Deck the Halls with Sparky bunnies
It looks like I'm down to only posting once a year, but anyway, here's a Sparky Christmas bunny.
“What is all this? It looks like a Williams-Sonoma catalog exploded in here.” Elizabeth Weir looked around the large storage room in amazement. The shelves were bulging with all manner of holiday decorations, and the floor was covered with partially unpacked boxes. Elizabeth nudged one with her foot, receiving a very suspicious jingle for her trouble.
Having gotten no answer to her question, she moved further into the room and raised her voice. “Hello, is anyone here?”
Rodney McKay’s head popped up from behind a stack of cartons. “Oh, hi there Elizabeth. It’s...uh...most of it that is...came from Pottery Barn. Only the smaller boxes came from Williams-So…”
“Please tell me how all this got here and why Christmas seems to have arrived in my storage room,” Elizabeth interrupted, still looking around her in amazement.
Rodney shoved what appeared to be a Santa hat into the nearest open box and pushed it behind him. “Oh, well, just a few items that came on the Daedalus to help us, you know, get in the mood for the holidays.”
“And who authorized this? You know we don’t celebrate the holidays officially, considering the multicultural aspects of our city.”
Another jingle drowned out her last few words, as a very familiar head appeared on the other side of a row of shelves, dislodging a carton that fell on its side with a crescendo of tinkling bells.
John Sheppard was obviously trying in vain to hide the box he was holding, but there appeared to be nowhere to get rid of it before Elizabeth saw the words emblazoned on the side.
“Peppermint bark,” Elizabeth read. “We have what appears to be a case of peppermint bark?”
John shuffled his feet and glanced at Rodney with wide eyes only to find his partner in crime desperately trying to hide a tin of toffee down his pants.
“Well, um,” John licked his lips and continued as if suddenly struck by inspiration, “you know peppermint is good for the digestion, Elizabeth. We just thought…”
“Peppermint bark is candy, John. You ordered a large case of peppermint candy, and it looks like that’s not the only flavor we have on hand.” She narrowed her eyes at McKay, who had given up on concealing the toffee and was holding it clutched to his chest.
“There was plenty of room on the Daedalus, one thing led to another, and here we are.” Rodney squared his shoulders and lifted his chin in what Elizabeth took for defiance. “What’s the harm in a little holiday cheer?”
Elizabeth had moved further into the room and was taking a closer look at the contents of the shelves. She raised an eyebrow at Rodney, causing him to press his lips together, thus ending his explanation.
John had circled around behind her and begun eyeing the door. Unfortunately, in doing so, he missed the expression of consternation on Elizabeth’s face.
“That’s right,” John said. “Everyone might think you lack the Christmas spirit. You don’t want people to think you’re a Scrooge, Elizabeth.”
“Elizascrooge.” Rodney giggled and clutched his toffee tighter. “That’s a good one.”
“Are you high on something?” Elizabeth peered into Rodney’s face until he hiccuped and backed into a metal shelf, a partially unpacked box fell to the floor with the distinct sound of breaking pottery.
“Aww, those mugs were a matching set,” complained John, “Santa and Mrs. Claus and all the reindeer.”
Rodney put his box of toffee on a nearby shelf and reached into the fallen carton, scattering styrofoam peanuts into the air. “Not to worry,” he said, holding up a brightly painted mug with a broken handle, “it’s just Blitzen. That’s the one everybody forgets anyway, and I think a bit of super glue will fix it right up.”
“Is it drugs or did you both get exposed to some alien substance that made you loopy?” Elizabeth brushed a few peanuts off her red shirt, sending them flying toward John where one lodged in his hair.
John brushed at his head in vain, and Elizabeth refused to meet his puppy eyes. Knowing that he considered this particular look to be irresistible, Elizabeth hid a smirk at John’s downcast expression.
“We decided it was time to lighten things up around here,” John said. “All this will go a long way toward giving everyone a much needed bit of fun.”
“Yeah,” Rodney added, “it won’t interfere with our work. In fact, it’s pretty slow right now, and we promise not to let it get in the way of anybody’s duties.”
Elizabeth studied both of their faces for a moment before nodding and turning to leave. “All right, you convinced me. But keep it simple and no disruption.” Elizabeth grabbed a candy cane from a nearby box and pointed it at them. “I have my eye on you two.”
John and Rodney both made a “cross my heart” gesture and stood smiling as Elizabeth made her exit.
“Do you think we should tell her about the turkey-like birds Ronon has caged down on the west pier?”
John winced and replied, “Not until we hang all the personalized stockings and decorate the 20-foot tree.”
“Good plan.” Rodney agreed. “Now where is that box of mistletoe?”
“What is all this? It looks like a Williams-Sonoma catalog exploded in here.” Elizabeth Weir looked around the large storage room in amazement. The shelves were bulging with all manner of holiday decorations, and the floor was covered with partially unpacked boxes. Elizabeth nudged one with her foot, receiving a very suspicious jingle for her trouble.
Having gotten no answer to her question, she moved further into the room and raised her voice. “Hello, is anyone here?”
Rodney McKay’s head popped up from behind a stack of cartons. “Oh, hi there Elizabeth. It’s...uh...most of it that is...came from Pottery Barn. Only the smaller boxes came from Williams-So…”
“Please tell me how all this got here and why Christmas seems to have arrived in my storage room,” Elizabeth interrupted, still looking around her in amazement.
Rodney shoved what appeared to be a Santa hat into the nearest open box and pushed it behind him. “Oh, well, just a few items that came on the Daedalus to help us, you know, get in the mood for the holidays.”
“And who authorized this? You know we don’t celebrate the holidays officially, considering the multicultural aspects of our city.”
Another jingle drowned out her last few words, as a very familiar head appeared on the other side of a row of shelves, dislodging a carton that fell on its side with a crescendo of tinkling bells.
John Sheppard was obviously trying in vain to hide the box he was holding, but there appeared to be nowhere to get rid of it before Elizabeth saw the words emblazoned on the side.
“Peppermint bark,” Elizabeth read. “We have what appears to be a case of peppermint bark?”
John shuffled his feet and glanced at Rodney with wide eyes only to find his partner in crime desperately trying to hide a tin of toffee down his pants.
“Well, um,” John licked his lips and continued as if suddenly struck by inspiration, “you know peppermint is good for the digestion, Elizabeth. We just thought…”
“Peppermint bark is candy, John. You ordered a large case of peppermint candy, and it looks like that’s not the only flavor we have on hand.” She narrowed her eyes at McKay, who had given up on concealing the toffee and was holding it clutched to his chest.
“There was plenty of room on the Daedalus, one thing led to another, and here we are.” Rodney squared his shoulders and lifted his chin in what Elizabeth took for defiance. “What’s the harm in a little holiday cheer?”
Elizabeth had moved further into the room and was taking a closer look at the contents of the shelves. She raised an eyebrow at Rodney, causing him to press his lips together, thus ending his explanation.
John had circled around behind her and begun eyeing the door. Unfortunately, in doing so, he missed the expression of consternation on Elizabeth’s face.
“That’s right,” John said. “Everyone might think you lack the Christmas spirit. You don’t want people to think you’re a Scrooge, Elizabeth.”
“Elizascrooge.” Rodney giggled and clutched his toffee tighter. “That’s a good one.”
“Are you high on something?” Elizabeth peered into Rodney’s face until he hiccuped and backed into a metal shelf, a partially unpacked box fell to the floor with the distinct sound of breaking pottery.
“Aww, those mugs were a matching set,” complained John, “Santa and Mrs. Claus and all the reindeer.”
Rodney put his box of toffee on a nearby shelf and reached into the fallen carton, scattering styrofoam peanuts into the air. “Not to worry,” he said, holding up a brightly painted mug with a broken handle, “it’s just Blitzen. That’s the one everybody forgets anyway, and I think a bit of super glue will fix it right up.”
“Is it drugs or did you both get exposed to some alien substance that made you loopy?” Elizabeth brushed a few peanuts off her red shirt, sending them flying toward John where one lodged in his hair.
John brushed at his head in vain, and Elizabeth refused to meet his puppy eyes. Knowing that he considered this particular look to be irresistible, Elizabeth hid a smirk at John’s downcast expression.
“We decided it was time to lighten things up around here,” John said. “All this will go a long way toward giving everyone a much needed bit of fun.”
“Yeah,” Rodney added, “it won’t interfere with our work. In fact, it’s pretty slow right now, and we promise not to let it get in the way of anybody’s duties.”
Elizabeth studied both of their faces for a moment before nodding and turning to leave. “All right, you convinced me. But keep it simple and no disruption.” Elizabeth grabbed a candy cane from a nearby box and pointed it at them. “I have my eye on you two.”
John and Rodney both made a “cross my heart” gesture and stood smiling as Elizabeth made her exit.
“Do you think we should tell her about the turkey-like birds Ronon has caged down on the west pier?”
John winced and replied, “Not until we hang all the personalized stockings and decorate the 20-foot tree.”
“Good plan.” Rodney agreed. “Now where is that box of mistletoe?”