Robbing the Cradle
Summary: Just a little ficlet inspired by some sheep comments on SGAHC. Blame flah7, Sam, Patricia, and especially dr. dredd.
Despite the impending threat of the Wraith, nature smiled, and on the mainland the Athosians were busy dealing with the Pegasus version of the lambing season. Somehow Dr. Beckett and a few other medical staff members, despite their protests, had been volunteered to help with the more difficult "deliveries."
Colonel Sheppard, Dr. Weir, and Dr. McKay had taken a jumper over to assess the situation and see how things were progressing. The two men, knowing the CMO's cultural background, had plenty of jokes at the ready, despite the stern look telegraphed from Elizabeth. As they walked towards the encampment, balls of white dotted the landscape and various bleats could be heard.
Carson walked towards the three, a tired look on his face, and a new lamb clutched under each arm. "Elizabeth, oh and you two," he acknowledged frowning slightly, shifting the lambs.
"They're adorable Carson," commented Elizabeth, reaching out a hand to touch soft wool, while quirking an eyebrow at the two men behind her, Her warning held them in check for approximately thirty seconds, which might have been a new record, given the circumstances.
"Aren't they a bit young for you," asked Colonel Sheppard politely, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Robbing the cradle so early?"
"What are you, some sort of Scottish pimp," added Rodney, nearly choking as the physician turned a particular shade of beet-red, started sputtering and nearly dropped the animals in his care.
"John, Rodney," admonished Elizabeth before she herself started laughing, and then realizing the three of them better avoid the infirmary for at least the week, possibly the next month to be on the safe side.
