A/N-I don't know why I've gone so angsty recently. I really enjoyed writing this though, so I hope you enjoy it. Please review!!!
He killed her. He killed her in cold blood and didn't apologise. But it was entirely my fault. I should have let her go, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. When I saw those machines cutting into her at Canary Wharf, I promised myself I would do anything to make her better. To save her. But I just couldn't.
I tried, oh, believe me I tried. There were days and days of scavenging, hunting in the rubble to gaze upon the tiny pieces of metalwork that would save something as invaluable as life. Not just anybody's life, a special life. Her life. Lisa. I ended up stealing. If I got any lover I would be on the streets. The parts were hard to find, but I did it. I fixed the machines, and adapted them to run on mains electricity. After a few weeks, the bills were crippling my saving account. I just couldn't do it, but I couldn't let her go, not in a million years.
We both worked so hard to keep her alive. She had to be under heavy sedation most of the time, only conscious for a few hours a day. Those few hours were what kept me fighting. I'm not proud of what I did to keep her alive. I ended up selling myself. The one thing that I promised myself I would never do, ever. But I did it for her. And it was worth it.
Her condition was deteriorating every day. More and more machines were needed, more and more medication. Bills kept on mounting up. Money needed that I didn't have, and I couldn't earn anymore. Even a gigolo of the highest status had a cap price to their charge. So I did the one thing that I could. I found Torchwood.
My plan was perfect in every way. Using technology I scavenged from the ruins, I hacked into their computer systems. It was simple. They never knew it, but I'm better than anyone, even Tosh. I hijacked their CCTV, and waited. I played the game. I knew he would leave eventually, so I was there when he did, with the deal sealer. No one is immune to my coffee. And it worked. That pterodactyl was placed by me. I shamed myself even more by playing on his emotions. I was the lowest of the low, lower than the criminals and the murderers. But she was worth it.
So I got hired. I let it settle, let the mind numbingly boring routine fade me into inexistence. Get in. Coffee. Take the coats. Archives. Coffee. More coffee. Filing. Home. Repeat until insane.
But then a miracle happened. They were all called out, and they left me here to babysit. As if the Hub needs babysitting. I knew as well as they did that every single one of the Hub's systems could be operated by any of their mobiles. They just didn't trust me, and I don't blame them.
That's when I moved her in. It was a nightmare, moving the machinery which wasn't needed for life support, and then moving life support and Lisa in one go. I only just made it; I got the alarm of the SUV approaching when we were just set up. So I kissed her forehead and went to start the coffee. No one noticed a thing. They were so blind.
But then I got wind of Dr. Tanizaki, and I had to contact him. I hadn't worked this hard to keep you alive to not try my only hope of saving you. But then it all went wrong, and you know the rest.
The hatred is eating away at me, but there's no way of forgiving him. I gave everything to keep Lisa alive, and he killed her within a couple of hours of finding out about her. But I will have my revenge. When he is at his weakest, when it matters the most, that's when I'll hurt him. I'll hurt him more than anyone has ever hurt anyone. As they say, revenge is a dish best served cold.