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.
January 1st
God, New Years Eve.
It was much too loud in the gateroom. Many Athosians had come from the mainland and they were dancing about like possessed wackos. Not that some of us Tauri weren't being Wackos. Shepherd should never be seen dancing in public! Although I don't really get this holiday, it's not like it fits with this planet's cycle.
People and their damn traditions.
I only stayed around long enough to help the kids whack the Pinata. That is such a funny word—Pinata. It was a very sick looking one, but then again I have nothing to compare it to. I think one of the majors made it. Well, after several kids with no sense of direction, it finally split open and little sugar sweets came out, including candied flowers from the planet Arali. Yes, I took a handful or two (mmmmwhahahahahahahahahahahahaha.)
I wasn't gonna stick around though. Hear the stupid singing contest at ten? Hell, no! No one wants to hear Zelenka sing in Czech! He sounds like a dying mountain goat. I don't even know why you let him traumatize us all like that! Now, if mom every got dad to sing I might consider hovering a bit longer. He is very good. He used to sing to me when I was little.
I went down to 'basement' again. I followed my feet through the halls and naturally I stumbled upon my Kevin. It's like a dream when I'm with him and all the intelligence in my head is useless and I am only my heart. He led me to a room, through a wall-door, where the ceiling is glass and the stars twinkled at us. It was a storage room and he rummaged around to find me a blanket. (I get cold so easily).
It's all a dream now. How the blankets were emptied from the box and ended up on the floor, how we ended up laying on them. He was so warm and the blanket wasn't enough and feeling him through his shirt wasn't enough. For once kissing wasn't enough and the rhythm of our hearts was torturing me. Fingers, kisses, layer by layer and it wasn't 'til cheers ripped through our world of infinite love that I knew this year was new and I was new.
(And no, you can't tell my parents. The fact that I told you is something monumental. But I have to tell someone and telling Kar would be awkward. Even Kira would be awkward, because she's always asserted waiting for marriage).