'Twas the Night Before Wraithmas...
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate: Atlantis or 'Twas the night before Christmas.
A/N: This is all just a bit of fun.... It has been done before, at least twice for SG1, and once for Atlantis, but this is a bit, well, different. Merry Christmas.
Oh, and I took a few liberties with the rhyme. It's close enough...
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'Twas the night before Wraithmas, when all through Atlantis
Not a creature was stirring, not even Aratis'
The ZPMs were plugged into the city with care,
In hopes that Zelenka soon would be there;
The scientists were nestled all snug in their labs,
While the military members worked on their abs.
And Weir in her office, and I in my quarters,
Tiredly awaited the next days orders.
When from outside the shield there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away from room I ran with some luck.
Up to the control room, where I met Chuck.
The moon on the waves of the planets sea
Gave light to the objects all around me,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature dart, slender and clear.
With a little Czech driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Radek.
Faster than Jumpers towards us he came,
And he cried, and shouted, and called out by name;
"Get Rodney! Get Carson! Get Ronon and Teyla!
Help, Sheppard! Help, Lorne! Someone call a sailor!
This ship will not stop! Oh that was a wall!
Now clear away, clear away, clear away all!"
As the Daedalus from the Milky Way flies
Destroying their obstacles, mount to the sky,
So up to the Jumper Bay doors they flew,
With the little wraith dart, and Zelenka too.
And then, in a buzzing, I heard from the roof
A whirring and whizzing and then a big poof.
As I drew out my gun, and was turning around,
Down from the bay Zelenka came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of parts he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a wolf about to attack.
His eyes -- how they darkened! His dimples how angry!
His cheeks were like beetroots, his nose like a cherry!
His thin little mouth was turned down in a bow,
And the gate room was packed as we all watched the show,
The spray from the engine well covered his teeth,
And his hair it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a mad face, he'd had a bad day,
And shook when he yelled very loudly MCKAY!
He was dirty and messy, a grumpy old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A flash in his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had something to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight back to work,
Powered the ZPM; then turned with a jerk,
And wiping a speck of dirt off his nose,
Giving a nod, up the staircase he rose;
He walked to his lab, to his team gave a thought,
And away they all flew in a time very short.
But I heard him exclaim, as he moved out of sight
"Happy Wraithmas to all, hope you die over night!!!!"
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