A/N: Enjoy this latest segment. Got back to it being a real flash piece as it comes in at 300 words on the nose- minus a/n and chapter title. Please read and review. Thanks
In His Dreams
Rodney buried himself in his work the rest of the evening. His foul mood sent junior lab techs scattering for cover, fearful of getting caught in the acidic spray of his ranting. "See, she was only nice to you because you were sick and it was a matter of time before she got sick of you." He talked to the air as the room had cleared. "Of course you are a creepy pervert. You looked for a good thirty seconds before you looked away. You had dreams about it and the real thing was better than any dream. Of course, she'd think you are creepy for that. Now she thinks you are a dirty old man. Why would she leave that note? She wouldn't mess with me like that. Maybe it was Sheppard. He would do that, but it was her handwriting." The same conversation played out a half dozen times until the Canadian was tired of hearing his own voice. Rodney tired of hearing is own voice? It was a novel concept and one might think the world was about to end.
He kept himself busy with mundane tasks that usually were assigned to the youngest underlings. Rodney used anything to keep his mind busy and not dwell on the negative thoughts whispering in the back of his head.
It was a little past two in the morning when the scientist with the bruised ego powered down his laptop and headed back to his room. By this time, McKay was beyond exhausted his body was autopilot as it returned to his quarters.
As the door slid shut, the man stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt and collapsed onto his bed. He was asleep before his body hit the bed and failed to notice someone already occupied the bed.