Here it is...ode de oddness, part two.

I CANNOT WRITE IN SCOTTISH!

Universal Constant Number One: If a time traveler comes to Atlantis, he or she will wake up in the infirmary and inadvertently freak Carson out.

I woke up to the unwelcome sight of the blue-tiled ceiling of the infirmary. Now, don't get me wrong, I've spent a lot of time in the infirmary, and have a few good memories connected to it, like, for instance, painting the walls in pantomime of Oz, but the infirmary isn't in a part of the city we control, so I really was not happy to see those tiles. The clear escape route to the emergency exit, however, was something I was delighted to see. I crept out of bed, slinked beneath the window, and was halfway to the door when someone spoke up.

"She should be wakin' up any second now, so donea woory. I'll keep ya in th' loop, Elizabeth."

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I knew that voice, but there was absolutely no way in hell I was hearing it now.

"Hold oon a minute, she's up now. An' she's escapin'!"

And I was absolutely, positively not seeing the owner of that voice. Then again, I don't think dead people can look that surprised.

"What're you doin' out o' bed, lass?"

I blinked.He's still there, Scottish burr, black hair, blue eyes, medical coat, and obsessive need to keep people in bed and all. And judging by the fact that he's pushing me rather forcefully, he isn't a ghost either.

"Carson?"

He gave me the infamous what-the-bloody-hell-did-you-just-say look that, as someone who obsessively reads other people's diaries, I've gotten several times in my life. Yep, no doubt about it.

"Carson, you're alive!" I threw myself out of the bed he had just steered me into and hugged him.

"Ohmygod, what happened? Why haven't you contacted us? Kat's been worried out of her mind, we were told you were dead..."

"Wow, steady lass, calm down." I took a deep breath and settled back onto the bed, grinning like an idiot. "Now, do I know ye?"

My grin, if that was possible, stretched even wider. "Oh, come on Carson, it's been what, six months? I haven't changed that much."

He still looks confused. Maybe it's that nasty scar I got for stepping a bit too close to a suicide bomber. Or the weird ragged haircut Kat gave me.

"Okay, I'll give you a clue. I'm probably the only person in the history if Atlantis to start a city-wide food fight." I hinted. He looks even more perplexed. I'm a little worried-he should remember that, as he was hit in the face with a pizza while trying to go the bathroom, and that'sgot to be hard to forget. He's never let me do so.

"Right, another clue then. Laquisha and I once managed to convince our dads that we were switched at birth, and you were forced run a DNA analysis on us to be sure." I tried again.

That doesn't seem to work either, as he's still giving me the you-poor-wee-thing-you've-gone-insane look that I hate. My grin's all but faded from existence at this point, justin case you were curious.

"Carson, it's me, Larissa." Nope, that's not working either. "The nosy little kid who somehow manages to get into more trouble than Dad and John combined? The one who bungee jumps for fun?" I officially go into near-panic mode when that elicits absolutely no response him. He has never let mesay the word bungee without freaking. "The daughter of the geeky Canadian scientist with the coffee fetish and allergies to lemons and pretty much everything but cats and peanuts? Your goddaughter? Any of this ringing a bell?"

Carson gives me the oh-good-lord-bloody-hell-and-heavens-above look. He has alot of looks, incase you haven't picked up on that yet."You're Rodney's daughter?"

I raised an eyebrow-or, rather, I attempted to raise an eyebrow. One of the drawbacks of being of Tau'ri decent is the lack of muscular control in your forehead. "Yeah, last time I checked. Carson, are you feeling okay? You're not suffering from one of those infamous concussions of yours or anything?"

"No." Carson answered slowly. He might have said more, but he was cut off by a voice from the doorway.

"Carson, are you in? There was an accident in the lab..."

I knew that voice too. And if you thought I was happy to see Carson...

"Dad! You got your voice back!" I said, launching myself off the bed again to hug him, nearly knocking the wind out of him in the process. "Are you alright? What's happened? Where's mum? I think there's something wrong with Carson, he doesn't seem to remem... wow, what happened to your hair?"

"I'm... sorry?" Dad asked, instinctively touching a slightlyburnt hand to his head.

"Your hair...there's more of it. A lot more of it." I squinted slightly. He didn't look like he was wearing a wig.

"Wha- okay look, who are you?" Dad demanded defensively, backing up a few paces.

"Dad?" I questioned, looking between him and Carson.

"I think you have me confused with some one else." Dad said slowly. "I-I-I'm not good with kids. At all. And I don't have any. So..." he trailed off miserably.

I looked at the two of them again. They seem like they're telling the truth, and God knows my Dad can't lie for...well, pretty much anything. "This is some sort of 'welcome back to the land of the living' joke, right? How long was I out this time?"

The two guys exchanged uneasy glances, and it's obvious that I might as well be speaking Swahili for all the good it's doing me. I've become 'grievously concerned', as Sek'met would say. "You honestly have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?"

"Uh...that would be a 'no'." Dad answered, still looking rather disturbed...and younger?

Oh shit, why didn't I pick up on that before! He looks only slightly older than James!

"Oh, crap. What year is it? Waitwaitwaitwaitwaitwait!" I add as Carson opens his mouth to answer. "Don't answer that, I don't want to know. Is it the year 2035?"

Dad answers with a "My God.", but the look on Carson's face tells me everything I need to know.

Somehow, I've gotten entangled in time travel. Again.

Yippee.

SO...WHATDIJA THINK?

It's something square, in lilac hue, if you press it, I'll hug you!