No matter how much I wish, Stargate Atlantis will never be mine, nor will Zelenka or Lorne. I wish otherwise. Be kind, please review!
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After several hours, the dye was gone! Sheppard never thought that he would feel this raw ever. He felt like whatever Carson had used, had taken a layer of skin off. He wondered idly who was doing all of the pranks. He was going to go back to his quarters when he heard his name called out.
"Sheppard!"
John didn't look back. He knew who it was. "Yes, Rodney?"
"He got me again!!" Rodney was fuming. "No one has been hit twice before!"
John turned to look at him. He was shiny, shiny all over. Sheppard fought the urge to laugh. "What happened to you?"
"Stop smiling, this isn't funny. I just was walking along, minding my own business, and wham; I was covered in melted butter! I could have been hurt. The bucket could have fallen."
"But you weren't," John responded. "And it didn't fall and kill you."
McKay was about to respond when they heard a very piercing scream. It sounded like a little girl screaming. Sheppard and McKay took off running.
When they rounded a corner, they saw Kavanaugh standing there covered in chocolate syrup. It was dripping off his long hair that he had apparently taken down for some reason. The man was angry, no, he was furious.
"I am going to kill him!" He stomped up to McKay. "You did this, don't deny it, I know you did it just to humiliate me." His face was turning redder and redder.
Rodney took a step back. "I didn't do anything to you. You are just paranoid. Besides, you don't need my help with that. You do fine on your own!"
Kavanaugh turned to walk away when they all heard a strange sound. Then a flurry of feathers came out of one of the panels. Kavanaugh was covered in feathers. He turned and looked at Sheppard and McKay.
"I will get you for this, just you wait and see."
Rodney waved at him as he walked away. "Let me know when it happens. I don't want to miss it."
Rodney was grinning, and John was smiling himself. "He looks like a giant chicken. Do you suppose that was recorded?"
"Let's find out." John said.
They turned to see Zelenka standing behind them. "That was good," he said. He turned to John. "Can I speak to you?"
"Sure," John says. "What do you need?"
Rodney continued to stand next to Sheppard. "In private, Rodney," Sheppard said.
Rodney looked annoyed. "Since you don't need me, I will check to see if that was recorded." He walked away mumbling to himself.
"I still have no idea who is doing it, but there are a few people that we can discount."
That wasn't what John wanted to hear. "Ok, who?" He knew he sounded annoyed, but he didn't care.
Radek pushed his glasses back up on his nose and folded his arms. "You sound like Rodney. I am supposed to be helping you; I am not your punching bag." He glared at John.
John took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then, released it. "Sorry, this whole thing is driving me nuts."
Zelenka patted him on the shoulder. "That is alright. We all would like to know who this is." Radek looked at Sheppard over his glasses. "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, I do feel better. Sorry, please continue. What have you found out?"
Zelenka pulled out his tablet and showed the list he been working on.
"Interesting, no?" Radek asked. He had a big smile.
"Yes, it is very interesting." John replied. "Now, what to do about it?"
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If you have someone that you want to see hit, let me know and I will work them in.