This idea came into my mind, and I couldn't help but write it. I just like it too much to let it go. I hope that you all enjoy it, please review and tell me what you think. I quite enjoy reviews, who doesn't?

Again, I own nothing and hold no grudges against Americans.

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Rodney lay underneath a panel in the control room of Atlantis. It had been two months since he had been forced to make a speech to the new recruits about Canadian stereotypes, and since then he hadn't heard any. Of course, he had gotten wind of people talking about them through others, marines that enjoyed seeing their friends leap out of showers from the shock of not having any hot water, scientists that disliked a particular person, and fellow Canadians that were also sick of being the butt of American jokes.

He knew that he was quite hidden underneath the panel, it was in the back and rarely used so no one typically looked at it carefully enough to notice his legs sticking out from under it. The Canadian tech that had helped Rodney beat up those marines was kneeling nearby, helping the chief scientist. Ever since that day the two had become more comfortable around each other, almost friendly. Which is how our story starts, with their being so well hidden.

Two pairs of boots entered the control room, two laughing voices coming along with the boots. Rodney rolled his eyes, disliking the interruption to the silence he had been enjoying. The Canadian tech was about to stand up when Rodney grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Yeah, I haven't had a warm shower in a month." Rodney grinned at the tech, who was grinning right back at him.

"Damn Canadians."

"They're as bad as their hockey teams."

"That's bad. Canadian hockey sucks." Rodney's eyes widened before narrowing in anger.

"Their Olympic women's team wasn't bad though."

"Only because they were all so cute." Laughter ensued. Rodney and the tech had managed to crawl close enough that they were right beside the men's boots. Upon looking up, Rodney saw American flags sewn to their shoulders. He jabbed his thumb at the men's shoulders, pointing out the flags to the Canadian tech behind him. The tech rolled his eyes in a way that said 'should have known'.

Rodney and the tech stood up at the same time, and the looks of pure horror on the offending marine's faces was priceless. Looks of hatred and anger were on the two Canadians faces as they proceeded to beat up the two American's, and after they had managed to knock the two American's out they tied them up and hung them off a balcony by their ankles with a sign.

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The next morning a crowd gathered underneath the two dangling marines, getting much attention. Rodney and the Canadian Tech stood in the back of the crowd, grins at how well their impromptu plan had worked out painted over their faces.

"'Think Twice About Insulting Canadian Hockey'. Clever." Rodney looked sideways to see Carson standing there.

"We said they were lucky they didn't insult our hockey." Rodney said off-handedly.

"This is what would have happened." The Canadian tech shrugged.

"You feel liked having some coffee?" Rodney asked.

"I have some of the Tim Horton's brew stashed away in my room." the tech offered as they walked away. Carson just sighed defeatedly as he turned, wondering how they were going to get the two marines down without hurting them.