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 about the previous chapters: Yeah, I know the one-night pregnant thing is cliche, but I think McKay's daughter needs some cliche in her abnormal uncliche life, something unexpected to her and expected by the readers. Also, maybe they did do it more than once...I don't know, if that works for you fill in the gaps.

April 23rd

Oops. Where did the time go?

You're getting really lax on this journal. Do I want to know why? How bad could the reaction possibly have been? In fact, if you don't enforce it a little more I might stop writing in this. I think Shemp already has. Is that the problem? Are people defying you, because if that's so you need to defy them right back. Ya know, just take a deep breath and go grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Anygate, as everyone will know by the end of the day, I'm having a boy. Yeah. Now Kevin and me know exactly what name we're using, but you still can't know. God, I'm so hungry. Well, duh. It's a boy, they eat a lot. (Just watch Shemp in the cafeteria after a mission—does he have two stomachs?)

I'm bulging. I don't want to bulge. I don't want to wear loose shirts and pants, it makes me look all weird. This is that middle period in pregnancy, where you don't quite look pregnant, but you don't quite look thin and the maternity shirts and stuff are still to big. Kira offered to make me some clothes. Me love nice friends.

And about that nice thing. It ends up people are avoiding me more then being nice. It's like watch-out hormones are coming run for your lives. Geez, get some brains people. Okay, I have to got tell Carson, Dad, and Mom they get a grandson.