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Fic: "Fortunate Ones" by kyrdwyn, mspooh, qwirky, and rosewildeirish (R, Gen)[Documentation]
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kyrdwyn, mspooh, qwirky, & rosewildeirishRating: R (mild language)
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: "Runner", "Conversion", "The Hive"
Betas: Ourselves
Summary: Chinese Food Night on Atlantis
The chefs in Atlantis liked to shake things up every once in a while. Tonight was 'Chinese' night - Athosian meats and vegetables and Earth rice and sauces all stir fried together. It was, in the opinions of the residents, pretty damn good. There were even fortune cookies. Some were special fortunes that Joe Zhang, the overnight snack chef, had created and slipped into the blank cookies his uncle had sent him. He stationed himself so he could see who had gotten which ones.
Air Force Technical Sergeant Winifred Jameson laughed out loud when she read her fortune. Sure, she was in Atlantis with no way to play, and it was unlikely these really were the winning numbers, but one never knew.
If they were, and her ex-husband played his usual numbers -- these numbers -- then she'd finally be able to stop paying alimony to the worthless bastard.
Halling blinked at his 'fortune' when Jinto read it to him. He didn't understand the significange of having writing on paper in sweet treats, especially when it was something not fortunate at all.
Even Jinto knew not to mess with Dr. McKay's coffee.
Dr. Weir tilted her head, amused. Whoever had done the translating had gotten the Ancient epithet partially right.
It actually meant one's squirrel was pregnant, meaning that trouble was coming. She hoped this fortune really wasn't prescient.
Shifting the ice pack on his shoulder, Gunnery Sergeant Charlie Taylor shook his head. Even if you didn't run away, you still got your ass kicked by Ronon Dex.
Lindsay Novak giggled at the fortune in her cookie and wondered if the Pegasus Galaxy had Knights who said Ni.
Benjamin Parrish frowned. He hoped that he wouldn't die before he could finish cataloging the native plants on the planet that Corporal Simons insisted on calling Audrey II.
No, thought Kavanagh, he who isn't in the Pegasus Galaxy is less likely to be eaten by Wraith.
Forecast for the next five years: McKay will yell at you, thought Dr. Jenkins morosely.
Nicholas Lorne raised an eyebrow at his fortune. He wasn't sure why he really needed to know what Dr. Zelenka's personal object was, stuffed penguin or not.
Although, playing "Hide the Penguin" could be fun for the marines, and watching Dr. Zelenka mutter under his breath in Czech was always amusing.
Laura Cadman couldn't stop laughing, refusing to show her fortune to the other female marines at the table. After all, she was "popular" with Dr. Beckett.
John smirked, then frowned. Narc made him think of narcotics, and then he was picturing Kavanagh in a white suit with a pastel shirt while the theme to Miami Vice played in his head.
It was wrong, wrong, so very wrong, as McKay would say. And yet John couldn't help but picture Teal'c as Tubbs, and he knew it was time for a vacation.
Which Sergeant? Rodney though frantically. Hell, there were at least 20 from the American military on base, and then the Canadian one in the gate room and the . . .
Oh god, he was screwed.
Considering that Dr. Beckett had gotten the Wraith tracker out of his back, and turned Sheppard human again, and the various other things that Ronon had seen him do while on Atlantis, Ronon wasn't sure why anyone would want to mock Beckett's work. Except for McKay, who mocked everyone's work. And Beckett was frequently checking McKay's bloodwork while McKay was in the infirmary.
Yeah, Ronon thought, it was probably in his best interest to continue to be nice to Beckett.
Ignoring Rodney's frowns and demands to see his fortune, Radek kept giggling. This was definitely one to tape to the mirror in his quarters for those days when Rodney was at his worst.
A snort of disgust from Rodney sent Radek into another fit of giggles.
Hermiod tilted his head. Perhaps he should seek out Ronon Dex and compare hiding places for personal combat weapons. The Air Force had yet to find Hermiod's, after all.