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.

July 4th

I lied.

I pushed.

I didn't even to it the conventional way: corner Kar and pressure him until he spills. I didn't have the heart to bruise his poor sensitive self. Instead, I circumvented everyone and everything. I broke the passwords of private computer systems, including Carson's, in order to discover the truth. And I feel ashamed. But I equally feel betrayed.

Don't you trust me? Us? Everyone on Atlantis? We love you Kate. You keep us sane. What would we do with out you, what would we do? At least, you can allow us to be as privy to you as you've been to us. I'm sure everyone would like to return the kindness you've shown us all.

Please Kate. I won't say anything about it to anyone. But I don't think keeping it a secret it right.

July 25th

I don't know why I'm writing in this now; you'll never read it again, Kate. I'm not even sure if you read it in the first place, but I can't ask you now. I suppose I should be sad that you're gone. After all, you were like an aunt to me. But for some reason it feels natural, aside from the fact the others and I were expecting it.

Kar's broken. It's almost like having a second Kevin. The world doesn't reflect in his eyes anymore. I've had to send him out of the lab five times for being absent mined and unfocused. Z's taking it much better, he can bury himself in the work. I wish I could yank Kar out of the misery he's drowning in, but it's not my place. Besides, Kira seems to be much more sensitive to him than I.

I have no reason to write anymore. It's sad but true. I only wrote because you made me, because you'd give me those psyche eyes if I didn't, because it was an excuse to disappear into my room. Plus, I'll probably be too busy in the coming months. What with mother and scientist duties. I have to thank you for all the great advice you gave me. I hope it comes in handy.

Maybe I'll force my kids to have a journal, but for me this is it.

Good bye Kate.

Author's note: Note quite the end...mmmmmwwwwhahahahahahahaha