A/N: Finally, at long last, for everyone who read Just a Theorem the first time round, and especially those who asked for it, namely Serina Kat, NenyaVilyaNenya and SG Kawoosh, and most of all for anyone who voted for Just a Theorem and gave it an Isis Award, here is the journey back to Cheyenne when John picked Rodney up from his, or rather the neighbour's, apartment. Once again, no need to read that fic, you'll soon figure out what went on...

Chapter Two - MONDAY

Rodney hauled his bag a little higher onto his shoulder, and followed Sheppard to the car. Sheppard opened the trunk, and Rodney tossed his bag in while giving his colleague a wary glance. The other man had an angelic smile on his face.

Pausing with his hand on the handle of the car door, Rodney muttered, "Thanks for coming to get me."

Sheppard grinned, and slipped into the drivers seat. He glanced across at Rodney who'd got in beside him, "No problem. I've enjoyed every moment so far."

Rodney glared at him as they fastened their seat belts. "It was perfectly innocent."

Sheppard surprised himself by containing his guffaw. "Oh really? Which part? The part where she said "Thanks for the most wonderful weekend" or the part with the full-on tongue duelling?" He slipped the gear stick forward, and pulled away from the apartment block.

Rodney buried his face in his hands, "I so knew this was going to happen."

Sheppard smirked, "What's wrong, Rodney? You sure have one sexy neighbour, and there's nothing to be embarrassed about having a 'wonderful weekend' with her."

Rodney seemed to flinch at every word, sliding down the seat as far as he could. "Nothing happened!" he retorted, "I swear. Don't tell anyone. Please. It was… it must have been for show… an act. I swear nothing happened."

"Well, it was one hell of an act, Rodney. You say nothing happened, but there you were, in her apartment, at…" he glanced at the clock on the dash, "…six in the morning." He looked over and waggled his eyebrows.

Rodney's face was like purple thunder. "She keeps my cat! I was staying with my cat, OK?"

Sheppard's eyes widened, and he thought for a moment, "She's the one who called you a pig?"

Rodney nodded, dropping his gaze to the floor, "It's a really long story."

"Oh good. I like stories." Sheppard said brightly.

"Major…"

"It's Colonel, now. Lieutenant Colonel, actually."

Rodney blinked. "Seriously? They're keeping you. That's great! Oh thank goodness, I thought we'd get stuck with some uptight trigger-happy Marine in charge. I think I might stick to Sheppard though, if you don't mind. I'm easily confused by ranks."

"Just tell the story, Rodney. Promotion and flattery haven't affected my short term memory."

"Story?"

Sheppard rolled his eyes. "What story, he says. Kiss? Not in your own apartment? Wonderful weekend?"

"Oh. That story."

"Yes."

"Look, let me just reiterate my earlier statement. Nothing happened. Would I be saying nothing happened if something actually happened?"

"I dunno. Would you?"

"I'm not like that, Major. Colonel. I don't jump into bed with a girl on the first date. I have more respect for women than that."

"She turned you down, huh?"

Rodney just pursed his lips and folded his arms.

"Never mind, Rodney. You guys looked pretty cosy. Even if she did turn you down."

"Yeah, well, she's a nice kid."

"She didn't look that young. No offence."

"Hmph. Well, after the year we've had, I'm feeling pretty old right now."

"Yeah, point taken." Sheppard sighed, "OK, well, I guess I have to believe you. If you say nothing happened, nothing happened."

"Thank you." Rodney said, relieved. " And I would appreciate it if you wouldn't mention this to anyone. Especially Radek. Or Carson… Or Elizabeth."

"No one? Not even Teyla?"

"Not even her."

"Damn, Rodney. You're no fun sometimes."

TBC

A/N: Oh I dunno, I think Rodney is lots of fun...