Author's Note: Hey again! I'm working on another chapter but I thought that I'd give you this short snip-bit to connect the two. Hope you enjoy it!

Timeline: Takes place sometime after "Reunion".

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She was certain that she would never get used to the view. At the mountain, if she needed some air, she could step outside to the site of soldiers with guns pacing, armored vehicles driving through, and a fence that kept her just out of reach with nature. And now, she could simply look out her window or step outside and there was nothing but the deep expanse of ocean and gorgeous rises of shining blue towers.

"Like the view?"

She turned, a slight smile forming as she watched Rodney stepped onto the balcony. "Hey. It's gorgeous." He nodded just as she turned her sight back to the water below them.

She could see his hands gripping the rail near her out of the corner of her eye. She sucked in a breath, letting the silence control the conversation for a while. "Did you read that mission report about when I was accidentally pulled into an alternate reality?"

"From a couple of months ago? Yeah. Interesting read. Glad to hear that even my counterpart was able to create an interdemensional bridge."

Sam couldn't hold back her sigh, shaking her head. Rodney in any universe was still Rodney McKay- he never seemed to change. "Yeah, well… I left a few things out of that report."

His lips twitched and his brows rose. "Like what?"

She twisted against the rail, leaning her hip against it so she could look at him as she talked. "Like the fact that we were divorced- they were divorced. That Sam and Rodney."

"Divorced? As in once married?" She smirked at him, brows raising as she nodded. She noticed the confusion that contorted his face first as he took in the information. It soon transformed into interest as she was sure that he had begun to wonder at the relationship, just as she had. But he turned away from her, making it harder to see the rest of the emotions. She imagined jealousy was playing across his eyes and disgust was forcing his face to cringe against some unbearable thought. "Hmm… That must have been… interesting."

"Quite," she sighed. She couldn't look at him. She pushed herself off against the railing, turning so that she was facing the ocean again. Her hands gripped at the railing, twisting around in through.

Rodney's sigh caught her ear. She looked over her shoulder at him, studying him. She was looking at the same face that had laid over her, the same awkward tuffs of hair that she had run her hands through, the same gentle eyes that had so softly regarded her before. She couldn't help but wonder at the reversal. Last time, he had been the one who had known her, who had intimate details of her stored in his memory. And now the universe had seen fit to reverse the entire situation on her. She couldn't claim to know every intimate detail about Rodney, to know how his mind worked or what his childhood was, but she knew far more about him than he could ever claim to know about her.

"Is there some reason you brought that up now?"

For a minute, she couldn't look at him, she was so wrapped up the memories and the irony that it took her a while to admit, "I was just thinking about it." Her brows wrinkled at her own choice of words and she couldn't help but look up at him. His lips were curling faintly in an absent curiosity. "I just mean… well what you said earlier, in my quarters about "our past"-" she made air quotes around her words, smiling at him as she did. He snorted at her comment; she smiled at the way his cheeks blushed in embarrassment. "It just brought that back is all."

"Oh… You count our alternate lives as a past?" She bites her lip, her eyes lost in the clear blue below. She can feel his eyes burning against her exposed skin. "What?"

"Nothing." She looked over at him. "I should probably get going."

His eyes narrowed, taking her in. "There's something else going on, isn't there? Something you're embarrassed to talk about maybe?"

She couldn't help but look him in the eye as well. Despite the twinkling humour covering the awkward concern, they were the same eyes that had watched her, hungrily taking her in. She had to swallow down the heat rising in her chest. She blinked away the memory. "It's nothing."

"Oh, come on. What is it? You know you want to tell me or you wouldn't have brought it up."

Sam huffed at him, slowly titling her head to the right. Her eyes turned away to catch sight of the water flowing far below her before she looked back up at him. Her eyes found his, confused and curious, and she found herself compelled towards them. She took a step forward.

When her hand reached up, grazing the edges of his tuffs of hair, she almost let herself be surprised by her actions. But she really wasn't. It had been months since she had met the other Rodney, and yet she still thought about it, she still wondered how similar they were to each other. And now her fingers were combing through his hair and her palm was coming to rest on his cheek. It felt the same- smooth skin, protruding cheek bone, slight stubble. She watched her hand as it drank in the old sensation, watched her thumb as it rolled over his pursed lips. Just the feel of the slight moisture had her thinking about leaning in closer.

She did however surprise herself when her lips met his. And suddenly it was like she was back there, stuck in a strange world and surround by complete strangers. But there was one familiar thing about that moment- the shape of his lips against hers as she sucked onto his bottom lip, the taste of him as her tongue gently peeked out to taste him.

And then common sense forced Sam to part their lips and drop her hand. She moved away, just enough to see his eyes. Somewhere in there, beneath the confusion and the smugness, she could see what she imagined that the other Rodney had seen in her eyes just before he turned away from her. She saw the tiny differences, the subtle hints that this was another person and that all pretending was over. Her eyes fell from his face and she turned, finding herself looking over the water.

"Sam?"

It was the same voice.

Sam just turned away from him and walked away.

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I know it's short. Sorry about that but, hopefully, the next chapter will be written soon.