[private]this bloody mess
What a mess. I was told a school had blown up, and the tv in the breakroom confirmed it. It was the same school Sarah Jane mentioned being at. Why am I not surprised?
I mishandled a lot in this situation, but I can't bring myself to care right now. I called her. 56 times. Her phone wasn't receiving apparently. Ran into Quatre who teleported me down there. I can tell you I was rather frantic and this John Smith chappie didn't help.
I'm wondering if he was really Torchwood or if it was a piece of psychic paper I was seeing. He's been known to use the alias John Smith..but if it was him I would have hoped, thought that he would have at least given me some sign of it being him. Instead of flirting like mad with Quatre.
I don't believe he would though. She said he'd been here, not a few hours ago. He came to see her. Her, not me. K9 is working again, functional, not rusty. He seems to be more alert and his programming has definitely changed, I have no clue what got into him, threatening Quatre like that...then again, I don't know a lot about Quatre either.
Walking away from her was the hardest thing I've done in a long time. A very long time. But if K9 tagged Quatre as a threat, and that ended up in a confrontation..well, either Sarah Jane would end up investigating, ro someone was going to get hurt. Besides, even if she does go off with him again...well, I just want her to be safe.
I just wish she'd told me. How much effort would it have taken to have called me? to have let me know? I would have liked seeing him, if only to see her off. Now I'm not sure I'll get the chance. I told her I'd see her at her flat. Not sure if that will be she goes or after. If she'll ever come back. I just hope he keeps her safe.
I guess I should start considering going out and getting myself a life. A real one. Not just a job. But right now that's the last thing I want. What I want right now is that bottle of red that's eyeing me from the wine rack. And maybe its cousin too.
I mishandled a lot in this situation, but I can't bring myself to care right now. I called her. 56 times. Her phone wasn't receiving apparently. Ran into Quatre who teleported me down there. I can tell you I was rather frantic and this John Smith chappie didn't help.
I'm wondering if he was really Torchwood or if it was a piece of psychic paper I was seeing. He's been known to use the alias John Smith..but if it was him I would have hoped, thought that he would have at least given me some sign of it being him. Instead of flirting like mad with Quatre.
I don't believe he would though. She said he'd been here, not a few hours ago. He came to see her. Her, not me. K9 is working again, functional, not rusty. He seems to be more alert and his programming has definitely changed, I have no clue what got into him, threatening Quatre like that...then again, I don't know a lot about Quatre either.
Walking away from her was the hardest thing I've done in a long time. A very long time. But if K9 tagged Quatre as a threat, and that ended up in a confrontation..well, either Sarah Jane would end up investigating, ro someone was going to get hurt. Besides, even if she does go off with him again...well, I just want her to be safe.
I just wish she'd told me. How much effort would it have taken to have called me? to have let me know? I would have liked seeing him, if only to see her off. Now I'm not sure I'll get the chance. I told her I'd see her at her flat. Not sure if that will be she goes or after. If she'll ever come back. I just hope he keeps her safe.
I guess I should start considering going out and getting myself a life. A real one. Not just a job. But right now that's the last thing I want. What I want right now is that bottle of red that's eyeing me from the wine rack. And maybe its cousin too.