Dear Diary,
Day four of bed rest, didn't write yesterday because there was nothing to say. Maybe four is a lucky number because good things happen to those who wait! I was sitting on my laptop playing another round of solitaire when my little bell on my door rang. I told them they could come in. And when the door opened, Lt. Ford walked in! I immediately freaked because I haven't showered and I looked like shit, I knew it.

"Hey, how are you?" He asked walking into my room.

"Been better," I said with a shrug, "You can sit down if you want." I gestured towards one of the chairs in my room. He took one and drew it closer to my bed where I was seated.

"Got you something," He said and handed me a flower and a card. I smiled and took it. We'd only talked a few times but this was going down with major props in my book. I thanked him and opened the card which juts said 'Get Well Soon' and was signed Aiden Ford.

"Thank you," I told him again and put the flower and card on my bed side table.

"I got the flower from the botany room," He told me, "Well actually I just kind of walked in and snatched it." He snickered, and so did I.

"Well, I appreciate stolen flowers just as much as the next person," I assured him. There was an awkward silence as I searched frantically in my mind to find something to say.

"What's been up with you?" I asked.

"Same thing as always. Going offworld and things like that," He said, "Oh, McKay was held hostage at some village until he told them how to harvest crops better. That was kind of funny." I chuckled. McKay was one man that I didn't really know too much about, but knew his reputation as hard to get along with.

"That sounds like fun," I said just to fill space. As much as I liked to have someone visit me and especially have him talk to me, I didn't really like small talk all that much.

"Who's bringing you food?" He asked.

"Different people, some I know and some I don't," I said. A couple friends had done so a few times.

"Maybe I'll jump on that band wagon," He offered.

"That'd be nice," I said.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then" He got up and started to take the chair back to where it was.

"You don't have to worry about that," I said just being nice. But then I thought to myself: That way you won't have to pull it back tomorrow.

"Good night, Sergeant."

"Night, Lieutenant."

When he left I was in my bed all happy and stuff and couldn't stop smiling. He's adorable. But nothing can change the fact we are both military. Does he even like me? I guess coming to visit me means he doesn't hate me. Best not get your hopes up, Chris, not like it's possible anyway.
- Christina

Dearest Diary,
Sick day number five might be the best sick day of them all, so far! Aw hell, this has been the best day in a long time. So I woke up this morning and I felt really good. Good as in healthy. So I rolled my butt out of my bed, felt my bones creak, and walked to the showers. I took a quick one and finally felt clean. I also felt a lot better, showering helps so much. Then I rolled back to my room and lay down on my bed. That short time of being up and about was enough for me, but it was good to get out of bed. And I still didn't feel as bad as I did about two days ago so I am defiantly getting better. Then I sat down to wonder when he was going to come. It was lunch!

He came in carrying to trays and a big ol' smile on his face.

"Hey!" I said chipperly. This time I had made my bed and was sitting on it with my legs over the side, rather then hidden under blankets.

"Hey!" He said back. He pulled up the chair once more and handed me my tray. I assumed he planned on having lunch with me since he had two trays of food. And he did. Today we actually talked like we were friends, and not just people who knew one another. That was so cool, so, so cool. He's so great. I do remember a few specific parts of the conversation.

"The food here isn't nearly as good as my grandma's," He told me.

"Oh yeah, I know what you mean," I said and took a bite from the apple pie that was on the tray, "Like this pie. I make a mean apple pie and this is just crap."

"Oh do you?" He said, quickly swallowing a mouthful of food.

"You bet I do. Dessert and football is what my family does,"

"I'd like to see this apple pie of yours," He said skeptically.

"I'll make it for you as soon as I am better."

"Won't be as good as my grandma's."

I paused, "How am I supposed to argue with that?" I said, my eyes bulging. Lt. Ford laughed. His laugh is infectious, if I recorded it I could be perpetually happy.

"Your not," He told me with a smile, "But I would still like to see it."

"Okay then. I'll radio you when I am better and I can go make this pie for you."

"It's a deal."

And the whole thing was really sweet and wonderful. Augh! He's just such a great guy! He left and told me to get better soon. And believe me, with the idea of seeing him again once I am better I am going to get better reeeeaaaal soon. I've got the biggest grin in the world on my face.
- Chris

Dear Diary,
It's been a week since I went on bed rest and I'm feeling a million percent better. Not a moment to late. I have to go to Dr. Weir to get updates and everything but it looks like I am back on my feet.

Dear Diary,
Another fabulous day! Actually night. I finished my dinner in the mess with Elsa and was walking back to my room when I took a detour to a balcony. I looked down at the black sea below and then up at the stars. And then, I radioed for Lt. Ford.

"Lieutenant Ford?" I asked, and there was about a two second pause.

"Go ahead."

"I'm in the mood for some Apple Pie, what about you?" There was another few second delay before he spoke again.

"I'll meet you in the mess in fifteen minutes." My heart fluttered a little and I half considered running back to the mess. I kept my composure though and casually strolled down the hallway. I reached the mess first and he showed up a few minutes later. We walked to the kitchens and took control of an oven and counter. As I was preparing it we just sat there and talked and talked about anything we really wanted to. We talked about how cool it was to be on Atlantis and how there wasn't any other place we would rather be. I learned a lot about his family tonight too. His grandma, his grandpa, his cousin Lara. I love to learn about him, everything about him. Talking to him is so easy.

And then finally, the pie was done, "And here is the best Apple Pie you will ever taste." I said, cut him out a slice and put it in front of him. I took one too.

"I don't know," he said putting a piece on his fork, "Smells kinda funny." He of course was kidding.

"Just eat it," I scolded him. I ate a chunk of mine and came to the conclusion that it was probably one of the better pies I have ever made. I looked up at him to see what he thought. His safe screamed satisfaction.

"Wow," He said, "I think even my grandma would be impressed!"

"I'll take that as a very high compliment," I replied and ate another piece.

"You know, we should share this," He said as he finished his slice up.

"Yeah, with who?"

"Dr. Weir?" He offered.

"And Doctor Becket?" We both smiled and started to slice up the pie to send it off to people. Juvenile spontaneity at it's strongest. It was fun though to do something different though, and giving out pie made you liked, right? So we raced across the city to Dr. Weirs office.

"Dr. Weir?" Lt. Ford asked before stepping into her office.

"Yes, Lieutenant?" she asked without even looking up from her paperwork.

"We have something for you, ma'am," He said and we both walked in. I place the piece of pie on her desk.

"What's this for?" She asked, looking at us skeptically.

"We just made some pie and wanted to share it," I said with a slight shrug.

"You two made pie?" She asked.

"Actually, Ma'am, Sergeant Wright did and I just kind of watched," he said with a slick smile.

"Uh-huh," She said now just being happy, "Well thank you very much."

"You're welcome ma'am," The two of us chimed and ran to give Dr. Beckett his slice. It was such a fun night. I hope more nights like tonight happen in the future. It's good to make friends like Lt. Ford
-Chris

Dear Diary,
Three days ago I wrote about the pie? I think. Maybe. Atlantis goes on as it ever did. Lt. Ford and I went jogging today, it was quite nice.