(This is a sequel of sorts to the fill at here, and there is a second one here)
"Well, at least we've learned something," Carson said mildly, watching the scene in the gateroom.
Rodney looked at him incredulously. "And that gem of knowledge might be -?"
They gazed down at the Stargate, at the scientists and Marines milling around it helplessly, at Sheppard being pissed and yelling, at Bates arguing that it was all the geeks' fault, at Teyla calling up to the top of the Gate in that sweet reasonable tone that... wasn't working, at Ronon sprawled on the floor and laughing his dreadlocked head off, at Elizabeth with her armed crossed and her disapproval radiating out towards one and all...
And at the tiny, tiny furry creature hanging by five tentacles from the top of the Gate while happily breaking off bits of cake with the others, popping them in its razortoothed mouth and squealing with sugar-rushed glee at everyone below.
"Elizabeth's birthday cake should have been better protected, for sure and certain." Carson shrugged. "I'll be surprised if Dr Zelenka is managing to cram the whole of it into that tiny body, and I'm not looking forward to any reactions over the next few hours, but it's a fact that even shapeshifted into squidapoids, we humans do one and all really, really love our chocolate."
Stargate Atlantis - Carson and Rodney (and Radek, sort of)
"Well, at least we've learned something," Carson said mildly, watching the scene in the gateroom.
Rodney looked at him incredulously. "And that gem of knowledge might be -?"
They gazed down at the Stargate, at the scientists and Marines milling around it helplessly, at Sheppard being pissed and yelling, at Bates arguing that it was all the geeks' fault, at Teyla calling up to the top of the Gate in that sweet reasonable tone that... wasn't working, at Ronon sprawled on the floor and laughing his dreadlocked head off, at Elizabeth with her armed crossed and her disapproval radiating out towards one and all...
And at the tiny, tiny furry creature hanging by five tentacles from the top of the Gate while happily breaking off bits of cake with the others, popping them in its razortoothed mouth and squealing with sugar-rushed glee at everyone below.
"Elizabeth's birthday cake should have been better protected, for sure and certain." Carson shrugged. "I'll be surprised if Dr Zelenka is managing to cram the whole of it into that tiny body, and I'm not looking forward to any reactions over the next few hours, but it's a fact that even shapeshifted into squidapoids, we humans do one and all really, really love our chocolate."