A/N: Sorry it's been a while since I updated, I was busy trying to help design and build the set for a play the drama kids at my school were doing, but now that's over so hopefully I can start writting again and updating more.
Ch. Summary: It was one of many unwritten rules on Atlantis, that if it was the last of any of the food it was to be left untouched until more could be provided - especially if it was junk food. Doing otherwise could lead to punishment by death, or at least a lot of horrific torture.
Deep inside the city a silent figure crept down the long dark corridors keeping to the shadows. This silent figure was on a mission and nothing would deter it, it stealthily crept passed the many occupied rooms before reaching one of the transporters. This mission according to others was insane and even attempting it could be punishable by death, or at least a lot of horrific torture.
Quickly exiting the transporter the shadowy figure made its way through the lower level of the city and finally entered the corridor leading to its destination. Swiftly crossing the empty commisary and pushing open the door that lead to its target the figure found the room to be very dark, which suited the mission just fine. A small smile spread across the figure's face as it leaned into to claim its prize, inside the cookie jar.
Suddenly the light flicked on and the room and its occupant, who was holding the last cookie, were bathed in light. Looking over at the door the figure spotted it's eight year old little brother, Danik, wearing an accusing frown on his face.
"Hey Danik." Marshall greeted in what he hoped was a non-threatening voice, as he quickly put the cookie back in the jar trying to look innocent, which was virtually impossible.
"Hello Marshall." Danik replied to his twelve year old brother, a little too cheerfully for Marshall's liking. "Were you doing what I think you were doing?"
"I wasn't taking the last cookie." Marshall said in a rushed tone.
"Who said anything about cookies?" Danik had a triumphant look on his face as his eyes, with a mischievous glint in them, came to rest on the cookie jar. It wasn't every day Danik got one over on his older brother.
"Well I just figured that's what you meant…" Marshall stopped short letting a smirk form across his face. "Wait what are you doing down here so late?" Marshall turned the tables on his brother.
It was Danik's turn to try and look innocent, "Well…I was…I mean…I heard…no saw…" He broke off and looked down at the ground.
"That's what I thought. You were here to do the same thing as me." Seeing the nod from Danik, Marshall after a quick second of thinking took on a more business toned voice. "I have a proposition, what do you say we split the cookie in half? That way neither of us snitches on the other and neither of us can be punished for taking the last cookie."
Not liking that Marshall had yet again gotten one over on him, but seeing no other choice Danik nodded solemnly and took his half of the cookie when Marshall handed it to him.
"You do know that if any one finds out, especially if its Rodney, they're liable to throw us over the nearest balcony for this."
"Yes but how are they going to find out? Neither of us is gonna talk and as far as any one's concerned we were both sound asleep in bed all night. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to bed." With that Marshall, mouth full of cookie, walked out of the kitchen.
Danik stood still for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders, popped the cookie in his mouth and walked out of the kitchen as well.
No more than 10 minutes after the boys left Rodney walked into the kitchen and went straight to the cookie jar. Rodney had been so busy trying to fix the jumpers that Xander and Duke had managed to break he'd worked right through dinner and was now hoping to raid the cookie jar for a quick mid-night snack. Realizing the cookie jar was empty Rodney scowled and glared at the cookie jar as if it was to blame.
Rodney couldn't believe it somebody had actually had the nerve to take the last cookie, it was one of many unwritten rules on Atlantis, that if it was the last of any of the food it was to be left untouched until more could be provided - especially if it was junk food. To many - like Rodney - failing to do so was a crime worst than murder.
Turning on his heels Rodney marched out of the kitchen, but not before grabbing an apple out of the bowl on the counter - it wasn't the sweet delicious sugery snack he'd been hoping for but there weren't really many options at this time of night.
"Those two just had to come up with the brillant idea of trying to fit paintballing weaponry to the jumpers so they could have a mini dog fight." Rodney muttered to himself as he exited the kitchen making a mental note of possible suspects.
Normally for something like this the first people to come to mind would have been Duke and Xander, but since they'd been in the Jumper Bay with him the whole time and the cookie jar had been full at lunch, Rodney was forced to do some series thinking on this one. Whoever it was had better watch their back because when Rodney found them boy were they in for it.
A/N2: Hope you all liked that. I had a small plot bunny for this running around forever and just had to get it out. Sorry that it's short my muse just doesn't seem to want to coroperate with me to make it longer.