Wednesday was a bit frantic for Carson since he had been put in charge of dinner the next day just the night before. No mention of the fight was brought up and Carson was more than thankful especially since Kayla brought up that both times the city had been burnt down, it was because of someone in the Wraith family.

"Rodney, what does a person make for Thanksgiving?" he asked Wednesday morning, since he had no clue what was traditional.

"Normally, there is turkey, some cranberry sauce, stuffing, potatoes, and various disgusting vegetable dishes. But I only experienced this when I went to John's house for Thanksgiving."

"You never celebrated it? But you've been here for over ten years."

"My parents are not cooks. They know this. They didn't want to have to make a huge dinner that would be disgusting. And the fact that they aren't American was just the perfect excuse."

"So, what should we have then? I can't cook a turkey."

"It's your dinner. You can make it however you want. Radek told me that one year his family had spaghetti."

"But isn't he from the Czech Republic?"

"Yeah. That was their first year here. I think they also did that last year as well. So, you can make whatever you want."

Carson thought for a moment. "You are going to be coming shopping with me for the food I need, right?"

Rodney shrugged. "I've got nothing better to do."

Carson mock glared at him before grabbing a piece of paper and a pen to start his list of things he would need.

Half an hour later they were walking into the madhouse that was the local Safeway. Two hours later, they were walking out.

"I should kill you for dragging me along into that," commented Rodney as they loaded the groceries into the back of the car.

"But you won't because you love me," replied Carson without batting an eyelash.

"Well, and all this food looks really good and I want to have a chance to eat what I risked my life for."

Carson rolled his eyes as he got into the car. When Rodney got back from returning the cart, he said, "You exaggerate way to much. Your life was never at stake." He paused as he pulled out. "Body parts maybe."

Rodney woke up the next day to an empty bed. He slowly sat up and looked around for where Carson could have gotten to. Then he looked at the clock and saw that it was eleven in the morning. 'Probably already up,' thought Rodney as he layback down for a few more minutes.

When he finally emerged twenty minutes later, he was a little surprised to see Carson already cooking in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

Carson looked up. "Morning, luv. What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked as he put a pie in the oven.

"Baking. But it's eleven thirty in the morning. Why are you baking these now?"

"So they'll be done and I can focus on making dinner later."

Rodney still had a confused look on his face, but that could be due to the fact that he hadn't had coffee yet and it took him a little longer to make sense of things when he first got up. He was very relieved when Carson placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

"Here, I know how you can't think without it," teased Carson.

Rodney glared at him but it really didn't have any effect since it was half assed. He took sip and then sighed. "Thanks." He looked around. "Where's everyone?"

"Kayla is still sleeping. Mum and Aunt Mary went out to the community center to help with the lunch there."

Rodney took another sip. "Are you going to need any help?"

Carson shook his head. "Nah, I should be alright." Carson looked over at Rodney. "Besides, I know how much you hate to cook."

Rodney glanced at Carson over his coffee mug. "Who said I was talking about the cooking?"

Carson just smiled and leaned over the counter to give him a kiss. "Maybe later."

For the next few hours, Carson worked on making different parts of their dinner with Rodney sitting at the counter offering 'helpful' hints and occasionally helping when Carson needed an extra hand. And to Rodney's disappointment, not the helpful hand he was hoping it would be.

"Oh, something smells good," Peg said as her and Mary walked in at about four in the afternoon. When she went to lift a towel, Carson slapped her on her hand.

"Not yet. It'll be ready in an hour."

"He hasn't even let me try anything yet," Rodney said from his spot at the counter.

"What are you blathering about? You've had tastes of pretty much everything!"

"But I had to sneak them."

"You didn't sneak them very well if he knows about it," Mary said with a smile.

"Well, you should see him when he gets a little annoyed," Rodney said. "His eyes flash…"

"Rodney!" yelled Carson.

"What?"

"As much as I would love to hear about my nephew's attractiveness when he is annoyed," started Mary. "I think I'll just take a wee little nap. Where's Kayla?"

"She's on the computer talking to her da," Carson said as he checked something in the oven. "I'll call everyone when dinner's ready."

Peg raised her hands. "I can tell when we're not wanted." She gave Carson and Rodney a kiss on the cheek and went into her room.

"I'm gonna talk to Kayla and then have me lie down," said Mary as she headed towards the den.

Rodney stared at his boyfriend as he fussed around the kitchen. "Need any help?"

"No. Everything just needs to finish cooking," he answered as he sat down next to Rodney.

Rodney immediately attached his mouth to Carson's neck. "That's nice," moaned Carson.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," Rodney whispered into Carson's ear. "How much time do we have?"

"Probably not enough," he answered as a timer went off.

"Damn."

A half hour later the table was set and the last of the food was being placed upon it. While Rodney went into change, Carson told everyone that dinner was up. Afterwards, he went in to get changed himself.

"Should I wear my blue or green sweater?" asked Rodney as Carson came into the room.

Carson didn't answer, but came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I rather like what you have on right now," he whispered before he kissed his bare shoulder.

"I don't think your mother would appreciate me coming to dinner without a shirt on," he answered as he gave Carson a kiss.

"On second thought, you'd better wear the blue one. I don't want anyone else seeing this." Carson then ran his hands up Rodney's chest.

"Do we really have to go out to dinner?"

"I would think you would want to eat what you risked your life for yesterday and what I've been tempting you with all day."

Rodney turned around and gave Carson a quick but passionate kiss. "Can we fool around tonight?"

Carson smiled. "I've you behave."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'd have to think about it wouldn't I?" he asked as he pulled away and got changed.

"You could tempt a saint," Rodney casually commented as he pulled his sweater over his head.

"Then it's a good thing you're not a saint, isn't it?" said Carson as he pulled on his own grey sweater.

"Remind me again why we have to dress nice for this?" Rodney asked as he lay down on the bed.

"This is me and me family's first Thanksgiving. Mum wants it to be nice."

There was a knock on the door. "Carson? Rodney, are you two going to be gracing us with your presence?"

Carson opened the door to reveal Kayla on the other side. "We were just about to join you."

"Aunt Peg was wondering," she said with a smirk.

"Come on Rodney, don't wanna waste all that good food, now do we?"

Rodney got up with a groan and followed the cousins to the table where Peg and Mary were waiting for them.

"Carson, luv, you really out did yourself," Peg commented as he sat down. "This is lovely."

Carson smiled as he said, "Well, help yourself."

It was then everyone for themselves. Between the salmon, pesto pasta, garlic bread, salad, and vegetable mix, there was also the wine to fight over.

"There's more wine in the kitchen," said Peg, as the Kayla and Rodney were about to argue over the last of the second bottle.

Kayla and Rodney looked at each other for a second before Rodney sighed and said, "I'll get it."

"I'd bring two out!" Peg called after him.

"Don't forget to save room for desert," Carson said, when everyone was almost done.

They stared at him. "You tell us this now?" asked Kayla.

"Couldn't we eat that later? Much later?" asked Rodney. "And isn't John coming over later to take part in the desert?"

"Aye, but there's a lot."

"How much did you make?" asked Peg.

"Well, there's a pumpkin pie since John said you had to have that at Thanksgiving. There is also an apple pie for Rodney, Granny's pudding cake," he started.

"Ooo, I love that!" squealed Kayla. "I want a copy of the recipe before we leave!"

"I'll get if for you after dinner," he said. "Uh, there is also a berry cobbler and strawberry shortcake."

"It's almost like it's another meal," Mary commented. "You might have to invite more of your friends over."

"I think Teyla and Elizabeth said they might stop by if their parents would let them for a bit," commented Carson.

"Is that why you made so much?" asked Rodney.

Carson shook his head. "I made the apple pie for you, the pumpkin for John, the berry cobbler is for mum, the strawberry shortcake is for Aunt Mary, and the pudding cake is for Kayla."

"What did you make for yourself?" asked Peg.

"I thought I'd steal a bit for everyone," he said as he ducked his head.

"From our plates, no doubt," Rodney commented as he squeezed Carson's thigh.

"It wouldn't be stealing if he didn't," Kayla answered.

After they had all cleaned up and put away the leftovers, they settled in the living room where they watched Star Wars.

"I have to say thanks that you are not following tradition and watching some Christmas movie," Rodney said as the movie was starting.

"We don't actually like a lot of the Christmas movies," Carson answered.

"Good. Then we can be in torment together when Elizabeth forces us to watch them later."

John had perfect timing as he rang the doorbell just as the movie ended.

"John, glad you could make it," said Carson as he let him in.

"My family was driving me nuts. Very glad to get away."

"Just in time for pie," Rodney told John as he entered the kitchen.

"Pumpkin?" he asked.

"And apple, and berry cobbler, and strawberry shortcake, and some sort of pudding cake," answered Rodney.

"Wow, were you expecting an army?"

"No, he just made everyone there own," Rodney answered as he gave Carson a kiss.

"I couldn't decide what to make!" Carson answered as he tried to defend himself.

"Don't worry about it, luv. Ye did grand," Peg said as she helped herself to some berry cobbler.

"Are Elizabeth and Teyla coming?" asked John as he dug into his pumpkin pie. "This is really good!"

"Thanks. They said they might try to stop by," answered Carson as he took a bite of Rodney's apple pie.

"Why don't you get your own plate?"

"He's stealing from everyone else. Hey, not so big of bites!" answered Kayla.

"When did you have time to make all of this?" asked John.

"He was up very early," answered Rodney.

Carson decided to ignore his boyfriend and steal more of his pie. "How has your holiday been?" he asked John.

John shrugged. "Same old, same old. My grandparents came over and started fussing over Josh, showing off pictures of Nicole, and generally ignoring me. How has your day been?"

"I finally got to sleep in past ten," Rodney replied.

Just then the doorbell rang. "Elizabeth and Teyla?" asked John.

"Aye!" Carson answered from the door as he let their friends in.

"Do you still have any desert or has Rodney eaten it all?" Elizabeth asked as they entered the kitchen.

"I don't think Rodney could eat all of this in one day even if he wanted to," John answered.

Upon seeing the amount of desert on the counter, Teyla asked, "Are you expecting the anyone else? Like the rest of the cast?"

"Uh, no," Carson answered as he blushed and grabbed two plates. "Help yourself."

The rest of the evening passed by very quickly. It was close to midnight before John, Elizabeth, and Teyla left. And even though they each departed with leftovers, the only desert that was completely gone was the strawberry shortcake.

"I think that was the best Thanksgiving I've ever had," Rodney commented, as he and Carson were getting ready for bed.

"Really?"

Rodney nodded. "Good food, people I like, what's not to like?

"Mmm," Carson mumbled as he wrapped his arms around Rodney before he could put a pajama top on.

"Are we wanting to start something?" asked Rodney as Carson started to help him out of the pants he had just put on.

"And you're not?"

"I've been trying to get into your pants all day! But you had to go and be very focused on your cooking!"

"Well, now I'm very focused on you." And Carson then proceeded to demonstrate how focused he was.