A/N: I'm really getting into the holiday spirit, aren't I? Here's another one-shot. John goes caroling. Earplugs anyone? Line #110, "His singing always sounded better in the shower..."
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His singing always sounded better in the shower, but how do you tell a guy he's so off-key he couldn't open an unlocked door?
I sighed, gritted my teeth, and came in on John's cue for the "falala" chorus. He'd gotten this mad idea that Atlantis wasn't very "into the Christmas spirit" and formed an impromptu caroling group. We even had a small band to accompany us. Apparently many of Atlantis's personnel were musically inclined, because after the announcement, we got quite a turnout, and John was busy merrily decking out everyone in Santa hats and scarves for about an hour before he deemed us ready to move out.
Our first stop was the kitchen, where Alex and Mick were very glad to have a little entertainment while they worked. They even treated us to some Christmas cookies fresh from the oven to tide us over until dinner.
Our next stop was the laboratories. This welcome was less cheery than the last, when Rodney basically slammed the door in our faces. How he got an automatic sliding door designed by the Ancients to slam I'll never know.
We finally decided, by majority vote, to take a break and adjourn to the mess hall for hot chocolate and some more of Alex's cookies, which was just as well. I don't think that anyone could have stood much more of John's singing. Don't get me wrong, he's definitely got the holiday spirit, but the man carries a tune with a leaky sieve.
But nobody mentioned it through the entire day, although everyone made a concerted effort to drown him out.
I think that Major Lorne and Lieutenant Cadman actually had organized a gang of Marines who were prepared to knock John senseless and take care of the problem that way, but Teyla wisely talked them out of it.
Finally, after three hours of singing carols, John let everyone leave, and I heard Carson muttering something about having to up the stores of Aspirin for a day or two.
But everyone seemed to be having a wonderful time, awful singing or no, and even Rodney popped his head out of the lab long enough to ask Alex if the cookies had any citrus in them or not.
She told him "Just the ones I put on your desk Rodney dear," and we didn't hear another peep out of him all night.
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A/N: -singing- All I want for Christmas is David Hewlett... Oh! Um! Hello! -hastily puts away karaoke machine- uh... heh heh... you didn't read that.
Alex is the wonderful creation of Reefgirl in case any of you didn't know that. You should have. Shame on you.