Author's notes: This is completely silly nothingness and just for fun. :P There's no spectacular plot - it's more like a snippet of time with the team. No real ship other than friendship although R/K and J/T are implied. This idea popped into my head and just sort of fell out! Hope you enjoy. :)

First Annual Atlantis Scavenger Hunt

The purpose of this event is to promote a air of fun, friendly competition, and entertainment. The Hunt will take place over a four hour period, commencing at 18:00 Thursday, and ending at 22:00 Thursday. The winning team will receive a twenty-four hour overnight "vacation" to the pristine, sandy beaches of PX3-127, complete with local accommodations and food.

Rules of Competition

A Team must consist of a minimum of 4 members, and a maximum of 8. Each team must be co-ed (at least one member of the opposite sex) and must cover at least 3 departments or divisions (e.g. Medical, Military, Security).

Theft of items will not be tolerated and will result in the team being immediately disqualified.

A given item may only be used once, by any one team. Items may not be shared between teams.

Judging will begin at 20:00 hours, Thursday, in the cafeteria/mess hall.

All team members must be present and accounted for at the time of the judging or the team will be disqualified.

Final results will not be disclosed until all teams have been judged. Results are final.

Your List:

- a flag (any country, or planet)
- something "made in Canada"
- fish net nylons
- a scrunchie
- a bathing suit
- a map
- a photo of a team member's parent(s)
- a jar of fresh sea water from the north-east pier
- a copy of Mad Magazine
- a nine iron
- a toupee
- something specifically from the Pegasus galaxy
- a romance novel
- an original finger painting
- a trophy
- a pair of long underwear (long johns)
- a flavored condom
- Gumby or Pokey
- a concert ticket
-car keys
- a fake gun
- a pie
- a bandana
- a Wraith stunner
- Colonel Sheppard's socks (the ones he's wearing)


The List

"Did you get it?" Radek leaned forward, pushing his glasses back up his nose with his index finger.

Jennifer waved the piece of paper as she walked forward. "Got it." She handed him the rules list for the Scavenger Hunt and leaned in to read over his shoulder.

Jen hadn't originally intended on participating at all, but somehow she'd ended up next to Radek in the cafeteria when the announcement was made and after everyone rushed off to find their team mates, the two of them had been left standing alone like the last two kids picked for softball.

If Kavanagh hadn't chosen that exact moment to parade in front of them with his posse, snidely insulting them to the snickered enjoyment of his followers, Jen probably wouldn't have challenged him. And Radek probably wouldn't have agreed.

But Kavanagh had.

So here they were.

"We will need two more people." Radek pointed out the first rule.

Jen sighed, then started to laugh. "You know, short of a miracle, there's no way we're going to win."

"Win what?" Rodney asked, wandering into the lab, his tablet tucked under his arm.

"The Scavenger Hunt." Radek answered, threading his arms in front of his chest.

Rodney waved his hand and tisked as he sat down in front of one of the lab's laptops, setting his tablet down beside him.

"You have something against scavenger hunts?" Jen shuffled closer to Rodney.

Rodney narrowed his eyes at something on the screen. "It's a well known fact they are a complete waste of time, and if planned properly, mathematically impossible win without the key item."

"What is he talking about?" Jen asked Radek with an exaggerated whisper.

"Well, it is true, yes, that most events such as these are… fixed." Radek nodded quickly.

"Fixed? You mean someone's already set to win?" Jen asked, leaning back against the workbench and crossing her arms.

Rodney glanced between his tablet and the screen. "Oh please. It's just like McDonald's Monopoly. If you don't get Boardwalk, you can't win the big money."

"Monopoly?" Radek glanced at Jen, who shrugged.

Rodney looked up and frowned. "Yes, yes. Monopoly. You know, there's always something on the list that only one team can get. If you don't get it, you'll never win."

"Yes Rodney, but is that not the whole point?" Radek asked. "Only one team can win."

Rodney sighed and rolled his eyes, snapping his fingers and waiving his hand for the paper. He quickly scanned the list, made a sharp hmm, then handed it back. "Colonel Sheppard's socks. Definitely fixed."

"So you're saying if we get the socks, we win?" Jen glanced at Radek, then back down at the list. "Makes sense I guess."

"Ideally." Radek shrugged. "Everything else on the list should be easily duplicated – unless the Colonel wears more than one pair of socks. Which, I suppose, is technically possible. However everyone else will also be after his socks."

"So we just have to ask him first!" Jen's hand automatically raised to her ear then she rolled her eyes and dropped her arm. "Oh. I forgot. They're off world until later today. But… couldn't we get the rest together and then wait? If we can catch him in the gate room?"

Radek tilted his head. "We would still need two more people."

Jen smiled and stepped up to Rodney. "Come on, Rodney. We need you."

Rodney ignored her.

"McKay…" She drew his name out and leaned forward, covering his tablet.

Rodney reached out and slid his computer to the opposite side. "Sorry. Busy. Saving the universe and all that."

"Come on, Rodney." Zelenka nodded. "It wouldn't kill you to take a few hours off."

"Kill me?" Rodney looked up and rolled his eyes. "No, we only have an Ancient city we haven't begun to finish exploring, a database we've barely scratched the surface of, an alien race that wants us for snack food, replicators, nanites, technology we don't fully understand, and pretty much every planet containing something or someone that wants to kill us. Yep. Plenty of time for running about the city looking for someone's pet monkey."

"There's no pet monkey on the list…" Radek repeated with a frown. "Oh I see. A joke. Yes."

Jen shrugged. "Come on, Rodney." She shifted to the other side of the table, slowly picking up his tablet as she spoke and handing it to him. "The winning team gets twenty four hours down-time on a remote beach. Remote. No people. No one to bother you. No emails. No communicator going off. No one blowing up the lab. No one to bother you with insignificant questions. You. Your work. The shade of a palm tree and a cool ocean breeze. Someone waiting on you hand and foot, bringing you coffee, food, anything you need while you are left alone to concentrate on all the problems and issues you're dealing with. Twenty four hours. Un-interrupted…" She trailed off letting the idea roll itself around in Rodney's mind, watching his eyes glaze over as he hugged the computer tightly against his chest.

"Kavanagh said you'd never be able to beat him." Radek added, leaning across the work bench.

Rodney's head snapped up, his eyes narrowed. "Give me the list."


The Number 4

The trio hurried off to the infirmary to grab a large duffel bag Jen kept for medical supplies. They'd passed several other groups huddling in corners, warily eyeing them, and hiding a familiar looking piece of paper.

"What?" Rodney muttered. "Is everyone signed up?"

"For twenty-four hours on a pristine beach that apparently resembles Fiji or Bora Bora?" Jen laughed. "You bet everyone's going for it."

In her office, she quickly emptied the pack and turned to her partners. "So who's our fourth?"

"We need someone who isn't a doctor or a scientist." Radek shrugged. "What about Dr. Naliah?"

"Botanist equals scientist." Rodney sighed. "And about as smart as a pot of dirt, too."

"Rodney!" Jen admonished.

"Well she is!" Rodney answered.

"Doctor…" Zelenka raised his hand then shook his head. "No, no. Scientist. Or… No, that won't work either." He hesitated. "I am having trouble thinking of someone who isn't a scientist."

"I'm not." Jen shoved the duffle bag at Radek and quickly crossed the infirmary to the patient who was sliding off a gurney on the far side of the room.

"How is he?" She glanced at the chart the nurse was holding, then at the white bandage circling the man's forearm.

"Fine." Nurse McKechern nodded. "Fourteen stitches. He's good to go."

"Excellent." Jen tilted her head, dismissing the nurse. "Major? I have a proposal for you."

"Proposal?" Evan Lorne shifted his weight and looked quickly around.

Jen laughed at his suddenly wary look and hooked his arm with hers, dragging him over to Zelenka and McKay.

"How do you feel about tropical beaches?"

"Better yet," Radek added. "How do you feel about Kavanagh?"