DISCLAIMER: I still don't own Stargate Atlantis. I'm actually a little upset about that. Can't ya tell?

Rodney McKay opened the door to Mickey's pub and headed straight to the bar and ordered a drink. He looked out the window and frowned. It was the middle of winter and not even a sign of snow. It was very warm outside. So warm, in fact, that all he needed was a light jacket. He couldn't remember for the life of him why he chose this city. He missed snow. He missed the cold. He missed Canada. He was contemplating this fact when someone bumped into him.

"Watch it!" Rodney snapped. He looked down at the perpetrator and saw that it was a woman; a very pretty woman with tousled red-gold hair and hazel eyes.

Before he could say anything, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed him passionately, effectively knocking the wind out of him. It took his brain a few seconds to kick in, but soon he was kissing her back just as fiercely as she was kissing him. As if on instinct, he wrapped his arms around her waist bringing them closer together.

A part of him recognized that this wasn't exactly a normal situation. Women didn't go up to strange men and kiss them,; especially, the way she was kissing him. However, the rest of him couldn't give a damn. Beautiful women did not just walk up to him and kiss him like that. He figured that he'd better enjoy it while he could.

When they parted, both a little breathless, Rodney noticed that they had shift position. Her back was now up against the bar and he was standing in front of her instead of the other way around. They stood in silence for a minute or two not knowing what to say.

"You're not married are you?" she asked him breaking the ice. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck and his were still wrapped around her waist.

Rodney shook his head no

"Engaged?"

Again, he shook his head unable to speak.

"Girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

"God no!" Rodney exclaimed, finally finding his voice.

"Thank God!" she breathed out in relief. "A jealous lover is the last thing I need to worry about right now."

"I'm glad you're relieved. Now, if you don't mind, it's my turn to ask some questions," Rodney said.

The woman looked over his shoulder for a moment and then back at him. "Okay. Shoot!" she said.

"Okay? What is this all about?"

"What?" she furrowed her brow.

"This," he said gesturing in between them. "You know, you coming up to me and kissing me like we were in some sappy, romantic movie and then acting all jittery." Rodney felt her hand travel down from his neck to his ass. Rodney stiffened "And why the hell is your hand on my ass?"

Laura wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm hiding," she said battling her eyelashes at him.

"Hiding? Oh God, you didn't steal anything did you?"

"Of course not! If you must know, I'm hiding from an ex-boyfriend. I was hanging out here with some friends when he showed up and I don't want to talk to him, let alone see him and I don't want him to see me, so that's where you come in."

"And what exactly is my role in this whole thing?"

"You're going to help me hide," she explained.

"Oh, I am? Am I?" he said sarcastically. "And where exactly is this boyfriend of yours?"

"Ex-boyfriend," she reminded him. "And he's over there?" she said pointing him out.

"Where?" He was turned around about half way trying to find the ex-boyfriend, when she pulled him by the shirt to face her. "What? I was trying to see."

"Don't you know that you're not supposed to look?" she scolded.

"No. I didn't know that was a rule," Rodney said sarcastically.

"You're an idiot!"

"Well, if I'm such an idiot, maybe you should find some else who's more intelligent to play your little game?" he said folding his arms across his chest with a look of disdain on his face.

"He's coming this way," she warned.

"Then you should get ready to say hi because the two of you are about to get reacquainted." He turned to walk away, but she grabbed him and kissed him like she had before.

"Must you keep doing that?"

"It's not like you weren't enjoying it."

"I hate you!" he growled.

"You're lips are say otherwise," she said smugly.

"Shut up," he said kissing her into silence.

"Now, that's more like it," she said with a grin. She looked around to see if her ex-boyfriend had left. "Is he gone?"

Rodney looked around, but didn't see the ex-boyfriend. "Yeah, I think he is."

"Phew!" she breathed in relief. "You'd figure that being an entire continent away from where you grew up that you would'nyt bump into anyone you actually knew? I can't believe he showed up here? Murphy's Law I guess. The person you want to see the least is the person who ends up showing up."

Rodney laughed. "Isn't that always how it is?"

"Yeah?" she said. There was a moment of awkward silence, each of them trying to come to a decision. "I should go," she said. She kissed him gently on the cheek. "Thank you."

Rodney watched her walk away and came to a decision of his own. "Wait!" he said grabbing her wrist and pulling her back towards him. "You can't go yet."

"Why not?"

"Because he just walked back in," he lied.

"Oh, really?" she asked amused. "Just now?"

"Yeah, he probably had to go and feed the meter," Rodney offered.

"Feed the meter?" she asked incredulously, knowing exactly what he was getting at. Not that she was going to complain. In fact, she was looking for any reason to stay.

"Yeah."

"Well, I guess you're going to have to hide me?"

"Only if I have to," Rodney said in mock resignation, when in reality, he was jumping for joy on the inside.

"You do." This kiss was different from all the others. It was passionate, but also intense and loving. Something that you don't get from a complete stranger. It was almost as if they weren't strangers at all, but soul mates reunited after a long time away from each other.

When they parted, he leaned his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes. His eyes were bright and his gaze intense. So much so that it was starting to make her uncomfortable.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shrugged. "It's just that, you remind me of a girl that I knew when I was a kid."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"I haven't decided yet."

"Let me help you," she offered. She stood on her toes and kissed him. "How 'bout now? She asked smiling against his mouth.

"Still not sure? I think you're going to have to do that again," Rodney said smiling.

She reached up for another kiss, when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted her.

"What is this 'Kiss the Geek'?" one of her friends asked obnoxiously.

The woman ignored the rude comment and shot her friend a dirty look. "Guys, this is…."

"Who cares what his name is?" the other girl said. "There are some really hot guys at the Green Lantern down the street. Let's go!"

"I guess I have to go," she said.

"Yeah," Rodney said hoping not to sound too disappointed.

"Thanks again," she said kissing him on the cheek. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze before walking out the door.

"Girlfriend?" a guy who was sitting at the bar asked. He had dark, spiky hair and was wearing an Air Force uniform.

"No."

"Could've fooled me," he said taking a gulp of his drink.

Rodney was about to make a sarcastic comment when someone tapped him on the shoulder. It was her!

"What are you doing here?" he sputtered.

"I forgot to tell you something," she said smiling.

"What?"

"You remind me of someone too," she said.

"Who?"

"My first kiss." She kissed him one more time and headed out the door to meet her friends leaving him to stand there in shock.

He shook his head trying to kick start his brain. "Oh, yeah. That's her," Rodney said grinning.

"Who?" Sergeant Spiky Hair asked curiously.

"When I was a kid, I met a girl who looked just like her. Same hair, same eyes, and the ability to make my head hurt after five minutes of talking to her," Rodney explained sitting up on a bar stool. "And that," he said pointing towards the door, "was definitely her."

"Well, then, to running into old friends and making new ones," Sergeant Spiky Hair raised his glass and toasted.

"Cheers," Rodney said clinking is glass with the military officer. "Wasn't that a little deep for a military grunt?"

"At least my girlfriend isn't certifiable," the military grunt snarked back.

"Hey! First of all, she is not my girlfriend and second of all, she is not certifiable!"

"She would have to be to kiss you."

"At least my hair doesn't look like is should be caged and studied," Rodney said sarcastically. "Isn't that haircut against regulations?"

"Yeah, but the higher-ups love it. Especially the female ones," Sergeant Spiky Hair said with a sloppy grin.

"You really are a piece of work, you know that?"

"Yup," he said taking another sip of his drink.

Rodney took one final gulp of his drink and got up from the barstool. He fished out his wallet and paid the bartender.

"Well, Sergeant Spiky Hair, as lovely as our little chat has been, I've got to go."

"First off, it's Captain Spiky Hair and I prefer Captain Hotpants."

"Not a chance of that happening," Rodney snickered.

"Secondly," the captian said a little louder, "aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

"Why would I buy you a drink?" Rodney said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh come on, you talk me up for all this time, the least you can do is buy me a drink," he said.

"Sorry, you're not my type," Rodney said with a smirk.

"Sure you don't want another round, McKay?" bartender asked.

"Not tonight, Joe." Rodney said.

"What are you going to do? Go chase after you're girlfriend?" Joe teased.

"For the last time, she's not my girlfriend!"

"Not yet anyway," he teased.

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Goodnight," he called as he walked towards the door.

"Another one?" the Joe asked coming to stand in front of the captain.

"Why not?"

Joe waited until he was sure that Rodney had left. He leaned across the bar toward the captain. "Twenty bucks those two end up married."

"You're on," the captain said and shook the bartender's hand.

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