I believe that I forgot to disclaim ownership of everything except for Jesse and Flip the first time around.

I tried warning that the plot bunnies were leading away from the kitchen. Don't want to wear it out too much. Now they're eventually going to lead off planet.

Oh, I've read so many SGA fics that I can't remember if Kavanaugh's exploding toilet was in the show or in a fic. If it's just in fics, thank dr. dredd.

Who's Up Second?

Once Ronon had left, Flip accused Jesse, "You were flirting with him!"

"What! No I wasn't! We were simply playing cat & mouse. .. Well, I was at least."

Flip picked up one of the jars to carry back to the kitchen and asked, "Well, which one are you? The cat or the mouse? Because if he's the cat, I don't want to be around the next time ya'll 'play'. He's to damn big for him to mistake me for another mouse also."

"Well, I'm the cat if it's any consolation."

"Have you told him that? Because he looks like a big ol' lion ready to eat something." Flip said snidely.

Jesse made a face at him, and said, "Just take that to the kitchen. We'll try it after evening chow."

"Yeah, yeah. That is unless I run into someone that makes me a better offer. Like that gorgeous redheaded private in Communications. She keeps asking if we have any chocolate. I think Stackhouse gave her some of your cookies."

Laughing, Jesse shoved Flip out of the door, "Go on, git! I'll finish up here." Watching him round the corner for a moment, she shook her head still laughing and returned to putting the room back, totally missing Colonel Sheppard and Dr. Zelanka rounding the opposite end of the hall.

"Rodney has pinpointed the strange power fluctuations as being on this hallway Colonel." Radek said fiddling with his data pad.

"Well that narrows it down." Sheppard said grumpily as he looked down the long hallway. His frown turned upside as he saw Jesse exit a room. "Of course that narrows it down even further." He said as he caught the guilty look on her face. Sheppard smirked at Radek happily as they walked up to her. "Sgt. Braddock. Aren't you supposed to be in the kitchen right now? Evening chow is soon."

Sgt. Jesse Braddock quickly snapped to attention, drilled off a textbook salute and tried to look innocent as the Colonel stopped in front of her. "Sir?"

"Aren't you supposed to be preparing evening chow?"

"It's all prep work right now sir. I won't be needed for another hour or so. ..Privileges of being in charge."

"An hour or so? That doesn't sound very efficient." Dr. Zelenka commented.

Jesse smiled at him and said wryly, "Cooking isn't an exact science doctor. It requires a certain flexibility and coaxing." Giving a more gleeful grin, she continued, "Although I do try and emphasize how 'voodoo' it can be for Dr. McKay's benefit. I have a little shrine dedicated to some Hindi goddess in the kitchen where he can see it. It gives him absolute fits."

Radek laughed at that while Colonel Sheppard rolled his eyes. "Yes, Ha Ha. You wouldn't by any chance know of any power outages in this area, that you have no business being in at all, do you?" He asked blandly. "Like say in this room?" He continued as he stepped around Jesse to enter. After entering, he had to slap the light panel a few times to get the lights to finally flicker on.

Dr. Zelenka whistled at the elaborate set up in the room. Colonel Sheppard however didn't look at all surprised as he asked, "Are you making alcohol in here?"

"What! No, no of course not. That would be against regulations. Besides Dr. Beckett would have a fit, and go on about how homemade alcohol can cause blindness, and stomach ulcers, and destroy your liver. He'd drag out all kinds of medical emergencies to get his point across. And by then, no one would remember what it was. Including him. I would not want to be the cause of the poor man to have a fit. .. I'll leave that up to you and Dr. McKay sir."

Sheppard threw her an irritated look. "Oh really? Then what is that?" He asked sarcastically pointing at the still on the far side of the room.

"Oh that? Hum, well, it's a historically accurate re-creation. Some one asked what a still looked like, so I built one to my grandfather's specs. .. He used to be a bootlegger. But I can assure you that it is for display purposes only. .. Honest." She babbled, crossing her fingers behind her back.

Dr. Zelenka examined it and said with a smile, " A very accurate re-creation. It looks to be in perfect working order. I congratulate you."

Now Colonel Sheppard threw him an irritated look before pointing opposite of the still, "And what would that be?"

"Oh that is just some supplies we accidentally 'misplaced'. Some Athosian fruit and sugar and spices we accidentally sealed up and placed in a dark climate controlled area. It really shouldn't be opened for a few weeks more. Then we'll dispose of it." Jesse said airily.

"Really? 'Misplaced accidentally' you said?"

"Of course. No other way to 'misplace' things is there? And this place is so big that I'm sure that Jimmy Hoffa would feel right at home."

Dr. Zelenka just looked confused at that statement, but the Colonel just sighed and said, "You're reaching sergeant."

"Sorry sir. My mouth does have a tendency sometimes to babble on before my brain."

"Oh, I don't know. Dr. McKay is teaching me to tune voices out, so I can't say that I've noticed that tendency yet."

"Just as long as you hear me if I scream."

"That'll have to be Ronon. He's the one with the superior hearing."

"Just my luck sir."

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing important sir."

"Alright then. I believe that the 're-creation is a little too real. Please dismantle it soon." He emphasized, then looking at the containers he continued, "And as to the other, make sure that you 'dispose' of it properly at the appropriate time. Call me so that I can witness that it has been carried out in a professional manner in keeping with the military image."

"Of course sir." Jesse agreed, her expression giving nothing away now. Both of them knew that jars of water and food coloring could easily be substituted.

"And Dr. McKay won't have any more alerts about power disruptions here will he?"

"No sir, and I have no idea at all, why there were any."

"Colonel Sheppard smiled and said, "Of course not. I'm sure that it was just a 'glitch'. That's why Dr. McKay runs so many diagnostics, to find the 'glitches'. And now that we've found this 'glitch', we'll leave and return to our regularly scheduled duties. As should you. Have a good day sergeant."

"Yes sir." Jesse replied with relief.

As they walked off, Radek commented to Sheppard, "No wonder she doesn't want any one in her kitchen except for her staff."

"How much do you want to bet that none of that stuff will be there later tonight?"

"Useful information to know who else is making alcohol."

"Well, I wouldn't try and blackmail her. She is as devious as you are. Have you seen what she feeds Kavanaugh and Bates sometimes?"

"No of course not. I was thinking more along the lines of a collaborative effort perhaps. She may not be a chemist, but she does know more about organic reactions and times than I do…." Radek's voice trailed off thoughtfully.

John just sighed and rolled his eyes skyward. "We did not come all the way out here to find you a partner in crime. ..Of course maybe she could make your rotgut taste better."

As they walked off, Jesse muttered walking the opposite way, "Note to self; find a way to bypass Dr. McKay's diagnostics."