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"I can't dance." John admitted somewhat embarrassed.

Elizabeth shook her head.

"Major if we're going to host this 'ball' or whatever for the Janun's, your going to be expected to dance."

"Well no one told me the ability to fox trot was required for this mission." John said.

"Actually I'd imagine the waltz would be a more suitable choice of dance, just be glad you don't have to learn the Pasadoble." Rodney said, fiddling at his lap-top.

"Oh what do you know?" Sheppard said.

"Well for one Major I know how to dance."

"Yeah right."

"Yeah right. Waltz, Tango, Fox Trot, Quickstep, Cha Cha, Samba, Rumba, Salsa, Swing... and of course the Pasadoble, though I admit that last one was hard to master." Rodney rhymed of the list.

"Well then Rodney, maybe you can teach Major Sheppard some of the basics." Elizabeth suggested.

"No... I can't, I have far too much work today without getting my feet trampled thank you very much." Rodney said.

"Rodney..." Elizabeth gave him a look.

"Fine... but for every time he stands on my feet I'm going to kick him in the shin." Rodney snarked.

"Just teach him to Waltz, Rodney, what you do after that I don't care." Elizabeth said dismissing them both from the conference room.

"But I was working in here." Rodney complained.

"Well work in your lab... or better yet get started on teaching the Major to dance."

Rodney huffed, but shuffled of anyway in the general direction of his lab.

"Hey McKay ah... no one needs to know about this right?"

"Believe me Major this is the last thing I want anyone to know about." Rodney told him, not even bothering to slow down as John followed him.

"So how I mean when are we gonna..." John shrugged.

"When I'm not busy, now go away." Rodney said promptly ignoring him and continuing onto his lab.

"Right..." John said more to himself that the retreating Rodney, yup this would be fun.


"Would you stand still!" Rodney snapped.

"Well you said..."

"When the music starts you idiot, now stand still, put your arms where I showed you... and wait for the music." Rodney ordered.

"You know if anyone saw this..."

"The last thing anyone would be thinking seeing this is that we were sleeping together, actually they'd probably think you were trying to kill me and might not be wrong. Would you please watch your feet!"

"Sorry." John muttered.

Rodney closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Just be more careful." Rodney said, taking up positions again.

"Now, 1... 2... 3... 1... 2... 3... Rodney counted of the beats and John concentrated on following the steps without standing on Rodney's feet.

"Now I want you to... Oww!"

"Sorry..." John murmured again, stepping back.

Rodney sighed and tried, really tried to keep his patience in check.

"Let's try again." He said.


"That's it, step into it ... 2... 3..." Rodney stopped counting and let John follow the music.

"I did it." John was practically beaming.

Rodney tried to curb his own enthusiasm on John's success.

"Yes my toes thank you." Rodney said, in an effort to mask his excitement.

"I... yeah... thanks for, ya know." John swept his arm around the room.

Rodney just shrugged and said he and work to do.


Rodney was in his quarters that night, stripped down to his boxers and t-shirt, when the door knocked.

"Major what are you doing here? It's late." Rodney asked.

"I brought this, I talked to Carson, he said it's really good to soak your feet in and I sorta thought you might need to after me standing on them so many times... well..." John shrugged sort of sheepishly.

"I... thank you." Rodney said, taking the sachet.

"I'll ah, leave you to it."

"Major, I have some tea, if you'd like some," Rodney offered.

John cocked his head to the side and grinned.

"Yeah. That'd be good."

"So where did you learn to dance?" John asked.

"I took lessons when I was younger." Rodney told him.

"Really?" John couldn't picture Rodney taking dance lessons.

"I grew up in a small town, I was too damn smart for my own good, I'd read every book in the library, and I was bored, it was something new I could learn, something new to master." Rodney shrugged.

"You're really good." John said.

"I haven't danced since high school, I'm actually pleased I remembered all the steps." Rodney admitted.

"Really, what about dances and stuff in college?" John asked.

"It's hard to dance alone Major." Was all Rodney said, standing suddenly.


"I don't want your pity Major."

"Good, cause I wasn't going to offer it... just... you’re a good guy, Rodney... I know I can be a jerk sometimes, you know, tease you and stuff, but you’re a good guy," John shrugged, feeling very self-conscious.

Neither of them really knew what to say next.

"We... we could practice your waltz again, just to you know make sure you've got all the steps." Rodney suggested.

John nodded and helped Rodney shift a few things to give them space.

Rodney put some music on his lap-top, it was a slower piece than they'd been using that afternoon.

"Just follow the beat." Rodney instructed John, letting him take the lead, following through the steps.

John was only half concentrating on the steps, he was mostly busy watching Rodney... the scientist moved with a grace that belied him.

Of course the scientist did a lot of things that went in the face of what people expected... no Rodney McKay was definitely not everything he appeared to be on the outside... and John was curious enough to be intrigued, even attracted to what lay beneath.

He was so busy watching Rodney that he didn't notice Rodney watching him, and they were both so busy watching each other, they didn't notice that the music had stopped.

"I ah... you know the steps pretty well... I..." Rodney stuttered.

"Yeah." John agreed, not really sure what he was agreeing with but it seemed like the thing to do.


"Yeah." John repeated.

"You said that already." Rodney commented.

"I guess I did." John agreed, bowing his head a little as his cheeks flushed.

"John..." Rodney murmured his name, they were still standing so close, so close John could feel the air expelling every time Rodney spoke... so close John could feel the heat of Rodney's body against his own.

"John..." Rodney repeated, but John wasn't listening, he was too busy trying to control his heart rate... but he needn't have bothered, because as soon as Rodney leaned forward and kissed him his heart rate hit the roof, and he couldn't remember a single reason why he was trying to control it to begin with.

Music or not, Rodney and John swayed on, lips sealed together.

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