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A recipe for death by angw (cake or death challenge)
Name: A Recipe for Death
Rating: G
Word Count: 510
Warnings: None
Summary: Death by cake would not look good on the report.
A/N:Thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sgatazmy and marf_the_river for the beta.
Rating: G
Word Count: 510
Warnings: None
Summary: Death by cake would not look good on the report.
A/N:Thanks to
sgatazmy and marf_the_river for the beta.“I’m afraid it was the cake.” Carson hung his head in defeat and placed the cloth over the still form. His assistant looked at him in horror.
Carson wasn’t sure how he was going to tell Rodney; how he was going to explain it. Rodney was going to be devastated.
Death by cake would not look good on the report.
Carson knew that would not go over very well with anyone, but it was the truth. It was the cake. They’d tested everything that was procured off world. Ensured the food was safe for consumption.
He’d have to get it tested, but he suspected that some of those ingredients were the cause. The cake had been intended for a party, but the little blighter had escaped the infirmary and found his way to the kitchen. He’d eaten to his heart’s content then lain down and died. He’d looked peaceful with the frosting around his lips when Carson found him. The kitchen hand hadn’t taken it so well and screamed her head off - the body had been lying in the cake. Not a pretty sight.
After Carson had calmed her down and called for a couple of attendants, they’d removed the evidence. As if it had never been there.
He mourned the loss of any life but this was an unintended sacrifice. One death which would save many others.
“Martha. Please place him in cold storage. I’ll tell Elizabeth the news myself. Make sure no one know about this just yet.”
Martha nodded as Carson walked out of the infirmary and made his way to the control room. He wasn’t going to be able to keep this a secret for long.
He strode past the people in the hallways, the technicians working on the control panels, and into Elizabeth’s office. He sat down in the seat heavily and sighed.
Elizabeth looked at him quizzically.
“Alfred’s dead.”
“Who?”
Carson rubbed his temples before waving his hands about. “My bloody mouse. He escaped from his box, ate the cake and died.”
“Sheppard’s birthday cake killed a mouse?” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows in concern. “Do I need to be worried?”
“I suspect a deadly combination of ingredients. I will get the cake tested but until then I think we’ll have to use MRE’s. Off-world ingredients will be off limits for a while.”
“So chocolate cake will definitely not be on the menu. That’s disappointing.”
Carson added forlornly, “Considering Rodney made it, I think he’s going to be a little more disappointed. He used his last stash of chocolate.”
Elizabeth tried to imagine the look on the scientist’s face when Carson told him the news. “You might want to tell him before everyone else.”
“Aye, he’s been telling a lot of people he could make a chocolate cake that you would die for.”
Elizabeth giggled, then Carson smiled back before snorting. A very short time later Rodney walked in to see the leader of the expedition and the chief medical officer laughing loudly, tears streaming down their faces. He lowered his datapad and coughed slightly. “Hey, what’s the joke?”
Carson wasn’t sure how he was going to tell Rodney; how he was going to explain it. Rodney was going to be devastated.
Death by cake would not look good on the report.
Carson knew that would not go over very well with anyone, but it was the truth. It was the cake. They’d tested everything that was procured off world. Ensured the food was safe for consumption.
He’d have to get it tested, but he suspected that some of those ingredients were the cause. The cake had been intended for a party, but the little blighter had escaped the infirmary and found his way to the kitchen. He’d eaten to his heart’s content then lain down and died. He’d looked peaceful with the frosting around his lips when Carson found him. The kitchen hand hadn’t taken it so well and screamed her head off - the body had been lying in the cake. Not a pretty sight.
After Carson had calmed her down and called for a couple of attendants, they’d removed the evidence. As if it had never been there.
He mourned the loss of any life but this was an unintended sacrifice. One death which would save many others.
“Martha. Please place him in cold storage. I’ll tell Elizabeth the news myself. Make sure no one know about this just yet.”
Martha nodded as Carson walked out of the infirmary and made his way to the control room. He wasn’t going to be able to keep this a secret for long.
He strode past the people in the hallways, the technicians working on the control panels, and into Elizabeth’s office. He sat down in the seat heavily and sighed.
Elizabeth looked at him quizzically.
“Alfred’s dead.”
“Who?”
Carson rubbed his temples before waving his hands about. “My bloody mouse. He escaped from his box, ate the cake and died.”
“Sheppard’s birthday cake killed a mouse?” Elizabeth raised her eyebrows in concern. “Do I need to be worried?”
“I suspect a deadly combination of ingredients. I will get the cake tested but until then I think we’ll have to use MRE’s. Off-world ingredients will be off limits for a while.”
“So chocolate cake will definitely not be on the menu. That’s disappointing.”
Carson added forlornly, “Considering Rodney made it, I think he’s going to be a little more disappointed. He used his last stash of chocolate.”
Elizabeth tried to imagine the look on the scientist’s face when Carson told him the news. “You might want to tell him before everyone else.”
“Aye, he’s been telling a lot of people he could make a chocolate cake that you would die for.”
Elizabeth giggled, then Carson smiled back before snorting. A very short time later Rodney walked in to see the leader of the expedition and the chief medical officer laughing loudly, tears streaming down their faces. He lowered his datapad and coughed slightly. “Hey, what’s the joke?”