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Christmas Eve
It was Christmas Eve on Sodor. All the engines had finished their work early that day, and had rushed home to be with their friends to celebrate the holiday. The passengers had hurried along, the coaches and trucks had behaved, and no one had gotten angry or complained about the railway to the Fat Controller. Everything was going swimmingly.
Belle and Flynn were resting in their shed by the sea. Christmas decorations had been strung up over their shed and the Search and Rescue Centre, covering the area with blinking lights of red and green. A single large Christmas tree stood near Harold's hangar, covered in lights and tinsel. The bright star sparkled upon its top, giving off a radiant glow.
Flynn smiled as he gazed upon his love. Belle had her eyes closed, resting comfortably and at apparent peace. She was dozing in the sunset, the evening light bouncing off of her paintwork and coloring her in a dull glow. As she sat on her road, Flynn saw her smile faintly – she was thinking ab
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Literature
Snowfall
Flynn, at first, was unsure as to why he had suddenly awakened from his deep sleep. He had had no bad dreams, nor had he heard Belle have any nightmares that evening. Everything was calm, still, peaceful… Winter had spread to Sodor over the past few weeks, covering the Island in a thick blanket of snow and frost.
Then, Flynn noticed Belle was not sleeping next to him like always. Confused and slightly worried, he looked outside into the night, to find her standing just outside the shed. Her steam rose gently around her as she stood in her siding, apparently doing nothing except looking out at the scenery around them. She was silent and still, standing so delicately outside. Flynn was looking at an angel in the night.
Very quietly, Flynn edged forwards to stand next to his love. As he got closer, he saw that Belle was trembling slightly. Tears were falling down her face, dropping onto her bufferbeam as she stood outside in the snow. As the snow lightly sprinkled them, Belle continu
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Literature
Belle's Fire
Belle is a large blue tank engine with a large presence. She has two water cannons that help her to fight fires, and a sharp, piercing bell that cuts through any amount of noise. She is also the biggest tank engine on Sodor, and is very present in looks and outlook. Belle is very outgoing and cheerful to everyone she meets.
But not every engine is as outgoing or present as Belle, as she found out when she tried to be friends with Toby. Toby was, truthfully, a bit frightened by her at first, but soon they found some common interests, like the birds outside Toby's shed at Arlesdale End.
Belle would stop by as often as she could, and she and Toby would listen to the birds sing sweetly in the early morning sky. The morning sun would glisten over the lake and make everything much more beautiful and breathtaking. The two engines would enjoy the sights and rest in content.
This didn't mean that Belle was becoming quieter by any means – she was still just as powerfully active as ever. She
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Literature
Fire Brigade
Flynn was returning to the Search and Rescue Centre after having fought a fire at the Dieselworks. The day had been long, and he wanted to rest. He hoped Belle would be there; he could talk to her about the day's events.
Belle was sitting in a corner of the shed, looking morose and miserable. Flynn was very surprised – normally during the day Belle would be chipper and cheerful, strong and outgoing. To see her like this worried him deeply.
"Belle? Are you all right?" he asked as he approached her
"Of course, Flynn!" Belle had quickly posted a large, broad smile upon her face which Flynn could tell was false. Her eyes seemed a bit too bright to be truly content and cheerful.
"What's wrong, Belle? Did something happen?"
"Haven't any idea what you mean, Flynn!" Belle sang with forced cheeriness, still trying to fool Flynn.
"Was it another memory attack again?" Flynn pressed, concerned. "I know those can be difficult for you."
Belle had by now dropped her charade. "I'm FINE, Flynn, no
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Literature
Blossoming Belle
Flynn was dozing in his shed at the Search and Rescue Centre. He had been on call that afternoon, responding to a particularly bad fire at the coaling yards. Some boys had left a smouldering cigarette behind, which had promptly set off a nasty fire. The Fat Controller had never been so upset.
Now, Flynn was back at home resting. Belle had arrived later, and the two had chatted briefly before turning in for the night. Flynn had enjoyed that chat… he enjoyed her company… he enjoyed her…
There was no doubt that Flynn was in love with Belle. After letting it slip during a bad fire at Arlesdale End, he had let the subject drop. Belle had told him that, in time, they could be… but she was not ready at that time, and Flynn had not pursued it any further. He had simply resumed his patient waiting, in the hope that one day Belle would see him as he saw her.
Belle began to groan softly in her sleep. Flynn was upset – there was another reason he cared so much about Belle.
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Literature
Broken Belle
Flynn was dozing in a siding just near the Search and Rescue Centre – he had been out on an emergency call at Farmer Trotter's pig farm earlier and was taking the opportunity to rest before another call came in. It was very quiet and peaceful; the sun was slowly dipping under the sea and the air was still with peace.
Then he heard a sound coming from a distance, approaching at a rapid pace. Grunting slightly, he opened one eye to see what was coming. What he saw made him awaken fully, his heart sinking at a tremendous rate.
Belle was charging into the Search and Rescue Centre, her eyes streaked with tears. Wailing with deep sorrow, she fled into the shed and sobbed openly, her cries echoing over the once-calm landscape. With meaningful looks from Rocky and Butch, Flynn carefully made his way inside, afraid of what she might do in her state.
Belle's face was red with a mixture of embarrassment, shame, and angst. Her eyes were red and leaking a steady stream of tears, which beat dow
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Sunrise
Flynn the Fire Engine was, as usual, the first to awaken at the Search and Rescue Centre in the morning. The sunrise crested gently overtop of the Sudrian hills and mountains, bathing the small shed just off of the Search and Rescue Centre in a warm glow. Everything was utterly calm, still, peaceful – all was well and perfect.
Next to him, Belle was still sleeping peacefully and contentedly. Flynn watched his love with a small smile upon his face. Belle was big and brash, and most certainly not afraid to speak her mind on things – she was even getting much more confident in her romantic life, something that she had been lacking until she found Flynn.
For a moment, Flynn simply watched Belle sleep blissfully on, unaware of the intense love that was surrounding her… or perhaps she was. Carefully, Flynn crept out of the shed, and was turned around on the turntable outside so that he could face Belle on her road.
Belle's face was pure and innocent, completely at peace as she
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Literature
Home
It was later in the day. Flynn had been busy working on a special surprise for Belle all day, and well into the past week. It had not been easy to keep from her, but he was sure she would love it… he hoped. It was fortunate that she had been called out on a rescue mission, while he was still at the Search and Rescue Centre on call.
After a moment, he heard her familiar bell ringing loud and proud through the air. Belle puffed into the Search and Rescue Centre, pleased with her most recent success. Flynn couldn't help but admire her stunning looks, even at this point in the day. Even though Belle's Prussian blue paintwork was in need of a wash and her copper and brass was in need of a polish, she still looked beautiful to him. Perhaps that was something about love; he saw Belle for herself, not for her appearance.
"Hello, Belle. How was the rescue?"
"Easy," she breezed, "it was only a slight derailment of an engine's tender – not mentioning names, of course," she went on, "but
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Literature
Illness
Flynn hacked and wheezed pathetically, groaning as he rested in his shed. The diesels had all received a bad batch of fuel the other day, and had been 'poisoned' by the tainted mixture. All of the steam engines had had to cover for their failed diesel friends, while they had their tanks cleaned out and new fuel brought in – none of the engines particularly enjoyed covering for Diesel 10!
Butch and Flynn, who each used a diesel motor, also fell ill from the bad fuel. This resulted in a desperate situation for the Search and Rescue Centre. Sodor could stand to lose their Heavy Recovery Vehicle for a few days, but Flynn was essential as a fire engine. The fire brigade were pushed to come in and assist on their own as best as they could, and when it became clear that Flynn was not going to recover immediately another fire engine had been brought over from the mainland to help.
Belle was especially worried about Flynn. It had scared her when Flynn had arrived back at home the first eve
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Literature
Washing
Belle had returned to her shed after a heavy rescue operation at the Smelters. Her paintwork was dirty from the dust and heavy metals in the facilities, but she was proud of herself nevertheless.
"Not many of us can say they've moved two failed diesels in one go, can they?" Belle bragged. "It's hard enough to move even one!"
"Well done, Belle," Flynn said to her. "You are a strong engine. Now all you need is a cleaning – you're all dirty from the Smelters. No engine ever stays clean for long when they go somewhere like that."
Belle blushed very slightly; she was loud and outgoing but was also sensitive about her appearance. "No problem. I'll go to the washing works right away."
"But you can't," called Flynn. "The washing works is down for maintenance – I brought in the equipment to repair it. It won't be online until tomorrow at least."
Suddenly, there was a sharp clang of metal, followed by a cry of frustration coming from the washing works at the Search and Rescue Centre, d
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Literature
Nightmare
At first, Flynn could not figure out why he had woken up so early in the morning. The sky had not even begun to light with the first rays of sunrise, and the air was still cool with the night. The Flying Kipper was still in motion – Flynn could dimly make out its headcode as it moved past the Search and Rescue Centre into the night. Something was wrong.
Then, after looking around for any sign of an emergency alarm, he focused in upon the engine next to him. Belle was still asleep, but her face was contorted into a look of upset and pain. Her dream was obviously not pleasant… Flynn knew what that meant. It was not, after all, the first time that Belle had had such dreams, and it would certainly never be the last.
Belle whimpered very softly as she shook slightly; the sight made Flynn's heart ache. He knew what Belle was dreaming of. It was not often that she had these dreams, but they still came every once in a while, and they always hit hard and unexpectedly. Flynn knew what
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Literature
Injury
Belle was gritting her teeth in pain. She had been on a rescue operation at Brendam, helping Salty back to the rails. As the old diesel was being pulled back, a coupling holding them together snapped, resulting in Belle being flung across the docks and into a set of buffers. The result was that her rear bufferbeam had bent out of shape, which necessitated a trip to the Steamworks.
As Belle's injuries were not overly severe, Victor had asked her to wait outside in the sidings while he worked to clear space for her in the Steamworks. It was such a beautiful day, that Belle had not minded in the least. Now, however, she was noticing how much it hurt for the first time since it had happened. The slightest sensation upon her rear buffers was enough to make her wince.
With a jolt, she realized that she would probably not be able to return home at this rate – Flynn would be worried about where she had gone to. She loved Flynn, and was humbled by how much he really cared for her – he
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Distraction
Belle and Flynn were incredibly busy. Flynn was to be working on Misty Island for a training session, while Belle seemed to be flooded with rescue calls and emergencies that needed to be addressed. The day had begun very early in the morning for both of them; Belle had been out on a rescue operation before Flynn had even woken up that morning.
It was nearly noon – Belle puffed carefully through the Misty Island tunnel on her way to another rescue. Ferdinand had gotten too eager in shunting, and had managed to damage his connecting rods. Now he needed spares dispatched to him in a hurry.
As Belle rolled near the Hollow Tree Tunnel when she arrived, she saw Flynn practicing his firefighting techniques. With lightning speed and precision, he aimed and fired heavy jets of water at small targets placed around him. He was powerful and precise, never missing a single target.
Until he heard Belle whisper softly to him: "You're SO brave, my Fiery Flynn."
With a jump, Flynn misfired; a powe
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Tenderness
Belle and Flynn were resting comfortably in their shed. It had been a very long and busy day, and the two were enjoying the beautiful sunset. A bird sang in a nearby tree, as the ocean gently lapped at the sandy Sudrian shores.
"…Belle?" Flynn murmured to her.
"Yes, Flynn?"
"I… I love you, Belle."
"I love you too, Flynn." Belle smiled gently at him from her road. "You said that just a few minutes ago."
"I know. I just love to say it. I love you, Belle. You're my one and only."
Belle smiled still further, though her bottom lip began to tremble ominously. "Flynn… don't make me cry… you know I don't like to cry…"
"But Belle, you've made me cry before."
"Not as much as me. I don't like to cry, Flynn – I'm a strong engine. I shouldn't cry over things like this."
Flynn looked at Belle with absolute love in his eyes. "Yes, Belle. You are a strong engine. You're brave and helpful. You're my best friend and my love."
"Flynn… p-please…"
"That doesn't mean
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Literature
Argument
Belle and Flynn were chatting quietly in their shed by the sea. It had been a long day, with both of them being called out to a rescue operation on the main line – James' fuel tankers had derailed after their brakes had come on and broken, and both of them had to help clear up the mess. They had impressed upon James the seriousness of the incident, and how he could have prevented it by taking proper precautions.
"Bother that James not taking care!" Belle huffed. "He should have checked the brakes properly."
"Maybe he just needed continuous brakes," Flynn suggested. "I've heard good things about them from the Mainland."
"So have I, but I don't think they would do the job here. We need better care and attention from our engines, not continuous braking nonsense."
"That's why you disagreed with me when I told James about it – you don't like continuous brakes much. That was no reason to argue like that, though."
Belle shot Flynn a glare. "Beg pardon, Flynn? It's not about whether
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Green
Belle was watching Molly talk to Flynn as she waited with her passengers. Molly had been spending more and more time talking with Flynn as she worked the line with her stopping passenger train, and Flynn had been talking with her a lot as well – when he was not out on call, of course.
Belle liked Molly – she seemed to be a nice engine. A bit reserved, perhaps, but overall friendly and sweet, if one took the time to get to know her. The two had been friends for a while, and got along well. Unfortunately, Belle did not like how much attention Molly seemed to be paying to her Flynn these days.
In the evenings, Flynn would usually talk about his day, but he would also chat about how he and Molly had discussed certain topics – anything from the weather to the state of the Other Railway. Belle was feeling left out of the picture, and felt slightly upset by this.
It was good that they had friends apart from each other, of course, but Belle would never have paid Toby or Thomas t
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