Author's Note: New Chapter! And this one's got a dedication to go along with it! See, I told you I give props where they're deserved. But that'll come in a second.

I got a bunch of reviews (you guys really seemed to like my last chapter) saying that I should expand on the idea of Rodney and John switching roles on Atlantis. I don't know if I said this before, but the reason I started writing these short little ficlets was because I couldn't write much more than I did with these ideas. If you see an idea you like and want to expand on, feel free! Adopt away! I'd love to see a lot of these ideas expanded on. All I ask, if you do, is that you tell me so that I can give more props. Free advertising is good, yeah? Everyone loves free advertising!!

Dedication: This chapter was wholly and completely inspired by ZedPM. Quite a few upcoming chapters are, actually. She sent me a huge list of alternates to go through, some of which I'd already thought of but some that never even crossed my mind. Props to ZedPM!

Word Count: 326

Disclaimer: I own nothing. No suing. You will get nothing.

"You break it you buy it." Rodney stated as the Agency's top man walked into his large laboratory. The man, an Air Force academy dropout, was a walking accident and still fairly new to being an international spy. At least compared to Rodney, who had been recruited as a child after building an atomic bomb for a grade school science fair project.

"C'mon, McKay. Don't you trust me?" John asked in a tone dripping of fake innocence. Rodney didn't even look up from the gadget he was working on.

"No. No I don't." Rodney said simply. "Especially after your last mission." Rodney spun his chair to face the man he was slowly beginning to see as a friend. One of few; field agents didn't tend to last long enough to even get their own account in the Agency computer matrix.

"How was I supposed to know that it would explode?" John asked with an over exaggerated shrug.

"It was printed in plain English on a yellow sticker on the side in plain sight. My four year old niece would have been able to read it." Rodney replied blandly. "But that's beside the point. You have another mission, god help us all." And he was back to facing one of his many worktables, sifting through the sea of devices scattered there.

"Yeah, to-" John started but was interrupted.

"Do something to some guy that wants to take over, kill, abduct, steal, or explode something or someone important. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt." Rodney cut in, waving his hand uncaringly at the man standing behind him. "Found it!" He held up what looked like a white game boy.

"You've gotta be kidding me..." John groaned. It was written all over his face that he hated it. His hatred of the box only seemed to amuse Rodney farther.

"No, no no no no. Trust me, you'll love it!" Rodney insisted. "Even more than the Puddle jumpers!"

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