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 29th 2029 7:35

Okay, now fate might be getting on my nerves.

This is not how it's supposed to be. This isn't meant to happen yet. I mean, I'm not like angry or ashamed for myself. I'm at the perfect age for it, but god Kev's only nineteen. I don't want this to start a huge family feud or something.

Damn it. I can't even type it. It's like writing my death sentence.

I'm going to have a baby.

That sentence looks weird, because it feels much less weird, much more natural then that sentence looks and oh damn I think I'm gonna start weeping. Ahhhh. This is driving me insane. I haven't told anyone yet, only Kira knows because she gave me the test.

Damn Damn Damn. I can't write that enough. Oh god. I think I hear Kev's shuffling feet outside my door. It's very distinctive. Damn it, I have to tell him. And I am absolutely clueless as to what his reaction could be.

8:55

Okay. That wasn't so bad. It was kind of cute. Oh damn, tears. I hate this weeping thing. I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad. At least I know Kevin is happy, surprised, but happy. It was the first time a smile went clear across his face and his emotions skyrocketed to an unprecedented proportion. He swung me into his arms and twirled me across the room for a whole minute. Which was a really bad idea, because I quickly had to jump away and puke (my poor floor!).

Kevin decided sooner was better than later. He mesmerized me with his baby-blue stare and led me off to the infirmary. Suddenly, we were standing before Carson who seemed delighted and confused at us holding hands. (God, they still didn't realize we were together).

End of story: Carson likes the idea of being a grandfather, and although Kevin did get a short, pathetic scolding you just can't hold him to the same standards as everyone else. He's father material, you can't argue with that.

Again I was whisked away and found myself in my mother's office. I was in a trance and Kevin had to do the talking and asked her to call Rodney over from the lab. Dad was hilarious.

"What, what," he stuttered, "me, gr-gr-grandfather…uh" faint

Mom said he did the same thing when she told him about me.

I think I want a boy. Especially if he ends up like Kev or Carson. But we really don't need another Rodney running around, do we?