Ella wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and continued to read the file that lay on the table in front of her. She had known something had happened to Elizabeth Weir, but she had thought she had just returned to Earth like Woolsey had. Instead, she had given her life. The Replicators had never bothered Ella much, she had mostly worried about the wraith. She had never known what trouble they could be. She smiled and raised her glass as a silent tribute to the bravery of Doctor Elizabeth Weir.
Ronon walked into the infirmary once again. The second time he'd been here Jennifer had been sleeping. The third time she had been in the middle of a surgery. The fourth time another team had come in hot with multiple injuries. Ronon was so frustrated that he was finding it increasingly easy to beat his victims just enough to warrant an infirmary trip. This time John had been the sorry victim. Ronon walked casually into the infirmary with John close behind, hoping his nerves were well hidden. He took his place and smiled when it was Keller who came over to stitch up John's forehead. And his arm, and his eyebrow, and probably his knuckles. Ronon wondered if maybe he was too frustrated.
Jennifer smiled when one of her nurses pointed her over to the Colonel. Ronon stood behind him as if this routine had never stopped. As she walked over to the bed, she winced. They were calling her to the gateroom. She assigned one of her nurses to John as she grabbed her things and her team and hurried out.
Ronon growled under his breath. He was getting extremely sick of this.
Ella jumped as Rodney sat down across from her. She folded the file closed and looked up at him with curiosity. He didn't look up at her, but instead simply started eating. She laughed under her breath and pulled his jell-o off his tray. He looked up with bewilderment in his eyes.
"You took my jell-o!"
Ella nodded and took a bite. The rest of the shipment had fallen into the ocean, so all that was left was Rodney's private stash.
"Give it back!"
Ella took another bite and shook her head. Rodney was starting to turn a little red, and Ella had to laugh. Unfortunately for Rodney, she still had jell-o in her mouth. Rodney's red face now had a light blue tinge to it. Her hand flew to her mouth as she tried to stifle an even bigger laugh.
Rodney was unamused. Not only had she taken his jell-o, she had sprayed it all over him! He completely forgot his age and IQ as he flung what he thought was mashed potatoes at her, hitting her squarely in the nose. She shrieked and her mouth hung open, confusion and irritation covering her face. Rodney threw up his hands and stuttered out an explanation.
"It's a food fight, you throw food and-"
He was cut off by a cube of jell-o splattering against his head. Ella laughed and flashed a michievious smile at him. Rodney smiled and scooped up another handful of mashed potatoes and flung them towards Ella. She dodged this time and it hit the back of an unsuspecting scientist's head. She turned and glared at Ella, whose hand had flown to her mouth, and Rodney, who was gaping like a dead fish as jell-o dripped down his face. The scientist grabbed a handful of ketchup, who knew where she had gotten it, and flung it at Rodney. It hit Rodney, Ella, and three others behind Rodney. With that, the mess hall erupted into a full blown food war III. Ella grabbed Rodney's hand over the table and ran towards the door, pulling him with her. They almost escaped, but Sam had entered moments ago and frozen in her tracks in front of the door. Ella stopped in front of her and Rodney slammed into Ella's back.
Ella could avoid looking guilty, but Rodney failed miserably. Sam shouted over the noise at Ella and Rodney, starting to turn a little red.
"What is going on?"
Ella replied casually, "A food fight."
Sam groaned and put her hand on her forehead as more of the mashed something-or-other hit the wall inches from her head.
"We need this room for the president tomorrow."
Ella looked thoughtful. "Wow. That's tomorrow? Time soars."
"Flies." Rodney muttered the correction quietly into her ear, and she shrugged. Meanwhile, Sam stepped around them to the middle of the room and let out a shrill whistle. The room froze other the last of the falling food. Ella grabbed Rodney again and yanked him out of the room, pulling the somewhat dazed man down the hallway towards his room.
Jennifer stood ready at the gate as Lorne and his team tumbled through. Sam, who was up in her office, was reminded of their early trips through the gate. As Lorne's last two men tumbled through, they did their best to keep Beckett stable. The Doctor muttered something in his native language under his breath as they set him down on the gurney and began wheeling him towards the infirmary. Jennifer walked beside him and tried to get some info on what happened.
"Carson, how did you break your leg?"
"Aye, it was me own fault. I was simply bein' daft."
Jennifer rolled her eyes, even though she was almost positive that it wasn't very doctorly. Carson would understand. "Yes, but what did you do to break it?"
Carson chuckled. "Sorry, Lass. I was walking and fell off a very small cliff. Bloody fall broke my leg."
Jennifer nodded and paused when they came to the doorway of the infirmary. John was nowhere to be found. She sighed and went to tend to Carson's leg.
A/N: The food fight may be one of my favorite moments so far. It was so fun! And I vowed I would have Carson use the words daft and bloody. Go Scots!