Set somewhere between The Brotherhood and The Gift - Just a bit of silliness inspired by...double dactyls! Yay!

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The city of Atlantis sat on the nighttime ocean with an air of tranquility that only settles after everyone is asleep. If anyone could have seen it, they might have momentarily thought it a paradise. Of course, the Wraith would be there in a few days ready to dispell that notion. In fact, even now not all was calm. Everyone was tense - and everyone had their own way of letting that tension show...

Tap. Tappity tappity tap tap tap tappit. Click. Tappity Ta-

"ZedPM, ZPM, ZedPM, ZPM, ZedPM, ZPM, Zed..."

"Would you stop that! I'm trying to concentrate on zero coffee tonight and you are not helping!"

"McKay...It's morning."

Tappity-tap. Tap tap tap tap - "And? So?"

"Soooo... you promised Carson that you wouldn't pull another all-nighter."

"And what exactly are you doing up, hmm? Leave me alone - I'll get to bed eventually. Now scat."

After a moment of silence Sheppard started humming the Jeopardy theme.

"Extraordinarily obnoxious - known to drive his so-called friends to insanity and the brinks thereof. Who is John Sheppard? Are you leaving yet?"

"Sure." The major shrugged. Rodney didn't even look up from his laptop. A few steps later Sheppard was standing on the other side of the lab trying to turn on one of the Ancient gadgets - he was pretty sure it was that one that they used to pop popcorn. Then again, it could be an explosive. He hastily placed it back on the nearest table.

"ZedPM, ZPM - Rodney at 3 PM engineered weapons of Wraithal defeat..."

The tickitty tickitty of the keyboard slowed to a halt. The scientist blinked madly, having obviously lost his train of thought. Sheppard smirked as McKay pushed the chair back, hands gesturing wildly.

"Poetry? Now you're spouting poetry? Might I point out that it's 3 AM, not 3 PM, and for the last time - " but Sheppard was out the door, leaving a surprisingly distracting silence in his wake. Rodney stared for a minute, then returned to his work.

A moment later a voice drifted in from the hall.

"...Unfortunately for any insomniac forgot the plans when the coffee was weak..."

"ARGH!"

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Coming Soon: "Dracula, Dracula..."