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 20th 20:45
Testing testing, this is Ms. McKay's journal. I am Karkeroff and I'm just dropping a line in…you really shouldn't leave your computer unattended and logged in. Really, what if I was John? What if I was your dad? Or even my dad, because I know he keeps trying to sneak a peek at mine. Mom refuses to tell him what I write, but I don't think she reads it anyway.
Uh oh, you're coming back. Don't be angry with me, I didn't read anything.
21:35
Kate! What have you been teaching your son? No, wait, I shouldn't put the blame on you, this is most likely all Z's fault.
Yes, I forgave him. He's too cute to hate with that flyaway hair and those big glasses that fall down his face whenever he bends over. God, he's such a typical geek, if I go by the stereotype Shepherd uses.
But than what does that make me? A glorious and complex contradiction of brains and beauty? But I am so much more. I have brawns or at the very least stamina, because chasing Shemp long enough to tire him out really requires a certain level of endurance. I have shooting skills, thanks to Shepherd. I can do a Scottish folk dance, and I'm not sure what that counts for.
Where was I? Oh yeah, your son typing in my most private of possessions, well, second most private possession. We all know what the first is, Mr. Puddlejumper, the teddy bear. And what is a bear? Mom described it to me once, but I couldn't imagine how that got translated into something so cute and helpless. Not that my bear is anywhere close to the earth equivalent, made by an Athosian craftsman using pictures by my mom.
Kar is really getting away easy with this. I'm so…forgetful.
I see Beckett. I'm sitting on the east balcony typing this. He can't see me: I'm in the corner, plus he's not looking. He never really looks unless it's something important. He's too busy up there in his head. He's leaning on the railing, staring down into the water that flows beneath the city as if it were a dream. He seems like a flame in the twilight, his red hair highlighted by the glow from the city.
He's still staring. The water. I don't know why, but I'm afraid. The water, his hair. I feel like he shouldn't get to close. What if his fire went out?