A/N: Finally, I'm finished cleaning my sister's house! I couldn't wait to be done, because I can now get paid and get things I want!

Lady: It's Selena...she's gonna do something absolutely horrendous to Rodney! They are indeed dating, I'm going to make a reference to that later on...

Soccer: Yes, she did love it! And you and ladygris know her too well ;D I have something absolutely dreadful in mind for Selena and Rodney!

Gimme the green-light, I'm ready to go

Here at the start-line, I'm breaking the rope

I'm gonna take you, I'm gonna shake you

No one's gonna lose walkin' in my shoes

Camp Rock 2 Soundtrack - Walkin' In My Shoes

Carson had been working at the computer, a cup of coffee by the keyboard. Fatigue washed over him as he looked up to see Rodney walk in. The other man didn't walk, as much as he strutted. His eyes met Carson's as he arched a brow.

"You busy?" he asked. Carson stacked the papers as he waved his friend in.

"No, no, you're fine," he assured him. "How are you feeling?"

Rodney waved his hand submissively. "I'm fine," he replied. Carson knew of Rodney's dislike of Selena. He had serious doubts of just how 'fine' he really was.

"Really," Carson said, sliding the papers into the bin to be finished tomorrow.

"Mainly because of Selena. I know I say she's a gigantic pain in the ass, but she's actually quite charming once I got to know her. Between you and me, I'm pretty damn lucky it was her that got locked in my head," Rodney commented.

Carson's eyebrow arched at his friend's words. "Should you...?" he trailed off. This didn't sound like Rodney. Rodney would grudgingly admit he was wrong about someone, but never outright admit it.

"She's asleep. Can't hear a thing," Rodney replied, pointing to his head. "And if she's going to talk in her sleep, I wish she'd do it in English."

Carson chuckled. "Well, then I agree with you. I think she's a perfectly lovely lady," he replied.

Rodney smiled widely. "I think so, too."

Carson hadn't been able to stifle his concern for the well-being of both Rodney McKay and Selena Fuentes. The two really didn't get along, and the year he had known Selena, he knew she would be miserable kept in a confined space like Rodney's consciousness, unable to do anything but annoy him half to death.

"But, actually, would you mind doing me a favor?" Rodney asked. "Would you mind, ah, riding shotgun on my date with Katie tomorrow night?"

Carson arched an eyebrow as he surveyed his friend. "You're going through with it?" he asked.

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Well, of course I am! I've canceled on her so many times, that I don't wanna mess this up. Whether or not Selena Fuentes is in my consciousness."

"But what do you want me to do?" Carson asked. Rodney twisted his mouth in thought, before sighing.

"Look, it's no secret that I'm terrible with women," he admitted. Carson had to laugh at the words. Rodney McKay was indeed no Romeo. "Having someone there to cut me off when I'm about to make a fool of myself would really help a lot."

Carson sighed as he deliberated. He had to wonder what the actual motive would. Katie surely would feel differently than what Rodney was feeling about it.

"Okay, I'll go," he finally agreed. Rodney's smile widened and he patted Carson on the shoulder with both hands.

"Great!" he exclaimed with great enthusiasm. As he walked out of the Infirmary, he looked over his shoulder. "And thank you!"

Carson watched him go with a shake of his head. Such an odd man Rodney McKay was...

Selena could feel the grogginess as Rodney became more alert. And he was pissed.

"Give me five more minutes, I'm exhausted," she muttered.

"No, not five more minutes! Where the hell am I?"

Selena's eyes became focused on the open laptop on her nightstand, Shakira's 'Underneath Your Clothes' playing over the speakers. Pictures of her family were showing up in a slide-show, a particular photo of Carmen and Selena standing side by side on the beach. In bikinis. The star tattoo was in clear view as another picture came into view of all of the Fuentes sisters standing with their backs to the camera, their tongues sticking out. Selena's tattoos on her back were proudly revealed, one eye closed in a wink.

"We're in my room, chill out," she replied, slowly becoming more coherent. She rubbed her eyes and stretched, grunting with the effort. "A bed of rocks would have been better than your bed."

"That's a prescription mattress, I need that for my back!" Rodney informed her. Selena rolled her eyes. "Now, how the hell did I get here?"

"We walked in here when you were sleeping," she answered. With a self-satisfied smirk, she continued. "I've found it's a lot easier to control your body when you're asleep."

"You did what?" Rodney half-shrieked. He looked around the room. "Where are my pants?"

"On the chair, chill out. We had to sleep in your underwear because my shorts don't seem to fit," Selena replied in annoyance. "My eyes threw up multiple times."

"I feel violated," he informed her as he pulled his pants on. She rolled her eyes again.

"You and me both, chief," she retorted.

"Why am I in a burning sort of pain?" Rodney asked. Selena smirked again, planting her hands on her hips.

"My nightly routine," she answered innocently. "A jog, two hundred sit-ups, one hundred and fifty push-ups, forty chin-ups..."

"Why the hell did you do that?" he demanded.

"Because it calms me down and helps me sleep," she replied. "If you at least jog at night, the burn goes away and it's very invigorating."

"Did you ingest any citrus? I am deathly allergic to citrus," Rodney asked. Selena twisted her mouth in thought.

"Yikes..." she murmured. When he froze, she let out a giggle. "Lighten up, will you? I exercised, flirted hardcore with all of the soldiers, came back here and went to bed, plain and simple."

She could feel his annoyance and giggled again. "I'm kidding about the flirting."

"I'd love to 'lighten up'," he said as he pulled his shirt on over his head. "But every muscle in my body is on fire now, thanks to you and your stupid workout."

"Oh, be lucky I didn't make you belly-dance. You wouldn't be able to walk right now because of how out of shape you are," Selena snarked. "But anyways, what's on the agenda for today?"

"More of the same. Any ideas?" Rodney asked. Selena tapped her chin in thought.

"I have a few," she answered.

"That is completely out of the question!" Rodney declared. Selena snorted.

"Why? Would you rather go it alone?" she countered, planting her hands onto her hips.

"Yes, I would!" he replied. She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"You need a wing-man like people need oxygen, McKay," she told him. "C'mon, who knows women better than a woman? I know what women like to hear, you'll sound like a real Casanova. If you let me take over speech, I'll compliment her in Spanish. Chicks go nuts over bilingualism, above all people, I would know."

"Thanks for the offer, Cyrano, but I'll pass," he declined. His answer was weaker this time.

"I was there when you bumped into her. I felt how nervous and awkward you were," she reminded him. "Maybe this is why it happened..."

"This is why this happened?" he repeated. "Are you insane?"

"Considering our situation here, I think I've been extremely reasonable. I can make this a living hell for you, Rodney. This is something I wanna do, and we're doing it," Selena snapped. "It's about time that I speak my piece and you're gonna listen!"