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 of the last chapter: I realized that 'grounding' a twenty-two year old might seem weird, but think of the situation they're in: she lives down the hall from her parents and locking someone in a turbolift isn't very nice. Plus, maturity is the main factor. I have a twenty-eight year old sister and she's still fifteen at heart. Another scenario, a twenty-two year old college student staying at home over the summer might get 'grounded' if they have a serious fight with their little sister (hair-pulling and clawing). It's all relative.

September 30th 14:15

Another assignment. Are these going to be bimonthly? What happens if we don't do them? Do we have to spend extra time in psyche-chair spilling out our repressed memories and frustrations? I've definitely written more than Shemp. In fact, I will fabricate an imaginary Shemp entry for your entertainment.

30 Sep 14:15

Woke up at nine.

Trained for three hours.

Tried to fix a Puddlejumper, because it 'broke' while I borrowed it. Got electrocuted. Shouted swear words. Fell backwards, broke a panel. Glass. Metal. Sparks. More swear words.

Beckett took me to his dad.

I'm all better.

I'm grounded, too. (he can still be 'grounded' because he isn't mentally close to twenty yet).

I think I'm hungry.

Kar's a dweeb.

Urg.

Okay, I've had my fun. On with the assignment.

A word association/ stream of consciousness exercise: (It's getting complicated) start with the first word that pops into your head, then another that goes with the first, then another until you feel a subject coming on. Don't stop. Don't control the words. (But I'm a control freak) Just type. Here goes nothing.

…blue, water, Atlantis, Athosians, bonfire, flame, red, blood, hands, knees, glass, hair, skin, blood, red, red hair, red eyes, red floor, crimson, cold, white, nothing, empty, dead, lost, scared, corner, hiding, knees to chin, hands clasped and wet and thick and stained.

Clothing, sticking, skin, wet.

Dark.

Red hair,

Eyes

Eyes wide, slick and slack, crack, splatter, across like acid spray, on my lips, in my lips. Iron.

Oh god fuck

Wraith, reeper, death, blood, fuck.

Hide, corner, crack, sharp, wet, sinking

See, taste, blood, red haired blood

Dead, eyes, stare, remember, erase

Erase, forgetdkjfffffffdsssssssssss

I couldn't

Vdaffdsgtfrefgbhyfjhjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjhhhh

She died.

I know she died. She died and I never talked about it and I'm still never going to and this damn thing is gonna to get you a million skipped sessions. And you'll have to drag me from my lab to come and talk to you, because I don't want to talk about Gulina. She'd dead. She's gone. Like the flutter of blood drops in the air. And yes they fell on me and yes they covered me and yes I saw it. They broke her like a doll. And I saw it, and you never knew I saw it. And you can't tell him I saw it. Blood unseen, the water washed it all away the stains, dark clothes, no stains. I was so wet where I hid. I was so cold.

Her hair was so red, so wet and deep like ink. They let the water take her. Her hair, her red hair, it burnt out—the water made it black.

Deleting entry

Author's note: I've done a word association thing before and it can get pretty intense. The random letters aren't an accident, that's simply her ramming/leaning her hands into the keyboard.