Title: The Midnight Pudding

Author: Angel Leviathan

Spoilers: None. I think.

Season: 2

Prompt: Gluttony

Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis, characters, concept, etc, aren’t mine.

Notes: One of seven fics for the 7 Deadly Sins challenge at LJ.

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"I feel like I’ve eaten enough to feed half the city."

"That’s because you have."

"Cheap shot."

"You said it."

Elizabeth looked up from the tub of ice-cream she was hopelessly involved in and brandished her spoon as if it was a weapon, "Just because you’re my partner in crime, doesn’t mean I’m beyond putting you on latrine duty."

John shrugged and took another bite of the hershey bar he was gripping, "Its not my fault you’re practically inhaling that ice-cream."
"I’m sorry, how many hershey bars is that now? And its not my fault that we were both awake and you made a stupid suggestion."

He dropped the wrapper to the floor and rooted around in the box before him for another chocolate bar, "A suggestion you took seriously," he found one and unwrapped it, "Anyway, I don’t know how we’re going to explain ‘Doctor Weir got the munchies late one night’ as a reason for requesting more supplies."

"If that’s on any requisition forms, I’m having somebody sign beside the words ‘Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard suggested, fully endorsed and was party to her actions’."

John frowned as he broke off another section of chocolate bar, "You going to finish that ice-cream?"

She paused and shook her head, "No, actually," she offered him the tub and took his hershey bar in return, munching on it thoughtfully.

"Its not as if you’ll put any weight on from this anyway," he chided.

She licked her fingers, "You know, we are in so much trouble if anyone finds us here."

He smirked, "Like anyone’s going to be checking the store-rooms at this time of night."

"We are."

"We…have seniority."

Elizabeth finished her chocolate, "Good enough," she twisted round from her cross-legged position to locate a bag of chips, "Do we have any dip?"

"Somewhere in one of the refrigerators," he replied, leaning back against the wall.

She opted not to search for it, opened the bag, and proceeded to start on the chips, "If we keep eating like this, we’re never going to get any sleep tonight."

"Suits me fine," John smiled for a moment, "Good food, good company."

"Nice to know I come second to the food," she feigned offence.

"You know what I mean."

Elizabeth nodded, "I know," she offered him a smile. She frowned, "How exactly are we going to explain this missing food?"

He thought for a moment, "Alien entity with raging desire for Earth cuisine?"

She glanced around at the empty boxes and wrappers surrounding them, "You realise we’ve gone through three tubs of ice-cream…"

"And half a box of hershey bars."

"That was you."

"And the ice-cream was you."

"Yes, but you started on the chocolate cake as soon as you set eyes on it…"

"Don’t pretend you didn’t eat half that can of frosting. I saw you," John grinned.

She attempted to look innocent as she ate another chip, "It…" she paused, "…had to be done."

He finished the ice-cream, "Do we have any pudding?"

"Chilled or otherwise?"

"Either."

"Some in the box to your left and a couple of shelves of it in the refrigerator in the corner," Elizabeth answered, abandoning the bag of chips, "Grab me a tub?" she asked, as he stood up to retrieve some pudding from the refrigerator.

"Sure," he took the few steps to the chilling unit, "catch," he threw her a tub before snagging one of his own, "Hey, we have done something productive at least…"

She opened the pudding tub, "What’s that?"

"Answered the age old question of ‘does the refrigerator light turn off when you close the door?’" John kept the door open and poked at a button on the left hand side of the fridge, overly amused as the light switched itself off, "See? Pressure sensor."

She smiled, dipping a finger in the pudding, "Very intellectual."

He sat back down opposite her and leant back against the wall again, opening his tub of dessert, "I thought so," about to locate another spoon, his eyes widened as he heard footsteps outside the door.

Elizabeth shot him a panicked glance, but still couldn’t tear herself away from the pudding.

Unfortunately for them, the door opened.

"Oh crap…" John uttered.

Major Lorne and a couple of staff on duty in the command centre looked down at them, trying not to smile. Lorne cleared his throat, "Er, Ma’am, Sir, you do know we have security cameras in every room of the city we’ve activated, right?"

The leaders of Atlantis stared at each other in completely embarrassed horror.

Busted.

Fin