Disclaimer: I forgot to do one for the first chapter so here goes, I don't own any of it. Really with I did, but I don't. Just plain' here
AN: You may have realised by now but this fic is going to include two OC's pretty heavily, if you don't like that/them then stop reading cos it's only going to get worse. Also, this is my first fic, so if you read and do like it then please review and say nice things, you never know it might help me to write quicker. If you don't like it, please make any review helpful, ie constructive criticism rather than flames.
Warning: Little bit of drunken talking and the occasional naughty word, again if you don't like bad language, you probably shouldn't read on. If you don't mind, then welcome to my world…
Laughter rang out along the corridors of Atlantis' living quarters, much as it did every other week. The men who lived around Kara Hopkins room had left the area a few hours before and weren't planning on returning until the small hours of the morning when the women that had congregated in Kara's room had left.
It was a routine that had been established long before Kara had arrived on Atlantis; it started as girl's poker night and in the years since had evolved into something more. They still played poker every other week in one of the unused meeting rooms a few floors down from the control room, but when they weren't gambling their chocolate supplies the girls spent a few hours together bonding over movies, alcohol and embarrassing stories about ex-boyfriends.
The film was long over and when Katie Brown had clammed up about her and Dr McKay a game of Truth or Drink had been suggested. The game worked very much like truth or dare except that instead of doing a dare if you refused to answer a question, you had to take a drink of whatever alcohol they had managed to get their hands on. This week, it was a bottle of Zelenka's finest that Alex had managed to win from Dr Winston at a game of chess.
"So Kara," Laura Cadman asked, "If you had to have sex with a man here on Atlantis, who would be the lucky guy?"
Alex and Katie giggled slightly more that they would have normally. Katie had been refusing to talk about her and McKay for the past hour and it was starting to show.
"Are we talking just one night of sex, or do you mean who would I want something serious with? Also, is this real life? Do I have to think about the consequences of sleeping with someone military or-"
"You're still thinking?" Helena Montigues asked, swaying slightly. "This woman hasn't had enough drink. I call mandatory shot,"
"Seconded," giggled Sarah Houseman, a scientist from McKay's department.
"Thirded," cried Katie, shoving the bottle of home-made booze in Kara's general direction.
"We're talking no-holes barred, no strings, no consequences fucking," Laura clarified as she poured a shot into a class for Kara.
"Oh, that's easy," Kara replied taking the shot and throwing it back, wincing as it burned slightly then settled into a fire in her stomach. "Sheppard, every time,"
"Your CO?" Laura asked. "That's kinda kinky. Would you still call him Sir?"
"Hey, you said no strings, no consequences. If that's what we're talking about then it wouldn't
matter if he's my CO," she paused for a second. "And if it meant I could get my hands on that sweet little ass of his, I'd call him anything he wants,"
Jenny Keller shook her head and poured herself a shot, quickly downing it before saying, "If I'm going to face that man in the morning, then I need to drink so much that I forget you said that,"
"Finally the girl gives it up!" Laura called, pouring another shot for Jenny. The good doctor had been reticent to drink, always saying that as head of medicine she had to be clear-headed and sober in case of emergencies. She'd also managed to be very good at diverting attention away from herself when it came to questions.
"So while Jen destroys her liver," Kara turned to Alex. "Same question. Who would you sleep with, no strings, no consequences, go!"
Alex flushed red. She mumbled something and looked at the table.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Katie asked. She was sat practically on top of Alex and was probably the only one of the women that had heard her answer.
Alex sighed and said loud enough for all the women to hear, "Major Lorne,"
Kara couldn't help it. "No, you mean my boss Major Evan Lorne?"
"Yes," Alex replied.
"The US Air Force Major, Evan Lorne?"
"Yes, can we drop it now?"
"For now," Kara said.
Alex whimpered slightly.
"And you Jen?" Laura asked, turning to the doctor who'd just finished her third shot in so many minutes.
"No one," was the reply.
"You have to," Kara told her.
"Come on," Helena asked, her accent thickening with the alcohol. "You must choose a man chica. There is a man here for you, no?"
"We live with some of the most handsome and well defined men on our planet and you don't want to sleep with any of them?" Alex asked.
Jen took another shot and said, "Ronon. I would sleep with Ronon."
Several jaws dropped.
"What?" Jen asked, pouring herself another drink.
"I had never thought of him," Kara said. "And that man is prime A-grade meat,"
"Doesn't have an ounce of fat on him," Jen added, taking the shot. "I had to do his physical a few weeks ago, it was the first time that I was tempted to abuse my position and keep him on that bed with no shirt for as long as I could get away with,"
"Too much information," Kara shouted. "I'm taking these away," she said, removing the bottle and glass from Jen's immediate area.
Laura looked at her watch and pulled herself to her feet saying, "I've got to report for duty at oh-eight-hundred tomorrow so I'm going to get some sleep,"
Laura took Katie with her and Helena and Sarah staggered out a few minutes later, holding each other up. Jen and Alex had Pj's and sleeping bags; the girls all had the next day off and so had planned a late night and sleep over as a sort of bonding exercise.
Alex and Jen had snuggled into their sleeping bags and were sat on Kara's bed, listening to a story about Kara's first boyfriend when the door chime sounded. Kara opened her door with a thought (and the use of the Ancient gene), to see Lorne stood there, still in his uniform.
He took two steps into the room and froze when he realised that Kara wasn't alone.
"I'm sorry, I saw Lieutenant Cadman trying to get Dr Brown back to her quarters a few minutes ago. I assumed that you'd finished…"
"We're having a sleep over," Jen said, sounding much happier than she had in a long time.
"Oh, well then I'll just-" he started to edge towards the door.
"What did you want Major?" Kara asked, cutting off his retreat with her words.
"Dedalus arrived a few hours early, and they've started to upload the supplies. There's something for you, I don't know what, but apparently it's big,"
"Really?" Kara asked, face frowning. "I wonder what? I wasn't aware of anything being shipped out on this run, they brought most of my stuff on the last trip,"
"Like I said, I don't know what it is, but it's down in storage area B if you want to find out?"
Kara jumped out of bed and pulled on a shirt that was lying on her chair. While it covered her to the top of her thighs, covering the small camisole top underneath, it only just covered her panties and left her legs bare.
"Come on guys, I wanna see who's playing secret santa," Kara said, bouncing slightly on her feet.
"It's nowhere near Christmas," Alex complained as she struggled out of her sleeping bag. "It's March, shouldn't it be the Easter bunny?"
"You play secret Easter bunny?" Kara asked then frowned. "That sounded kinda weird,"
"Get rid of the secret, and maybe the playing while you're at it," Jen said, heaping her own sleeping bag on Kara's bed.
"Whatever, I want to see what I've been sent,"
Five minutes and several short arguments later, they arrived at storage room B. While the current occupants of Atlantis didn't know what the room had been used for in the past, it was big enough to hold about a quarter of the supplies brought from the Milky Way by the Dedalus, so Dr Weir had assigned it and four other rooms of similar size to store their food, munitions and anything else that arrived by intergalactic ship.
Kara, in her rush, had refused to get dressed before coming to investigate the mysterious package, and so neither Jen or Alex had been given the chance to either. For Jen this wasn't such a problem; she had proper pyjama's that covered her from neck to toe. Alex on the other hand hated being constricted when she slept, so had worn a sports bra since she'd started university and her mother had stopped trying to dress her. If it was hot, she would wear a pair of shorts, when it was cold she wore cotton yoga pants. Although it wasn't freezing, she'd opted for the yoga pants when stuffing her things into a bag to take to Kara's room that night, and now she wished that she'd grabbed the t-shirt that was lying in her clean laundry pile instead of her usual bra.
Atlantis regulated the temperature pretty well, so the corridors and the storage room weren't particularly cold, but Alex was very aware of the air against her back and stomach. As they'd left Kara's room, she'd crossed her arms over her belly and not taken them away since. She just hoped that Lorne didn't notice the slight blush that stained her cheeks.
Kara, on the other hand was ecstatic. She couldn't have planned it better herself if she'd actually planned on Lorne coming to find her when the other women had left. She'd been scheming for months to try to get Lorne and Alex in the same room with as little clothing as possible and now he'd done it for her. She wasn't sure if Evan had noticed that Alex was blushing slightly (if it had been Kara with her fair skin her face would have been tomato coloured) but she did see him shooting her, and more importantly her boobs, discrete glances when he could.
They entered the room and the three women followed Lorne to the far corner were a big wooden crate was stood. The Dedalus' pilot was staring at his clip board, face screwed up with concentration.
"Davey," Kara said, "Come to make sure I get my present?"
"Kara, I have asked you not to call me that," Dave replied, avoiding the question.
"Sorry Captain I forgot. So is this it?" she asked.
Dave sighed. "Yep, this is your's. General O'Neill told me to give you this before you open it," He handed over a letter with her name on the front.
"General O'Neill?" Lorne asked. He turned on Kara, "What did you do?"
"Nothing! I've barely spoken two words to him before,"
"Then why is he writing you letters?" Lorne asked a little too snarkily for Kara's taste.
"I don't know," she replied with as much snark as she knew she could get away with.
"Well, open the letter and find out," Alex put in.
Kara ripped it open and gave the envelope to Dave who rolled his eyes and fixed it to his clip-board. "Dear Captain Hopkins," Kara began reading aloud. "It is nice to know that, after everything that has happened to the members of the Atlantis expedition in the last few months that someone had retained their sense of humour,"
"Oh god, he didn't," Alex exclaimed.
"Who didn't what?"
Kara nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Colonel Sheppard's voice behind her. She'd been so wrapped up in the note she hadn't heard him come in.
"General O'Neill," Alex said, not really explaining much.
"General O'Neill what?"
"Shh," Kara said impatiently. "We're getting to it." She continued to read from the letter. "It's nice to know that I haven't fed Carter to the wolves by recommending her for the Atlantis job, and that there's still someone to be a bit of a pain in the ass. I hope you find this requisition useful because you're not getting anything else for at least another six months. I plan to make a trip to Pegasus as soon as I know that it is up and running to see if your prediction about using it for team-building exercises is correct. In the mean time, feel free to send any other forms in that you think might require my attention, some days I need a good laugh. Regards, General Jack O'Neill,"
"Oh, god he did, didn't he," Alex mumbled, shrinking into a smaller target.
"He did what? What has General O'Neill done?" Lorne asked, looking as bewildered as Sheppard and Jen.
"You know we were given those form a month or so ago, they were for requisition or any goods or parts that we needed. We all had to fill them out so if we needed more uniforms or special weapons the IOA would get them to us,"
"Of course, they gave us those huge books of codes as well. I spent two days with that book looking up codes for spare parts for P-90's and 9mm,"
"Well, we were bored one night-" Kara started.
"Whose we?" Sheppard asked.
"Me and Alex and Chuck, but I was the one who filled out the form,"
"Filled it out to say what?"
"We looked through it and I came across an item that…well it probably wasn't supposed to be in there,"
"What was it?" Lorne asked.
"A Jukebox," Kara replied.
Lorne, Sheppard, Dave and Jen all looked dumbstruck so Kara continued before they found words again. "It was supposed to be a joke. I mean I didn't think that they'd ship a Jukebox all the way out here. I filled in the form saying that I thought the lack of music was a problem and that a Jukebox to be installed in the Mess would be good for moral. And then I also said that it could be used for team bonding as well if we could work out a way to fix up some microphones and use it for karaoke,"
The silence stretched for a few seconds before Sheppard snapped, "And what makes you think that the Dedalus carrying a Jukebox out here is funny?"
"It wasn't supposed to be shipped. That's the thing, I figured that some clerk that spends all his time sorting through requisition forms for gun parts and spare uniforms would see it and find it funny and then ignore it. Obviously somehow it came to the attention of General O'Neill-
"
"And he decided that it should be sent," Lorne finished.
"Are we sure that's what's in there?" Jen asked.
Kara looked around and asked, "Dave, have you got a crow bar or something to open it up with?"
The captain produced one and gave it to Kara, who immediately had it snatched away from her by Lorne. "What, so I can't open a crate by myself?" she asked.
"No," Lorne replied patiently. "I think that even though you're wearing a shirt, you're technically out of uniform. You crow bar this crate open and you'll probably be even more out of uniform by the time you finish,"
Kara glared at him then took a step back. "Fine, but if I were properly dressed Jen would have to surgically remove that crow bar from your skull,"
Sheppard frowned when Lorne simply smiled at Kara and started to attack the box. "You can't speak to a superior officer like that," he said, his voice wavering between outrage and
humour.
"Correction, I'm not supposed to talk to a superior officer like that. I do it anyway. Besides," she went on, "I'm just gonna give him bruises in training tomorrow instead. More permanent and less likely to get me a court-marshal,"
Lorne finally managed to get the top of the box and Kara decided to take a look rather than wait to see what Sheppard would say to her disobedience. "That is definitely a jukebox," she proclaimed, standing on her tip-toes to see inside the box. She hadn't realised that the stretching had caused the shirt to ride up over her ass, giving Dave and Sheppard a good view of her panties before she took a step back.
"What the hell are we going to do with it?" she asked no-one in particular.
AN2: Like I said at the top, if you like please send me pretty messages, if you didn't tell me why, but nicely if you please.