Sorry… my inner chauvinist came out in this one.

The only defense the two of them could really come up with was that they were typical, single, bored human males with streaks of immaturity running through them that would have put an adolescent teenager to shame. It was an overused and flimsy excuse for the dastardly habit they'd developed, but it worked for them. The bad habit? Waiting for the new arrivals to enter the city from the Daedalus. Why? To scope out the new female arrivals and see just how much beauty the SGC was sending them.

Sheppard could barely contain his excitement as the door leading outside to the landing pad started to slide open. He glanced to his left where his partner in this crime against the fairer sex was staring intently at the tablet in his hands. Typical McKay: cram in as much work as he can before the fun starts.

"Here they come, McKay," said John as he bumped Rodney's arm with his elbow.

John grinned as Rodney furiously tapped the tablet's screen for a few seconds before it went into sleep mode and he lowered it to his side.

Rodney's eyes focused on the now completely open door and John followed suit just in time to see Atlantis' newest personnel walk into the city.

John wondered what it must have looked like to the new people. Here they were, having flown in a spaceship to a different galaxy entering the legendary city of Atlantis that had been created by the Ancients themselves, and the first thing they see is the military commander and head of science intently studying them. It must have been a little unnerving, especially for the ladies.

A tall blond with curvy hips walked past them towards the orientation stations and John leaned a couple of inches towards Rodney. "Seven?"

There was a curt nod and Rodney agreed, "Seven."

A short redhead with piercing green eyes strode by them and John almost whistled appreciatively. "Eight."

"Agreed," replied Rodney, an admiring lilt in his voice.

A medium height brunette appeared and John automatically said, "Nine?"

Rodney didn't answer but John noticed Rodney squint. John filed the fact away for later teasing and said, "What?"

Rodney shook his head and said in a loud whisper, "Wait!"

The lady approached and after she'd passed by, the men turned towards each other and simultaneously said in eerily similar tones of disappointment, "Two."

They turned their attention back to the door and found a strawberry blond marching their way. It was her clothes that really made her stand out. She was wearing tight jeans and an even tighter t-shirt that left little to the imagination.

"Eight," said John. He turned towards the scientist and Rodney immediately shook his head.

"Three dressed up as a nine," replied Rodney.

John didn't agree, but Rodney had been a foot or two closer so maybe he'd seen something that he hadn't.

John was still looking at Rodney when the Canadian's eyes and mouth widened. John's eyes followed Rodney to land on a shortish blond with nice curves, brown eyes and beautiful smile who was wearing Medical colors. She passed by them, giving them an awe-filled "Hi" as she went.

"Nice," said John. Rodney nodded and John said, "Eight?"

Rodney shook his head, and only then did John notice the dreamy expression on McKay's usually sour face. "Ten."

A/N: "3 Dressed Up as a 9" was written and released by the group Trooper on their 1979 album, Flying Colors.