist.

"Come on! Get a move on, you engines! You're causing a hold up!"

"Oops! Sorry Bertie. "We've got to go. Goodbye. Hope you'll be better soon," said Thomas. Then he, Percy and James went on their way.

They went through Edward's station, and into the open countryside. The line ran by a lot of trees leading into the woods.

For a while, the engines ran smoothly, not saying anything. Then, suddenly, Thomas cried out; there was a tree fallen on the line ahead! He slammed on his breaks just in time.

"Oh, what's the matter now?!" complained James sulkily.

"There's a tree on the line," replied Thomas. "We can't go any further."

"Not if I can help it," called a voice. The engines were surprised, and then they heard a chuffing sound, then a whistle. Then, they noticed Trevor, puffing along by the side of them. He stopped by the fallen tree. Some workmen walked up to him.

"I'll move this tree easily," he smiled at them. The engines smiled too.

The workmen fastened a strong chain, one end onto the back of Trevor, and the other around the tree. "All right, Trevor," one said. "Take it away,"

With two toots on his whistle, Trevor slowly started to haul the tree off the line. The tree was very heavy, and Trevor couldn't go very fast. So hauling the tree took a while, but at last, he finally managed to haul the tree of the line.

"Thank you, Trevor," smiled Percy. Then the three engines whistled, and went on their way.

After travelling for about six miles, the engines approached a signal box and a junction. As they came to the junction, Thomas stopped yet again. But this time, he saw something which was a good sign to him.

The line was set to go straight ahead and further into the countryside. However, the other line led to a rocky and bumpy line which led up to the top of the mountains.

"We're nearly there," exclaimed Thomas. "We just need to go up that mountain." He whistled out, and then the signalman working in the signal box came out and stood at the top o the steps leading to the door.

"Please, Sir," said Thomas, "Could you switch the points so we can go up the mountain."

The signalman nodded, but was concerned. "That track hasn't been used for years. Be very careful. You could easily derail, and ending up rolling down the side of the mountain."

"We'll be fine," replied Thomas confidently, though James and Percy felt a little uncomfortable at the signalman's warning.

The signalman went back inside, and shortly, the points were switched, leading to the mountains.

"Come on," whistled Thomas, and together, three engines puffed along the track, and slowly puffed along the rocky line leading to the mountains.

For a while, they puffed along without problems, but then they were shaken about. Then, they sound the sloping line steeper than they thought. James and Percy slipped backwards, and Thomas felt the weight of the two engines on his coupling.

"Come…on…" he wheezed, pulling the engines up the slope. But they were a lot heavier to pull than trucks and coaches. Thomas tried hard, but was losing steam. "We…can't…do…it…" he puffed wearily.

"Yes we can!" Percy shouted, and he pushed Thomas forward, and pulled James. "We have to save Sodor!"

Percy continued to push Thomas and pull James up the steep track. Both Thomas and James were impressed. "Well done, Percy!" Thomas praised. "You're doing it. I can just see the top!"

But then, Percy started to slow down. He was too tired to push Thomas and pull James up the track. "I…can't…do…it…" he panted. "Too…heavy…" Then, slowly, the three engines started to slowly roll down the track.

This annoyed James. He had come this far on a bad journey to save Sodor. He was this close to finishing it. They couldn't stop now. "Oh, do I have to do everything for you?" He yelled angrily, then suddenly charge forward, pushing Thomas and Percy up the mountain. James pushed as hard as he could, nearly busting his boiler, until and last, first Thomas, then Percy, and him last, made it to the flat surface of the top of the mountain.

"Well done, James!" Percy cried happily. "We made it."

James was far too tired to answer, but he smiled.

Then, the three engines suddenly hear a voice speak.

"Hello, Thomas."

James and Percy were puzzled, but Thomas, in hope, looked ahead – and there he saw who he had come for.

A little in front was them was a small tank engine, facing him and smiling at him. She was painted a purple-red colour, with her smokebox, dome, buffers headlamps and the top of her funnel in gold.

On each of her sides, written in gold, was the name 'Lady'.