Disclaimer: I don't own Atlantis.
A/N: Well, this story has 369 words. And there is no resurrection of Trevor yet. :D What if...the Genii were just farmers?
What If...
"We should do this more often." Sheppard drawled lazily, while a young woman in blue smiled coyly at him, her red hair hung in trellises around her face.
"You would say that, of course." Mckay muttered darkly, refusing to look at the woman who was showing too much leg and gazing at Sheppard in almost predatory way.
John glanced at the scientist, "What you aren't having fun?" They were laying on a blanket in a middle of large field edged by trees. The sun beat gently down on them and there was a slight breeze. After a hard negotiation, their new allies, insisted that they stay for a harvest feast.
"While I'll admit it is nice that this is our first mission where we haven't run away from someone or something, I find this all rather a big waste of time. Do you know what I could be doing right now?" Rodney replied, frowning and swatting a bee that buzzed around his head.
"You're right?" John paused and Rodney looked up, startled, "We do need some downtime." He smirked at Rodney. He picked up a cover and started pulling it apart.
"Har, har." Rodney sent John a grimace. He grabbed his cup and poured the bitter liquid down his throat. He coughed harshly. "Remind me not to do that again."
"Can't hold your liquor, McKay." He glared at John again. Did all this man ever do was antagonize him! "You should have seen Ford earlier."
"Hmmm...what did the Lieutenant do?" Rodney fiegned indifference.
John laughed at the memory. "He snorted liquor out of his nose."
"Really!" Rodney studied John closely, "Really?"
"Would I kid you?" John asked.
"Yes!" Rodney replied no uncertainty in his voice.
"Well," John remarked, "I kid you not."
"He really snorted liquor out of his nose?" Rodney asked, sitting up straighter.
John ficked the cover bits away, "Yeah, it was funniest thing I've ever seen. Even Teyla was laughing..."