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They walked down the corridor towards Rodney's lab. John was stopped by a young marine.
"Sir?" The young man handed him a note. "Rodney, I will meet you there."
"Right-o," Rodney said, and did a double snap as headed the last few yards to his lab.
John was briefly skimming the note when he heard a girlish scream coming from the direction of Rodney's lab. Sheppard took off running. It only took him a moment to arrive. The first thing he saw, was Rodney's pale face as the scientist backed out of the lab. Sheppard looked in past Rodney, who was still backing away from the room. Lemons were everywhere! Crates of lemons were stacked everywhere, and covered most of the room in the lab. John pushed Rodney gently out of the way. As he shifted one of the crates, a couple of lemons fell. Rodney jumped as they each hit the floor. Sheppard walked over to Rodney, grabbed him by the arm and walked him to the infirmary.
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John was walking down a corridor after getting Rodney to the infirmary.
"John."
Sheppard could hear Elizabeth calling his name. He slowed down so she could catch up. "How is Rodney?"
"Carson said he would be all right. He just needed some time."
"John, this has to stop."
Sheppard grimaced. He knew it hade to stop, he was just at a loss as to how to stop it. "I know Elizabeth. I just..."
John was cut off by an angry shout. The two took off at a swift jog.
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Teyla was standing in the doorway of her quarters. She was soaking wet. Water dripped off her long fingers, and down her hair, which was now clumping together because of the water. She looked up as John and Elizabeth came running up.
"Someone will die for this!" She shook water off and marched into her quarters.
John and Elizabeth looked at each other as the door closed. "I think she took that pretty well."
Elizabeth grimaced. "I still wouldn't want to be the person if she catches up to him."
"Or her." John smirked.
Elizabeth glared at John. "I will be in my office. Let me know when you catch the person." She then turned and walked away.
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John went by Rodney's lab just in time for the last crate to be removed. Lorne didn't look happy. Sheppard had left him in charge of the removal.
"Any problems in moving them."
Lorne wiped the sweat from his face. "No sir. Someone stole them from the mess. They were happy to get them back."
Sheppard crossed his arms. "I wonder what they wanted all of those lemons for."
Evan smirked. "They use them to keep McKay from finding the good stuff. They found that he won't even dig through them, even after they tell him what was in the crates, other than the lemons."
Sheppard's eyebrows went up. "What would they put in there? It would have to be good."
Evan smiled. "Chocolate mostly. The good stuff. Not that waxy American crap."
John raised his eyebrows at that.
"I was raised eating European chocolate. Swiss, German all good stuff. America chocolate has wax in it to, I guess, keep it from melting, help it last longer? I don't know, but it just doesn't taste the same."
John leaned over. "Have you heard anything?"
"Nothing concrete sir. Mostly just rumor and guesses."
John nodded at the lab, which was now empty. After door shut, Evan gave his report. "Most people think it is more than one person. As to who, the rumors differ. Someone was even thinking Ronon and Teyla."
John smiled at that thought. "I don't think they are involved. Do they even know what a practical joke is?"
Lorne shrugged. "I don't know, but I have to agree, I don't think it is them."
They walked out and headed for the command tower. As they walked, a pair of purple scientists walked by. Sheppard and Lorne turned and looked at the men, who continued walking without noticing the stares they were getting.
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Shortly before they reached the tower, Sheppard got a call.
"Zelenka to Sheppard."
Sheppard tapped his earpiece. "Sheppard here."
"I need to speak to you. Can you come to the mess hall?"
Sheppard and Lorne looked at each other. "Sure Doc. I will be right there." He closed the link. "Care to come and see what he wants?"
Lorne shrugged. "Sure. I could use the chance for food."
They headed to the mess hall. It only took them a few minutes to get there. Zelenka was waiting. He adjusted his glasses as they walked up to them. He had a tablet in his hands.
"What's up Doc?"
Zelenka looked confused.
"Nothing. Just a movie reference."
Radek waved it off. "I found something."
Lorne dropped the pudding cup he was holding. "Is that good?"
Zelenka gave him a dirty look and adjusted his glasses again. Sheppard noticed. "Glasses a little big?"
"Yes, and wrong prescription. Gives me headache." He took them off and rubbed his eyes.
Sheppard felt for the man. He might not know what it was like to need glasses, but he knew pain. "You know Rodney is sorry about that."
"Yes. He say so many times, but does he help me out, no. I do all my work and more."
Sheppard winced. That was aimed at him. "Sorry Doc. I can get someone else to help."
Zelenka shook his head. "No, I get others to help with work."
"That's good to hear."
"I found a trap that hadn't been set off."
Sheppard stared and Lorne's spoon stopped at his lips.
"It was in the jumper bay. Open the doors and, poof, everyone in command tower covered with itching powder." Zelenka took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I am having it cleaned up now. They don't like the suits, but better than itching."
John was amazed. That was a near miss. A team was supposed to take a jumper out the next morning. "Is that all you found?"
Zelenka smiled. "No, I know who did the pranks."
Yes, I know I am evil, but I live for it! I might end this in a chapter or two. I just don't know…yet.
I also like European chocolate better. Some American chocolate tastes like it is made of wax.