Why Not?

The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character. -Isabelle Eberhardt
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Whenever Hattie felt that the stars in her world weren't aligning to her specifications, she felt the need to collect everything she was used to and hoard it close. A perfect example would be when told she was going to have triplets, her first through was the Stargate and retrieving it.

No thought as to what she was going to do with it when she got it back to the UK. No thought on HOW she was going to get it back to the UK. It wasn't as if it would just fit inside the basement of the manor. There was a reason (several, actually) that the Gate she was used to was buried 28 floors beneath an obscure mountain in Colorado.

Still, the fact remained: it was home. It was what she was used to. It was something familiar to hold onto when the rest of the world seemed to be closing in on her without care or sympathy.

The truth was - and this was a truth that she came upon after drafting several copies of a letter to the Egyptian government, after sketching several copies of the Stargate in her journal, after staying up several nights and wandering the grounds and after she'd found the one room in the manor that would house the Stargate - she couldn't bring the Stargate home.

She was beyond that part of her life.

Catherine Hatshepsut Jackson had gone from a little girl who'd grown up on a space ship trapped in time, to a young woman who'd traveled through a ring to different planets and met dozens upon dozens of lifeforms and cultures to the woman who had met, married and borne children by the most advanced AI in the world... any world.

And it was while she stood in that room, and she wasn't even sure what it was for, that she realized it: she could never go back to what she thought was home because she was home. And rather than constantly shut Kitt out of what she wanted and what she dreamed, she suddenly wanted to become part of his dreams. To be part of what he wanted.

She wasn't the only one who had lost something, or somethings, by ending up here - under the rainbow, as it were - but she was the one clinging. Kitt was doing his best to move forward and she... she wanted to move forward with him. With him, with Gideon and with their three (THREE!!!) new children.

The reason this pregnancy has been harder than Gideon's?



Three.

There are three of them. Kitt thinks they're girls and I think it's a good thing my parents aren't here.

18 weeks and we're almost halfway through and I don't know if I can do this and the concept of 'point of no return' has certainly taken on a new meaning.

It's a good thing we have the room.

I need to go to Egypt. WE need to go to Egypt.

I need to write the petition now so it's ready.

... I can't do this.

The doctor was wrong.

Wrong.

And had Hattie had one of her guns on her, she'd have shot the sonogram machine just to prove it. But she didn't and Kitt had left the room because... well, he thought the appointment was over and had gone to 'get the car'.

So, there was Hattie, taking the elevator down thirty flights by herself, holding onto a grainy black and white photograph that was WRONG, no matter HOW much it explained, and when she stepped out into the lobby, she could see Kitt idling in the circular drive outside the glass doors.

The twenty feet never seemed so long.

And when she got into the car-that-was-her-poor-darling-unsuspecting-husband, she wasn't even breathing anymore.

1. How tall are you barefoot?
5'5"

2. Have you ever smoked heroin?
No.

3. Do you own a gun?
I used to own lots of guns. I miss my guns. I need new ones.

4. Rehab?
Are you asking if I've ever been? No.

5. Do you get nervous before "meeting the parents"?
I was nervous before he took me to the Foundation, yes.

6. What do you think of hot dogs?
I love the big Polish ones.

7. What's your favorite Christmas song?
Silver Bells.

8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?
Hot chocolate.

9. Do you do push-ups?
Not in years.

10. Have you ever done ecstasy?
No.

11. Are you a vegetarian?
Heavens no.

12. Do you like painkillers?
They come in handy.

13. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?
My hot car.

14. Do you own a knife?
I miss my daggers.

15. Do you have A.D.D.?
Not that I'm aware of.

16. Date Of Birth?
October 4, 2006

17. Top 3 thoughts at this exact moment:
1. I need to talk to Kitt.
2. Gideon's almost one.
3. ... I feel queasy.

18. Name the last 3 things you have bought:
1. Diapers.
2. Jeans.
3. New nightgown.

19. Name five drinks you regularly drink:
Water, OJ, hot chocolate, apple juice & cranberry juice.

21. Current hair?
Long and red.

22. Current worry?
... not being sick before finishing this.

23. Current hate?
The fact that this pregnancy is not as easy as Gideon's was.

24. Favorite place to be?
PLACE? In Kitt.

25. Least favorite place to be?
Kneeling in front of the toilet.

26. Where would you like to go?
The California coast.

27. Do you own slippers?
No.

28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?
Hopefully still here.

29. Do you burn or tan?
Burn.

30. Last thing you ate?
A bagel.

31. Would you be a pirate?
Sure.

32. Last time you had an alcoholic drink?
Wine with dinner several months ago.

33. What songs do you sing in the shower?
I don't sing in the shower.

34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a kid?
The Ori or their Priors.

35. What's in your pockets right now?
I don't have pockets.

36. Last thing that made you laugh?
Gideon.

37. Best bed sheets you had as a child?
My sheets as a child were military issue.

38. Worst injury you've ever had?
A goa'uld staff weapon hit me in the back. For the record? It doesn't just burn, it stings like a son of a bitch.

40. How many TVs do you have in your house?
I haven't counted. I don't know if Benton and Meg have one, we have one and I'm sure the staff members have some...

41. Who is your best friend?
Kitt.

42. Who is your love?
Kitt.

43. Does someone have a crush on you?
Kitt?

45. What is your favorite book?
Pride and Prejudice.

46. What is your favorite candy?
Skittles.

47. What songs do want/ have played at your wedding?
I got married in 1108. The music they played back then was a little different.

48. What songs do you want played at your funeral?
I haven't thought about it... um, 'See ya Later Alligator'?

49. What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Trying to sleep?

50. Do you love the pain a tattoo brings?
I don't have a tattoo. I'd have to ask my daring, dashing husband.

When Meg went one way at the top of the stairs, Hattie watched for a moment, then turned and went the other. The whole conversation, had given her a sense of dread when it came to calling Kitt. While she didn't think that some of their history should be a secret to the woman that they were expecting to be Kobie's partner, she also hadn't expected Kobie to be the one to tell.

Once inside the bedroom, she picked up the phone she used to call Kitt in his office directly and dialed.

Now that the hard part was over, Hattie put her iPhone down on the bedside table and headed for... well, for wherever Kitt was. Probably the garage.

She met him on the main stairs. A smile on her lips, "Hi."

It was a beautiful day.

Hattie had decided that she loved the castle in late spring. The grounds had bloomed the most amazing flowers and the trees in full color had produced some of the most beautiful colors she had seen. It was definitely no Colorado, but as far as substitutes went, she didn't feel as if she were lacking.

She'd taken Gideon out on the balcony outside their suite and placed him in the playpen to roll around and since he had learned to pull himself up and could stand with help, she had brought her camera - the new one Kitt had bought her - out as well. She was snapping photographs right, left and center and when she heard the familiar rumble of the Trans-Am's engine, she smiled at her son.

"Daddy's home," she told him, with a grin. The baby laughed in response and she lifted the camera in time to catch the end of it, resulting in a gorgeous photograph. She hadn't told her husband, but she was fairly certain that Gideon had learned to recognize the sound of his father's arrival as well.

When she heard Kitt open the heavy door, she waited a heartbeat and then turned and snapped a photo of him without warning. The capture made her catch her breath: he really was stunning in any form, and though the car was his most natural form, she wouldn't ever regret having him in her life as a human being.

Looking up at him, she smiled sweetly. "Welcome home, hon. We're having a photoshoot and you got here just in time." Leaning forward, she placed a kiss on his cheek. "And after Gideon, you're my favorite subject."

01. I call myself: Hattie
02. I am this old: 23
03. I hate it when: I sleep too late to be with Gideon when he wakes up
04. I love it when: I'm snuggled up in bed when Kitt kisses me goodbye in the mornings
05. My favorite thing to drink is: chocolate in varying liquid formats
06. My favorite food is: anything pasta
07. I am this tall: 5'3"
08. I weigh this much: 113
09. My favorite shoes to wear are: sandals
10. My favorite article of clothing is: I'm guessing that my wedding ring doesn't count, so I'll say underwear
11. When I get up in the morning the first thing I do is: put on a robe and check on the baby
12. The last thing I do before I go to bed is: check on the baby

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One year ago today, I married the love of my life. It wasn't a normal wedding - I wore [this] for one thing - and it took place in the 12th century.

And, of course, it didn't matter where or when. I loved him before he became what he is now and I will love him forever.

Oh, hon. I love your taste in vintage.

It didn't help that she didn't see it coming. It had nothing to do with looking both ways or the fact that traffic was coming from the opposite direction or anything like that. It was just as ordinary, though.

It was the rain.

London, in the springtime, was simply rainy. And though the driver of the other car tried to stop, and though Hattie herself tried to get out of the way, the fact remained that the driver wasn't paying attention and his car wasn't equipped with very good brakes.

When Hattie saw heard the screech, she looked up from her phone and gasped. The step she took to get out of the way put her further into the path of the oncoming car and the next thing she knew, she was staring up at the rain, wetness soaking through her back.

An ambulance was called and people were chattering at her, but she couldn't register much more than the fact that everything was wet and cold. No longer holding her phone, she flexed her fingers toward where she saw it and whimpered one word, "Kitt."

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When Kitt's personal assistant got the call from Royal Hope Hospital, she attempted to reach him as he was on his way in to the office himself. "Mr. Knight, your wife was taken to Royal Hope Hospital in London. She's in the emergency room."

1. Where you and I met:
2. Take a stab at my middle name:
3. How long you've known me:
4. The last time that we saw each other:
5. Would I ever go sky diving?
6. Your first impression of me upon meeting me/seeing me:
7. Am I funny?
8. My favorite type of music:
9. Can I sing?
10. The best feature about me:
11. What do I want to do more than anything?
12. What is one thing that you think I should do?
13. Do I have any special talents? If so, what are they?
14. Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, snobby, or something else?
15. Have you ever hugged me?
16. My favorite food:
17. If there was one good nickname for me, it would be:
18. Your favorite memory of me:
19. If you and I were stranded on a desert island, I would bring:-
20. Do I believe in God?
21. Who is my best friend?
22. Will you re-post this so I can fill this out for you?

So now their place has a photo, a name and it's even been labeled. :D

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[ooc: Hattie's run is concurrent with Kitt's talk with Kobie]
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The more she ran, the longer her strides got. She opened herself along to the path that she had been carving over the months through the woods behind their castle house and by the time she broke the tree line again and came out back along Kitt's track, she was breathing really heavily.

She'd woken up after a couple of hours, not even aware that she'd fallen asleep next to him. It was really a testament that she hadn't been sleeping well without him that, as soon as he was there, she fell right to sleep. Almost like all was right in her world - or pretty close to it. And once she'd woken up, she'd felt the need to burn off the rest of the anxiety she'd been feeling, so she'd left him there, changed into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and dashed off on a slow jog across the back lawn until she'd hit the track in the outward direction.

Now that she was at the end of her five miles, she could feel the burn in her muscles and the need for another shower. Human. She felt human again, and, as she crossed the track, she vaguely wondered if Kitt ever felt the need to go running.

Up the hill that separated the track from the lawn, then over that before she hit the brick driveway and she slowed once again.

Breathing heavy, she pulled open the door and gave the cook a wave before heading upstairs again. Was she nervous? A little. But she felt better, and that helped.

Full Name: Catherine Hatshepsut Jackson-Knight

You like it?: I suppose my parents could have done worse.

Birthdate: October 4, 2006 (yes, really)

Height/Weight: 5'6" and I weigh what I should.

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Red

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SO, my friend Meredith is amazing. She's always been the one I've gone to for my own layout purposes.

Then, today, I saw that Danielle had done a shoot for GQ and OHMYGOD. Yeah. It's [HERE], by the way. ANYWAY, I said to Meredith, "LOOKIT THESE!" And she said, "Do you want something with those?" And I said, "Yes? Maybe?"

I'd caught her as she was leaving work... and yet, she stayed for an extra thirty minutes to make me my new banner. Which is [HERE].

OH HOLY JEEBUS. Yes.

The chair wasn't any more comfortable the second time she attempted to sleep in it.

She spent most of the night tossing and turning and, to be honest, fretting. She was worried about Kitt: how he was acting, how he'd been when they'd found him, how he was so intent on being something he wasn't.

She worried that it was her fault. She worried that it was over, all of it.

By the time the light started peeking over the tops of the heavy curtains, by the time she heard the staff outside beginning their morning routine, she couldn't remember if she'd ever been so tired before. Not even being held hostage, or having to stay awake when sleeping would have KILLED them, had ever made her feel so tired.

This was all emotional. She was exhausted.

Finally, she stood, opened the doors and scooted past the staff once again and headed upstairs and into the shower, leaving her clothes where they fell as she shed them. She just didn't care anymore.

So what's this gorgeous person's full name?
Catherine Hatshepsut Jackson... Knight?

How are you feeling?
A bit antsy. Once we get things figured out, I'll be fine.

Would you rather fight zombies, vampires, or evil spirits?
Zombies die easiest, according to the movies.

Who is one person that you'd go through intense torture to keep alive?
Anyone I love.

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100 yes's or no's
you can ONLY say yes or no.
you are NOT allowed to explain ANYTHING.

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