I am trying to write this one separate from The Merry Prankster, but do refer to it. It might be a good idea to read The Merry Prankster first, but I won't hunt you down and kill you for not…yet.
I don't any of this stuff, but think it would be cool. I won't turn down Evan Lorne or Radek Zelenka. Both yummy guys!
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Elizabeth Weir slipped into a dark room. A table had been set up in the middle and a single light shone over it. She stepped up to the table, sat down and prepared for the meeting. She looked around and noted with satisfaction that she was the first. She liked it that way. It gave her a moment to collect her thoughts. The door opened. More people were arriving.
The first person came and sat down. He adjusted his glasses and waited in silence. It was against the code to speak. As they sat and waited in the darkness, others came and sat. Soon the table was full. Elizabeth stood. It was time for the meeting to start.
"My fellow pranksters, it has been a year of silence for us. It is time for us to rise again." She turned. "Do you have the list?"
The person next to her cleared his throat, adjusted his glasses and pulled out a sheaf of papers. She took them, read them and handed them out.
"You have your assignments. Go, and above all, don't get caught. Have fun!" With that the meeting was over.
They left the way they came, one at a time. When they were all gone, Elizabeth stood and left.
The area was dark. The lights weren't working and were on the bottom of the list to fix because they didn't use the area. It was a long way back to the main part of the city. That was why they used it, but they had to be careful, they didn't want to be seen coming or going. After several hours, she made it to a transporter. She stepped in and the door closed.
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Chuck sat at his console. He was king of his castle. He smiled at a female scientist that walked by, picked up his mug and took a sip of his coffee. He quickly spit it out and wiped his mouth. He started trying to wipe the heat off his tongue as his eyes watered so that he couldn't see. Someone, he couldn't see who it was, asked him if he was all right. He shook his head that he wasn't and he was escorted to the infirmary.
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Elizabeth pulled a file towards her and drew a line through Chuck's name. She smiled and went for a refill on her coffee. She knew he would be all right. The heat would die with time. It was only Tabasco sauce
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Sheppard was walking down a corridor. The Merry Prankster was back. They had a rash of practical jokes. Ronon and Teyla were on the prowl. They were looking to catch the person responsible. Teyla was looking for blood. He took the stairs of the command tower two at a time. Elizabeth was standing next to Chuck who was still looking a little green. He nodded at Chuck.
"Elizabeth, you called?"
Weir didn't look happy. She didn't respond right away. That made John a little nervous, he hoped it didn't show. When he didn't think he could take any more, she turned around.
"You said you could stop all of this. Why is it still happening?"
John squirmed. He had thought it had all stopped, but didn't want to say so to Elizabeth.
When he didn't say anything, Elizabeth turned away. "You can go."
John turned and walked out. As he walked slowly down the stairs, he took a few minutes to think. Who could it be? He was heading towards the mess hall when he saw a strange sight. It was Rodney McKay in a football helmet and heavy padding. He was holding a tray and walking slowly. John walked up to him.
"What are you doing Rodney?"
Rodney looked up at him. "The prankster is back. I don't want to get hit this time."
John groaned. "You are just making yourself a bigger target with all of that stuff."
Rodney's eyes grew big. "Do you really think so?" He started to look panicked.
"Take it easy. I will help you get out of that stuff." As John helped Rodney out of the padded suit, he heard a sound. He straightened just in time for a large amount of lime green slime to pour over the two of them.
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It took several hours, three bars of soap and a several scrubbers to get the slime off. After it was all done, Rodney was steaming mad.
"Why? Why does this sort of thing always happen to me?" He looked at Sheppard. "Well? What are you going to do about it?"
John shrugged. "Hope someone took pictures."
Rodney's face turned a unique shade of red. "Expect a cold shower from now on!" He stomped off and left Sheppard standing alone. John smiled and walked away.
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As John walked towards his office, he could have sworn that he saw someone sneak out. He quickly hurried down the corridor. It was empty. He waved his hand in front of the sensor. The door opened. Nothing. He took a hesitant step inside. Still nothing. He took a few steps inside and sat down at his desk, after looking underneath. Since nothing had happened, he sat back and promptly fell over. He got up and examined his chair. It had been rigged! The back wasn't attached to the rest and had fallen off when he leaned back. He got up and started looking for Rodney.
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He found Rodney in his lab washing out his coffee cup. Rodney had his back to the door. John had an evil idea come to his mind and started walking towards Rodney. Just before he reached Rodney, the scientist turned around and screamed.
When he regained his breath, Rodney asked, "What did you do that for? I thought you might be the prankster."
"Sorry," John said, "You were standing with your back to the door and it was tempting."
"Try fighting it next time."
John smirked. "Sure Rodney. Anything for you."
Rodney gave John a dirty look. "What did you want anyway?"
"I got hit."
Rodney looked positively gleeful. "Well now, I haven't." He grinned at John. "You do know that I haven't."
John was annoyed. "Yes, I do. You bring it up every time someone gets hit. That is going to get you beat up if you keep it."
Rodney looked concerned. "Do you really think so?"
"Yes I do, Meredith."
Rodney winced. John knew that he didn't like his first name, but only used it on occasion. He didn't want the impact to wear off.
"Ready for lunch?" With Rodney you didn't actually have to ask the question, Rodney was always hungry, but if you wanted to eat with him, and you were hungry, it was best to ask. You just never knew.
Rodney lit up. "Now that you mention it, it has been some time since I ate last."
'Maybe a few minutes.' He thought. Rodney was very sensitive on some issues and you never knew what would upset him.
They walked down the hall and looked around. Everyone was on red alert. You never knew what would turn out to be a prank, a chair, the newest message or the last pudding cup.
The door to the mess hall opened quietly. Not many people were out. Not that Sheppard blamed them. No one knew who was next, let alone who was doing all the pranks.
Zelenka walked by looking like he had stuck his finger in a power socket. His hair was wilder than normal. "Hello Colonel, Hello Rodney. How are you two doing?"
Rodney looked closely at Radek. "How did he get you?"
Radek looked up and his face fell. "I was wondering what people were staring at me for." He shrugged. "Now I know." He pushed his glasses up. "When do you want to work on the analysis?"
Rodney seemed to consider his words. "We can do it this afternoon."
"Ok, I will see you then." Radek had only taken a few steps when he disappeared.
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They are back. Now you know who the lead is, who are the others?