Author's Note: It's really late, but I can't sleep; so I figured that I'd do something productive with my insomnia before the battery on this computer runs out.
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"So... if you knew that you were going to die tomorrow, how would you want to?" Jennifer asked Rodney, eager to hear what he had to say. She wasn't sure what the scientist's answer would be, but she was sure it would be interesting; and at least give her something to think about.
"You first," Rodney said, and she knew that he was stalling; but she had an answer.
"I want to die knowing that I've been able to help, to make a difference," she said. "I don't know whether I'd rather be old or young or what, but I definitely don't want to die for nothing." She smiled. "Now what about you? I know that you have an answer; tell me."
"No, I don't..."
"Rodney," she looked at him with big, pleading eyes. "Please?" he sighed.
"Jennifer..."
"You just said that I had to go first; now it's your turn. So spill it." He sighed again, and gave in.
"You'd think that I'd say I wanted to die famous or important; the one who came up with the cure for cancer or something."
"That's not it?" Rodney shook his head.
"When I die, I don't really care about any of those things. I want to die a hero." Jennifer was silent for a moment, the depth of the comment making her think. This was not what she had come to expect from Rodney McKay.
"I don't think that you need to die a hero," she said softly. "And I definitely don't want you to die; especially when you can live to be my hero." that was something that Rodney had obviously not expected to hear, either.
"Do you really mean that?" he asked earnestly.
"Of course," she said. "It doesn't matter to me what you are or how smart you are; to me, you'll always be a hero."
Fin.
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A/N: Okay, that was not quite what I expected it to be. But I've had this scene in my head all day, and I needed to get it out. I hope that you like it.