A/N: I knew I said this would be a one-shot, but I could not resist writing this one. I know it is a little longer than the 500 words. It comes in at 581, but I couldn't cut any pieces out. Enjoy.

Date Night?

Rodney must have fallen asleep while reviewing Zelenka's briefings from when he was out of commissionbecause he was woken by the door chime. A quick look at the clock told him it was dinnertime. Crap! He had not planned on falling asleep, but he must have been more tired than he thought and two weeks on the uncomfortable beds of the infirmary made his bed feel like a slice of heaven. The rushed scientist quickly tried to tame pieces of wild hair and it was too late to change out of the pair of plaid flannel pajama bottoms and yellow t-shirt he had on. "Hey," he tried to play it as nonchalant as possible.

Jennifer's smile grew bigger than it had already been when he opened the door. It was an adorable site with Rodney in pajamas and a few hairs sticking up in the back of his head. "Sorry. Didn't realize you were sleeping. I can come back later," she was slightly disappointed, but his health was most important.

Before he had a chance to respond, Rodney's stomach rumbled, "I don't think my stomach would like that." He tried to peak into the containers his companion bought. "What did you bring?"

"Hey, no peeking," she made her way into the room and placed the food on the table in front of the couch.

The meal was a tease as Jennifer had bought his favorite foods, but avoided talking about the subject she promised to talk about. Rodney wondered what game the coy doctor was playing. The conversation touched on many topics, but not about his words on the sixth day.

After the meal was finished, Jennifer cleared off the trays and sat down next to Rodney, "Here, you still have a few hairs sticking up." She reached up to tame the wild hairs and when she was done, Jennifer slid her hand to the back of his neck and rubbed as she did many times when he was sick.

A fond smile formed on Rodney's face at the gesture. It felt better than he had remembered now that he had a clear head. "Thank you," he said in a hushed tone.

Jennifer looked over to the credenza and saw his laptop opened on top, "Have any good movies?" she was purposely playing coy.

"Only have Saw," he knew it wasn't a date movie. Rodney was not sure what to classify this evening.

"Good enough," she finally removed her hand from his neck and sat on the edge of his bed. There was no reason that two adults could be on a bed and innocently watch a movie together.

McKay was confused at Jennifer's actions. You're just friends. There is no other reason for this. She still feels sorry for you. Rodney set up the movie and got into bed with Jennifer, making sure there was at least a foot and half of space between them.

About half way through the movie Jennifer started slowly inching back until her back was against Rodney's chest. She reached for his arm draped it over her shoulder and made sure the man did not move away. Feels just right.

Rodney thought he had been imagining that Jennifer had been getting closer. His breath caught in the back of his throat and a smile broke out on his face when she put his arm around her, "What's that for?"

She gave him one of his smug smirks, "I thought showing was better than telling."