More idiocy that I can't believe I wrote. Seriously, I have no idea where this stuff comes from. I swear, for a change, there's no shippyness. At least, I didn't write it as shippyness...I'm sure if you squint hard enough and believe, you can probably see something somewhere, but I don't.

The sun was shining on the seas surrounding the ancient city of Atlantis, reflecting with it's brightness and warmth just what a glorious day it was shaping up to be. The weather was perfect. Not too hot, not too cold, just the right amount of breeze to keep the air from feeling too stale and still...an all around ideal day in terms of weather and circumstances.

Sometime early this morning, Sheppard had announced that he was going to go for a swim, and with conditions this perfect, the rest of the staff had picked up the idea as a wonderful way to pass some down time.

Even Doctor Weir.

Who at that very moment, stood in front of the mirror in her quarters as she tightened up the tie on her swimsuit cover up. It was a bright but dusky orange sheer deal, with the knot resting at her hip, covering the bottom half of her one piece, high necked red suit. She brushed her hair behind her ears and smiled at her reflection.

It was to be a fantastic day off, if things went anywhere near according to plan. There weren't any hive ships on the way, no teams off world getting into trouble, no Ancient technology had been blown up or caused some strange accident with body swapping or something equally horrifying in over forty eight hours...which had to be some sort of record.

As a matter of fact, there was a sign hanging in one of the Ancient labs that was frequented by the science staff proudly declaring 'No On The Job Injuries In Two Days!', which actually did quite a bit to boost morale, surprisingly.

Elizabeth smiled to herself thinking of this, as she grabbed a beach towel and stepped out of her quarters and started her walk to one of the outdoor platforms where the personnel was gathering to enjoy the sun and surf.

"Good morning Doctor Weir," Lieutenant Cadman said as she strolled up, falling into step next to the Atlantis expedition leader, "Nice to see you'll be joining the rest of us and not cooping yourself up in your office for a change."

"Lieutenant Cadman," Elizabeth began cordially, before her attention was caught by Rodney McKay walking towards them, a bright blue towel draped over one bare shoulder and a bottle of sunscreen in his hand. SPF seventy, if either of the two women in the hallway had had the presence of mind to look.

However, they didn't. Instead, they both stopped in their tracks and stared at him, jaws agape.

"Cadman, Elizabeth," he said with a nod to both of them as he passed, not paying any attention to their shocked expressions.

Cadman recovered first. "Nice flip-flops, McKay," she called after him, trying to keep herself from giggling, since girlish giggling would no doubt tarnish her reputation as a tough Marine.

Either he didn't hear her, or was ignoring her, because he didn't turn to reply.

Which turned out to be a good thing, since Cadman could no longer hold in her chuckles and she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the laughter.

Elizabeth stared after him thoughtfully for a moment before speaking.

"You know, I've committed some pretty bad fashion faux pas in my time; Leg warmers, Jersey mall hair, all that silly teenage stuff," Elizabeth said distractedly, amusement coloring her tone as she watched the retreating form of Rodney McKay, "But I don't think that any crime against the fashion deities that I've committed can possibly compete with the Speedo."

A/N:For all of you that are scarred for life because this has forced you to picture Rodney McKay in a Speedo, I apologize. Profusely. I'm a little bit on the scarred side myself now.

Hooray if you got a chuckle out of it, and if you didn't...well, it was pretty dumb so I can't blame you. Even bordering on OOC...hm...shame on me.