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 sue me, waste of time.
August 9th 13:42
Great, just great. Now, you're giving us journal assignments. Was my dad only writing about how much Zelenka gets on his nerves or how hot he thinks mom is or how he is hyperglycemic, because I know it's all his fault—somehow it is.
Anygate, the assignment: write about a first
My first hyperglycemic shock…
in your childhood
My first accident…
that you have a fond memory of.
You just love taking all the fun out of it, don't you?
Okay, okay. I'm gonna work with this, but only because I'm grounded this morning for attempting to lock Shemp in a 'turbolift'.
(Hours go by) I was few months over one and mom decided I was ready for my first trip to the mainland. Dad was firmly against it, paranoid about all sorts of phenomenon—puddle jumper malfunctioning, me wandering off, me eating something citrus. But mom's charms are unbeatable, plus that I'm-the-leader-of-this-city look.
I remember Shepherd flew the ship, letting me sit on his lap. The ocean flew by through the windshield and I was confounded by whether it was moving or we were. We landed in a dramatic swoop that made my mother curse and Shepherd laugh.
The door opened and my mother gently led me out by the hand. I stepped onto something very soft and very cold. The flat green strings erupting from the earth fascinated me. On the instinct of a toddler, I ripped a tiny fist-full and shoved it in my mouth. The next moment Shepherd's finger was forcing it's way through my lips, but it was too late—I'd swallowed it.
It was only grass, but my mother insisted on giving Carson a quick call over the radio. He gave me the all clear. We then headed out to the Athosian village, there I met my first group of children. (Up to that point I'd only known Kar.) They were as small as me and as clumsy as me and they understood my lack of a concrete language. I spent hours ripping grass with them, piling rocks, and stumbling in games of chase.
By nightfall a bonfire was set in one of the fields and many others from the city had arrived such as my dad, Zelenka, Kar (who wouldn't leave you, his mama, and was afraid of the other kids), Kate (you), Tayla and Carson. Tayla and Shepherd disappeared almost immediately—and the result was Shemp and Kira. Carson hung out, barely, being all friendly and shy at the same time. Mom, Dad, and I were snuggled down near the bonfire nibbling on Athoisan crumb cake, which, though my dad makes constant comparisons to Earth cake, I think will never be out done.
Mom and Dad later went for a walk on the shore and Carson was left caring a droopy little girl, drooling on his sweater. I must've been really cute, because one of the Athosian women came over to wrap me in a shawl. Carson's cheeks turned as red as her hair. Gulina was such a simple, caring person.
I don't think I can write anymore about this.
I've lost the fondness.