Disclaimer: Neither Stargate: Atlantis nor the characters from the show are the property of the authors, nor do the authors make any profit from this story. It is strictly for entertain purposes only.

Author's Note: Many of you have asked for more John/Allie stories, so here it is, the next installment. However, this one is much lighter, as well as being co-written by the other half of PyroDragon2006, my beta, Cindy. So, on behalf of the sisters Pyro, read and enjoy.

Organized Chaos

Chapter 1: The Proposition

John's POV

I was bored. Very, very bored. Not even the food was that interesting anymore, since we hadn't been able to find many new trading partners lately. Go on a mission to another backwater world, scout the gate, come home, write a mission report, train with Ronon or Teyla... I could do it in my sleep by now. In fact, none of the teams had encountered much excitement recently. People were getting careless, and that could get someone killed. Only I didn't know what to do about it at the moment. A carefully cleared throat made me glance up to find Dr. Radek Zelenka, food tray in hand, nodding toward the empty seat across from me.

"Do you mind, Colonel Sheppard?"

"No, of course not, Dr. Z. I see you managed to escape Rodney in one piece today."

A relieved sigh. "Yes. He is being... McKay squared lately. You are hogging all the artifacts, Radek. You are doing this wrong, Radek. You are Czech idiot, Radek. It is enough to make me wish for trouble to occupy him. He has Dr. Ramerez in tears yesterday. Again!"

I couldn't help chuckling softly, recalling many a mission where I wanted to apply duct tape to McKay's mouth. The man had the social skills of a rhinoceros. Then again, so had Bobby Sikes...

"Ya know what this reminds me of? My senior year in high school, we had this obnoxious guy, real know-it-all, in the class. We also had a tradition of pulling a practical joke on the last day of school. Each senior class would try to outdo the class before them. So... That year, we got a bunch of us together, hoisted one guy up above our heads with paint on his shoes. He walked along the ceiling toward an unused classroom. Then one of us went and got the jerk, asked him to explain these mysterious prints on the ceiling..."

My companion, who had begun perking up at the start of my tale, grinned wickedly, pushing his glasses back up on his nose.

"And what else did you do to him?"

"Well...in the classroom the prints led to was a big bucket of glue above the door and a tripwire connected to a fan with feathers in front of it... The guy walked around for the rest of the day looking like an overgrown turkey. The history teacher used it as an example of modern tar and feathering. They never figured out who did it, so nobody could be punished..."

"And you are thinking this might be a good lesson for our own know-it-all?"

At the sly grin on the Czech's face, I began to have some rather nasty thoughts circling through my own head. I actually hadn't been thinking of doing anything like that to Rodney at all, mostly because he was almost sure to figure out it was me. What I had been going for was a smile out of my table mate. Now it looked like I might have accidentally cooked Rodney's goose. Better head this one off before it got out of hand.

"Actually, Radek, I was just-"

A sharp hand gesture cut me off. "I have better idea, Colonel, but not here. Bring your coffee."

The slightly dumpy looking scientist quickly gathered his barely touched tray, throwing it out and hurrying off, leaving me no choice but to follow. Truth be told, I was intrigued to know just what the man had up his sleeve. His eyes were lit up like a child's on Christmas morning. After a couple of quick turns to ensure that no one was around, he led me out onto one of Atlantis' balconies.

"Radek..."

"Rodney is bored, yes?"

"Well, yeah. We all are. I was thinking of popping some home made fire crackers behind the marines in the gun range just to make them react to something not routine."

"No, no, I have something much better for Rodney and your military. We will pull some pranks, make them look over their shoulders, not know what is coming. If we go after many, Rodney will not know who it was, yes?"

Now, that was dirty, mean, sneaky, somewhat unethical... I loved it!

"I'll do you one better. We make it a contest to see which one of us can pull the best pranks on the most people. But..." I held up a warning finger. "If you get caught, you lose."

I could see him thinking about it for a long moment, then the grin started up again. "Agreed. What is bet? Must clean other's room and do their laundry for a week?"

"Naw... How about you lose, Ronon gets to teach you to accurately fire a gun. I lose, I light up whatever you want in the lab for a week."

"I accept. I will see you in my lab, Colonel."

"Don't bet on it."

Someone's POV

The problem was, neither of them saw me also enjoying the view from the balcony, just around the corner. I grinned, all sorts of nasty ideas swirling around in my head. So those two thought that Atlantis could use a little livening up? I would give them lively. Besides, if they thought they were proving who the king of the Atlantis jokers was, they were just begging to be proved wrong. It was a challenge I couldn't resist.

With a soft laugh, I followed the other two back to the mess hall, though I was careful to circle around from another direction when we got close. Collecting a tray, I sat down, watching as the other two spoke for a while longer before the colonel got up to get desert and Dr. Zelenka was called back to the lab by Rodney McKay. Seeing my opportunity, I wasted no time in brushing casually by the table. No one paid any attention. Perfect. Refilling my coffee, I returned to my own table to wait, pretending to be deeply absorbed in work. With a sigh, the pilot sat back down, picked up the sugar to sweeten his coffee- and the lid promptly fell off, filling his cup with the stuff. The man glared at the door where his companion had just disappeared and I smiled, satisfied.

Let the games begin!

Author's Note: Our unknown player will hereafter be known as Prankster. The challenge to all of you is... figure out who it is before we reveal the answer at the end! Leave us a review with your guess and the reasoning, if you get it right, we'll give you a walk-in! Good luck! The sisters Pyro.