Note: Thanks to everyone for the kind reviews, and for the spelling correction. I had no idea the Furby would be so popular. Maybe he should get his own series. :)
I have set up my new living quarters on the surface, and I find them aesthetically pleasing. I have more privacy and space than I did on the base, and I am grateful to O'Neill for his persistence. He was adamant that I be allowed to live as the Tau'ri live.
Despite having good relations with most of my neighbors, I do not believe I have learned how to "blend in." DanielJackson informs me that it is a Tau'ri custom to ignore the misdeeds of those around them. O'Neill wishes me to cease assisting those in need, but I do not believe I can follow his instructions. I do not understand why he would want me to allow innocents to be harmed.
I have acquired another plant, a fern. It is not doing well. DanielJackson has suggested I speak to it. That technique was ineffective with my last plant, so I will not repeat it.
I have found the ideal spot for my Furby. In the closet. In the back. Beneath several old blankets. I originally had it set next to the fern, but it made me uncomfortable. I cannot explain why. I believe it was staring at me. I am aware that I am being unnecessarily paranoid. I have learned that the…thing…was designed as a toy for Tau'ri youth. I must question the motives of someone who would design such a creature for use by defenseless children.
I believe I have made a friend. Krista James lives on my floor, and she is appreciative of my many visits to her apartment to work on her plumbing.
Tonight I intervened in an argument between Krista and her boyfriend. I do not like him. He seems violent and unstable, and I believe Krista fears him. My actions may invoke O'Neill's ire, but I shall be forced to intervene physically should it become necessary. In addition to valuing her friendship, I find her cookies quite tasty.
I have been training Krista in Lok'nel, and she is progressing well. I believe she would progress even more rapidly if she did not have such poor confidence in her own abilities. Today she informed me that she wishes to cease training. I observed bruises on her wrist. It was not difficult to determine how she obtained them. I told Doug that I would kill him should it happen again. O'Neill would not be pleased, but I do not regret my words. Any man who would abuse his mate is not worthy of having one.
The situation has grown more complicated. Krista's boyfriend is dead, and the police believe I am responsible. I do not mourn his death, but I did not cause it. Colonel Carter told me she is looking for a solution to my difficulties. I am confident my friends will not allow me to suffer for a crime I did not commit.
Events have been resolved to my satisfaction, although I am uncertain what will transpire next. The Trust, a group of rogue ex-NID agents, abducted Krista and used my predicament to force DanielJackson to translate writing of the Ancients into Goa'uld. Their plan is unclear, but I am certain we will see them again. I can only hope DanielJackson's act of compassion will not have dire consequences.
I am living on the base again. Perhaps someday I will try living among the Ta'uri, but for the moment I am content here. It is less stressful. I regret that I have been forced to sever contact with the friends I have made, but I understand why it is necessary. My greatest regret is that I must once again find a place for my Furby.
I have been betrayed. I did not think I would see the day I was betrayed by my own son. He intends to marry, and he did not ask for my blessing. I do not know this woman, but it does not matter. Marriage will only bring him pain when he must choose between his duty and his heart's desire. But he will not learn from my experiences. My hand shakes. I am too angry to continue.
The last few days have been intense. Ishta nearly died, and Moloc is dead. It is as I feared. Baal has assumed control of Moloc's territory, and nothing has changed for the Jaffa. Now Ishta believes me. Still, she and her people are safe, and my son is married. He is no longer a child, and I must accept that he will make his own decisions. I am still anxious about his path, but I hope with all that I am that he will find happiness. I hope that he will not have to make the kinds of choices I have been forced to make.
Master Bra'tac agrees with me that guacamole is indeed a warrior's food. I have given him some to take home with him.
I have also found a solution to my Furby dilemma. The wedding ceremony required the slaughter of a goat, which O'Neill would not allow. I offered up my Furby as a sacrifice. The solution was not satisfactory to all participants, but it was deemed acceptable. I was concerned that O'Neill would be offended, but he seemed grateful that there would be no ritual slaughter of a live animal.
