A/N: Since it's been on ff dot net for entirely too long, this story is currently undergoing MAJOR revisions and re-writes, hence why its chapters have suddenly disappeared. Perhaps they'll return one day. More likely I'll forget to re-upload them, though.

I must have the world's worst luck.

Born under a bad star, taken one too many walks under one too many a ladder, opened an umbrella indoors once too often...something like that.

Now under ordinary circumstances, I'm not the least bit superstitious (or stupidstitious, as I prefer to say) but in this instance, I can't find any other explanation for my current predicament.

Seriously, how else do you account for the fact that Doctor Kavanaugh is leaving Atlantis on the same trip that I am?

Alright, I could have handled it if we were just going to be on the Daedelus at the same time, it's a big ship and I could've easily avoided him the whole voyage, but he's on the same Puddle Jumper that's taking me to the Daedelus.

Now Puddle Jumpers are pretty roomy, but unless I suddenly develop the ability to render myself invisible, there's no way to avoid the man.

So I'll just be over here reading 'Leauge Of Extrordinary Gentlemen' for the third time, ignoring the fact that he exists.

That's right, I was sent off with some of the most informative textbooks in the known universe, many of which I've never read before, and I'm rereading a comic book instead.

Old habits, my friends, old habits...

See, throughout my elementary school years, I always got distracted from...well, pretty much everything whenever a shiny new comic book was involved in the equation.

Listen to my teacher drone on for an hour about the Spanish-American war or crack open a new issue of Catwoman.

Hmm...decisions, decisions.

Sorry, am I getting nostalgic? I didn't mean to. I guess it's just the fact I'm going home...Atlantis is nice, but it sure ain't Earth. I can't wait to get home.

Anyways, I'm about to get to my favorite part in LOEG (right when the Invisible Man is dancing about in a Policeman's uniform, shouting 'Oh good heavens, he's killed a constable!'...it just looks funny...a constable's outfit dancing all on it's own) when Kavanaugh suddenly decides to strike up a conversation with me.

Note to self: Look into developing personal cloaking devices as a means of avoiding people I don't want to talk to. Could make a fortune from the High School Reunion circuit alone.

If I haven't mentioned this before, Doctor Kavanaugh is a dreadful conversationalist. Hasn't the sense God gave a rock when it comes to things like common courtesy, or polite conversation.

This time around, he's decided to enlighten me on the finer points of insulting Doctor Weir's leadership skills.

Look, I've got no love for the woman, as often as she's scolded me or stuck me with McKay (though that doesn't bother me quite so much anymore) but I don't go around engaging in Weir-bashing behind her back. I respect her even if I don't neccessarily like her.

And my dislike of her just might come from my inborn dislike of authority figures in general.

"And you know what else she's done?"

Oh, but were I a less moral person I would toss him out the airlock and watch the vacuum of space rip his eyes from his skull.

Wow...I've seen Total Recall one too many times...I know that would never happen and yet, I have this odd desire to see such an event occur if Kavanaugh is the victim.

Gruesome.

"Hey, Winter?"

Wince. "What?"

"When we get back to Earth, back at the SGC, you think you wanna grab lunch sometime?"

Ugh...

I'm starting to miss McKay already.