Catherine Hatshepsut (Hattie) Jackson

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."

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

( KNIGHT MANOR )

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

( The rest under here )

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.

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

( Yes/No )

The ride from Maine via Kobie and portkeys wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but she DID let the Three Thousand drive since she was more worried about Kitt than what was going on on the roads.

As he pulled through the gates onto the large property, Hattie looked up and out the windshield briefly, then leaned over to run her fingers through Kitt's hair. "We're home, Kitt. We'll figure something out here."

She jumped out at the front door and let Kobie take him to the garage, going inside and asking for the butler and the gardener. If she could, she was going to avoid lifting Kitt into the house by herself. Not because she couldn't, but because she was fairly certain that she'd draw more talk NOT asking help than if she did.

Once he was settled on the bed, she thanked the staff and shut the bedroom doors. Then, she stood there and stared at the prone body of her husband.

- It started [here], on Valentine's Day, with Hattie's post about pain. It fell into a discussion about finding the Stargate, Kitt's programming and a few (dozen) misunderstandings.

- Because she was in a bit of a snit, Hattie went and posted the [SGC Guide to a Firefight], which Kitt took as a personal dig (and it might have been). The second fight was worse than the first and even the muns can't agree on who threw the first jab. He left.

- After Kitt leaves, Hattie grabs her journal and [doodles thoughts] regarding the Stargate. Then she [writes a journal entry] because Kitt hasn't come home yet and it's 3:30 in the morning and falls asleep in the living room.

- Kitt hasn't come home because he's [found a place to rent in Maine] after checking out London and California first. He doesn't know how long he's going to stay.

- He doesn't come home on February 15th, either, and Hattie [frets]. That night, [she sends a message to Kobie].

- The morning of the 16th dawns and Kitt decides that he's going to check in with Knight Industries. After doing some basic stuff, he goes personal and [checks a few leads on Karr]. The result is disastrous when Karr's virus knocks him out.

- Hattie spends the 16th in [Giza with Kobie and Gideon]. Kobie, after a few hours, finds the Stargate buried beneath the sand near the Pyramid of Khufu. Right about then, he gets notice of the virus that hit Kitt.

- Kitt, on the other hand, has been found by Karr and THAT meeting [does not go well].

- Hattie is going on three days having not heard from Kitt. For someone who hasn't ever had a fight last more than 24 hours in her life? She's on the bothered side.

- Kitt can't get past being called a liability by his wife. Usually the almost!indestructible car is the secret weapon, not the problem. (Also, she may have struck a nerve when she said he didn't know his wife. *ahem*)

She woke up alone. Not just alone, but in the chair, slumped over and cold.

The fire had died out some time after she'd written in her journal last and the chair was nothing like her father's big lab chair. No matter how comfy it looked, it just... wasn't.

Unfolding herself and stretched, feeling a cramp start in her leg. Heading out of the living room, she slunk past one of the staff dusting a bookshelf and rubbed the back of her neck as she trudged up the wide staircase. At the top, she gave the maid there a small smile before she pushed open the doors to the bedroom she shared with Kitt.

Their bed was still made from the day before which meant that he hadn't come home. She sighed heavily and pulled her sweater over her head, dumping it on the bed. She crossed the room to the bathroom, pulling the hair rubberband out of her hair and shaking her head just a little.

"Stupid, stubborn man. Car." She glared at her reflection. "Thing."

Reaching over, she turned on the shower, the water turned to hotter than usual and shucked her jeans on the floor of the bathroom. Her bra and panties were next and through it wasn't like her, she thought that maybe, just maybe, she'd leave them there after her shower was over, too.

She talked to herself during her shower, while scrubbing her hair and scrubbing her body, mostly ranting at what had gone wrong during her conversation with Kitt. And maybe she shouldn't have taken the extra-mean dig about him 'knowing' his wife, but... well, okay. She had no defense for that. But he? HE'D LEFT! And he hadn't come home.

After her shower, she stepped over her clothes and wrapped herself in a bathrobe before finally deciding that another sweater and jeans outfit would do. It seemed appropriate that wrapping herself up and taking care of herself was what she wanted to do. Then she went into the nursery.

Spending the morning with Gideon made time fly. And when she put him down for his afternoon nap and went to go lay down herself, she finally looked at the clock.

3pm.

Kitt still wasn't home. She didn't want to ask if anyone had heard from him, but finally caved and sent a message to Kobie.

Then she curled up on their bed and took a nap.

[after Kitt has left]

Hattie stomped her way upstairs and into their bedroom, looking around the spacious room with anger. Why she suddenly hated the room, she wasn't sure, but she did. She hated it. Maybe it was the color scheme, maybe it was the fabrics. Maybe she'd spent too much time in it recently. Whatever it was, she didn't want to be in it any longer, so she changed into a pair of jeans and a huge sweater that hung almost to her knees.

She pulled open her nightstand drawer and yanked out her journal, a huge massive notebook that she'd been keeping notes in from the time they'd arrived in the whole 'new world' bit. It chronicled everything she could remember about being there... and not. Maybe, she thought, just maybe her dig at Kitt about knowing his wife had been a bit low. And then? She didn't care again and grabbed her set of pens out of the drawer, too. She wasn't one to just journal in one color. It made it boring. Instead, she doodled as she thought, scribbling across margins and pages just to get a few thoughts about a single subject down.

Going into the formal living room, she curled up in the large cushioned chair there next to the fireplace and started thinking...

( And drawing and thinking and doodling and thinking... )

I brought back an old LJ header. Yeah, it was done by Lollo, but... *shrugs* It's bright and cheery and I like it. I have such a hard time finding photos of Danielle so... here it is. ♥