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A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful feedback. Betherdy Babe did a brief beta on this, but any mistakes are mine.

Blue Eyes,

Your cerulean eyes brighten my day and fill my nights.

My soul gazes into their depths hoping to find its mate.

Dreaming of You

Rodney returned from the away mission exhausted and confused. Listening to Jennifer's advice and paying close attention all day, he noted that Sergeant Dusty Mehra was seriously drooling over Master Gunnery Sergeant Richards. The young Marine practically licked her lips when he flexed his pinky. Definitely not her.

Teyla was harder to read because the hormones of pregnancy made his teammate moody. She went from smiling at him to snapping his head off in the same sentence. The Athosian hadn't seen many acts of physical bravery by Rodney over the years so saving Jennifer could have impressed her. His interest in her pregnancy and providing the baby with his thoughts for her to listen to might be construed as interested in her. But no, it can't be Teyla.

"Rodney?" Jennifer's voice came over his earwig.

"Hey, aren't you tired?" Rodney asked.

"Exhausted, but starving. Unlike you I don't love MREs," she laughed.

"Are you asking me to dinner?" Rodney asked. Having Jennifer with his team gave him a respite from the harassment he was bound to get after having been out of commission for a week.

"I wish," she said. "No, I need you in the infirmary. You snuck out without giving us a blood sample."

"Damn. I thought you might be joining the Rodney McKay fan club too." Silence came over the earwig and Rodney closed his eyes, groaning. "Did I say something stupid, again?"

"No, Rodney," Jennifer said. "And I don't need to join your fan club since I've always been a member."

"R-i-ght," Rodney laughed, drawing out the word. "Since I insulted you when we first met."

"See you in a few."

Several more days passed before another note arrived. Rodney was waiting to be released from the infirmary after injuring his foot in the lab and got his tablet from its custom pack, causing a piece of paper to fall out.

"Uh-oh," Jennifer said, scooping it off the floor before he could get it. "How'd it get there? Someone in your lab perhaps?"

"Hand it over," Rodney said.

"Maybe I'll just scan it and post it on the intranet," she said as she brought the envelope to her nose. "No perfume. She must know you have a sensitive nose."

Rodney glared at her, or made an attempt at glaring because she was so cute with her hair pulled up in a ponytail. Holding out his hand impatiently, he waited for her to give him the letter.

With a shaky hand he opened it and then almost dropped it again. Sam? Of course!

"So," Jennifer said, putting her hands on her hips and tapping her foot. "Who do you think it is now? One of your staff?"

"No, but I do know who it is," Rodney said quietly.

"Who?" Jennifer asked.

"Sam."

"As in Colonel Carter?" Jennifer asked as her tawny eyes widened after his affirmative nod. "Why do you think that?"

"Blue eyes." Rodney handed the note back to Jennifer.

"Sam has blue eyes, but what does that have to do with anything?" Jennifer asked, crossing her arms.

"It's a nickname I used for her," he confessed. Somehow he never thought he'd have so little reaction to Sam finally showing interest in him. "Before she became my boss."

"Oh," Jennifer said, glancing around the room.

"How do you think I should confront her?" Rodney asked. He looked hopefully at Jennifer only to find her looking past him. "Just barge in her office? In her quarters?"

"I-I don't know, Rodney," Jennifer replied.

"Yes you do. You do know something," he said, jumping off the bed.

"What're you talking about?" she said, shaking her head and taking a step back from him.

"You have the classic I'm-hiding-something look," he said with a smug smile. "You won't make eye contact, you're defensive and you're fidgeting. Not bad with the observational skills now am I?"

"I'm not fidgeting and I remembered something I need to do," she said with a pink stain creeping over her cheeks.

"It is Sam," he said, proud that he figured it out. His eyes widened as he continued, "And you've been helping her. She couldn't get around because of her cast. It all fits: the Tac vest that you said you refilled, my computer pack in the infirmary just now. But how'd you get into the laundry?"

"Rodney…" Jennifer started, but then shook her head. "I'm not passing notes to you from Colonel Carter."

"I guess it was just a matter of time before she came around," Rodney said with a bigger grin, ignoring Jennifer's words. Working closely with me, she finally realized I'm perfect for her.

"You want it to be Sam, don't you?" Jennifer asked softly.

"Sure. I mean I… Well, I…" Rodney was speechless. As he looked at the suddenly subdued Jennifer Keller in front of him he realized the competition with Samantha since they first met and the attraction it caused had turned into more of a sibling rivalry. Did he really want Sam to be interested in him romantically? Could he think of her that way anymore?

"Rodney?" Jennifer's voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Hey, you know I suck at this," Rodney said as he shook off his thoughts and hoped to get the friendly bantering with his friend back. "What should I do?"

"I can't tell you that, Rodney," Jennifer said, turning slightly toward the door. "And I really do need to go. I'll get Doctor Cole to clear you."

"But you're my doctor," Rodney whined as Jennifer called Amanda on her earwig.

"I've told you a dozen times, we don't have dedicated patients," Jennifer said, heading out the door. "Have a good night."

"Jennifer," Rodney called after her. His head was spinning as he realized that Jennifer's abrupt departure weighed more heavily on his mind than Samantha Carter's possible affection.

TBC

A/N: The blue eyes reference is in McKay and Mrs Miller. I promise this isn't getting drawn out much longer.