Journal of the Genius's Daughter
Stargate Atlantis
By Teenangel
Summary: The words of a certain scientist's daughter about her life on Atlantis.
Note: This is assuming they're never able to contact Earth. Don't expect a concrete plot or explanations; this is a journal so the character wouldn't assume she'd have to put in the duh stuff. Being that I am not a doctor or a medical persons or a mechanic some things may be incorrect, forgive me.
I only mention the year once, unless it changes.
Disclaimer: Me poor college student using time poorly, me broke ug. Don't due me, waste of time.
August 8th 07:20
I screwed up my inner clock, so now I'm awake and no one else is. Except, Beckett out on his morning walk, but it's common knowledge not to bother him until nine, after he's done having his "profound revelations". He's three years my junior ,but it's easy to forget that. He's got the heart of a wise old Scottish elder. The kind that sit at a one thousand year old pub and spout uncommon sense.
Shemp and I got grounded last week, for putting a lizard in Carson's medical coat. Every seen a Scottish man jump-dance? Carson was a good sport about it, always likes something to liven up the day, but our dad's had a different spin on the sitch.
"What if it had been poisonous?"
"What if it carried diseases and had bit Carson?"
"What if it'd caught Carson off guard during an important procedure?"
Dude, then ground the lizard. Ironically Carson didn't want us to be grounded...I'll remember that someday. But it was amusing having our dads on the same side, even if their glares were making our skin crawl. Yes, Shemp and I do have our moments, because we've got the cruelest senses of humor just like our old mans. Yes, blame the parents, it works wonders for the psyche.