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.

November 20th dude, where's my watch?

Yeah, I don't know what time it is. In fact, it could very well be the next day. (My computer time is way off, I know it). I'm just amusing myself with this journal as we sit out a torrential down pour in a poor hovel of a cave. Yeah for my first mission! All we wanted to do was say hello to the locals, but when we reached the village it was deserted. Now we know why. The whole valley is flooded, which includes the gate.

Damn it! Shemp is snoring. Wow, he can sleep like that? It looks like his neck is going to break. That's it I'm gonna kick him. Dfsjarnmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,nkjluifhyhjuk

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He threw my computer! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

He's well bruised now, I feel better.

It feels cramped in here, even though there's only four of us. Shemp, Me, Beckett, and Lt. Uh I can't pronounce his name. (He's Shemp's babysitter). Beckett's here because of Shemp's last mission. He came back looking like he'd walked through a food fight. He just has no negotiating skills.

I think I see the future flag team, although I'm not sure I enjoy going off world that much. Yummy, power bar and crumb cake. Yes, I come aptly prepared. God, it's cold in here. My fingers arwe shakking.

It's morning. The rain is gone. The others are still asleep. I wake up however when the tiniest bit of light shines in my eyes (Iusually sleep in a blanket cacoon).My fingers were much warmer last night. Beckett noticed I was shaking. He rubbed my hands in his and wrapped his arms around me. It was cozy. The Lt. gave us a warning glance. Geez what a pervert.

November 22nd

Who cares about the time! I'm dry and warm and free from Shemp's snores!

Home sweet home!

Carson just released us all. I had minor hypothermia, probably because my shoes had soaked through. Just imagine if Kevin hadn't kept me warm. Okay, that's it. We're laying down a rule before I confuse myself. I will from now call him Kevin in my journal. So no more Beckett, Beck, Beck.

Kevin took me for another walk an hour ago, back to the balcony. Only this time the sun was setting. Again, something was on his mind, just on his lips. He leaned into my ear and spoke like it was a prophecy, "Someday, you'll be Mrs. Beckett-Mckay."

I stared at him and he must've seen a question there, because he answered it a second later, "I'd think you'd want the hyphen because of the pride you put in being a McKay."

"Of course," was my only reply. Kevin was being his strange self, but I didn't mind and I didn't doubt. It seemed perfectly logical to me; I could think of no one else and I didn't want to.