It's hard, you know?
Being the baby. Having four guys older than you who rip you a new one daily. You have to grow up fast. You're always competing. There's no time to sit and play- someone always comes along and messes things up. I remember times when I stood and yelled at Gordon because he broke my toys and thought it was funny, but everyone else thought it was funny too. Because Gordon was funny. Gordon IS funny. I mean I love him and I know he's funny but back then it really pissed me off.
When I was a kid, Scott was SO OLD he was like an adult already. But a cool one. One that would play with me. He carried me around, bouncing me, playing airplanes. Scott is outgoing AND thoughtful. He's the best.
Virgil was more calm. He helped me with my colouring and my homework. I didn't appreciate it then, but being good at art AND math is rare. And that's Virgil- a one-off.
John taught me more than I even needed to know about space and the universe. Damn that guy can talk when he wants to! He's so focused. He sees things through. I know he and I rotate our satellite duties but I know deep down that Dad prefers it when John's in charge of TB5.
Gordon broke my toys but now he's my partner in crime. What can I say about Gordon except I love him and want to kill him in equal measure. He's my main man.
Where does this leave Tin-Tin?
I grew up with her. She was a nerdy kid- pretty and all that, her nose stuck in books. Since my brothers were always annoying me I tried to be her friend, but she didn't even seem to know I was there. Times have changed of course, we've grown closer, but she's still as enigmatic as ever. I don't think I'll ever really know who Tin-Tin is.
I'm not a baby anymore, but to them I'm still THE baby. I play off it when I'm in the mood but really, all I want is for them to see me as an important cog in the wheel. I don't want to be the last choice. I don't want pity and I damn well don't want to be patronised.
I love my brothers. I love being a part of International Rescue.
I just hate being the baby.