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.
December 12th
Time really is a waste; it makes you panic.
But it does help remind you when to eat, when to sleep, when to put down the stupid ancient gizmo. Wow, I just called an ancient device stupid…. I hate time, it always screws me up. I never have the same routine twice because I run on something like thirty-six hour days. And I've already gotten the hint that it could be the death of me.
This is one of those days with nothing. Nothing but crumb cake, computer, and me. And Kevin. But that's for later. Right now I'm just chill'n in my quarters, which I don't hardly ever see enough of. It's really convenient having separate quarters from my parents. Kar doesn't, instead an old medical curtain separates his room from their kitchen.
Oh, looky. Mommy came to visit…and now she's looking over my shoulder as I type. Hi, mom. Buzz off this is precious private time here…oooooOOOoooo coffee. Never mind. Girl's hour.
That was fun.
Really, Kate it was. I know I don't follow the stereotype of an average girl but I can still appreciate girl talk. But I sill didn't tell mom about Kev. In fact, they've got it all wrong. The whole time she was dropping not so subtle hints about Kar and me. Uh, ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Friend yes, but there is no way I could ever ever ever care about him in that way. Never! Ever Ever Ever. He's too weak! I've said it before. He's bruise-able and I'd make him into pulp. He needs a soft hand, he needs a kind heart—not the first thing that comes to people's minds about me. I think geek, bitch, and headache are closer to the truth. And who would call me a Bitch you say? I'm sure I seem perfectly harmless to you, but that little Greg Groddin gets a whooping when his mouth opens…bloody this bloody that, sodden off. AHHHHHHH! Why does he bait! (Although, it is amusing to see where his new hiding spots are).
Cheers, as Kev would say.
December 25th 16:23
I'm glad that whole journal assignment idea has died out. I think it was more of a deterrent than and an incentive. Really, I prefer ranting to organized writing any day. Hell, I might even try my hand at poetry…or not.
You probably don't want to read what I'm gonna write next. In fact, I probably shouldn't be writing it, but you're an adult you can hear it. Just don't repeat it.
Kevin is a really good kisser. But it's not just the kiss; I could sit with him for hours without any physical need. (Unlike Shemp…ack I caught him making out with some Athosian girl…and I could see he doesn't know how to kiss). Kevin is my other half, together us ghosts keep ourselves solid. I could probably spend the next thirty pages describing every little quirk my Kev has, his eye-smiles, his smirk, his eyebrow twitches, his little dimples…I could, but I won't.
Kev and I our being normal with all this affection for each other. We follow our patterns: I work my ass off in the lab and he disappears. I discovered he writes poetry when he's alone, but he still won't let me read it. We don't like being obvious. There's no need to announce it. Kar is definitely getting the idea, but I know our parents are blind. We probably seem very benign sitting on the balcony.
The strange thing is I don't think of him differently. The image I have of him never changed from the one I had in my first entry. He is still my friend, just with more perks. We still acknowledge each other the same way. I still call him Beckett in public.
I like fate.
Author's note: some of you made a comment about why McKay's daughter would be telling Kate this. Well, I know it might be weird, but Kate is the Counselor in the city--people are meant to tell her stuff. And McKay's daughter and Kate's son are best friends, so Kate would be like as second mother or a really cool aunt to her. Plus, she may not entirely believe Kate's reading it.