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yamadara's birthday! And since she wanted an Atlantis tomato fic...
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Sheppard whistled as he walked down the hallway, contemplating his name. Did it have one 'p' or two? If only he had paid attention earlier in life -- it wasn't like he could call up his parents anymore. Hmm. Did they take personnel files along? Weir probably knew. He'd have to remember to ask her.
"Hey Shepwhore!"
Sheppard flinched and fingered his sidearm, but thought better of it and simply sighed. "I thought I told you to never call me that, uh..." What *was* his name? McKay was the round one, Teyla was the girl one and this was... "Toyota?" That sounded right. He mentally patted himself for his keen mental prowess.
Toyota muttered something that sounded like 'I can't believe I have to call you sir.' Or it could have been 'I have to relieve my bladder, sir.' In either case, Sheppard was willing to chalk it up to jealousy of his manly jaw line. And since that was completely understandable, he was willing to let it slide. He wasn't in the mood to kick Nissan's ass today anyway.
"Did you want something?"
"How'd you like a nice, juicy tomato?"
Sheppard blinked. "Are you coming on to me?"
Chrysler muttered some more and plunked a tomato in Sheppard's hand.
"Where'd this come from?" Sheppard asked, trying not to be vaguely disappointed at the tomato.
"Yeah, we have a garden now. All kinds of food. Apparently this place has really good mulch."
Million-year-old mulch. Whoda thunk it? "Cool. Now we've got something to chuck at people."
"Or...we could eat them."
"Them? You mean the..."
"Tomatoes. Not the people."
"Right. I knew that."
"Since we didn't have a renewable source of food before."
"Huh. You sure?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Well, guess we better go survey the plump, juicy tomatoes on the station. And then we can go look at the plants." Sheppard rubbed his hand over his manly stubble. "Get it? Good one, eh Mercedes?"
"Bite me, Shepwhore."
yamadara's birthday! And since she wanted an Atlantis tomato fic...*
Sheppard whistled as he walked down the hallway, contemplating his name. Did it have one 'p' or two? If only he had paid attention earlier in life -- it wasn't like he could call up his parents anymore. Hmm. Did they take personnel files along? Weir probably knew. He'd have to remember to ask her.
"Hey Shepwhore!"
Sheppard flinched and fingered his sidearm, but thought better of it and simply sighed. "I thought I told you to never call me that, uh..." What *was* his name? McKay was the round one, Teyla was the girl one and this was... "Toyota?" That sounded right. He mentally patted himself for his keen mental prowess.
Toyota muttered something that sounded like 'I can't believe I have to call you sir.' Or it could have been 'I have to relieve my bladder, sir.' In either case, Sheppard was willing to chalk it up to jealousy of his manly jaw line. And since that was completely understandable, he was willing to let it slide. He wasn't in the mood to kick Nissan's ass today anyway.
"Did you want something?"
"How'd you like a nice, juicy tomato?"
Sheppard blinked. "Are you coming on to me?"
Chrysler muttered some more and plunked a tomato in Sheppard's hand.
"Where'd this come from?" Sheppard asked, trying not to be vaguely disappointed at the tomato.
"Yeah, we have a garden now. All kinds of food. Apparently this place has really good mulch."
Million-year-old mulch. Whoda thunk it? "Cool. Now we've got something to chuck at people."
"Or...we could eat them."
"Them? You mean the..."
"Tomatoes. Not the people."
"Right. I knew that."
"Since we didn't have a renewable source of food before."
"Huh. You sure?"
"Yes."
"Wow. Well, guess we better go survey the plump, juicy tomatoes on the station. And then we can go look at the plants." Sheppard rubbed his hand over his manly stubble. "Get it? Good one, eh Mercedes?"
"Bite me, Shepwhore."