A/N: This is something that popped into my head earlier and I wanted to see where it would take me. This is unbetaed so all mistakes belong to me.
What if Rodney chose music instead of science?
Rodney McKay was living the good life. He had everything he could ask; the perfect career, a big house, enough money to live comfortably for the rest of his and the best thing a massive ego could ask for: adoring fans who showered him with gifts. For people who were outwardly seemed prim and proper had a hidden wild side. The gifts received by fans sometimes crossed the lines into the bizarre. There were countless undergarments, but the oddest gift ever was a block of cheese sculpted into his likeness.
Tonight's performance had been one of Rodney's best. Nothing gave him a better high then when he got lost in an emotional interlude. When his fingers danced over the smooth ivory keys the world around him ceased to exist. Each note bared the pianist's soul until raw emotion took over and anyone listening found it impossible not to be drawn into a wondrous world.
Now, Rodney sat in a bar not far from the concert venue, sipping on a bottle of beer. The only negative aspect of being a classical pianist was the tuxedo his manager forced him to wear for every performance. Nobody wants to see you dressed like a slob was the line the annoying woman constantly gave him. Less than ten minutes after every show the pianist was out of the stuffy costume and into his preferred jeans and button down shirt.
Drawing on the last sip from the bottle, he reflected that this life was one that could have turned out to be different. When his piano teacher told Rodney that he had no feel for the art of music he lost the will to play. It was traumatizing for the pre-teen to have his dreams crushed and Rodney briefly threw himself into his second love: science. The joy of experimenting came crashing down after the CIA confiscated his atomic bomb and questioned the boy for six hours. After that, his parents forbid Rodney from experimenting ever again. With no place to turn, the lost child planned to prove his former piano teacher wrong. Revenge was served when his first CD hit the Billboard Charts and mailed it to the would-be dream crusher.
Before Rodney had a chance to order a second beer, the bartender bought another bottle over. "From the red head," the man pointed the mousy woman at the far end of the bar.
Rodney unfolded the napkin that accompanied the bottle:
Your music gets me hot. Let me make you hot.
A phone number was scribbled at the bottom of the note. The disgusted man crumpled the napkin and threw it away. Desperate sycophants.
Rodney was about to leave when an attractive blonde took the neighboring stool, "Hello." he said with his most charming smile.
The blonde smiled back, instantly attracted to the sexy blue eyes and winning smile. "Hi," she returned the greeting.
"Can I get you a drink?" the flirtatious man made an offer he hoped she would not refuse.
"I don't usually take drinks from strangers."
"I'm Rodney. There, now we aren't strangers," he offered his hand to shake.
"With a smile like that how could I refuse? I'm Jennifer," she shook the offered hand.
End A/N: Of course with me it had to have hints of McKeller. Hope you enjoyed.