A/N: This hit me an hour ago. Thanks BetherdyBabe for finally getting me to do something related to Tracker.

Jennifer stood frozen in the corridor and was bodily dragged by Dusty and Cadman into a vacant exercise room.

"Do you have intentions?"

"Well of course I do…"

The conversation replayed in her head as Rodney passed their hiding place.

Laura squealed and yanked her arm nearly out of its socket. "You lucky little tease."

"Wh-what?" Jennifer stammered.

"You snagged Ronon's eye," Dusty said calmly.

"I-I…" Jennifer could no longer deny it. She'd thought the Satedan had forgotten their near kiss. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity for a nerdy outcast to feel popular.

Laura was gushing about the strong silent type always falling for the good girl, but Jennifer wasn't listening.

Dusty shushed her superior when Ronon prowled down the corridor.

"Okay," Laura said, rubbing her hands together. "How are you going to land the best man?"

Jennifer stared from brown eyes to green and back again. One woman had eager anticipation on her face while the other was coolly assessing her.

"I… I don't know."

"That's why we're here," Laura said, pulling her down the corridor, talking about dresses they might have.

The Daedalus had just docked, filling the mess hall for dinner. Jennifer tried all day to come to grips with what she'd heard, as the day progressed a warm feeling spread from her heart throughout her body. He liked her. That knowledge gave her the confidence to wear the low-cut black dress Dusty loaned her at Laura's urging.

"Doctor Keller," Dusty's called.

"What?" Jennifer was making a beeline to the man she wanted upon entering the mess hall.

"You don't have to do this," Dusty said. "The Lieutenant was out of line dressing you up… Well, I doubt you wear anything this low-cut..."

Jennifer laughed, nervously. "I don't, but I want to knock his socks off to get the truth out of him."

Dusty let out a sigh. "Don't let him break your heart. He does a lot of that."

"He just doesn't know it." Jennifer chuckled, leaving a confused Marine behind as she headed to SGA1's table.

"Doctor Keller?" John's eyebrows shot up his forehead.

"Colonel, I hope I'm not interrupting but I'm here to settle a bet." She felt two sets of eyes widen as she turned to face them.

Leaning forward and hoping she showed just enough cleavage, she said, "Are you really going to let me decide?"

"D-decide… What?... Ah, I mean… Um…" Rodney turned scarlet and then white. "Y-y-yes. You should…"

Jennifer saw all she needed, a quick flick of blue eyes to Ronon, who was grinning smugly, and a sudden look of despair. Unable to control herself, she grabbed Rodney's face between her hands and kissed him.

Silence filled the mess hall as the kiss went on a longer than expected. Once Jennifer pulled away she couldn't keep from grinning. A loud Oorah echoed through the mess and every Marine who'd taken a beating from Ronon was on their feet catcalling and clapping.

"I always said you were a genius," Rodney replied as he stood and pulled her into his arms.

A/N: 511, but Rodney must have the last word. I needed some fluff. Not enough McKeller fluff lately.