1Sorry the little star things didn't work on the last chappie, but I've come up with something that should hopefully work. I still don't own Stargate, although I now have 50 cents saved up.
This chapter is dedicated to Livy1213. Thank you so much!
STARGATE RULES BUT YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO READ THIS!
To myself:
Don't anyone else dare read this. Because if you do, I will kill you. And I'm really pissed of right about now so I wouldn't press your luck if I were you.
It's been a over week since I wrote. More than a week of eating foul-tasting Jell-O, IV fluids and unexplained mysteries I ignored.
Mysteries like"Why am I still here?"
Mysteries like "Why do I always think more clearly right before Dr. Carson injects something into my IV?"
The only reason I'm even able to think straight enough if the fact that Dr. Carson switch me onto pills two days ago, exactly one week after my arrival. I hate pills, so I only swallowed one of them , figuring that if the pain was that bad I would simply take the other one later. It was easy, since Dr. Carson didn't watch. Big mistake on his part.
I woke up late that night. Col. German, or whatever his name really is, was having a conversation about me with Dr. Carson.
"...she seems perfectly fine, Major. I put her on pill today, and I plan on starting her some soup tomorrow." Dr. Carson reported, semi-cheerfully.
"Okay that's good I guess." muttered the colonel/major.
There was a silence for a moment or two, before Dr. Carson prodded at him. "Go on..."
"It's a rock and a hard place you know. She doesn't seem to be a spy or a wraith in disguise, but she still could be. And if she's not, what am I supposed to say? 'Hey Levine, guess what? You're trapped in the Pegasus Galaxy with no way of getting home, and also guess what? There a large population of vampire-aliens who seem to be hell-bent on destroying us. Oh yeah, and I'm not sure if you ever heard of a TV show called Stargate, but guess what? It's real!"
There was a moment's silence in which German breathed heavily, Dr. Carson contemplated, and I tried very, very hard not to scream. If what I understood was correct, and I'm pretty sure it was, the major/colonel just said that I was on Stargate Atlantis. Which is impossible. Cool, weird, and very disturbing, but impossible.
"Well, I suppose that will be a problem." Dr. Carson admitted finally after nearly a full minute's silence. "But, I donea think you should tell her in quiet that manner."
"Yeah, I know doc. This has been really weird though." There was a pause before he frowned slightly. "You sure she's out?"
"Yes major, she's unconscious. She took enough morphine to keep that way for another eight hours or s-s-so." Dr. Carson answered, stifling a yawn.
"Alright, I'll check in then." the major/colonel/ military person said. "Night."
"Goodnight, major." answered Dr. Carson.
I spent the next hour convincing myself that I had just imagined it, before falling in an uneasy sleep. An hour after I woke up, most of the morphine was completely flushed from my system. And I've begun to notice some things that are just weird. The clock, for example, has fifteen numbers instead of the status-quo twelve. The calendar Dr. Carson has hanging up by the door is turned to October. I don't ache at all. Dr. McWeir comes in frequently with burned hands, even though just the day, or even, in one case, the hour, before he was in with the same problem. Every time, he leaves with his hands in ointment, and then he come back without any ointment on them, but numerous, and new, burn marks, along with literally hundreds of things that don't add. Or wouldn't if we were still on earth.
But I was still utterly convinced that this was not Atlantis. I mean, how could it be. I came of all sorts of theories, everything from my parents winning the lottery, not telling me, and then using this to try and break my Stargate obsession to being kidnaped and put under stress to see how long it was before I would succumb to insanity to some sort of postmortem hallucination. Obviously, they all seemed just as unlikely as the improbability that I was somehow sucked into Stargate. Not knowing was driving me crazy. So I asked a question. A simple little question. Every third grader in my old elementary school could have answered it. Anyone who grew up in either Canada or the Northern United States probably could. And certainly anyone in Michigan could.
The infirmary has a pretty nice view of a very, very big body of water. Hence, the question I asked to Dr. Carson was. "Which Great Lake is that? Lake Ontario?"
His answer: "Yeah, I think so."
Michigan touches four of the Great Lakes. Ontario isn't one of them.
So that leaves either me being insane or me being on Atlantis, or me being in some sort of weird mental testing place. Not really much of a choice when you think about it. Or maybe Dr. Carson really has no idea, or wasn't really paying attention at all, and I'm just being weirdly paranoid/hopeful. Which is kind of odd when you think about it, because I've never even seen the fist few episodes of Atlantis.
At any rate, I doubt that anyone is going to tell me anything helpful, and I don't deal well with suspense. I never have. So instead I'm just going to have find out for myself.
Of course, I'm going to need a plan first. And I'll have to re-learn how to walk, my legs feel like they've been asleep forever. And I'm going to have to be careful. And I can't let anyone know what I know/guess/hope.
But first, I think I'll have some of this soup. I normally loathe soup, but after eating Jell-O for a week, anything solid tastes good.
-Emako Levine
QUICK AUTHORS NOTES
Thanks to LostMyPen for reviewing 'Hero Complex'. I'm very flattered that you liked it.
Thanks to Phoenix Lumen for reviewing the first chapter of this story. You wish is my command.
And a very, very special thanks to Livy1213 who reviewed both. Sorry about the grammar, it's my worst subject next to spelling. Emako is female. It's a Japanese name, and "O" is normally at the end of a girl's name in that country. Sorry about the spoilers, I re-load that chapter with spoiler warnings.
I'd also like to apologize in advance for this chapter. It's probably total crap, but to make the story work. I hope to keep writing this stuff for as long as they keep airing the shows.
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