13A/N: Someone encouraged me to continue with this, so here's more! I've got a Week One and possibly Month One planned, but I need ideas! And if you think I should continue past the month point, let me know.
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis is not mine, and all that stuff.
Day One: Bugged!
Kavanaugh spent the first day of his exile setting up camp. He finally managed to keep the tent up after four tries, once being hit in the head when a poorly positioned pole fell. Satisfied, he arranged his meager supplies within the small space and unrolled his sleeping bag. He took out his dinner, sat down, and prepared to eat.
Until he felt something digging into his posterior and legs. "I hate deserts. So…disorderly!" Kavanaugh grumbled. He jumped up, kicked aside the sleeping bag, and dug in the sand until he found every rock, throwing them all as far away as he could.
Finished with his meal, the exiled scientist crawled into the bag and made himself go to sleep. Less than a day had passed, and already he was bored. Maybe he could entertain himself with listing everything he found wrong with his former colleagues….
Kavanaugh didn't notice when he fell into a deep sleep.
In the morning, Kavanaugh took his time with his routine ofdressing and making his own breakfast. He reached for his canteen to take a swig -
And stopped, shocked when nothing entered his mouth. He was sure it had been full the day before. Was his brain already addled with the heat? Kavanaugh snorted, dismissing that idea. Further inspection of the canteen revealed a series of small holes in the bottom. "Impossible! This was a new canteen!"
Looking down, he noticed a patch of darkened sand right where the canteen had been resting, and put the two incidents together. Some sort of burrowing insect must have eaten through the canteen while he slept and drank all the water. What he couldn't figure out was why, when there was a lake not that far away. Then again, he wasn't a biologist or whatever.
Kavanaugh sat down on a rock to brood for a while, until thirst and the rising sun forced him to act. Stalking over to the crate, Kavanaugh dumped its contents out onto his spare clothing, hefted it, and carried the container to the lake. He could use it to carry water, and drink from the canteen's cap. He wasn't yet so desperate that he'd lower himself to actually using his hands to drink.