SGA at Buffet

I do not own stargate.

John Sheppard rolled his eyes as Rodney looked all around at different items on the buffet table. "Ew…no, I don't like those…Oh God! Lemon!" the scientist barked, reeling back in disgust. Sheppard looked innocently around at the many glances and stares McKay had attracted.

"McKay!"

"Co-nel?" asked McKay, currently stuffing his face with bacon.

"Shut up." provided Ronon, scooping some potatoes onto his plate. "You're making us look bad."

McKay scoffed, nearly spitting out chunks of chewed up bacon on everyone. "Oh, jeez, Rodney!" moaned Sheppard, finally reaching the table. The family next to them consisted of a young girl, maybe four or five, and her parents.

"Hi!" she squeaked, smiling happily. Rodney coughed loudly.

"How come he gets all the women but I get stuck with the little kids?" Rodney wondered aloud, catching Teyla's disapproving glare.

"I'm not a little kid!" the girl corrected.

"Like hell you're not…"

"McKay!" scolded Elizabeth, putting her fork down forcefully. The child's mother looked deeply offended. She gave McKay an angry glare that only a mother could muster.

Sheppard stepped on the scientist's foot under the table. Hard. "Ow!" hissed McKay, kicking out with one of his feet. He hit Ronon.

"Whose foot…"

"Gentlemen." Elizabeth said calmly. Everyone fell silent and turned toward her. Sheppard blinked innocently. "You're acting like a bunch of babies!"

"Babies!" added the young girl.

"You little…!"

"Shut up, ye bloody git!" hissed Carson, elbowing Rodney in the ribs.

"Don't poke me!"

"Don't be a stupid baby!"

"Stupid baby!" giggled the child. Rodney sputtered and opened and closed his mouth, getting red in the face. Finally, finding nothing he could possibly say, he put down his fork, waggled his finger forcefully inside of Carson's glass of cranberry juice, and stalked off.

"Hey!" cried the doctor indignantly, looking disgustedly into his glass.

There was an uncomfortable silence.

"So!" said Sheppard happily, breaking the oppressive atmosphere. "Who's up for the beach?"

"ME!" squealed the girl.