Word Count - 258
Rating - G
I want to prove myself this year, because I know what the rest of the team thinks of me, every one of them. I’m just the tea boy, the dogsbody to do all the dirty and menial tasks that nobody else wants to and I suppose it’s okay to let them think that really, easier at least, it just isn’t true. I’ve worked for Torchwood longer than Gwen or Owen, but theyb get listened to more than I ever do. I was there when the Battle started, in the thick of it as the world was almost destroyed by the daleks and cybermen, but I survived. I’m sure Owen would argue that’s because the cybermen wouldn’t even bother converting someone as unimportant as myself, but he’d be wrong. I survived because I knew what I was doing, I got Lisa out and I almost saved her, only it turned out she wasn’t Lisa anymore, so I have to make up for that too. For almost killing the entire team because I loved her so much, so much I couldn’t see that she wasn’t even her that she was a cyberman, intent on one thing only, upgrading the world.
They don’t really trust me anymore I don’t think, and as you can see I’ve given them reason not too, and if I ever tell them the truth, show them what I can really do, I don’t think it’ll be any better, but at least I’ll get a little respect finally, and that has to count for something doesn’t it?