Disclaimer: The incredibly awesome IT Crowd belongs to the genius of Graham Lineham and not me. I wish it was mine, but it isn't and never shall be .

Author's Note: Set in just after the end of "50/50" in season one. It plays on the scene at the end of the episode between Roy and Jen. There are two parts, Jen's take on what could have happened and Roy's.

JEN

"I'll call you a taxi." Roy's gentle lilt was clogged up by his bloody nose.

Jen blushed softly, remembering what it was like to actually have someone who was chasing her, not the other way around. Not that Roy was interested in her, she was his boss. He probably just wanted some time off or a raise or something like that. He couldn't be interested in her could he?

Meanwhile the taxi had pulled up and Roy had opened the door for her. Jen instantly felt a spurt of guilt, he had essentially got a bloody nose because of her. If she had answered the question correctly or said 'no' when Daniel asked her out he wouldn't be in this mess. Besides that, she doubted wether Roy had bandages or ice for that matter at his place.

"Look," Roy's voice was stilled clogged and beginning to sound annoyed, "Are you getting in?"

"Ummm…" Jen began.

"What is it?" he sighed; resigning himself to hear whatever she was going to say.

"Are you going to be okay driving with…" Jen gestured to her own nose.

Roy nodded and the taxi driver beeped his horn, "Hurry up lass!"

"You wouldn't want to…get some help with that would you?" her voice teetered with nerves; Jen knew that she shouldn't ask.

"I'll be fine." Roy tried to smile but ended up looking even more helpless through her handkerchief.

He continued to hold opened the door with his free hand a moment after she climbed into the cab. For a moment, in the haze of her bad night, Roy seemed like a hero. She smiled up at him slightly, trying to catch his eye.

'Thank-you Roy." She muttered.

"Something that I never thought I'd hear you say." He grinned back at her and handed the handkerchief through the door.

She held it pinched between her fingers in disgust as he closed the door and nodded to the cabbie. His smile flashed briefly as he waved goodbye and turned to trek back to his car after his disastrous evening.

Jen frowned at herself, why the hell was she beginning to find Roy attractive. Sure he had been the only normal, interesting guy she had met in a while.

Wait…

What was she talking about? This was Roy! Geeky, brainiac, anti-social Roy. He wasn't attractive in any shape or form.

What scared Jen even more was the fact that she had a hard time concentrating at work the next day. She found that she was paying no attention to Moss' rants, not that she usually did, and giggled like a schoolgirl every time Roy made a joke. He didn't really seem to notice, bar raising an eyebrow at her insane laughter. He did notice that she looked a bit worse for wear after last night though, and offered her a drink at the pub after work.

Jen accepted and to her horror, found herself actually enjoying his company. Roy seemed just as relaxed as usual, but he wasn't as patronising and he was actually smiling! It was weird how different he was when Moss wasn't around.

When it came time to pay she was delighted that Roy offered to, and slightly worried that she offered to take him back to her place for dinner. He attempted to hide a smirk and agreed.

"Nothing odd though…" Jen felt the need to clarify, "Just…"

"I know, boss." Roy grinned, "I'm not even remotely interested."

"Oh…" Jen's face fell slightly.

"Let's get a cab back to yours shall we?" His accent and practically comforted her slightly.

Jen nodded and let Roy summon another cab out of nowhere. As it pulled up she forced herself to silence her thoughts, whatever happened it would be for the best…she hoped. Not that that ever actually happened.

Although apparently it did this time, because Jen couldn't remember anything going wrong when she woke up next to him. In fact, through her rather drunken haze, everything had been pretty good, better than pretty good. Not to mention he had been rather polite about the whole thing, asking whether she wanted him to get a cab home straight after.

Jen woke in a sweat.

What.

The.

Hell.

WHY AM I DREAMING ABOUT THAT (KINDA SWEET) PATHETIC LOSER!?