AN: Short fluff set in Atlantis. I got to thinking that scientists pretty much can't exist without graduate students around to do their number-crunching, move heavy lab equipment, and such. So supposing the scientists on Atlantis did get themselves some grad students to work for them...what would those grad students get up to in their spare time? I can completely see the grad students I know acting like this. On which note I should say that I don't own Stargate Atlantis or the canon characters, but the grad students are original. Also – consider this your warning that this has no plot to speak of. –Cptn. Suz.
"No, no, no! I absolutely reject that idea! We can't use any of the balconies as targets because if we overthrow we end up in the ocean."

"Big baby...somebody worried about losing their precious disc because they can't throw?"

"I agree with Kelly though. No throwing onto balconies. But we could start on one..."

And that was how the game got afoot.
It was probably the most hilarious game of frisbee golf I've played in ages. Partly because we were running around Atlantis in the dead of night trying to be quiet and secretive.

This was hardest around the labs because scientists don't sleep, as we grad students well know. So throwing through McKay's lab was particularly interesting. Thankfully, some of us got lucky when he slunk off to the mess hall; I could play right through. Derek got trapped though. And we nearly laughed our asses off watching him waddle behind the tables and throw his disc from a crouch to avoid being caught by the tempestuous McKay.

Playing through the infirmary was surprisingly easy, more so than playing through the main bedroom corridor and tapping off each expedition leader's door in turn.
The dead botanical garden wasn't a particularly fun link, what with all the branches to get snagged on. But no one had been caught even after we'd all hit the nested puddlejumper, even though the discs certainly caused some quite resonant twangs though hopefully no dents.

The gate room was another matter.
The last thing to hit was the top chevron on the gate, which is no mean feat. I think we were doing fine until Rai got the brilliant idea of throwing from the control room. In hindsight, it was probably not a good idea to throw a frisbee into the control room. I mean, it was bound to have some sort of alarm/security measure or something.

We hightailed it out of there so fast! I don't think they saw any of us before we all tumbled through the door to Derek's room, laughing so hard. It was pretty hard to keep straight faces the next day as the story of the false alarm spread. And I wonder if Rai ever bolstered up the courage to ask Dr. Weir for his disc back...

AN: And if anyone who found this amusing happens to review, I might be able to write up some more antics for the grad students...