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A/N: Yes, another challenge. All of us were so happy to see all your other ideas. It's great to see so many people writing.

Here's my response to the newest challenge. Mistakes are mine. 491 words w/o Notes.

Rodney stared at the letter before him. I'm quitting once again, just like piano. But this is different he tried to tell himself. Is it? Always something wrong with me. The internal battle had been waged for weeks, but after today Rodney McKay knew he couldn't remain on Atlantis any longer.

Pushing up from his desk and closing his laptop, he heard a sound behind him. The physicist turned and saw several of his scientists entering the lab. Not your scientists any longer, yours and Rod's.

Rod McKay had been stranded in Rodney's universe since a botched attempt to send him home six months ago. The ZPM had been burned out and the SGC was going to fire him if not for Rod's intervention.

After spending the evening in his office to keep from listening to the New Year's Eve party that was happening throughout Atlantis, the weary astrophysicist headed to his quarters. The laughter in the lab and the corridors beyond was too much to bear.

"I can't believe he plays the piano," a wispy brunette said as she clung to a burly Marine outside the transporter. "Imagine if our McKay did?"

Rodney decided to take the stairs.

"Our McKay? Never," the Marine replied. "And did you see the red head trying to crawl on his lap?"

"No, a blond was already there," the girl giggled.

Rodney felt nauseous. Katie Brown and Jennifer Keller. The genius liked Katie at first, but when Jennifer arrived all thoughts of even Samantha Carter vanished from his brain.

Jennifer used to eat meals with him and sit with him on movie night, but that changed recently. Since Rod was assigned his own gate team and often escorted Jennifer off world, they were often huddled together. Even when I saw him kissing Katie Brown.

Rage welled up as he thought of Rod playing the two women off each other. A desire to punch his doppelganger almost turned him back to the transporter.

"Rodney!" a breathless female voice shouted.

"Jennifer?" he turned and saw a vision in a black dress rushing toward him.

"Where have you been?" she asked as she stopped before him.

The image of Jennifer with her hair flowing around her and the form-fitting dress would haunt him on the Daedalus back to Earth.

"Ah… My office…" he stammered as she moved close and took his hand.

"It's almost midnight and I didn't want to miss you," she said.

"Miss me?"

A grin broke on Jennifer's face at the sound of midnight. Then she leaned close and kissed him. "Rod said I should make the first move."

"Rod?" His laptop hit to the floor as his arms encircled her waist.

"Figured the best way to get to you was to grill an alternate of yourself." Jennifer kissed him again. "Looks like it worked. You've dropped your work for me."

"Had nothing important on it." He pulled her close and kissed her again.