A/N: Thank you to everyone who persisted yesterday in order to send your review, even a PM! Or both! It was wonderful to know you like my fic so much, or whatever made you all do it LOL. Anyway, many thanks! It was much appreciated, and I hope you think it was worth it for this ending!

All aboard the good ship "McKay/Weir? Are You Insane?" The forecast is reasonably calm, but if you have a particularly sensitive disposition, the Captain has a pack of Kwells, so just ask. We also have a dentist on board who says as long as you clean your teeth afterwards, there's hardly any risk of cavities. This is the final leg of the trip, enjoy!


Chapter Five

Rodney looked up, and along the catwalk, spying the open duct. "You never." he said incredulously, "What were you thinking? You could have been hurt, got stuck…"

Elizabeth shrugged, "I wasn't really thinking at all. I knew you were here, with her… I just wanted to know… I didn't really think you… OK, I thought maybe you and she… oh, damn, I look the biggest fool in two galaxies." She wrapped her arms around herself, and turned away a little.

A smirk grew across Rodney's face, as he contemplated how she must feel about him to crawl eight-point-four metres in a ventilation duct, then spy on him from an inspection catwalk. He reached out a hand to touch her shoulder, "Hey. Come on. I'm flattered."

She twisted her head round, looking up at him cautiously. He smiled broadly at her, and she let a small smile grace her features as she glanced down.

She shut her eyes, "It was just… every time I thought about you and her… I was really, really, jealous. I didn't want you to spend you time with her, I wanted you to spend it with me."

Rodney put his hands on her upper arms, and peered at her, willing her to look up, "Elizabeth. I would like nothing better than to spend a whole bunch of time with you. I think you're beautiful, and smart, and you've got great teeth… OK, anyway, I really like you, a lot, and you don't need to go crawling through the ventilation shaft to see me."

She blinked up at him, feeling happy inside, "Really? You wouldn't rather…?"

"I love my work, Elizabeth, I can't deny it. And Miko is a great scientist. But like she said, I'm not her type. But we work well together, you know that. She can really see where a problem lies."

"Hmmm. I think I see that now."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I see. Yes, I guess she saw this coming. Wish I had. I might have asked you on a date before you… well, anyway, um… are you sure you're OK? Do you need to see Carson, or…?"

"Just my pride dented, Rodney." She laughed lightly.

"Um… Can I…? How 'bout I kiss it better?"

She laughed again, "Yes, please! But… not here. Would you mind if I go get cleaned up first? And… we'll need to get someone to fix everything I wrecked here."

He grinned, "No problem. I'll get Zelenka to fix it all." Rodney reached out a hand, cupping her face lightly, using his thumb to wipe away a smudge of grime. "Come on, let me walk you."

Elizabeth put her hand over his and pressed it to her cheek, closing her eyes in a brief moment of relief. Opening her eyes and returning his smile, she pulled his hand away and entwined her arm with his. They headed towards her quarters.

"Rodney?"

"Yes?"

"Who exactly is Miko's type?"

"I'm not sure you wanna know."

After a moments silence, Elizabeth said, "I'm good at surveillance you know."

Rodney snorted, "Yeah, I saw. I'll let you find out on your own then."

"But…I… hmmph… You, Rodney McKay, are infuriating sometimes."

"Thanks, 'Lizabeth. I think you're great too."

fin


A/N: Let's slip away quietly and give them some privacy... Hope you enjoyed it! It's been a lot of fun, thank you all for reading and reviewing. A bit of shore leave, and then, who knows, more absurd and shippy journeys may be on their way…Should I say that? They'll say I'm teasing them again. Honestly, they're so impatient… And the funniest thing is, these plots are just ridiculous! tut.