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.

Author's note: I've made a change in the year. It's 2028. I realized I didn't give enough time for what I had in mind. Sorry for that. My math skills our terrible.

September 21st 12:30

Hey, I died; you think we could lay off these assignments? Can my mind have a moment's rest, because I think that this journal is causing me stress. Really, things aren't meant to be admitted in print so they can stare back at you and say 'ha ha, now you can't avoid me'. Not that me being back in the lab helps stress levels much. Why did Zelenka have to insist that dad and I work on a project together! It's like asking a Wraith and an Athosian to sit down and have tea—dude, so not smart.

The argument with Zelenka seems like a sweet conversation compared to the rows my dad and me have. But it's not personal, it's business. The moment we walk out of the lab it's forgotten. We go about as father and daughter, until the next day and the next project. (We really our a good match in arguing, neither of us can ever win. It usually requires mom to step in at some point.)

Speaking of dad, I think I found my subject for this journal assignment.

What or who has influenced you the most in your life?

Yes, it's dad. The Rod-man. I could try and say my mom, but aside from genetics, language skills, and a predisposition to scold Shepherd Sr. and Jr., we don't have that much in common. (But I still love my mommy very very much). In the end, I am my father's daughter. A mere reflection, which Shepherd Sr. considers one-step short of freaky. He hates it when dad and I are standing next to each other with that codfish expression. (That's why we do it so often, mmmmmwhahahahahaha).

I remember when I was little, but older than six, after the revealing of my intelligence, I used to follow my dad around—a lot. In fact, I think he and Zelenka were one step short of tying me up somewhere and leaving. (I wasn't clingy; I was just curious.)

Then there was the day I asked The Question.

In one of my cute blue Athoisan dresses with pigtails sticking out the sides of my head (why mom?), I kindly asked my dad, "What our boys for?"

Yes, that was in essence the sex question. Dad's reaction was something stuttered and slurred beyond coherence. I never got the answer that day. He shooed me away and told me to go play with Kar, even suggested I go torture Shemp, anything to make me disappear. (Dads never seem up to answering these sorts of questions.)

It was answered eventually, and not by my mom. After all, I asked him not her and she insisted that my dad get over it—little girls grow up. Wait, this isn't what you want to hear. Besides, it's too traumatic to explain my dad's explanation of sex. (It involves an example with the gate and a puddlejumper?)

But he has influenced me greatly. He taught me to play chess, taught me how to rig the systems of Atlantis, taught me how to die by forgetfulness, how to scream at people, how to get under any Shepherds' skin. He even taught me how to pout. Pouting is a very useful tool when you're on the verge of being grounded. Although, it can't be considered grounding anymore. I'm twenty-two for god-sake and I still get sent to my quaters—it's punishment, pure and simple. (But I probably deserve it half the time, it's not like I'm acting mature.) It's all relative. Once I have kid I can ground them until they have a kid. Maybe, they ground me to force me to relax. Uh huh, not working.

Anygate, as Ford says, peaceout.

Author's note: My sister was really upset they killed off Ford so ta da, I have brought him back to life.