A/N: I'm holding off on the having babies routine for some lighter fun. It won't be at all realistic.

"They're called air-soft guns!" John protested. He was referring to the rather large crate now resting in Elizabeth's office. Inside it were many orange tipped weapons and many canisters of air-soft 6mm pellet ammunition. He couldn't understand why Elizabeth was so flaming mad about his purchase.

It said on the box, Colonel John Sheppard, Atlantis Expedition, Cheyenne Mountain Complex. It had found its way onto the Daedalus and back to Atlantis. He prided himself on that small achievement. The last time they'd dialed Earth, he'd quickly connected to Cheyenne Mountain's wireless network and made the purchase using his rather expansive bank account.

"I can't have you running around with these things!" Elizabeth replied.

"Why not?" He said, exasperated. "They can't do any harm to anybody." He pulled one of the guns out of the box; it looked surprisingly like his P90.

"John, put that…"

He handed it to her. "Come on, shoot me!" He quickly grabbed a mask from inside and pulled it over his head. "Come on!"

Elizabeth tentatively pulled the trigger. She missed. The pellet bounced under John's legs and into the wall. It then rebounded and shot around the room before finally stopping at her feet.

"See, no damage." He pulled the mask off. "Now will you please let me take my stuff back to my room?"

Elizabeth dumped the weapon, none to gently, back into the crate and let out an exasperated sigh. "Just don't let me see them again."

John flashed her his most mischievous grin, and then dragged the crate out of her office.

XXX

After some difficulty getting the crate down the control room steps and into the transporter, he reached his room, or more appropriately, his and Teyla's room. She greeted him with a smile as he pulled the crate into the room. He dragged it to a corner.

He pulled her into a quick embrace as he crossed the room. "How's the little one inside you doing?" He asked.

Teyla was not yet two months pregnant. She did even really show any signs of being pregnant. They both new better. She pulled him down to her level and kissed him passionately. "I believe that he, or she, is doing fine." Teyla smiled.

They both sat in silence for a moment. Teyla sat in his lap and leaned against his chest. "What is in the crate?" Teyla asked.

John tried to look innocent for a second, and then stood up. "See for yourself." He pulled the top off the crate and motioned for her to look inside.

After examining the crate, Teyla raised an eyebrow at him. "Why would we need all these weapons in our room?"

"They're not weapons, they're toys." He pulled the gun that Elizabeth had fired and pulled the clip off. Immediately, air-soft pellets began to fall out and bounce around on the floor. "Crap!" John planted his thumb in the spot where the pellets were falling out. "They're called air-soft guns."

Teyla motioned to all the multi-color pellets rolling and bounce all over their room. "These guns fire those color balls."

"They're called pellets, but yeah. It's a game."

"And how does this game work?"

"Well… we set up some teams, and then some rules… then we find a place to play and we fight each other."

"With these guns."

"Yeah. The worst that can happen is that you get a nasty welt." He pulled out the masks. "That's why we have these. They protect your eyes and most of your face."

Teyla fixed him with a sly grin. "This could be fun."

"Told you it would be." He began pulling the guns from the box. "Now let's get to organizing them."

"Is that what the shelf is for?" Teyla asked, pointing to the shelf that he'd gotten last week.

"It sure is." He laughed. Now if he could just get enough players.

A/N: Like I said, these next few chapters will be incredibly light-hearted, maybe some scientist versus military air-soft rompage. I know, I've kinda lost the whole "Not Just An Argument" concept, but that's what you get when you (as in the reviewers) turn this from a one-shot to a it won't stop fic.