It's eleven at night and my caffeine buzz wore off about five hours ago. We just finished a few minutes ago and made promises to give each other the recipes from grandma or the phone number to that cute single guy we know. I'm the only one in the hallway and I can't help but replay the conversation we had before the strip poker (which I lost every hand. I'm just glad we got our clothes back). Sure Logan's cute, but I have Dave and we're happy together. We both love kids and want some when we're older; we both like sports and on a Sunday you could find us on the couch of my apartment watching a game and arguing who the better team is. I can talk to him about almost anything and we both love the finer things in life; opera, classical music, theatre, concerts. But we can also go to Ground Zero, Lollapalooza, or a rock concert and party all night with our friends. And we have our differences. He's a neat freak and I'm a slob, I like sci-fi and he likes reality, he's an only child and I'm the oldest of three, he's a Taurus and I'm a Libra, I can sing and play guitar and he can't carry a tune in a bucket, his parents are divorced and mine are still together. We've been together almost three years now and I was sure that he was going to ask me to move in with him when I took the Atlantis position. I know that it's gonna be rough with me in a different galaxy in constant danger (although he doesn't know that), but since when is life a cake walk? I round the corner and head down towards the hallway that leads towards my door thinking about those things.
"I'm surprised to see you up this late." I hear a voice say from behind me.
Hey, I know that voice. It's….oh God, it's Logan. I'm sure that I'm blushing right now. I just realized that I tend to do a lot of that around him. Maybe it's because I keep making an ass out of myself. It's like I have some permanent 'open mouth trip over foot and fall down' syndrome. I stop and turn around forcing a smile on my face. He's the last person I want to see at the moment. Right now I just want Ms. Face to meet Mr. Pillow. "I could say the same for you." I reply. Hey look at that, my mind actually works how I want it to when sleep deprived! Maybe I should stay up for three days straight and test this new theory of mine. Nah, I'll just look like a zombie and feel like one as well.
"I was working. What's your excuse?" He asks, pushing up his glasses onto the bridge of his nose.
"Poker." I reply.
"I see." He says, smiling. I fail to see what's so funny. "Night." He says, walking past me. Well that was strange. I just watch him walk down the hallway and turn the corner and then head to my room. I get the feeling that there's more to Logan than meets the eye. I press the middle crystal (Carson's shot didn't work for me) and enter. That's when it hits me; school starts in two days. And I have the classroom not even half decorated. Crap. All thoughts of sleep forgotten, I go back into the hallway and head for the classroom. If I want things to be ready I need to focus and work like I'm working on my Masters; sleep and everything else takes a backseat. Entering the room, I turn on my laptop (mine, not the one that was given to me when I arrived) and open up my music player. I need something loud, something with a good beat, something that'll keep me going. After searching my playlists I find what I'm looking for and hit play. Hey Miss Murder can I? Hey Miss Murder can I? Make beauty stay if I, Take my life? Whoa-oh-ohh With just a look they shook And heavens bowed before him. Simply a look can break your heart. The stars that pierce the sky; He left them all behind. We're left to wonder why He left us all behind…
I sway my hips a little as the music plays (loud enough to keep me awake but not so loud everyone in Atlantis can hear it…I think) and make my way over to my desk, sit down and pull out my lesson books. I start to go over what I'll be covering the first day of class. A piece of paper falls to the floor and I pick it up. It's the class list, a short one at that. There are six kids in Atlantis; only one of them is old enough for kindergarten, the rest are pre-school age or a year younger. I look at the list of names; Stuart Beckett (Carson has a son? Maybe he's a single father. If so then there's still hope.), Kelly and Patrick McKay, Jason and Jamie Sheppard, and Maria Lorne. I'll go over the lesson plans later; right now I need to finish decorating the room. Hey Miss Murder can I? Hey Miss Murder can I? Make beauty stay if I, Take my life? Whoa-oh-ohh.
If you think that a kiss is all in the lips C'mon, you got it all wrong, man And if you think that our dance was all in the hips Oh well, then do the twist…
I grin when I hear the first notes of the song; it's been ages since I've heard it. I mouth along with the vocals and even dance along to the music as I set up the room. It's not like anyone's going to see me acting like I'm at a concert. After John walked in on me, I've started locking the door after I enter; don't want anyone to surprise me. I think that I've had enough surprises since I've been here. I told Lydia what happened that day and she just laughed. Honestly, I don't see what's so funny about the whole thing; it happened to her and she was playing 'Feed My Frankenstein' by Alice Cooper. Somehow I think that's more embarrassing.
If you think holding hands is all in the fingers Grab hold of the soul where the memory lingers and Make sure to never do it with the singer 'Cause he'll tell everyone in the world What he was thinking about the girl Ya, what he's thinking about the girl, oh…
A/N: I'm Baaaaaaaaaaack! The convention was great. I got to run into Cliff Simon and Beau Bridges in the hotel and I got a really nice picture of Michael Shanks' backside. -fangirl squee- You can read about it on my SG LJ at http backslash backslash sgteam14283 dot livejournal dot com OR you can just click on the link on my profile. I refrence BiteMeTechie's story 'Retribution'. Go read it, it's spit-take funny. I really do have a wide range of taste in music and I'm a HUGE Packer's fan. -go cheeseheads!- Ground Zero is a club in the Chicagoland area, and Lollapalooza is a huge three day music concert in Grant Park in Chicago in August. Maria belongs to Reefgirl, Lyida belongs to BiteMeTechie, I own Max, Kelly, Patrick, Stuart, Jason, and Jamie, and Logan Cale belongs to James Cameron. The rest belongs to MGM and the Stargate Franchise. Ten bonus points to whoever can name the songs and bands that sing them. Please Review, it makes me so happy to see all those in my mailbox when I log on.