This is a retelling of a old Scottish joke. I've had it rattling around my head for a while now, and thought it was time I wrote it down and sent it out into the world. I also posted it on my LiveJournal account under a slightly different name.
Let me know what you think.
Stargate Atlantis and the associated characters aren't mine. Otherwise Sunday would never have happened.
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Beneath the Kilt
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Carson Beckett should have known something was up.
All through the ceremony, Colonel Shepherd and Rodney McKay had been looking sidelong at him and grinning like a couple of schoolboys who'd just pranked their teacher, and Teyla had been looking at him like she was trying to make up her mind about something.
Honestly, hadn't they ever seen a man in a kilt before?
The ceremony had ended, and Shepherd and McKay were still snickering at him from across the reception hall, and Teyla was...marching towards him with a determined look in her eye.
"Dr. Beckett, I have a question," she said.
"What is it, lass?" he asked.
"Dr Beckett," she began again, "I've been informed that there is nothing worn under your kilt. Is this true?"
He could hear Shepherd and McKay's laughter from across the room, and made a note to check their records to see if they needed any vaccine booster shots. "Teyla, lass," he said, draping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to the refreshment table, "you have my word that everything under my kilt is in good working order."