EVS:- Decided to treat you all. by doing three postings 2 for this series. 1 for my other SGA fic "The Others."
Shard:- And keep reviewing please.
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Edible Silver Ball Bearings vs. MRI
Carson ignored the incessant whinging of the scientist as he prepped him for an MRI scan.
"It's too cold."
"Then stop whinging, the sooner it's done the sooner you'll get warm."
"How long is it going to take?"
"About forty five minutes."
"Fine but if my experiment goes wrong you're cleaning it up." Kavanaugh lay down and immediately began to fidget.
"Stay still otherwise it will take longer." Carson activated the machine. After a few minutes he heard a banging on the door. Leaving Kavanaugh in the machine he went outside and found one of the chefs.
"Uh Carson-" the chef began but a scream interrupted them. Carson turned off the MRI when he saw blood drip from inside it. Looking inside he saw Kavanaugh now sported a large hole in his stomach.
"I'm guessing it had something to do with the cakes in the mess hall today?"
"Yeah the geologists' ball bearing order got mixed up with our cachous order. I came to warn you not to do any MRI's for the next few days. I'm guessing I'm too late?"
"No lass you're just on time. Any earlier and I would've had to put up with him complaining about how everyone is trying to kill him."
The chef peeked inside again then grabbed Carson and began to dance with him around the room.
"He's been complaining more than Rodney about the food. He dissed my special carrot cake and the turkey at Thanksgiving and the chocolate chip cookies."
"Then he didn't deserve to live lass. That cake was almost as good as my mother's."
"Almost, Carson?"
"Well I'm not one to insult my own mother." Carson shrugged.
The Chef shook her head then skipped out of the room.
Kavanaugh's death wasn't reported until the next SGA team went off-world and ended up under fire. From small round shrapnel.
Fin.
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