A/N: More mischief. This one is a bit slow, but I promise that the last one will be up sometime this week. Enjoy! Again, thanks to my beta Mel.

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Chapter II: Phase 2

Ford was walking in direction of his room. He wanted a shower, dinner and an early night. Being around the Major was an exhausting ordeal; not because Ford was doing much, but because he expected that any minute the Major was going to forget about the friendly game and hit him with one of his crutches.

A couple of times it seemed that way to Ford, especially when the Hail Mary play was coming up; suspiciously one of the Major's crutches flew very close to Ford's head, as Major Sheppard jumped up on the couch excited about the play. Ford knew that the Major liked football, but how many times had he seen this tape? The excitement should've worn off after a couple of times.

As he walked aimlessly, Ford took a left and stumbled into McKay, who in turn, was looking a bit stressed. "Lieutenant Ford, I was looking for you."

Ford kept walking in the direction of his room, "What is it, Doc?"

"Has Major Sheppard talked to you today?

Ford stopped, "Yeah... I was with him just now, watching the football tape."

McKay frowned, "Really? And did he said anything about... you know... what we did?"

Ford nodded and replied, "I apologized to him. He said it was nothing, and then he invited me to the rec room."

"That's weird."

"Kind of, yeah. But he was acting very cool about it too."

Rodney scratched his head, "That can't be right. You know how he reacted."

Now it was Ford's time to frown, "Do you think he's planning something?"

Rodney crossed his arms around his chest, "Maybe… but he's difficult to read sometimes."

They stayed silent for a moment, and Rodney continued, "Have you seen him speaking with anyone he doesn't usually talk to?"

Ford shook his head, "No, and please stop it. You're making me paranoid."

Rodney started to pace back and forth, "Sorry. Maybe I'm just paranoid myself. But just let me know if something happens or if you see something."

"McKay, stop it!"

McKay massaged his forehead and replied, "Ok, talk to you later."

Seeing McKay walk away, Ford started thinking about what the doctor had said. Even if the Major was still angry, Ford didn't believe him to be a man who would take nasty revenge. And with that thought Ford walked into his room.

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John was still waiting for McKay in the Mess Hall. There was no food tray on his table, only a water jar and his glass. Phase 2 was about to begin and he didn't wanted to leave the table, at least until McKay arrived. The trap was set; he only needed the little mice to come crawling. He looked at his glass and sipped some water. Suddenly out of nowhere someone walked past, behind him and placed a bottle of ketchup on the table. The bottle had a post-it note stuck to it. John looked around and Stella was walking out of the mess hall.

John took the note in his hands and read the note; Give it to McKay. Happy hunting! He pocketed the note. John stared at the bottle utterly confused; they had already set out the plan for McKay. Before he could figure it out, McKay sat in front of him.

"Major."

John smiled, "Rodney." he started playing with the ketchup bottle, "I've been waiting for you for almost an hour."

Rodney gave him a sarcastic smile, "Of course, I was just playing around in my lab so I could eat this late. Some of us have to work Major."

"Yeah... sure."

Rodney eyed him suspiciously and started eating. Absentmindedly, John opened the ketchup bottle and dripped a bit of sauce onto his finger. Once he licked it, he regretted it, his tongue felt as if it was on fire, and it spread to his throat. Trying to remain calm, John coughed and drank the sip of water left in his glass. He couldn't take more, if he did, the plan might get ruined. He coughed again.

Rodney stared at John, "Are you ok?"

John swallowed and replied, "I'm ok. I just have this" -John pointed to his throat- "tickle."

Rodney moved to take the water jar, "Want some more water?"

John shook his head, "Nah, I'm ok." Then he took his crutches and stood up, "Well, it's late. I'm tired. Have a good night Rodney."

Rodney waved his hand and moved to pick the ketchup bottle.

John walked as quickly as he could with the crutches. Once he was at the exit door, he turned to look at Rodney. The man was pulling a face, as if he was having a heart attack. Then he saw Rodney reach for the water jar. John continued walking out as he heard Rodney coughing desperately, probably as he tried to drink as much water as possible.

John knew he had to thank Stella. The hot sauce was a nice touch. Because even if Rodney blamed him for the sauce, there is no way Rodney would know that there was a strong laxative in the water on the jar.