TGR but There's a Roleswap (2x5)

Chapter 2 - An Engine Like That

Word Count: 419

Soon, James was in Tidmouth Yard, shunting around in frustration, having realized that he left behind his goods train at Brendam Docks.

As he worked around, hoping that the red tender engine had left Brendam by now, Emily rolled into the yard. "What's up with you?" she asked.

"Nothing!" James snapped. "Absolutely nothing."

"Well, it doesn't sound like nothing," huffed Emily. "Come on, fess up."

James grumbled before coherently replying, "Some Scottish engine nearly bumped me into the ocean."

"A Scottish engine? Do you mean one of the Scottish twins? Or Duck?"

"No, no, no! A ship of foreign engines arrived, thinking that the railway show was on here instead of the Mainland! One of them bumped into me and I nearly got knocked into the ocean."

"Oh my! But why?"

"I don't know! He was probably jealous, that red copycat!"

"Red co- Oh!" Emily began to laugh. "Ohoho, you're jealous!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!" She allowed her laughter to subside for a bit. "Who saved you anyways? Salty and Porter aren't strong enough to pull you back on the rails."

James let out a huff, heavy enough to wheesh steam. "He did."

"Oh?" Emily pondered for a moment. "Huh. Maybe it was an accident."

"I doubt it!"

"Well, did he apologize?"

"Yeah, but-"

"Then it was probably an accident, Jimmy. You're fretting over nothing."

"You wouldn't understand!"

As the two began to bicker, Philip quickly strolled by, having eavesdropped on the conversation. "If you want my advice, James," he piped up, "I wouldn't pay so much attention to an engine like that!"

Emily and James went quiet. For once, James was interested in what the little diesel boxcab had to say, despite the number of times the diesel boxcab annoyed him to the ends of the Earth.

"Engines like that aren't worth your time! He could've very much lied to you when he apologized."

The two tender engines pondered for a moment as Philip left.

After a few moments of silence, James huffed. "I need to get ready for my passenger trains."

"Don't you have a goods train to pull?" asked Emily.

"I… forgot about it."

"Hm, well. I can pull it for you so you don't run late with the Honeypot."

"Really?"

"Of course! Where does it need to be taken to?"

"Vicarstown."

"Got it. I'll see you later, James!" With two whistles and a wheesh from her brakes, Emily set off.

"See you later!" he exclaimed before rushing off to find the Honeypot coaches.