Sorry this took so long, but RL wouldn't quite interfering with McKeller world!!!

Hope ya enjoy this, this wraps everything up … and then I'm sure I have another prompt to start on …

And if anyone didn't watch "Brain Storm" Friday night … DOWNLOAD IT, FIND IT ON YOUTUBE, WHATEVER YOU DO, YOU MUST WATCH!!! I won't spoil anything, but I'll say this: the McKeller thread on GW was never as busy as it was that night … in a positive way!

Slight spoiler in this chapter for "Brain Storm" as well …

Jennifer finished putting on the last of her sunscreen, sitting on the lounge chair on the beach. They had decided to spend their last night here; they had a very good excuse to come back anyway. She was calling her dad tonight and telling him that while she had planned with her whole heart on coming to visit him, the powers that be had cut her vacation time short, so she wouldn't see him for another little while.

And, oh yeah, I have a boyfriend. Bye!

She smiled to herself, mind pondering the future phone conversation with him. She heard a shuffling behind her and she put her feet up on the chaise as he dropped his laptop bag next to him on the blanket. "So . . . are you happy?"

Sliding her sunglasses on, she replied, "Fairly."

He grinned as he put his sunglasses on as well. "Well I called Jeannie and talked to her . . . and she said that she understood and told me to tell you hi."

"Well that's nice," Jennifer responded. "Did you . . . you know, tell her about us?"

"I told her that we're dating, but I didn't mention anything about the engagement. Actually," he mentioned, a goofy grin coming over his face, "I'm still in shock about it. Not -- not bad shock, but just still surprised at myself that I did that and that you actually said -- wait, you did say yes, right?"

Jennifer nodded, laying back on the lounger. "Yes, Dr. McKay."

"Oh. Okay, just checking." He pulled off his shirt and laid it on the laptop bag, She glanced over at him and thought that he was drifting off, taking a nap, until--

"So you never answered my question."

"Rodney, I just said yes! Again!" she replied incredulously, turning on her side, facing him.

"No, no, not that," he amended, turning onto his side to face Jennifer. "Woolsey. What did you have to do to get a week long vacation out of the man? It couldn't have been easy . . . I tried to get him to approve turning the spare storage room behind the commissary into a private dining room and--"

"Rodney," she said in a slight tone of warning.

"Well, it had to be big! I mean, the man gave you a week off! In the middle of flu season!"

Jennifer smiled at the hypochondriac in Rodney. He knew full well that the flu season was practically non-existent on Atlantis, but he, along with a small number of other hypochondriacs in the city, mourned its passing, almost as if following a religion.

The customary three days -- four for Rodney -- that they annually spent in the infirmary were three days that Jennifer could have done without; even when she showed them detailed bloodwork, showing that they had no evidence of the influenza in their system, they refused to listen and passed the days. Miraculously, on the third day, the others would leave . . . and Rodney would stay, adding some ridiculous claim to his maladies.

Jennifer didn't mind him staying a fourth day.

She sighed and allowed her mind to wander back to the present. Deciding to avoid the whole argument on the flu season, she simply stated, "We bartered. I did something for him, and he did something for me."

Rodney's face contorted into horror. "Oh my God, Jennifer, he's old enough--"

"Meredith Rodney McKay, get your mind out of the gutter this moment!" she exclaimed at him.

Rodney shrunk back into his chair. "Sorry."

"Understand me, if I tell you this, and you tell someone, not only will we both have violated doctor/patient confidentiality, but I'll fabricate your medical records so badly that you won't be able to get a job 100 miles within anyone who can correctly explain zero point energy. Understood?"

Rodney gulped. "Um, yeah. Yeah, I understand."

"Woolsey had a rash that showed very prominently on his neck, and I treated him for it and didn't make a note of it on his medical records."

"What kind of rash?"

"Rodney!"

"Hey, you've told me this much, might as well give me the whole story! What kind of rash?" he questioned again, suspiciously.

She sighed, closing her eyes in slight shame. "It was a . . . a hickey."

"A hickey?"

"When he came back to Earth a few weeks ago, I set him up with a professor that taught at my alma mater. That night, he had to return to Atlantis, and the next morning he had a meeting with the IOA delegation. So I covered it up for him, and I didn't make a note of it on his records because it had no bearing on his prior or future medical history, and I can't believe I just told you that," she said, hiding behind her towel as she pulled it up over her face.

When she lowered it past her eyes, she saw Rodney giving her the same kind, warm smile that he'd given her on the jet back from Tunney's demonstration. "Well, maybe not the most conventional type of bargain but that was kind of you . . . you know, giving him a chance. All brains deserve one."

She smiled, then glanced around. "Hey, have you tried working on your laptop at all since we got here?"

"That one time in town at the coffee shop."

"Out here, I mean?"

"No, why would I try it out here?!"

"Just humor me, Rodney. Please?"

Her pleading eyes worked and Rodney sighed, pulling out his laptop. "Fine, but don't expect anything."

"Just try to get an internet connection."

Having just been on sleep, his laptop pulled up easily and he started the short procedure of connecting to a network. "Jennifer, we're on a barrier island, why would -- what is this?" he asked rhetorically, staring at the screen in a mixture of excitement and shock. "There's wi-fi out here?!"

Jennifer smiled sheepishly. "I never did tell you the reason why I wanted to come here, did I?"

"Yeah, you said you and your dad used to come out here."

"Well, just before I left for Atlantis, Dad told me that they'd done a number of small renovations out here, one of which was adding a wi-fi network for the guests to keep up with the Jones, so to speak."

Rodney almost wasn't paying attention as he got access to the Internet and started surfing the Web. "Yeah and?"

"I remember you said one time, and I somewhat quote, 'A beach with fiber optics is great'?" Well, it's not exactly fiber optics but can you get wi-fi access on a beach in Pegasus?"

"Nuh-uh."

"And sitting next to your fiancée and surfing the Web at the beach is -- c'mon, Rodney, fill in the blank," she joked playfully at him.

He paused, closed the lid on his laptop, and smiled at her. "Being anywhere with you is awesome." He slid the computer back into his bag, and eyed Jennifer's swim suit for a minute. He sat upright, setting his feet back on the sand. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Jennifer. I honestly can't imagine a better vacation that this."

Suggestively, Jennifer replied, "Oh. Then just wait till the honeymoon. So that reminds me . . . now we get to start planning our wedding."

"Does that have to involve the groom as well?"

"Yes, Rodney, you are not shirking your responsibilities this time."

"Well, yes, I know that, but you know, the galaxy needs saving at least twice, if not three times a week. So we have to work out some kind of schedule around that."

"How about," she suggested, swinging her feet and planting them right on Rodney's own, "that you save the universe once a week, and then you drop whatever little thing that you're doing that Radek can easily do himself, and we get together and start planning?"

"Once isn't going to do, and what I do is too much--"

"Rodney? Do you want me to marry you or not? Once a week, save the galaxy, get it out of your system, and then we'll work on planning."

"Three times."

"Twice."

"Three times!"

"Need I remind you of a little thing called humility? Once, and that's my final offer."

"Deal. But I'm telling you mmph--"

She abruptly cut him off with a kiss, and he completely melted into her as the sun shone only on them and they were the only two people left in the world.

Until his stomach grumbled.

So sorry this took forever to finish!!! Thank you all for your kind reviews and hopefully, RL will permit me to start chronicling more adventures of the awesomeness that is McKeller! Special shout-out to the McKeller thread on GW!!!