Scottish Surprise
Author’s Note: Written For The Ancient Obsessions Advent Challenge – December 10 (Christmas Pudding)…
It wasn’t every day that the members of the Atlantis expedition were so well entertained.
Or so well armed for future blackmail.
After all, the sight of Rodney McKay serenading the entire population of the city with a throaty rendition of ‘White Christmas’ was one none of them would’ve ever believed.
But whether they believed it or not, it was happening.
And while everyone noticed the odd behavior of their chief scientist, a few noticed more than others.
Radek Zelenka looked happier than anyone had ever seen him as he took in (and recorded) every detail of Rodney’s performance.
And as John Sheppard lost his battle to contain his outright mirth at the scene in front of him, he burst into a fit of laugher that made him look like a ten year old kid. When Rodney paused in his tune to breathe, and John regained the use of his voice, Sheppard turned to the usually serious Elizabeth Weir in the chair next to him and asked a simple question.
“Who did you say made that pudding Rodney was chowing down earlier?”
Elizabeth grinned back and spoke two words under her breath while giggling like a girl herself.
“Dr. Beckett.”
Author’s Note: For those who don’t know (I didn’t—fic teaches me so much) Christmas puddings are true holiday desserts for our British friends, and they can have quite the alcohol content. I’m sure our resident Scotsman would flavor the old family recipe more than a bit. Cheers!
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