ah, gravity, thou art, a heartless bitch.

Rant

2009-03-15T02:58:18Z

I've been kind of dead on LJ for a while now - haven't read any new fics or posted or writed anything. I felt like I needed a tiny explanation post.

Life's been going so wrong lately (on most aspects, except one, which is yet to be determined whether or not will go right) - for starters: the driver's license department sucks, and I can't bring myself to say more about this.

And then comes school. I’m not exactly doing bad, it’s normal, but there’s so much work to do, I can barely think it over. For example, every week I have to study for case discussions. Not to mention my elective class that has a paper/project to do every week also (on the same day of the discussions). And then there’s a symposium to plan, and other papers due. And of course I have to study for the tests that’ll surely come. And I may try taking monitory exams for physiology… Anyway, just a rant. You probably can’t even understand it.

On a fic note, I’ve got lots of projects, old and new, but I just don’t have time to sit down and write lately, I don’t know when I’ll have it. So you guys will just have to cut me some slack ;) I promise that I’ll try to get back some time around this month or the next.

Meme!

2009-02-27T01:29:50Z

Because I failed my driving exame and I'm upset and thought doing this meme would cheer me up. Stolen from mylla_evans.

Answer the questions below, do a Google image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation.

1. The age at your next birthday.

2. A place you'd like to travel to.

3. Your favorite place.

4. Your favorite food.

5. Your favorite pet.

6. Your fav. colour combination.

7. Your favourite piece of clothing.

8. Your all-time fav. song.

by smexy-zexy

9. Your all-time fav. tv show.

10. The town in which you live in.

11. Your screen name/nickname.

12. Your first job.

13. Your dream job.

14. A bad habit you have.

15. Your worst fear.

16. The one thing you'd like to do before you die.

And for extra cheering up:

Fic: The Slaying Capacitance (1/3)

2009-02-25T22:05:42Z

Title: The Slaying Capacitance
Author: adenosinatri
Betas: mist72, kaitou_lili, who were absolutely wonderful betaing this for me - I cannot thank them enough.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 6696 (now that's a creppy word-count)
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory/ Buffy, the vampire slayer
Pairings/Characters: Penny/Sheldon, Buffy/Spike (eventually)
Summary: Penny is a slayer and Sheldon becomes her watcher. A trilogy.
Prompt: Written for one of sheldon_penny's February prompts, suggested by tapas_girl - Buffy: Penny is a potential and Sheldon ends up being her watcher to her dismay..
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original plot is the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN : So, I feel that this story begs for a really extensive author's note, because you guys really need to understand where I'm coming from. Of course you can read the story and skip the note and that won't affect your enjoyment of the story at all, but for my own piece of mind I'd like to let you in on some things regarding the process of making this story.

The first idea for this came to me as I saw the February prompt by tapas_girl at the Sheldon/Penny livejournal community (yes, I hang out there waaay too often). It doesn't happen like that from the beginning but it WILL get there - on the next two chapters. Besides this story is mostly for the Big Bang fandom (but it will have tons more of Btvs stuff on the next chapters).

I've never expected to write a crossover, honestly I rarely read them, but this story just hit me. The idea of Penny as slayer fits in my head, with the way she takes care of the geeks, and I'm also planning to use the slayer mythology as an excuse to get this couple together. The Btvs part that should come next is in progress, but I'm pretty set on where this story will go, so really I just have to find the best way to write it and it'll come.

On another note, I've made a few references to the newest Buffy comic books, even if I'm not really eager to consider them eight season canon. But since I'm working with the time set of The Big Bang Theory it should be quite a few years later on the Btvs world, giving me the opportunity to work with the character and situations of my choosing. If you're unfamiliar with the comics or with Buffy, it really won't harm your understanding of this story, or so I hope. Feel free to ask me any sorts of questions. Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this story and jump aboard with me on the adventure. :P

Alternatively, you can read it here.

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Penny was finally beginning to doubt her sanity.

First there were the dreams. She wasn’t much of a dreamer, well not in the sleeping sense of the word. Usually her nights were dreamless and black, or sometimes she would have these fuzzy, glossy pictures of things happening that were really important then, but that she couldn’t remember upon waking up.

Nothing special had happened, at least, none that she recalled of, and yet, all of a sudden she started to have those semi-nightmares with strange monsters and strange fights and in each one of them she was a different girl, yet still herself. There was a lot of killing, and blood and quite frankly loads of teen angst. She really considered seeing a shrink about all of this. Or at least asking Sheldon to help figure it out. She hated to admit it, but the geek seemed to know everything about everything. Surely he could help her sort out some dream issues. She put the glass she had been cleaning back on the shelf at the Cheesecake Factory bar and shook the thought away. It was better to just ignore the dreams. They’d go away. It probably had some stupid Freudian explanation regarding how she didn’t feel loved enough from her father. Whatever.

She looked up from the counter and noticed her four nerds entering the restaurant. Leonard was the first one to see her and he smiled widely and happy, and she felt really bad that she couldn’t show more excitement when seeing him. She needed to work on that. After all, what were all those acting classes good for anyway? Then Sheldon noticed her as well and she couldn’t help but smile at the slightly terrified look he had when he noticed that their usual table was already occupied. Howard and Raj were set out on a debate which she guessed had something to do with hitting on the two hot blonde women at the end table down the left corner. But Leonard just tapped their shoulders and hurried them all over to the bar to greet her.

“Hey guys, what can I get you today?”

“Well a cleaner bar counter would be nice.” She just glared at him and chose to ignore, it was just Sheldon being Sheldon.

“Sorry, that’s not on the menu. Anything else?”

Leonard nodded and ordered drinks for all the guys, including Sheldon’s “Virgin Cuba Libre”. Penny was just finished serving them when her manager called her to the storage room. She handed her apron to one of the other waitresses and went to see what it was about. Apparently, Gale, her manager was having trouble with the beer cases. Penny eyed him for a second. His skin was deeply pale and he had freckles everywhere matching the red hair on his face. Despite his late twenties, he was still coping with a bad acne case on his face. She would have taken him for a nerd if she had never met the boys.

Unlike them, Gale was kind of dumb and had no interest in comic books or science fiction. Seriously, does a guy like that ever get laid? Scratch that - how does a guy like that even makes it to manager? But as she felt bad for thinking these mean things, she quickly agreed to help. The truth was that there weren’t many guys working at the Cheesecake Factory, a fact which Penny attributed to the sexist approach to waitering, where the pretty girls were meant to serve the men and families, and attract the costumers with their overall hotness. But down in reality that usually meant that when it came to carrying heavy stuff, it was a pain.

Gale was in no way physically enhanced. She liked to imagine random people in fights, so she had dreamed up a fight between him and Sheldon, thinking her nerdy physicist friend had a far better shot. Out of all the waitresses, she stood out with her Junior Rodeo acquired physical strength, so she was the obvious choice on the carrying-beer- cases business. She went to pick them up and found them to be surprisingly light. She was pondering on why Gale hadn’t been able to pick them up himself, and just how weak was he? That was when a lot of things happened all at once.

For some bizarre reason, Sheldon had come down to the deposit and just as he opened the door, she looked up to the ceiling and noticed the archaic chandelier was swinging loose. Opening the door must have trigged it down, or something, because when he did and proceeded to carelessly approach her, the chandelier went down. Right on his head.

She wasn’t even sure how she had moved so fast or what made her move in the first place, instead of just standing there like a silly, scared person. Instead she tossed down the beer case and jumped Sheldon to the floor, lying on top of him, her back facing his torso. While the smell of barley filled the room as the bottles exploded on the floor, she held her hands up and caught the potential murder weapon in the air. She shouldn’t have been able to. It should have been immensely heavy. She would feel her arms breaking in a second, she was sure. She saw as some other girl, someone that wasn’t her, used her hands to lay down the chandelier, the 9 feet diameter, pure wood, probably 60 pounds of weight chandelier, on the floor next to the recently formed beer puddle. Then the girl turned to Sheldon, still underneath her. He looked scared stiff and seemed to be at a loss of words.

“Are you okay?” Penny felt herself come back. She looked at Sheldon, his innocent face torn with fear, his mouth struggling to form coherent words. She couldn’t help but feel protective towards him. He was much like a child; a tall child, with an extremely developed brain, no ability for emotional connections and an amount of quirks that would scare most specialists off his case. But she wouldn’t be scared off, it was suddenly very clear to her that whatever she did, she had to protect Sheldon. He needed her.

Before Sheldon could answer her, Gale cut off her wonderings.

“Penny, what the hell are you doing? Those beers are coming out of your pay check! Get someone to clean this up, now!”

Boy, for a kid that skinny and absolutely not menacing-looking, Gale sure knew how to project his voice. Maybe that solved the mystery of how he’d come to manage the place. She got up and took Sheldon’s hand to help him do the same. He looked down on her, clearly trying to hold on to some sort of pride. But she noticed he didn’t jerk away from her hand immediately.

“I’m fairly well, Penny. Thanks to you, I assume.” She smiled. He turned to Gale.

“I’ll provide payment for your lost beverage, this incident was my fault after all.”

Gale seemed to calm at that.

“Sounds fair.”

“What? No, sweetie, it wasn’t your fault, I’m okay.”

“Penny, not very long ago, I believe you were experiencing financial difficulties. I don’t see how this would make things less difficult. And on another side, I believe I’m on a debt of life with you, as of this moment.”

She would have been bothered by him mentioning the financial difficulties business, hadn’t it been for the whole “You save my life and now I owe you” crap.

“Come on, Sheldon, don’t be ridiculous, it was nothing.”

He protested, of course.

“It was far from nothing, Penny. In fact I’m certain, with an approximate calculation of the speed in which the chandelier was falling, and dividing the distance between it and myself by such speed, had you not jump in at that precise moment, the consequences for me would have been certain death. I don’t think I would’ve been able to recover from such head blow.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry,” he held one hand up to her face. “I understand that paying for the wasted beer bottles shall not be sufficient reciprocation. Perhaps, I should…

“Do you two love birds, mind? People have work to do here. Penny has work to do here. And one of you is definitely paying for the beers and the chandelier, and you sir, what are you even doing here? This is for authorized personal only! Tell me, are you authorized personal?”

Geez, Gale, PMS, much? It was just a stupid chandelier and cheap beer, why was he making such a big deal out of this? And why did he call them love birds? What was up with that? He did make a good point, though, what was Sheldon doing there?

“What ARE you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I came to solicitate your waitressing services, for I was not satisfied with our current waitress, your colleague.”

“That’s it?”

“Did you expect a more convoluted reason?”

“You couldn’t just wait a few minutes?”

“Penny, I asked her to disinfect my glass with the product I had packed on and she…”, he sighed. “She laughed.”

Penny chuckled slightly.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. She probably just thought you were joking.”

Gale coughed. Loudly. She rushed Sheldon out and promised Gale to bring someone over to clean the mess. She ended up sending the boys home after a while and having to stay after her shift to clean things up. But that was okay, because she could get away from Sheldon and the boys and from having to answer all the questions on what had happened. She didn’t want to think about what happened. She didn’t want to think of how heavy the chandelier was and how she shouldn’t have been able to catch it. And yet something was daring her to test it. See if that thing was real, if she really did have that kind of strength and how far would it go. However afraid of the truth, she finally came to the conclusion that facing reality would have to come sooner or later. Whether it was insanity or something worse, she needed to find out. Now.

So Penny determinately walked towards a wooden chair in the deposit’s left corner. She orbited it for a while, debating whether or not to go through with it. A few good minutes after, she picked the chair up, her lips pierced into a thin line. She got on her knees and grasped one of its legs firmly with one hand, the other keeping the chair in place. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. If she could do this, she was some sort of freak, if she couldn’t, she was nuts. The outcome didn’t appeal to her either way, but it was best to get it over with, while she still felt sane enough.

Another deep breath and she pulled the leg towards herself, mastering all of her strength. She felt the chair drop on the floor, and she opened her eyes, admiring the work on her hands. The leg had come out. It looked noticeably shredded on the end that was previously attached to the chair, yet there was something about it. Just holding it, and remembering how she came to do so in the first place, made her feel powerfully strong. Which, apparently, she was.

She stood up and admired the piece of wood for what felt like an eternity. There was nothing special about it, really, but yet it meant something important. If she could do this, plus the chandelier from earlier, what had caused it? What did it mean, what was she supposed to do with this? What were the limits? But those questions weren’t much important right now, because suddenly it all became clear. She felt overwhelmed as the harsh implications of the situation hit her, as if a wave of physical energy went through her body, from the tip of her toes to the back of her head. Feeling a little dizzy she sat down on the floor, still holding onto the chair’s leg, now with both hands. That could only mean one thing.

Her life as she knew it was over.

---

Penny’s next days passed by her like cloudy fast-forwarded dreams. She didn’t pay much attention to anything; too busy trying to convince herself that her epiphany was unfounded while at the same time trying to forget all about it. Naturally, trying to forget it only made it worse. So, she attempted to distract herself by doing things with the boys. She even accompanied them in their laundry, just so she would have somewhere to be instead of home alone, thinking things. Sheldon found that specially annoying, which only made tagging along to his laundry more enjoyable.

She also followed their video game sessions and DVD and TV marathons. They were probably on the sixteenth new series she had discovered with them, when she saw it.

It was a normal Thursday, Thai Food, sitting on the couch between Wolowitz and Sheldon. The TV was on some sci-fi marathon, and she was trying to escape Wolowitz’s attempts to put his arm around her, or hold her knee, or generally get close enough to touch. Leaning away from him, caused her to bump on Sheldon occasionally, prompting evil glares from him. But instead of making her shy away, weirdly, the glares made her want to come closer. She would be almost forgetting about her situation if that feeling didn’t make her feel so odd.

Oh, and of course if that hadn’t been the day she saw the commercial. When the act of the show ended, most of the boys got up for drink refills and other food supplies. Sheldon remained is seat, claiming that since he hadn’t timed the commercial breaks he couldn’t be certain of the time to return, thus leading to missing the first few seconds of the next act. She was rolling her eyes at that when the screen turned into a yellowish black and white and a man and a woman dressed in outfits from the 50’s appear.

She thought it looked fun, like maybe it was a satirical remake of some house utensil publicity. And then she heard his words…Dreams of being another girl, in another time…Can’t control your strength…We can help…She gulped. What was she to do? Should she call them? What if they wanted to hurt her? But they couldn’t, she thought; she was strong. But still. She needed their help, but she couldn’t go to them alone.

She turned to the man sitting on her left. He was staring at the TV, with a far away expression. If anyone could help her figure out what this was and who these people were, he was, he was one of the four smartest boys she knew, and well, he was the only one of them who would take it seriously. And she didn’t have any friends in town besides the four of them. Desperately, she grasped his arm tightly, causing him to flinch on her. But his face was contorted in pain, she must have grasped too tightly, she loosened up but kept her hand there and whispered quickly before the boys could come back.

“Sheldon, I need your help. It’s important. Can we talk after everyone leaves?”

She sighed in relief when he nodded back, still scared, and rested her back at the couch, smiling at the returning nerds, trying her best to look happy and unconcerned. She didn’t feel she was doing a very good job.

---

Penny stood by her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, biting her bottom lip in worry. A beam of light shone through the dim hallway when Sheldon opened his front door and she watched the ground as his shadow appeared, moved and then disappeared again as he turned of his lights and closed the door. He walked towards her, slightly jumping on his feet. He was already in his pajama set for that week day and she couldn’t help but notice how much he looked like a giant kid. Maybe that was why she felt so protective of him. He called her name once and she faced his eyes, using all the acting skills she could master to convey her grim state of mind, and to look sweet and innocent instead. It was for professional training purposes, of course. It had nothing to do with him. Or at least that’s what she told herself.

“Hey, Sheldon.”

“Penny. I’m assuming the matter you which to discuss is of a most urgent nature. Otherwise I would not have agreed to meet in such late hours and in this rather uncomfortable environment.”

“Oh. Hum, we could go inside…”

She merely motioned at the door, but he didn’t wait for a second invitation, rushing to open it and let himself in and sit in her green chair, the one he had designated his seat. She followed him in, turning on the light switch and shutting the door on her way. She sat on the spot on the couch closest to his seat and folded her hands on her lap, wavering on how to initiate the topic.

Judging by the expectant expression he held, he must have been waiting for her to start. She was grateful, then, for having picked Sheldon to do this. She needed someone with patience, who could just listen, without forcing things to come out of her mouth before she was ready to say them. After another long while of pondering, she finally spoke, deciding that the beginning was just a good point to start as any. So she went from there, telling him everything. Her dreams and how they had affected her. The incidents that made her believe something strange was happening to her, the accident with the chandelier in which she had saved his life, the moment after that on the storage deposit when she broke the chair leg. How she was overwhelmed and certain that all of that meant a big change in her life that she wasn’t looking forward to, how she had spent the past few weeks trying to forget all about it and act like it had never happened and how seeing the commercial made her realize that it wasn’t going to be possible.

He listened to it quietly for the entire time, focusing his attention carefully on her words, and eventually nodding or frowning in surprise or inquisition whenever the moment was appropriated. Yes, Sheldon had definitely been the right choice, his scientific approach to all things helped her talk now and would help her discover the things she needed after. She picked out the worn out napkin she had used to write down the number from the commercial. After asking Sheldon to help her, she wrote it quickly on her semi-used Thai food napkin before she could forget and folded it on her pocket. She handed it to him then and he read it, half intrigued and half disgusted by the food stains.

“So,” she said again eagerly. “What do you think of all this? Should I call them? Do you think you could help me, maybe…Investigate more? I don’t know anything about this, really, so it’d be nice to, you know, have you do your science thing.”

He handed the napkin back to her, now neatly folded in four and she placed it on her coffee desk, still looking at him, hopeful.

“None of the facts you just described to me can be examined through the eyes of science, Penny.”

“You believe me right?” He had to believe, she needed him to believe her. He was her only chance of figuring this out without going nuts. Not that Sheldon should be the indicated person to keep anyone from going nuts, but still, in this case, he was the best she got. Man, her life was sad.

“I don’t see any reason for you to be lying, provided this isn’t some form of practical joke.”

“It’s true, I swear! I can prove it, look…” She was about to get up and found something she could spare to break into pieces, but he raised a hand to stop her,

“There is no need. I believe you should call this phone number as soon as possible.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s around 9am in Glasgow now. I’ll retrieve my notebook back here and I can work on some research while you discuss with them.”

“Are you sure? I mean…”

“Yes, I’m fairly certain it’s the best way to go, given the insufficient lack of data in our hands at the moment.” And having said that, he hurried out the door.

Recollecting something important, she ran after him, whispering in the corridor before he could get back to his place,

“Sheldon, wait, I can’t afford to call Scotland,” she stated, embarrassed.

He glared at her for a moment, but didn’t hesitate in saying:

“I’ll get our phone, too.”

---

A few minutes later, Sheldon was sitting on her kitchen counter, furiously googling everything he could think of and consuming large amounts of diet coke. She sat next to him, holding the phone and toying with a vodka bottle with the other hand. Getting through to Scotland was harder than she thought; the line was constantly busy, and when she’d finally get an answer, somebody would just put her on hold. For people who were so interested in gathering new girls, they didn’t seem to be doing a very good job at being reached. She laid the phone down and was about to succumb to alcohol when Sheldon yelled.

“Got it!” Shrieked was probably a more suitable word. He seemed pretty excited about it, too.

“What? What?” She hurried to look over his shoulder, but he turned the notebook to her. It was a webpage with lots of texts over a parchment background and a large banner on top that read, in flaming and blinking red letters, “Slayers”.

“I believe you’re one of them,” he said, clearly happy about his detective skills. But Penny frowned, not so sure.

“Really? I mean, this website looks so amateur…”

“I’m surprised you noticed.”

She gave him a mean look and his smile fell.

“Anyway. I believe this page was created by an anonymous new slayer. From what I read, and I should note, I was merely fast reading through…” Of course. “In older times there was only one slayer born into every generation. She alone was to stand against the forces of darkness, mainly vampires. The first slayer was fabricated by men who were seeking for a mean to destroy these. As early as eight years ago, approximately, this rule was changed by the current slayer when she had a witch summon the power into all the previously potential slayers…”

“Wait. Wait. Sheldon, if this happened eight years ago, why am I only getting these things now? No there must be something else. Besides, how can you of all people, even believe…”

But her line of thought and his possible response was cut short by the sudden ringing of the phone, Startled, Penny jumped away from the counter, but Sheldon motioned to it, indicating that she should answer.

“Hello?” she picked it up nervously.

“This is Alyssa Simmons, calling from SHQ, you have been trying to reach the number …”

“Hum, yeah. But I…I mean, I…”

“Are you a late-called?”

“What? I mean, I know it’s late to call, but I thought it was morning in Scotland…”

“It is. What I mean is, are you one who was called late?”

Penny looked over at Sheldon confused, only then realizing that he couldn’t hear what the woman on the other end of the phone was saying.

“I’m sorry,” the woman continued. “What made you call us?”

“I saw the commercial…I…” She looked at Sheldon again, worried, but he smiled reassuringly at her, so she continued, more confident. “I’ve had the dreams and the strength, I think, it’s been happening for about two months now.”

“…”

“Are you there?”

“Yes, sorry. Our computers were just able to trace your location and there are definitely signs of power coming from it.”

“Huh, I don’t really know what that means, so…”

“It means you’re one of us. Welcome. If you wish to discover further meanings of your calling, I suggest you speak to our leader at a later time. She always follows up with newcomers and I’ll be sure to have her call you. You may be invited to visit us.”

“But I…” Penny was upset, because she realized the woman was rambling on about infinite ramifications of her destiny and all the while she hadn’t even asked for her name. Clearly this was just the usual procedure for everyone who called. Not that she really should have expected anything special, but still.

“I have another line on hold. I’m sorry. Buffy will get back to you, have a good day.”

She heard a friendly male laugh right before the line was cut. Then she sat back down and looked at Sheldon.

“Well?”

“I guess you were right. I didn’t understand everything, she was kind of babbling in a hurry, but I think I got something about tracing our location, sensing power, late calling and some leader named Buffy calling me back. But that last part can’t be right. Who the hell is named Buffy?”

“Huh.” Sheldon nodded and went back to something in his computer. “Well, I suppose you’ll find everything out soon enough. They must have rather remarkable technologies, tracing our call from a fixed telephone. And sensing power, I wonder what kind of computer does that…Hum, it’d be fascinating to see that.”

He went back to typing and Penny glanced at her window. The blinds were shut, but the sun light coming from the east was starting to fill her living room uninvited.

“Gosh, when did morning come?” She asked with dread, to no one in particular.

“Most likely sometime after dawn.”

She smiled and smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Sheldon, was that a joke?”

“Maybe,” he said softly, but she noticed the small smile forming on the corner of his lips.

“Well what do we do now, then?”

He looked at his watch. “I suppose any attempts at a good night of sleep have been reduced to futility at this point. I believe we both have to get to work sometime today.”

“Oh God. I’ll never make it,” she cried, resting her head on the hard marble counter.

“Yes, I doubt this will be the day I perform any Nobel Prize worth work tasks either.”

“Maybe we should just call in sick.”

“Nonsense,” he said closing his notebook. “What happens when we actually get sick and have no more sick days left?”

“I’m sorry I disturbed your bedtime so much, Sheldon.” She said sincerely, suddenly feeling guilty. “I know how much you value your schedules.”

His face muscles twisted a bit with his nervous ticks. Reminding him of it - nice move, Penny.

“It’s alright,” he gulped. “It was for a good cause. Good Morning, Penny. I expect updates on further events regarding your…situation.”

“Yes, of course.”

“Very well, then.” And as he left, Penny collapsed on the couch, exhausted from both sleep deprivation and large amount of information disposed at her unprepared mind.

---

An hour later, but one that felt like ten seconds, her alarm clock echoed annoyingly from her bedroom, waking her up for work. She tried to cover her head with cushions, but when that didn’t work she was forced to get up to turn it off. She made herself move away from the cozy and inviting bed and into the bathroom, to take a shower and get ready for work.

---

Work was a bigger drag than usual but due to her somewhat sleepy state and the occasional waitressing dramas, she could get along without worrying too much about her problems. She wondered how Sheldon was doing. He had a more fulfilling job, so she guessed he was probably happy, slightly drowsy if anything.

When she got back home around 6pm (god, finally), she wasn’t expecting to find Leonard’s inquisitive look directed towards her. He had his arms crossed and was standing between his apartment door and the stairway. Sheldon was behind him, facing the floor and sheepishly making circles with his foot.

“Hey guys. What’s up?” She smiled attempting her best impersonation of chipper innocence.

“Penny,” Leonard started carefully. “Someone called us looking for you. It was weird. Sheldon said he knew about it, but they hung up. And he said he couldn’t explain without you, so.”

“I’m sorry, Leonard, I shouldn’t have used your phone, but Sheldon said it was fine, but I…”

“That’s fine.” Leonard smiled sweetly at her, and continued with his usual eager curiosity for everything involving her life. It was nice when she felt alone and needed someone to talk, but now it felt just kind of clingy. “I’d just like some explanations, that’s all.”

She looked at Sheldon and his worried eyes met hers. She tried to communicate with him telepathically, asking what to do, but it was futile. Futile? Where did that come from? Maybe geekyness was catching.

“Last night, Sheldon helped me with…something. And I asked to borrow your phone and call someone…”

“At Scotland?”

“Yeah…”

“Penny, I think you should tell him. As you know, I’m not particularly good with deceiving anyway.”

She sighed.

“Fine. You’re right, we should go inside.”

---

After half an hour or so, Penny managed to spill out everything to Leonard, with some occasional assistance from Sheldon. Going over that story was getting tiresome and Leonard wasn’t such an easy listener, with his million questions trying to show interest and comfort her and be nice, all he accomplished was to suffocate her. She was too tired for this. Why couldn’t they understand? She couldn’t do that. She had to sleep. Luckily enough, there’d be no work tomorrow.

When she was finished, Leonard just stared away, amazed and said lamely, “The lady said she’d call back. I offer to help with, you know, anything you need.”

“Thanks a lot, Leonard, but right now, all I really need is to get some sleep.”

“I second that,” Sheldon yawned.

“Right, of course.”

Thanking the Gods for the end of that conversation, Penny said a quick good night and went back home for a nice bubble bath and what she hoped would be a nice night of sleep in her warm bed. She ended up dozing off in the bathtub instead. Sheldon’s signature knock woke her up a few hours later, rescuing her from yet another dream of battles and monsters and gallons of blood coming from the other girls within her.

She grabbed a blue robe and wrapped around herself, trying to stir the cold away. Her water-wrinkled fingers opened the door to let Sheldon in. He was holding the phone in his left hand, jumping from one foot to the other, Without a word, he gave her the phone and she placed it to her ear, closing her eyes.

“Yes?”

“Penelope?”

“Yes? How do you know my name?”

“You called the slayers headquarters earlier. We know everything about you. I’m returning the call and inviting you to visit us and meet your fellow slayers, Here we’ll be able to further discuss your destiny and your job and mission among our sisterhood.”

“Huh?”

“We’ll be sending you a ticket for the trip.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just, this is a bit much. I just wanted to understand this thing.”

“And I can explain it to you. When you get here.”

“I’m sorry. Who are you?”

“I’m Buffy Summers.”

Penny opened her eyes wide and glanced at Sheldon, who was waiting her anxiously, piercing his lips together.

“What exactly is that you do?”

“I thought I cleared that up, sorry, it’s just the cryptic way of talking to people, part of the secrecy tactic, you know?”

“Was it supposed to be a secret, because I’ve already told two of my friends?”

“Penelope…”

“Penny.”

“Penny, it’s fine, you’ll learn everything when you get here, I promise. Just wait for the mail with your ticket.”

There was silence on the other line for a while and then Penny heard a scream and something heavy smashing something pasty.

“Oh, oops, gotta go. Bye.”

She stared at the beeping phone for a while, not sure of what to do next. She had felt rested from the bathtub nap, but now she noticed how much her neck ached from the improper position. Would she have to go to Scotland? Did she want to? Did she really want to learn about her so called destiny? This was all happening too fast. She wasn’t sure if she wanted any part in any of this. It sounded too dangerous and dark and if her dreams were any indication of reality, painfully fatal. Finally, Sheldon took the phone from her hand and eyed her questioningly.

“She said I should come to Scotland. She’ll send a ticket or something… I can’t do this Sheldon.”

She turned around and fell flat on the couch, her hands shaking, and she was speaking in that high-pitched voice.

“Hum…There, there?” He tried, coming to stand beside her.

“I just…This is too much, I can’t handle it, I don’t want to handle it and I don’t want to fulfill any mission in any sisterhood…I’m not cut out for this, I’m too young, I’m too…” But she found herself slowly beginning to sob, words lacking and giving their place to tears.

“Penny, you’re not seeing the logic at this matter.” He stated looking down at her, and she chuckled slightly in between hiccups.

“No, of course not. Why don’t you show it to me, then?”

“Well, for one thing you don’t have much going for you life right now.”

“Thanks a lot, Sheldon.”

“What I mean is that you haven’t really accomplished anything extraordinary in your twenty-something years of age.”

“Is that your idea of cheering up?”

He looked at her intrigued, and she just stared back, upset about his words. He really couldn’t tell he was hurting her, could he?

“I’m surprised you don’t see it, Penny.”

“Don’t see what? How awful my life has been? How I’m not able to get a decent job at my chosen career or even a boyfriend who’s not a total jerk? How my current job sucks and pays little, having me running really behind on bills? Believe me, Sheldon, I see all that.”

“I’m not talking about that, I’m talking about Scotland and your gift. This is your chance to prove that you’re worth a lot more than people give you credit for. Quite frankly, more than I gave you credit for.”

She stopped her crying, still for a moment and looked up at him, feeling a sudden rush of blood to her brain. Was that what an epiphany felt like? Because, as she looked at Sheldon, she realized something important about him, despite the hurtful words.

“You really believe that, don’t you?”

“Of course. And I’ve done additional research on the slayer legacy this afternoon and there is a remarkable number of successful missions and recognition, even if exclusively among fellow slayers. Common public is naturally clueless.”

“I don’t get how you’re so quick to buy all of this. It’s just a bunch of stuff written online.”

“And your story, and the chandelier, the commercial, the phone calls. I have an IQ of 187, Penny; it’s not easy to fool me. There’s plenty of evidence. And as a side note, I’ve seen enough fantasy stories to understand that this somewhat overwhelming feeling you’re experiencing is quite common among strong main characters, it is your mission to overcome them, and I suppose it must be mine to help you.”

She smiled softly up at him.

“Oh, honey, you’re really into this, aren’t you? It’s like living into one of those shows you like so much, or comic books.”

“Perhaps. But it’s also for the sake of humanity. Ordinary people, Penny, they need us. The need me for the amazing scientific discoveries and you for the demonic slaying.”

“But aren’t there enough girls doing that already…?”

“Don’t be silly, that’s like saying there are enough theoretical physicists. We are unique individuals.”

She felt her smile grow wider and realized her voice was back to normal and her hands weren’t shaking anymore. Sheldon had managed to reassure her emotionally. A lot of odd things had happened in the past few months, but that one had just made top of the list. She guessed it wasn’t because he was finally growing his emotional quotient, but instead due to his experience in seeing fictional characters go through the same thing, and that thought made her feel less weirded out by it.

“So, I guess you want to come to Scotland with me?”

“If so you wish.”

“I do,” she added quickly. “And the guys too, I think I’ll need all the emotional backup. Besides, you guys are my friends, who else do I have?”

“Huh. I don’t see why you would find that absolutely necessary, but…Wait, you mean we should tell Koothrappali and Wolowitz as well?”

She thought it over for a moment, Howard was a jerk most of the time, but she had seen his sweet side and she knew that the group wouldn’t survive incomplete. Raj couldn’t talk when she was around, but how could she exclude his sweet self? Besides, that meant he was a good listener if she needed and could comfort her without words, which could be very refreshing.

“Yes, I think they should come. I mean if we’re going, might as well take the whole gang, right?”

Sheldon nodded with his small smile and left.

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A week or so after, her ticket had arrived, addressed to Penny, with an impersonal printed invitation note, and a leave date for Sunday. And no return tickets. That freaked her out a little bit, but she convinced herself that all it meant was that she’d be able to decide when to come back for herself. Provided, they let her.

The boys bought the tickets they needed, luckily getting them all for the same flight, and everyone began packing things along. They were all, with the exception of Penny, very excited about this little expedition. After learning her secret, Wolowitz and Raj had come over to offer their help. At the moment, she thought it was the sweetest thing when Wolowitz offered a genuine friendship hug. Of course, she realized her rookie mistake when he tried to feel her up after. She honestly didn’t hold herself responsible for the nose bruise he received. He was lucky she held back her super strength and didn’t break it. That had him very quiet for a while, until the trip plans started and he started to babble about meeting hot foreign ladies. Penny smiled fondly at the idea that most of the girls they were likely to meet would be just as capable of kicking his ass as she was.

Raj, on the other hand, had merely put a hand on her shoulder and smiled supporting, giving her a sudden rush of warmth towards him, that made her want to hug him and turn him into one of her stuffed bears.

She couldn’t share their excitement upon the discovery of a new world or the invitation to be a part of it, mostly because she had never really been that into this genre of fiction and also because she knew that she would be the one to actually have to act in the world. And they didn’t know the details of her dreams. Their cheerful state and deluded notions of adventures didn’t leave room for them to realize the danger, and she felt guilty for not stopping them from coming, but she couldn’t, selfishly, she needed them. She just hoped the trip went by easily and that the geeks didn’t turn into a liability at her hands.

New Sheldon and Penny fanvid

2009-02-24T23:02:11Z

Gosh, I know, I've been here all day today and yesterday and I have absolutely no fraking life and it's carnival out there and I couldn't care less. So here's the Sheldon and Penny vid I made with mellita8's suggestions.

She had the idea for the song and placement of some images. The video clips used deserve that I give credit to arabian at sheldon_penny for making them avaliable. And, yeah, none of that belongs to me and I'm just having fun, and not making any money out of it, so no law sues, please.

Video under cut.

Fic: The kiss-giving hypothesis (6/?)

2009-02-24T17:09:45Z

Title: The Kiss-giving Hypothesis; chapter 6
Author: adenosinatri
Betas: psycholizard, mist72, southern_heaven.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1583
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Pairings/Characters: Penny/Sheldon, with featuring appearences from the others
Summary: Sheldon wonders how kissing Penny would be.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original plot is the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN : A longer chapter for you guys! I hope you enjoy this, because other updates on this story may take a longer while to come since I'm currently working on a lot of other stories and stuff. Any grammatical glitches, or such, leftovers are totally my fault, do call out on them. Also, am I the only one unable to login at fanfiction.net?

As it turns out, I was right about an upcoming inquisition from Wolowitz. No surprises there. However, the whole thing had me extremely uncomfortable. The next day at work he entered my office abruptly and essentially harassed me until I explained “what was going on.”

Of course, I had no choice but to reveal the whole truth; I cannot lie. Not convincingly, and certainly not without preparation. When I finished he just stared back at me, his mouth agape and eyes bugged, which I’d guess is a common expression of disbelief.

“Hold up,” he finally said, waving his palms at me. “You. And PENNY. You MADE OUT with PENNY? YOU?”
He practically spat out the words.

“Excuse me, but I do not appreciate your tone.”

“Oh, really? This is…This is unbelievable. Tell me this didn’t really happen.”

I frowned. “Okay, this didn’t really happen.” He was shaking his head repeatedly, eyes still wide. Why did everyone have to keep behaving in such confusing, illogical and not to mention inappropriate manners?

“What exactly is the purpose of my saying these words? Just for future reference.”

“Nothing. Forget it. I just…” He paused. Then he had the look on his face. The look of great ideas. Most people would say, as if a light bulb had appeared over his head, suddenly enlightening his mind with amazing discoveries. Which is, of course, ridiculous. No one would even think of light bulbs when they had a great idea, let alone actually have one appear on their heads. Well, I suppose Thomas Edison probably did think of light bulbs when he had his great idea. But it’s a valid comic device, I granted. So Wolowitz looked back at me a dazed expression stamped on his face.

“Wait a second, wait a second. Yes. I can turn this around on my favor!” He ran up to me and grabbing a hold of my shoulders, desperately shook me.

“Sheldon. You have to tell me every little detail. Every single thing you did to get this to happen, and most importantly, everything that she did to you during the…well. Go ahead.”

I looked at him with despise and pulled my self away from his sweaty grasp.

“I most certainly will not. Whatever has passed between Penny and I is a private matter and I would very much like if you did not discuss this any further and that it was kept it within the confines of this office.”

“Oh, no way. If you’re not telling me, I’m telling on you.” I gulped dryly.

“But… You can’t. Leonard. He must never find out about this. He could very well kill me, for all I know. He’s certainly shown this inclination before.” I pleaded. A malicious grin appeared on his face.

“Well, well, looks like Dr. Sheldon Cooper wants Mr. Wolowitz to keep a secret, doesn’t he? Well in that case…” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me to sit on my chair, “…He’s going to tell everything in order to buy Mr. Wolowitz’s silence, won’t he now?”

“Are you blackmailing me?”

“Oh, yeah.”

I gulped again. This could become difficult to handle.

I was forced to ‘spill my guts’ to Wolowitz, so to speak. Though, I’m inclined to believe it could very well had been literal, especially since I felt highly nauseated over the course of our conversation. When I was finished giving him what he deemed sufficient information (I tried my best not to reveal anything that could embarrass Penny, I felt sufficient embarrassment for the two of us), he smiled wider and moved to leave the room.

“What’s going on, Howard? Sheldon?” Luckily it was only Rajesh, showing up at the threshold. I would have not been able to recover had it been Leonard. Wolowitz, who now had grown a permanent grin on his face, stared back at him.
“Well, you wouldn’t believe it, my friend. Remember what we witnessed the previous afternoon?”

And so my day proceeded, with annoying remarks, and sideway glances and insinuations, all coming from two men I assumed where my friends. But even I know that’s not very friendly behavior. Not to mention unpleasant. Especially since I was still trying to keep it a secret from Leonard, who, due to the others’ attempts at making me feel awkward, was now beginning to get suspicious. Gladly, due to my absolute lack of romantic history he just passed it off as regular teasing on their part.

Teasing which got to a point where I thought it would never stop.

Some were highly stupid such as texting me, asking for further details on the colors of her undergarments. Others were surprisingly convoluted, involving fake notes from “Penny” and lingerie hidden in my desk drawers, along with a Teddy Bear with flowers delivered by an enthusiastic man, rambling about my “hot blonde girlfriend”. Incidentally, it appeared at the exact moment of my meeting with Dr, Gablehauser.

I’d had about enough by the end of the day, and much to my delight, the practical jokes did not follow me home, where Leonard and I were planning on eating our recently bought Chinese food. Penny, however, appeared to have different plans, for me at least. She was suspiciously standing on the hallway, closer to our door than to hers. I observed as Leonard frowned and asked her what she wanted. When she revealed her intention to speak to me, I felt the blood rush down from my face and gulped. Leonard glanced back at me and I noted he didn’t seem very pleased by that turn of events. But, oddly enough, he smiled at Penny and went inside with our food, shutting the door on his way. Penny faced me and reluctantly, I did the same. She smiled slightly.

“So, I guess it’s time to talk, huh?” she said.

“What matter do you wish to discuss?”

“Well, what do you think?”

I sighed. “Reasonably speaking there’s only one prominent subject at the present moment. However, I do not see how the conversation could progress to a further level than what it is at currently. That being said, I’m hungry and I’d like to go eat my Chinese food.”

I regretted my words as soon as I’ve finished them, for Penny’s face twisted into an expression of pure fury.

“So that’s it? Gosh, I bet you didn’t even think about this at all today, did you?”

“Well, it was hard not to with Wolowitz and Koothrappali teasing me about it the entire morning and afternoon.”

“And you told them? You know what? Forget it! I thought that maybe it had meant something for you too, but CLEARLY I was wrong! See you later, Sheldon.”

And she stormed off into her apartment. The hollow sound of the door slamming prompted me to jump.

This wasn’t right. I realized I had crossed some sort of line by ignoring Penny’s desire to proceed in conversation. I turned back to knock on her door.

“Penny. Penny. Penny.”

Silence. I tried again.

“Penny. Penny. Penny.”

Nothing. I sighed.

“Penny, if I by any chance expressed anything that disturbed you, I’d like to offer my apologies. I would prefer, however, if I did not have to do so to the door.”

After a minute, which I first imagined to have been five – disproved by a quick glance at my watch - she had opened the door and was glaring at me again, her mouth hanging open. She shook her head a few times and finally spoke.

“So you do want to talk things over?”

“I assume that would be best. Yes.”

“Okay. Talk.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You want to talk, do it. I’ve talked enough.”

“I…I…I’m not sure what to say.”

“Figures.”

She motioned to close the door, but I stirred my hand forward to hold the door handle in place.

“Must you be so difficult?”

“Oh, now I’m the one being difficult?”

“I was never difficult. I offered you plenty of easier options and explanations; you merely choose to refute science over romance.”

“What can I say? I must be a fool.”

“I do not think you’re a fool. I do, however, believe you may be forming delusional thoughts regarding my person.”

“Such as…”

“Well, for one thing, that I would easily succumb to romantic situations.”

“You succumbed to kissing me. Twice.”

“I…don’t know what came over me.”

She smiled mischievously and nodded.

“Come on, admit it. You like me.”

“I do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do no…Penny. I will not partake in childish games with you.”

She chuckled. “Fine, sweetie.” And, as if concluding that thought, she climbed on her toes and placed a chaste kiss on the tip of my lips. I lifted my hands up to hold her face in place before she could pull back. An action which I cannot explain using reason. I can, however, say it was the action that brought us the greatest of all troubles, for that was the moment Leonard chose to open our apartment door to seek me out. As I held Penny, I heard the door open, and before I could react, I heard him say with a yelp.

“Guys? Sheldon? What…What…What’s happening?”

I dropped Penny with force and turned to face him. The contorted mix of anger and hurt in his face caused pain in my stomach. The repercussions of this event were beyond my imagination, but I could tell by the fury in his eyes that it couldn’t possibly end well.

A W.I.T.C.H casting picspam

2009-02-24T01:58:05Z

For the LULZ and because I'm really on the process of fic writing procrastination right now. I'm working on a TBBT/Btvs crossover right now and I just found myself in that tough middle part, and I really, really want to finish this story even if just for myself, but I'm not able to just now. I also signed up for this, and I know what I'm going to write, but haven't started yet.

So I'm posting this, because I made them some day when I was bored and because I'm a post-junkie.

It kills the layout, but I don't care.

So scroll down.

Alyson Hannigan as Will Vandom

Kristen Stewart as Irma Lair

Jessica Szohr as Taranee Cook

Blake Lively as Cornelia Hale

Liu Yi Fei as Hay Lin

On a side note, Hay Lin and Taranee are my favourite characters. :)

Fic: The kiss-giving hypothesis (5/?)

2009-02-19T22:51:14Z

Title: The Kiss-giving Hypothesis; chapter 5
Author: adenosinatri
Betas: psycholizard, mist72, southern_heaven.
Rating: PG-13ish, but you should be warned it gets a little bit heavier, but I don't think it's too mature just yet.
Word Count: 922
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Pairings/Characters: Penny/Sheldon
Summary: Sheldon wonders how kissing Penny would be.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original plot is the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN : Sorry for the long wait, this is still kind of short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway, please make me happy with your comments.

I was distanced from my mind once again. All that existed was the contact. There was no more apartment around us, no universes, no quantum physics, and no comics. There was only Penny. Penny’s hands entangled in my hair making soft, pleasant movements; Penny’s back attached to my hands; Penny’s opened lips locked onto mine and her throbbing tongue and its minty taste.

I honestly don’t know what came over me, suddenly it was all too overwhelming and I needed more. More and more. This wasn’t enough. I held a firm grip on her hips and pulled her closer, prompting her to hold tighter to my neck and kiss me more harshly. Still not enough. I allowed my hands to slide all the way up to her shoulders and back down to her waist. I then had this unexplainable, illogical urge that I couldn’t control.

My hands moved from her waist to her stomach and from there to the underside of her breasts. I waited a moment to see if she’d push me away. I hoped she would because this was getting very difficult to handle or even process. But she didn’t. So unable to hold myself, I moved my hands to her breasts and caressed them. Every bit of them. Penny’s lips moved away and I felt her strong exhalation on my chin and for a second I feared she’d break away, but instead she proceeded to kiss – well, to be more precise, she proceeded to suck - my cheek, my earlobe and all the area on the left side of my neck. I began to experience multiple shivers, so I kept my eyes firmly closed and held on to her for balance. Her head was just below my nose and, much to my delight I could smell her hair. I couldn’t specify what it was, I was probably merely sensing her pheromones.

Penny’s lips moved to my collarbone and she was nibbling the flesh around with a rather cannibalistic hunger, which she extended to both sides of my neck and my ears. I couldn’t help the pathetic moaning sounds that insisted to come from my mouth. She was pulling me down so forcefully, my back was starting to hurt, so in regard for practicality, I grabbed her waist and lifted her off her feet, until our backs were straightened, her mouth in level with my ears.

She was getting a bit heavy to hold so I carried her to the door and pressed her towards it. She made a noise and I worried she may have been hurt, but she just shook her head when I asked and pulled me towards her neck. I kissed it thoroughly, but my technique was not comparable to hers; all I could do was peck it, while she moved her hands up and down my torso and at some point she got them moving under my shirt. I imagined this to be some sort of invitation for me to move my hands beneath her shirt, which was what I did next. I felt her body arch towards me while my hands explored this rather strange new world, which I later figured to be the laces in her brassiere. It was loose enough for me to explore underneath it, so I awkwardly stuck my hand there, feeling up for her…

But she stopped me.

Gasping for breath she looked up into my eyes.

“Wow, Sheldon, just stop right there.”

“I am very sorry, Penny. I cannot tell you how embarrassed I am.” I couldn’t look at her, but she placed both hands on my cheeks and forced me to face her.

“It’s okay sweetie, let’s just, umm…Takes things slow.”

“Take what slow?”

“Us. Whatever it is we are doing…Anyway, I don’t want you to freak out about this, so just go to bed and we’ll talk about it when our heads are clearer.”

“Penny, I don’t see how I could possibly sleep after tonight’s happenstances. And I…do not wish you to leave.”

She smiled and I actually experienced tachycardia.

“It’s okay, honey. I’ll come back. And you and I are going to do this again. We just need to think up some basic ground rules.”

“What kind of ground rules?”

“Well, for instance how fast we’ll move and when we will reveal and decide what this is.”

“I suppose the number of kisses and the intensity of such would qualify us as boyfriend and girlfriend, despite the lack of an actual date, which seems to be the established beginning point for romantic relationships. If you wish I could…”

“God, no. I mean not now. Plus I hate dating.”

“But Penny you date all the time.”

“Not ‘cause I want to. Okay, wait, changing topic now,” she sighed. “How much do the boys know?”

“Well, if by “the boys” you are referring to Wolowitz and Rajesh, they know only what they saw earlier. I directed very emphatic glares at them to keep them quiet for the evening. However, I trust they’ll be inquiring about it anytime now. I assume that, like me, they didn’t wish to communicate this to Leonard who, as of this moment, knows nothing.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that away. At least ‘til we figure out what we’re gonna do about this.”

“What are we going to do about this?” I asked, because I deemed myself clueless.

She smiled again, said absolutely nothing, winked at me and left.

I shook my head in the deepest of all confusions. What was happening to me?

Guess the Ship Meme

2009-02-15T20:49:14Z

Well, I'm bored. And school starts tomorrow *sobs*. So I thought I'd post a meme. Who knows, maybe someone will answer, come on guys. It's one of those guess the ship memes. I made it tv only and not all of my otps are there.

1 - ~~Her mother once hit him with an axe.~~ Buffy and and Spike , guessed by fujiidom

2 – He was overcoming a cocaine addiction and she was pregnant with another man’s child.

3 – He doesn’t want to be her stupid boyfriend.

4 – ~~She was kicked out of his metaphorical baseball match.~~ Penny and Sheldon, guessed by fujiidom

5 – They like roses, kitties and candles.

6 – ~~It happened in London.~~ - Monica and Chandler, guessed by fujiidom

7 – He jumped off a helicopter to save her.

8 – ~~She needed coffee, he gave her friendship and love .~~Luke and Lorelai, guessed by fujiidom

9 – ~~One of them is always whispering on the other’s ear.~~ Howard and Raj, guessed by fujiidom

10 – ~~They like the games. They’re nothing without them~~. Blair and Chuck, guessed by scarletblush

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2009-02-13T20:28:47Z

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Favorite Characters Picspam!

2009-02-11T04:08:10Z

WARNING: This is impossibly long and image-heavy.

Alright, so when I set out to do this I came along with a gigantic list, so I narrowed it down as much as I could, but still, you’ll see. There are some movie characters on the mentions, but I decided to make the rest TV exclusive.

Also, I just want to say that this is my list. Not yours, so we may disagree, I’m okay with that, you should too. And it is by no means a definitive list; it’s just my (current) opinion.

I'm sorry for the amount of Btvs in this, it’s like half of the whole thing. The worse is I still think I forget characters that I love, but oh, well, it's not like their feelings will get hurt or something, so here it goes:

Honorable Mentions

Gil Grissom (CSI); Joker (The Dark Knight); Lestat (Interview with the Vampire); Spock (Star Trek: TOS); Sawyer (Lost); Dr. Horrible (Dr. Horrible’s sing-along blog); Amelie Poulan (Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulan); Chloe Sullivan (Smallville); Phoebe Buffay (Friends); Shrek (Shrek); The Beast (Beauty and the Beast); Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)

Special Mentions

Those guys were too special to get mingled with the others up there. Besides, they wouldn’t fit.

8. Tara Maclay

She’s just the sweetest girl. That’s all I need to say.

Tara: Well, I go online sometimes, but everyone's spelling is really bad. It's depressing.

Tara: Everyone, before we jump all over her, people do strange things when someone they love dies. When I lost my mother, I-I did some pretty dumb stuff, like lying to my family and staying out all night.
Anya: Buffy's boinking Spike.
Willow Rosenberg: Oh. Well, Tara-Tara's right. Grief can be powerful, and we shouldn't judge...
Tara: What, are you kidding? She's nuts.

Willow: Tell me a story.
Tara: Okay. Once upon a time, there was, um... a kitty. She was very little, and she was all alone, and nobody wanted her.
Willow: This is a very upsetting story.

7. Greg House

I think I identify with House too much for my own good. And I’m studying medicine, so think of the mess that could be. Lol, just kidding.

House: "People choose the paths that grant them the greatest rewards for the least amount of effort."

Foreman: "Isn't treating patients why we became doctors?"
House: "No, treating illnesses is why we became doctors. Treating patients is what makes most doctors miserable."

6. Spike

Classic bad boy crush.

Spike: I love you.
Buffy: Oh, my god.
Spike: Hey, no, look at me. I... love you. You're all I bloody think about. Dream about. You're in my gut... my throat... I'm drowning in you, Summers, I'm drowning in you.

Spike:"You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, you'll shag and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends. Love isn't brains children, it's blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love's biatch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it."

Spike:"You listen to me. I've been alive a bit longer than you, and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine, and done things I'd prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker; I follow my blood, which doesn't always rush in the direction of my brain. So I've made a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years, only one thing I've ever been sure of. You. Look at me. I'm not asking you for anything. When I tell you that I love you, it's not because I want you, or 'cause I can't have you, it has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try... I've seen your strength, and your kindness, I've seen the best and the worst of you and I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You are a hell of a woman. You're the one, Buffy."
Buffy: "I don't... I don't want to be the one."
Spike: " I don't want to be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear."

5. Willow Rosenberg

Oh, the complexity of Willow.;)

Willow: [explaining why she wants to stay in Sunnydale when she has other choices available] The other night, y'know being captured and all, facing off with Faith... Things just - kinda got clear. I mean, you've been fighting evil here for three years and I've helped some. And now we're supposed to decide what we want to do with our lives. And I just realized that's what I want to do. Fight evil, help people. I mean, I-I think it's worth doing. And I don't think you do it because you have to. It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in.

Willow Rosenberg: [as Dark Willow] Let me tell you something about "Willow". She's a loser, she always has been. People picked on Willow in junior high school, high school, up until college with her stupid mousy ways. And now... Willow's a junkie.
Buffy Summers: I can help you.
Willow Rosenberg: The only thing Willow was ever good for... the only thing I had going for me were the moments... just the moments, when Tara would look at me and I was wonderful. And that will never happen again!

4. Blair Waldorf

Because Blair Waldorf is fierce, bitches. Lol

Serena: I know that look. You're up to no good.
Blair: Good is subjective. If you don't believe me, you can look it up.

Blair: Whatever you're going through, I wanna be there for you.
Chuck: We've talked about this. You are not my girlfriend.
Blair: But I am me. And you are you. We're Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. The worst thing you've ever done, the darkest thought you've ever had, I will stand by you through anything.
Chuck: And why would you do that.
Blair: Because I love you.
Chuck: Well, that's too bad.

Blair: Well, I'm aware I lack some people's ... easy grace with strangers. I don't exactly make you feel like you've known me forever even though we just met. When I laugh, you might not smile just at the coquettish sound of it, and I may not be spontaneous or delightful or full of surprises, and my hair not sparkle when it catches the light... everything worth knowing about me is in that folder. I made sure of it.

3. Sheldon Cooper

I’ll let the quotes explain.

Yes, well, I’m polymerized tree sap and you’re an inorganic adhesive, so whatever verbal projectile you launch in my direction is reflected off of me, returns to its original trajectory and adheres to you.

At this point I should inform you that I intend to form my own team and destroy the molecular bonds that bind your very matter together and reduce the resulting particular chaos to tears.

I don’t guess. As a scientist I reach conclusions based on observation and experimentation. Although, as I’m saying this, it occurs to me that you may have been employing a rhetorical device, rendering my response moot.

Mom smokes in the car. Jesus is okay with it, but we can't tell Dad.

I can't wear different pajamas. These are my Monday pajamas.

I wanted a griffin... I was studying recombinant DNA technology and I was confident I could create one, but my parents were unwilling to secure the necessary eagle eggs and lion semen. Of course my sister got swimming lessons when she wanted them.

This is trash talk. Trash talk is a traditional component in all sporting events. Kripke, your robot is inferior and it will be defeated by ours, because ours exceeds yours in both design and execution. Also, I'm given to understand that your mother is overweight.

2. Barney Stinson

Once again, with the quotes.

It will be legend-wait for it... and I hope you're not lactose intolerant because the second half of that word is dairy!

Barney: Ted, tonight we're gonna go out. We're gonna meet some ladies, it's gonna be legendary. Phone-five!
Older Ted: I had no idea why I hung out with Barney.
Barney: You didn't phone-five, did you? I know when you don't phone-five Ted!

Barney: Ted, I am gonna teach you how to live.
[Ted stares at him]
Barney: Barney. We met at the urinal.
Ted: Oh, right.
Barney: Lesson one, lose the goatee. It doesn't go with your suit.
Ted: I don't have a suit.
Barney: Lesson two, get a suit. Suits are cool. Exibit A.
[motions to his own suit, then winks to a girl off camera]

Barney: [about what was wrong with Marshall's high-five] Marshall, I should feel tremors of psych-itude rock my body like a seizure. That was like a declawed, pregnant cat on a porch swing idly swatting at a fly on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
Marshall: Wow, that was... *really* specific.

Barney Stinson: Discouraging pre-marital sex is against my religion.

Barney Stinson: [finishing his story about his ex-girlfriend Shannon] And then she told me about her life. Her and Greg dated for awhile, then split up. Here's the real kicker, Shannon's a mom. She has a little kid named Max. That's crazy. That could've been my kid. But, instead what do I have? My whole life's some money in the bank, some suits in my closet, and a string of one-night stands.
[begins to cry]
Lily Aldrin: Hey, come one. I mean, just because her life went one way, and yours went another doesn't make your life any worse.
Barney Stinson: My life rocks! Money, suits and sex. These are tears of joy! I could be cooped up in some tiny apartment, changing some brat's poopy diapers, but instead, I'm out in the world being awesome 24/7, 365!
[looks up]
Barney Stinson: You let me dodge a bullet, Big Guy. Plus here's the mini-cherry on top of the regular cherry, on top of the sundae of awesomeness that is my life. After Shannon and I talked, I nailed her!

And, drum rolls, my favorite character of all time:

1. Buffy Summers

She’s the one, she’s Buffy, she is the hero girls look up to and hope to be. If you watched and like the show, you know what I’m talking about.

Buffy: So here's the part where you make a choice. What if you could have that power, now? In every generation, one Slayer is born, because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman is more powerful than all of them combined. So I say we change the rule. I say my power, should be *our* power. Tomorrow, Willow will use the essence of this scythe to change our destiny. From now on, every girl in the world who might be a Slayer, will be a Slayer. Every girl who could have the power, will have the power. Can stand up, will stand up. Slayers, every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?

THE END.

Fic: The kiss-giving hypothesis (4/?)

2009-02-08T04:48:41Z

Title: The Kiss-giving Hypothesis; chapter 4
Author: adenosinatri
Betas: theonlytwin, and kaitou_lili.
Rating: PG-13 (maybe)
Word Count: 610
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Pairings/Characters: Penny/Sheldon
Summary: Sheldon wonders how kissing Penny would be.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original plot is the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN : Okay, first of all, you guys are all kinds of awesome, even those of you who are just reading and lurking (yes, that's you, I know you're there). Please keep reviewing and don't be shy to criticize :) Sorry this is incredibly short, but it needed to be. Trust me, next chapter is hopefully coming soon and so will the others.

“What do you wish to talk about?” I asked, clearing my throat and proceeding to stand up.

“Well, look. You probably haven’t been in this kind of situation before but when two people kiss, that’s usually supposed to be a conversation topic.”

“Really? Huh.” I was puzzled. “But Penny, just earlier, you said…”

“Okay, wait.” She waved her hands in the air. “I’ll do the talking, alright?”

I frowned, I could not allow that.

“Actually, Penny, there are quite a few remarks that I’d like to make, regarding…”

“Shush.” She kept waving her hands in the air and giving me a mean look, so I decided to just hear her out firstly, for safety measures. She stared down while talking, tapping her foot on the floor and occasionally shifting her body weight from one foot to the other.

“It’s just…When you kissed me I…Felt something, I don’t know what it was…”

Perhaps she wanted my help guessing?

“Hunger? Pain?”

She glared at me annoyed.

“No. I just felt something and I was angry because I realized you just did it for your experiment. But then I came here and you told me you didn’t want to experiment again, and I just wanted to kiss you again, but I, I’m not sure why.”

She looked at me, and if I may judge, appeared to be sad and confused.

“Penny are you by any chance implying that you may have romantic feelings towards my person?”

She sighed.

“I don’t know, Sheldon. I felt something in the kiss. Maybe. I guess.”

“Penny I’m finding all of this to be extremely confusing.”

“Well, imagine what I’m finding…”

“Annoying? Terrifying?”

She laughed. Quite frankly, I must state that while I excel in most areas of expertise, psychology is not one of them. Granted it’s a soft science, but nonetheless I was unable to interpret Penny’s reactions. Nothing that she was doing or saying made any sense. What feelings was she having? Was I perhaps having those as well?

“No, sweetie. Look, forget that. I just want you to know that I understand if you want some time to process all of this.”
“What’s there to process?”

“I don’t know, I guessed you’d be embarrassed. Or uncomfortable. But you and I are friends, right?”

“Penny, Penny, Penny. Don’t be naïve, I do not get embarrassed. I’m confident that you and I can move past the events of today and go on with our normal lives.”

There. Perfect solution. It settled everything down and I wouldn’t have to deal with those foolish thoughts and – dare I say it – feelings any longer. I knew I could solve this; I was a genius, after all.

“Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” It was what I needed anyway. I should’ve never accepted the kissing hypothesis in the first place. This entire mess was my fault, but I was redeeming it now.

Penny looked down and I observed that her bottom lip was probing up in a pout. But just as I acknowledged that she looked up, determined.

“Well it’s not what I want! I think there’s something here and I don’t know what it is exactly but I can’t just ignore it. You can’t just ignore it. I won’t let you.”

“But Penny…”

“No, you will not walk away from this, Sheldon Cooper. You kissed me first, you should deal with the consequences and unfortunately the consequences are that I want to kiss you again.”

“You see, Penny I was just explaining all of this to myself. I trust that you and I are merely experiencing a common biological stimulation to…”

“Oh, shut up.”

And with that she kissed me.

This is kind of a personal rant, so...

2009-02-05T01:12:30Z

Gosh, my internet is totally messing with me these past two days. I have no idea what's going on. It works. It doesn't work. It works again. It stops working. AGAIN and ANGAIN and AGAIN. (Can you tell I'm a little pissed?) It took me like 100 tries to get this on.

Anyway, besides that I've doing some cool stuff on these holidays, like say watch TV shows. I spent the whole weekend downloading How I Met Your Mother from the beginning. I gave it try because I saw so many people in the sheldon_penny community talking about it and I just loved it. And I love Barney. And Barney and Robin. The scene in the hospital in the 3rd season finale when he looks at her lovingly just won me for this ship.

I also bought Battlestar Galactica 1st season DVD and despite the fact the miniseries is really, really long - I mean 3 hours, come on, I have a very limited attention spam. I kind of really like it, especially for the way they treat the women. I mean how awesome is Starbuck? She’s totally my new hero.

And speaking of which (okay, so maybe is not totally related), I’m also reading Eclipse (yes, the 3rd Twilight book), and I have to say, am I the only one who was a little grossed out by that wedding proposal? So the only reason they can’t have sex is because they’re not married? The majority of my so called generation seems to think that’s okay, it’s a great idea, but the way I see it this is the first step towards going back to the 50’s. I mean women fought for the freedom of expressing their sexuality. Telling them they should be married in order to have sex is depriving them of that freedom. Abstinence as a campaign doesn’t work and as a life style will probably lead to disappointment and frustration in a future married life. But I don’t want to essay on this right now. I’m just trying to make my point of view clear.

I’m having a little troubled getting inspired to write my fanfic. The Sheldon voice comes a little more easily now, but I still don’t know what I want to happen next. As much as I’d love to give them happily ever after, there’s still a long way to go from explaining everything to the guys, dealing with Leonard’s reactions, and only then get to the part where they can have some fun.:P I just haven’t decided just what fun that’ll be. Do I want them on date? Do I want them as a serious couple? Is the fic itself even working? I don’t know, there are so many unanswered questions floating in my head and I just have to get to them before I write anything else.

And to make matters worse, I’ll have to go back to school in a couple of weeks …And now, I’m guilty for not studying. Great.

Fic: The kiss-giving hypothesis (3/?)

2009-01-30T20:07:43Z

Title: The Kiss-giving Hypothesis; chapter 3
Author: adenosinatri
Betas: theonlytwin, and kaitou_lili.
Rating: PG-13 (maybe)
Word Count: 1531
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Pairings/Characters: Penny/Sheldon, and featuring the others now.
Summary: Sheldon wonders how kissing Penny would be.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original plot is the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.
AN : Thank you all so much for your kind support on this little story, and please keep commenting if you like it, because I realize now, there's no point doing this if not for you guys. :) Also, I'm sorry if this is overly plotty and if I got in Sheldon's head too much, but I saw it as vital to the plot, so. Anyway, hope you guys like it.

He stared at us, shifting his glance from her to me repeatedly, with an expression of disbelief. Rajesh was also staring, he appeared to have wanted to say something, but Penny’s presence turned whatever it was into a canine shriek. I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it immediately afterwards, realizing that for once I had no idea what to say. There was no logical or believable explanation for what we were doing besides the truth. Even if I had the time to formulate an un-unravelable web with a convoluted lie, he just wouldn’t buy it. Oh, well, Penny started talking, it’s all doomed now.

“Hum, hey Howard. Raj. We were just, hum…”

“You had your lips on his lips! That’s not fair Penny; everybody gets a kick at it, except good ol’ Howard?”

I gasped. This was not the right thing to say, because Penny’s mood went from the embarrassment of being caught to the previous anger she had directed towards me. Although, if possible, she appeared to be even angrier at Wolowitz.

“Okay, first of all, it’s not everybody ‘gets a kick at it’; she quoted the words with her hands. “And second, the day ‘good ol’ Howard gets anything will be a cold day in hell.”

But Howard was unable to express his exasperation at Penny’s offensive remark, for Leonard had chosen that moment to come out of the apartment. When he opened the door, I jumped away, getting a slight panic attack. I had not considered Leonard into the equation. Another flaw. The others we could handle and maintain their mouths shut, so to speak. But Leonard would demand explanations, and I was currently unable to provide him an acceptable one. Come to think of it, kissing Penny probably broke an unspoken rule in the covenant of friendship I abided to, being his roommate. He also helps me fold my sheets when they come out of the dryer. Perhaps I should have considered the possibility of damaging my relationship with Leonard. I shook that thought away. There was no risk. The kiss and the second almost-kiss weren’t anymore than what he had previously accomplished with her; there was no reason for disturbance on his part if it didn’t move beyond that. And I didn’t plan on moving it beyond that.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, confused.

Penny and I looked at the others, I was trying to mentally address them and request they did not reveal anything to Leonard. I assumed she was doing the same. In a more obvious way, if you judge by her glare. They were silent. Penny spoke.

“Nothing, Leonard. The boys came with the Thai food and Howard made a pass on me so I cut him off.” She smiled, as if shrugging everything off and making it okay.

“Yeah, that’s…what happened.” Howard said, clearly preoccupied. Raj nodded. So Leonard opened the door and they went in.

“Penny, would you like to join us?” he offered.

Penny’s eyes met mine and I stared back in doubt. “I don’t know, Leonard.”

“If you’re worried about Howard, I’ll make sure he stays away from you…”

“Right, well…”

“Penny, can I ask you a question?”

“You already asked her a question, Leonard.” I stated. He just rolled his eyes.

“Sure, honey.”

“Why did you pull Sheldon from the apartment earlier?”

Penny’s face twisted into an expression of pain for a brief second but seemed fully recovered when she spoke.

“Oh, yeah. Nothing really, I was just lecturing him on not opening other people’s mail. He found this letter I was sending on the floor and opened it.”

I frowned and spoke in protest. She was lying and accusing me.

“What? I did no such…”

“Sheldon!” she cut me. “We discussed this.” She stared at me again and I understood. Of course, the lie was a cover up. I must say I was rather admired by Penny’s quick response. Even if she were using her powers for evil.
I waved my neck. “Yes, naturally.”

“Anyway, I’ll just…” she pointed to her apartment and rushed in. “See ya’ll.” She said before closing the door.

Leonard looked at me, an inquiry expression in his eyes. I looked the other way and went back inside.

I gave Wolowitz and Koothrappali a very meaningful look, signaling them to keep quiet about the events they had just witnessed and they seemed sufficiently startled, therefore I was mostly silent through the entire evening. I believe the others found that especially pleasant, for they did not appeared to be interested in getting me involved in the conversation. Neither was I in partaking it. I didn’t even jump in when they began a discussion about whether or not Spider Man would lose his entire body weight after web-swinging through the city (because that’s what happens to real spiders) and would need to eat ridiculously large amounts of food to compensate, thus making the movie version of his web production completely illogical.

But I had better things to concern myself with than the pathetic scientific flaws of Hollywood productions. I had started to wonder whether or not something was happening between Penny and me. If Wolowitz hadn’t interrupted us earlier we would’ve kissed once again. I had no doubts about that. What I questioned was why she’d want to kiss me and most importantly: Did I actually want to kiss her back? I hadn’t objected to her approach at the moment, but then again I had established that I wasn’t thinking clearly. Good God, there must be something terribly wrong happening with me.

Why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? Her words kept echoing in my brain. Metaphorically, of course. “I didn’t get upset about the kiss.” “…you just got to give it another try.” Argh. And we almost did. And I wanted to. Yes, but why? I never cared for kissing, or for any other kind of human interaction which involved physical contact. Yet something about Penny made me want to kiss her when she reached over to me earlier. Her scent, the way my hands felt when they were on her highly warm hips, the way her soft lips touched mine, as if she wanted me…

This was all highly illogical. I could explain everything with pre-school biology. Her favorable scent was due to the emission of sex pheromones, which, in animals, indicate the availability of the female for breeding, thus making her scent appealing to me – a male member of the same species. Her availability for breeding would also explain her apparent desire towards me, as well as the warmth of her body. The reason I was fond of all of this was simple: I was obviously experiencing the classical physiological reactions prior to copulation. Naturally, it didn’t matter for we would most likely not go through with any other type of contact.

I barely noticed when our guests left and Leonard said good night. I just sat there on my spot (the left corner of the couch), thinking (the thing I do best). I was trying to make sense of all of this. Because I had to. Because I am Dr. Sheldon Cooper (PhD), IQ of 187. If anyone could make sense of anything, that was me.

Oh, damn you, Penny. Damn you and soft lips and warm skin and… Oh, God, no. Is it possible that I have feelings for Penny?
No, that’s nonsense. I don’t have feelings. Well, perhaps occasionally. But not romantic feelings. And why would I have romantic feelings for Penny out of all people? Sure, she was attractive, if you judge by western’s beauty standard. And she was quite clever, especially considering the fact that she never graduated from college…And she had given me the napkin with Leonard Nimoy’s DNA. That had to be evidence that she cared about me. But wait, why does it matter if she cares about me or not? Oh, I don’t even know what I’m thinking anymore. Focus, Sheldon.

I got up from the couch and went to scribble on my notebook once again.

Reasons to like Penny:
1. Leonard Nimoy’s napkin.
2. Beautiful smile.
3. Lovely scent.
4. Warm skin.
5. Outstanding Video gaming skills.
6. Unlike the others, appears to be, at times, genuinely interested in what I have to say.
7. Surprisingly good answers on friendship questionnaire.

Reasons not to like Penny:
1. Disorganized, chaotic apartment.
2. Often angry, often at me.
3. Intimidating.
4. No knowledge or interest in physics.
5. Ruined laundry night.
6. Told on me to my mother.
7. Made fun of MONTE.

Just as I was finishing jotting down my notes and closing the notebook, someone knocked on the door and opened it. I already knew who it was before turning around. Logically, who else could it be at this hour? It appears we keep having those midnight encounters.

“Hey, Sheldon. Good, you’re alone. We need to talk.”

I looked at her and she had a sad look in her eyes, which indicated the matter she wanted to discuss was both important and uncomfortable. Wait, pause for commentary. Did I just interpret an emotion? What is the deal with my brain?

Porn Battle VII

2009-01-28T06:03:57Z

Title: Papers disproves Spock
Author: adenosinatri
Rating: R (I guess)
Word Count: 774
AN : My entry for the Porn Battle VII. I just had to do this, I couldn't resist. Completely rushed, rough and un-betaed. I re-read it like a thousand times to make it short enough, but I'm not even sure if it's hot.
I actually had more prompts than what would fit on the comment subject: the Penny Knock during sex, rock-paper-scissor-lizard-Spock, couch, Star Trek.

read.

I actually wrote for other fandom on this, but I'm not sure I want to post it, this one is embarrassing enough...

Pimping new community

2009-01-27T20:31:35Z

I was browsing around LJ and I found this rather new Harry Potter community. I miss Harry Potter and I thought the premisse for this community was a lot of fun, so I joined it.
hogwartsstamp.
there you answer a couple of questions and people vote in which Hogwarts house you should belong to.If you like HP, I think it's a good place.

Also, (shameless self-promotion alert) if you would be so kind as to vote for my post...pretty please? *bats eyes*

New layout

2009-01-27T03:05:36Z

The new layout. Pretty, huh? Header by enfermeira_chan, other credits on my user info. I'll study css someday to make something better, but this is good enough for now.;)

Just some off topic fun

2009-01-26T23:05:50Z

My Political Views
I am a left social libertarian
Left: 5.31, Libertarian: 3.8

Political Spectrum Quiz

My Foreign Policy Views
Score: -6.63

Political Spectrum Quiz

My Culture War Stance
Score: -7.19

Political Spectrum Quiz

No surprises there. :P

Penny and Sheldon - The Mood Theme

2009-01-26T03:17:13Z

That's right, you heard me. Your dreams have come true, for I present to you now: The first and only Penny/Sheldon Mood Theme. :D

Okay, on a serious note, I got fingers crossed here and I really really hope you guys like it.;)

Here you can see them all and here you can download it.

All I ask for is a tiny credit note on you user info if you use it. And a comment if you like it. XD

If you don't know how to install a mood theme, here's the tutorial that helped me.

Big Bang Theory Icons

2009-01-24T21:28:30Z

Here's another crazy icon batch! This time is BBT exclusive. Some of these may be similar to others out there, but I have special Panty Piñata Polarization icons!

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Fic: The kiss-giving hypothesis (2/?)

2009-01-22T23:02:21Z

Title: The Kiss-giving Hypothesis; chapter 2
Author: adenosinatri
Rating: PG-13 (maybe)
Word Count: 1594
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Pairings/Characters: Penny/Sheldon, and featuring the others now.
AN : I'd like to thank everyone for the support and reviews in this story, it really means a lot to me that you guys are liking it. First person POV is not something I'm used to writing and Sheldon's is specially hard. I hope you like this chapter, I'm working on the next ones and they should involve some plot development, but that's just so we can't get it over with and move to the good stuff. :) Special thanks to my betas theonlytwin, alsaurusrex and kaitou_lili. This story wouldn't survive without their help.
Summary: Sheldon wonders how kissing Penny would be.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original plot is the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.

I was much disturbed by the physical reaction that followed that night, after the incident which I would begin to define as field test n#1.

As soon as I walked back into my apartment, after leaving Penny (I refuse to say after kissing her), I observed the sudoresis spreading on my palms and forehead and the increasing, however small, spasm in my left leg. None of that made any sense whatsoever, so I decided to start taking a real, valid scientific approach to the situation. Yes, that was the best way to handle it.

Bedtime would have to wait; this was a matter of a most urgent nature.I went to my bedroom, opened the second drawer of my nightstand and retrieved my black notebook, along with a pen, which I brought back to the living room, where I turned on a light, sat at the desk and began to write.

Scientific Procedure

Step 1: Define the question.
Is kissing a genuinely pleasant human experience or is it merely a social convention based on an evolutionary predisposal to enjoy any contact which may lead to reproduction?

Step 2: Gather Information and resources, observe
The general opinion seems to be favorable to the enjoyability of the act itself, despite its roots or consequences. Another general opinion regards ~~Penny~~ subject n#1, which implicates acceptable kissing skills on her part.

Step 3: Form Hypothesis
Kissing would be an enjoyable experience. Kissing ~~Penny~~ subject n#1 would be an enjoyable experience.

Step 4: Perform experiment and collect data
Experiment performed so far:
Field Test n#1

Main question: Does said experiment answer the question stipulated in step one?

It did not. But what am I supposed to do? The whole thing is much too subjective to be taken as scientific. What was I thinking?

Well, I’ll answer that. I was thinking that I, being able to control my own emotions, would be able to be objective on the matter, thus solving the mystery once and for all.

Clearly I was wrong. No, no, I’m never wrong. I must merely be missing something. After that thought, I slapped myself in the head. Of course, I couldn’t possibly acquire enough data after only one experiment. I suppose I can excuse that due to the fact that I’m a theoretical rather than an experimental physicist. Leonard is an experimental physicist. Huh. I could make a wager on the fact that Leonard would be thrilled to be the one performing this particular experiment.

Ok, now I’m just talking nonsense. Back to point. Where was I? Oh, yes, another experiment. Field test n#2, if you will. Hum, but how could I possibly recreate the exact variables involved in the previous experiment? No, that’s much too chaotic to be manageable. I should probably just forget the whole thing. Yes, I believe I should apologize to Penny (I’m beginning to understand that’s the appropriate response after kissing a woman who was not expecting to be kissed) and drop the research. As of that moment, all I had accomplished had led me towards a spiral of tormented thoughts and delusions. With that in mind, I went to bed, deciding that I would apologize first thing in the morning and move on as if nothing’s happened. This shouldn’t be hard, due to the fact that if something did happen, I’m sure it was meaningless for both me and Penny. Right.

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I assumed confronting Penny wouldn’t be particularly easy, but I’m pleased to report that our morning encounter, as Leonard, I and she entered the hallway to retreat for work, went rather “smoothly”. We both said “Hello” and despite a slight twitch I felt in my left eye, nothing could indicate that we had previously experienced something of that nature.

After that, my work day went as usual; successful equations and discoveries, newly formed theories, series of scientific articles moving with outstanding speed. All thoughts of Penny and our little, shall I say, late night encounter, had drifted out of my mind completely.

That was, though, until Leonard and I arrived home. It was Thai food night and Wolowitz and Koothrappali were expected to come over with the food. I grabbed a cola from the fridge and sat peacefully at my spot, where I waited, watching Dr.Who reruns.
Leonard mentioned something about work keeping him extremely busy and excused himself to the work desk, where he seemed concentrated at whatever doomed research he could have had.

As of that moment, I was immensely alarmed when the door flung open to reveal a flushed, heavy-breathing and without a doubt extremely angry Penny. I realize now that anger isn’t exactly strange behavior when it comes to her. In fact, it seems to be the general norm.

She simply walked in, grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the couch, making me spill my drink all over my “The Flash” t-shirt. But she did not care for the fact that no amount of laundry would be able to remove the stain from what now was a ruined rare shirt. Leonard glanced at her, looking puzzled as she dragged me to the hallway closing the door behind us.

“Penny”, I began, reprehending her, but she cut me mid-sentence, her hand fully opened, pressed against my chest, pushing me onto the door.

“Now, listen here, Sheldon, and listen very carefully. I will not, understand, will not be a guinea pig or a white lab rat or whatever in your little experiments. You may have no clue as to how human interactions work, but here, I’ll give you one: You don’t go around kissing people, especially for experiments, okay? Not ever. So don’t even think about trying to pull that on me again, got it? Or you’ll force me to take harsh measures.” She spoke fast and forcefully, but oddly keeping her voice in a low-key tone, as to not be overheard, I assumed. At her final statement, she glared at me with the killer look we reserved for each other.

I was too appalled by her actions to respond with anything dignified, so I nodded.
“I’m actually through with the research, Penny,” I added, staring at our feet.
At that, she finally removed her hand from my chest and the place she was pressing stung, as if burning a little. How bizarre.

She seemed to be considering my words. After a brief ruminating moment, she said:
“Oh, hum. Well then, sorry. Hum, sorry about this.” She glanced down, looking embarrassed.

“I believe I should be the one apologizing, Penny. Kissing you last night was inappropriate due to the fact that you did not wish to be kissed by me. And for that, I’m sorry.”

I looked to my left side as she glanced up at me, smiling. I remembered the words I had once used to describe her smile to myself and felt the capillaries on my cheeks dilate with a sudden rush of blood to them.

“I kissed you back, you know?”

I did not understand what she was talking about, so I frowned.

“What?”

“Sheldon, I was upset because of the experiment. But now that you told me it’s over… I mean, I didn’t get upset about the kiss. Not. At. All.” She paused the last words, saying each one in, metaphorically of course, a different sentence.

I looked at her in shock.

“What?”

“You didn’t like it?” I sensed an implication of disappointment, but I could have been wrong, I’m not very good at guessing emotions.

“I don’t know, I…I told you yesterday.” I looked firmly to the other side as she took a step closer to me. I had told her. I couldn’t evaluate the experiment properly, that was the reason why I had dropped it. I repeated that to her, but that just made her smile grow wider, except in a rather frightening way.

“Well, you know, maybe you just got to give it another try,” she said.

I was unable to move, partially because I couldn’t send a proper neural command to my leg muscles, and mostly because her hands were now pressed against the door, on both sides of my shoulders. She leaned forward until her lips were mere inches from mine. I was still looking at the other side. But suddenly at that moment I experienced the strange physical sensations once again. I felt my head turn around to expose my lips to hers and I closed my eyes immediately, as to not see the bizarreness of what I was doing. I must have gone insane, at last. The poor thought coordination and lack of movement control was clearly a sign of mental instability. There was also the heavy breathing. At the moment I didn’t care about any of this. I was operating on limbic system, on animal instincts. Maybe my original theories of kissing were correct. But why I was I succumbing to it? I’ve never been one to fall for instinctive behaviors. I was a superior animal. This was one of the extremely rare moments in which I was not proud of myself. I was turning from Homo Novus into a common Homo Sapiens Sapiens. Pathetic.

I felt her lips brush against mine and my hands lifted, seeking out for the place in her back they liked to touch. But just as I was about to open my mouth, inviting her in, a familiar voice shouted from behind her.

“Penny? Sheldon? What the hell?” It was Wolowitz.

As Penny jumped away from me, I had to hold the doorknob to keep from falling down.

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Site reccomendation

2009-01-20T23:51:53Z

I don't know if anyone has seen this, but I just found and I thought it was the coolest thing.

INSULTINGLY STUPID MOVIE PHYSICS

It basically explains the physics of popular movies and rates them accordingly to how well the laws of physics would apply. I think this would be a great fanfic resource for Big Bang Theory fics, especially for writing Sheldon explaining movies.XD

I know I definitely want to read and use it.

Icon Batch

2009-01-17T03:50:34Z

If anyone would be interested, I've made some icons. Btvs and The Big Bang Theory. Please credit if used. ;)

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Fic: The Kiss-giving Hypothesis

2009-01-15T15:22:42Z

Title: The Kiss-giving Hypothesis
Author: adenosinatri
Rating: PG-13 (maybe)
Word Count: 1476
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Pairings/Characters: Penny/Sheldon
AN : Once again, thanks to theonlytwin, alsaurusrex and kaitou_lili for the beta read and the compliments.
Summary: Sheldon wonders how kissing Penny would be.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original plot is the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.

I’ve never been much interested in the notion of kissing.

When I was fourteen, occupied with obtaining my first PhD, my advisor introduced me to the hypothesis of it being good, and I accepted her will to experiment. Needless to say that disproved the hypothesis, and I didn’t think it needed further testing. I had more important things to concern with, such as changing the view of physics in the universe.

If one thinks about it carefully, kissing is either a learned social behavior, which, much like other social conventions, is utterly unnecessary, or it is instinctive, a step before intercourse. Either way, none of those reasons would be good enough to convince me to, as the colloquial saying goes, “give it a shot”.

Not to mention the fact that it is estimated that hundreds or even millions of bacterial colonies move from one mouth to another during a kiss. Kissing can even spread diseases like meningitis, herpes and mononucleosis.

However, lately I started to experience those rather uncomfortable sensations. It started on Wednesday night, which was, as always, Halo night. Leonard, in discordance to most of anyone’s expectations, had a date, so we invited Penny to play. Wolowitz and Koothrappali were settled on playing together, so I was stuck with our neighbor. Nothing would have happened if we weren’t both so good at Halo. When we won the first round, the losing team went to the kitchen to get colas, and we were left on the couch to celebrate, which she insisted we did by “high-fiving”. And then, for some reason I cannot estipulate, her hand landed on my leg. I jumped in shock and she removed it very quickly, but when I turned to give her a mean glare, she was just smiling, playfully. I noticed then that she had a beautiful smile. Not just the western notion of beauty. It was a perfect combination of muscle molecules bending and sliding through each other, forming a unique, dynamic presentation of happiness.

I opened my mouth to inquire why she had begun to smile that way, but before my lips could form the words I noticed her lips. She was running her tongue between them. I felt as if there were significantly less oxygen in the air, which was ridiculous, because nothing had occurred in the past seconds to compromise the integrity of the apartment’s atmosphere. But I felt as though I needed to take a very deep breath if I intended to inhale what was necessary for my organism’s survival.

I judged that my lungs’ sudden difficulty in capturing oxygen was related to the increasing rapidity in which my heart had begun to beat. That was when I thought the weirdest, and without a doubt most pathetic thought I’ve ever had. What would be like if Penny’s lips were touching mine? Would they feel uncomfortable and overly moisturized? Would it be like my experiment, nearly twenty years ago? Her lips too asperous, her movements too abrupt? An idea occurred to me, that perhaps, for once at least, I was wrong. That, in fact, a scientifical theory should not be based upon solely one experiment. I’ve heard Leonard and some other men Penny hung around with mention casually that she was a good kisser. Since I was operating under the assumption that no kissing was good, I hadn’t considered that.

I only realized I was leaning towards her when my friends returned to continue the game, which they would lose again. Twice.

After that day I began to obsess about the incident. Whenever I had a new idea for an experiment, or when I formulated a hypothesis, I would spend most of my time thinking about the best way to proceed and accomplish it. I had to know if kissing Penny would be enjoyable. It was a matter of uncovering a biological mystery. If kissing was really a nice experience or if people merely assumed it was, due to their hormonal reaction, programmed by evolution to cause enjoyment of pre-coital situations. Since unlike most people, I was aware of that fact, I would be able to analyze the matter rationally.

The main issue was actually conducting said experiment. We weren’t alone in the same room very often, and when we were, she usually had a way of making me feel much too uncomfortable to try anything. I considering forgetting the whole thing, but that would be giving up, and I never give up. I decided I needed to just take action. Make the first move, as society expects the male of the species to do. It was Saturday night. Leonard went to sleep and I avoided saying anything to him, as to not compromise the secrecy the event needed to take place. Then, I sneaked into the hallway and knocked three times on Penny’s door. After a while she came to answer, in her pajamas, looking sleepy and confused. She asked me what I was doing there, and I thought she sounded a bit annoyed.

“I wish your help conducting an experiment.”

“Now?” She definitely sounded annoyed.

“Yes, now is the only good time.” I believe I sounded very professional and serious. “It won’t take long.”

“Alright, what do I have to do?”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that. I didn’t know if I should reveal my intentions or surprise her. I opted for the second, due to not wanting to deal with the possibility of rejection. I told her to simply not move.

Not sure where to put my hands, I posed my fingers at her hips, not wanting to touch her too much for this. The experiment had other purposes, after all. Her blouse was slightly short and I could feel her skin at my fingertips. It was much too warm. Penny looked up at me, her eyebrows meeting at the center of her forehead. I hesitated for a moment, but proceeded to lean forward, until my face was close enough to hers for me to sense the air she exhaling on my chin. She opened her mouth to speak, but I placed my lips onto hers before she could. I hadn’t planned much for after that, so I just stood there, brushing the skin of her hips slightly, my mouth pressing hers.

Much to my absolute shock, she moved her hands to my neck and pulled it, rather harshly, if I may add, and pressed her mouth against mine. Her lips did not feel uncomfortable at all. They were, like her skin, very warm, and a bit humid, but it was more like sipping water than diving in a pool. She began performing weird lip movements, such as, opening hers slightly and embracing mine. I experienced a rather uncomfortable moment where I couldn’t really process my thoughts correctly. Or coordinate them with my movements. Before I could take notice of it, my hands were fully opened on her back, rubbing it nervously, and I took a step forward, as she did the same holding on to my neck, as if she were afraid of falling down. Even though it was a ridiculous notion, at the moment it seemed possible – that’s how dysfunctional my logic became. Therefore, I pulled her closer and my abdomen was pressed onto hers. Then I noticed my own mouth opening against my will.

Penny’s tongue slid into my mouth, causing me to have an involuntary muscle spasm, popularly know as a “shiver”. I had no idea how to proceed, and as I mentioned, even if I did it wouldn’t have been much use. I chose to follow her motions exactly. Firstly her tongue seemed to slowly massage mine, so I copied that movement. Her hands were wandering behind my scalp; she appeared to be determined to grasp every bit of hair on my head. My hands were occupied with her back. I realized the warmness was no longer bothering me. In fact, I longed for it. I had another shock when she started to suck my tongue into her mouth. I felt my forehead grow creases it had never grown before. Gasping for breath, I pulled her away carefully, turning my face away first and slowly proceeding to abandon the place on her back my hands had grown to like, despite my wishes.

“So…” she said, I noted that she was having breathing difficulties as well. “That was your experiment?”

I couldn’t dare to look at her, so I gazed at an unspecific point in her door frame.

“Yes.”

“And, hum…What were the results?” I pondered on that. Well, that was the whole point, wasn’t it? And yet, I couldn’t possibly answer. It had felt good. Too good. But was I really able to specify why? I decided I had insufficient data to proceed.

“Inconclusive.” I said, and walked back to my apartment as quickly as possible.

Fic: The Green Apple Cider Conudrum

2009-01-12T18:41:32Z

Title: The Green Apple Cider conundrum
Author: adenosinatri
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1987
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Pairings/Characters: Penny/Sheldon
AN : A world of thanks to theonlytwin, alsaurusrex and kaitou_lili for the beta read and the compliments.
Summary: After a bad day at work, all Penny wants to do on her Friday night is to turn to a green apple cider drink for comfort. But her night takes an unexpected turn when Sheldon comes over to request help fixing a pair of mittens. Mostly fluff and bickering.
Prompt: January: A stork, a pair of mittens, and a green apple.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original plot is the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended.

Penny’s feet made a loud thumping sound as she ran up the stairs, fumbling in her purse for her apartment keys. It had been the most horrible, disgusting and draining day a person could have and all she wanted to do was to curl up in a foetal position while engulfing large amounts of sweet alcohol.

The day hadn’t even started that badly. She went to work in a rather happy mood, thinking, since it was Friday, it had to be a good day. “Huh”, she would say to her morning-self, “You deserve that for being such a stupid optimist.” The minute she arrived at the restaurant she realized work was not going to be easy. There were tons of last night’s plates to wash, and before they were finished, customers started to fill up the place. There were new specials and some discount her boss had made up to attract customers, and in her opinion it had worked a little too well. She and the other waitresses were barely able to keep up. That alone would have been endurable. The real problem happened when some teenagers started shouting and hitting on her, hard, and one of them actually tried to feel her up on his way to the bathroom. She thought it would be over when she left the Factory, but it took her half an hour to change the flat tire on her car and finally drive home.

And there was even a cherry on the top of that cake. She couldn’t escape the pouring rain going outside on her way from the car to the building, and now her hair and clothes were dripping wet and sticking to her skin.

Successfully entering the apartment, she rushed to remove and toss away her clothes, not giving much thought to where they were landing. She fished some comfortable, relatively clean and, most importantly, dry clothes from an ever-growing pile on her couch and put them on, while rushing to the fridge to find which types of booze were available.

Not much exploration was necessary here; she found some melon liqueur, an almost empty bottle of vodka and some old hard apple cider someone had given to her. At that, she shrugged, and mixed the full contents of the glasses in her blender with some ice, and took the blender container with her to the couch, turning the TV on some meaningless soap opera. After a few sips, she was starting to relax and appreciate the fact that the day was finally over. But she realized it was all too easy when she heard her name called three times, synchronized with knocks on her front door.

“Oh, come on, Sheldon…” she grunted, as she dragged her body from the couch to open the door, holding tightly to her blender.

“What?” she saw the tall man standing in the hallway, looking at her with an awkward expression. He was holding a pair of woolen mittens, one of which seemed to be ripped where the thumb was supposed to go.

“Well, hello Penny, what is shaking?” he said with a self-assured smile, and yet seeming completely out of place.

Penny sighed impatiently. “Sweetie, I told you, you don’t have to force the colloquial sentences, the quicker you say what you want, the quicker you can go away.”

He looked to the floor, apparently considering the thought.

“Very well, then. Penny, I came here to request your hand sewing aptitude to my services.” He said, lifting the mittens, a smug smile still on his face.

Penny shook her head and frowned, but only for a second. She was happy to realize she was finally beginning to understand Sheldon. She was not, however, happy about his request.

“You want me to fix your mittens?”

He looked at her and nodded emphatically. “Yes.”

“Come on, Sheldon, you want me to fix your mittens now? Did you not notice that I’m drinking alcohol straight from the blender? Now is not a good time.”

“Well, of course I noticed it, Penny. I’m neither blind nor mentally stagnant. I merely chose not to mention it, due to my recent evaluation that people don’t seem to appreciate when you comment on their flaws, even if with the sole intention of giving constructive criticism.”, he stated, waving his hand around as usual, and, as usual, clearly proud of his thought processing.

Penny nodded, not seeming happy at all. “That’s great, now go away.” But before she could close the door on him, he held it open with his right hand.

“Now, wait. I’d like to propose a favor exchange, i.e. you provide me with the favor of sewing my mittens, and in return I provide you with a different favor. As I’ve observed, this seems to be a typical arrangement among social relationships.”

“And what favor could you possibly do for me?”

He leaned his head forward to look in side her apartment, his forehead frowning in a mist of shock and disgust. He went back to look at her, trying not to seem so appalled.

“I could clean you apartment. I mean, good Lord, Penny, how can you live here? It looks as if a pack of wild animals…”

But before he could finish the sentence, large tear drops started to fall out of Penny’s eyes as she sobbed, unable to control her blubbering. Sheldon looked around nervously.

“There, there.” he tried, uncomfortable.

“Why are you being mean to me?” she got out, in between hiccups. “I’ve had the most terrible day and now you’re being mean to mee…”
“No, I wasn’t mean. I…”

Sheldon was getting even more uncomfortable. He tried grabbing the blender from her hands and offering it to her.

“Here, have a drink. Although, it’s been tested that the effects of alcohol may actually increase one’s depressive state…Hum…”

That just caused her to cry even harder. Unable to watch that scene anymore, he led her inside the apartment and, a little unsure, sat on the couch with her. He tried tapping her back a few times, and when that didn’t seem to work, he assumed talking about other things could distract her. He glanced at her television and frowned.

“Penny, why are you watching a documentary about storks?”

She lifted her head confused, but no longer crying.

“What? No, I was watching a soap opera…” She looked at the TV. “Oh, that’s why there were no humans…” She started crying again. “I’m so stupid, I can’ even watch a soap opera properly…”

“Oh, no, she had stopped crying. Oh, what now? Look, Penny, it’s not so bad, this documentary is actually quite interesting.” He seemed amused. “See? There, did you know that storks only appear to be monogamous? In fact, they may change mates after migrations.”

Penny gave Sheldon a mean look, which made him squint away from her, as she grabbed the blender and drank a large sip.

“Who cares? So storks are not so good on the long-distance relationship thing. Is anyone?”

“Well, I don’t think comparing species is a valid way of constructing a hypothesis. It’s known that evolution favored different species in different environments, therefore, making it highly unlikely that a somewhat similar behavior between different species shows any kind of correlation amidst them.”

Penny just stared at him, unimpressed, and took another gulp of her drink. Sheldon gave her beverage a disgusted look.

“What…hum…what is that?”

She smiled. “It’s green apple cider, you want some?” The thought of getting Sheldon drunk enough to sing L’chaim again made her feel less melancholic.

“Is it made out of green apples?” He seemed interested.

Penny shrugged.

“Sure.” She knew it wasn’t, but why bother.
“I don’t like green apples.”

“What’s the difference?”

“What’s the difference? The green apple is a hybrid of the Malus domestica and Malus sylvestris originally grown in Australia by Maria Ann Smith. As the actual, real red apple… ”

“Oh, God, fine. This isn’t actually made out of green apple, okay? It’s apple cider, liqueur and vodka.”

“Then why on earth is it called the green apple cider? It certainly isn’t green in any way.”

“Look, you still want me to fix your mittens?” Penny put the blender on the floor and looked at him. She felt tired, drunk and incredibly sad. For some reason she had the notion that helping Sheldon would make her feel better, maybe her mind was playing devilish tricks on her. But when she stared at his eyes waiting for a response, she noticed an expression she had never seen in him before. It wasn’t his usual smugness or even the awkward look he had whenever he was a part of a social or personal situation he wasn’t used to (come to think of it, would he ever be used to any?). No, much to Penny’s surprise, this look was one of an actual human emotion. But she couldn’t figure out which. His eyebrows were coming close together, but his forehead lacked any creases, so it couldn’t be confusion. It seemed almost like…pity. Was she so deep under even Sheldon was capable of noticing and feeling sorry for her? She knew her misery went beyond the bad day she had, but was it so obvious how frustrating her life was being? She didn’t want it to be.

“Perhaps another time.” He said simply, making a move to get up from the couch. She grasped his hand impulsively. He looked at their hands, now, definitely looking confused, but didn’t shudder away as she would have expected. They stayed silent for a moment, looking at their hands together. His hand was soft and warm and for the briefest of seconds she wondered what it would be like to kiss it. And then she let go of his hand abruptly. She looked at his eyes again, but he avoided hers and she forgot what she meant to say when she held his hand in the first place. To her immense relief he spoke again, and she realized how silly the whole thing was. He was just Sheldon.

“I had certain urgency on getting these fixed, since they are my Saturday mittens, and it is almost Saturday…But I sense you wouldn’t be very coordinated at the moment. I suppose I could,” he swallowed hard, “wear different mittens,” he managed to say, appearing to be in profound pain.

She was actually able to smile at his OCD. “I can fix it Sheldon. But why do you need them anyway?”

“Oh, did I forget to mention? Wolowitz, Koothrappali, Leonard and I are going to the snow festival tomorrow.” He snickered, excited. “There’s a snowman building contest, which I intend to win. Of course, my understanding of the laws of physics should prove to be a great advantage against my competitors.”

“Aw. Snow festival? That sounds nice. Can I come if I fix your mittens?”

He smiled in response, and handed her the fingerless gloves.

“Yes. Oh, but I have two conditions.”

She scowled, puzzled. “What?”

His smile grew wider.

“Don’t bring any cider and look less, hum…”

“Less what?” She was a little upset by this, which prompted her to stand up fast. The sudden headache she felt warned her it had been a mistake.

Sheldon had that mixed confusion and fear look he always got when she tried to intimidate him. “I… well, you’ve changed your patterns and I can barely recognize you right now.”

“Huh?”

“Alright, you can come if you promise me you will be Penny.”

She laughed. Sheldon made her laugh, she realized. That was her terrible day and Sheldon had made her laugh. Something bad was happening.

“I’ll try.”

He smiled awkwardly again and left in a hurry. Penny sat back on the couch and looked at his mittens. She smiled and thought that maybe the day had ended quite well. And tomorrow was promising to be, at the very least, interesting.

2009's Projects

2009-01-12T04:06:28Z

Because I need a way to organize my thoughts.

1 - I have a plan for a original story, which is already completely outlined, missing only character's profiles and actual writing. So, one of my resolutions is to finish it.

2 - I want to get good grades at university, but, you know, still dedicate myself to other things. I think I can, I already have a certain plan on what I have to do to study better, so I guess it'll be okay.

3 - Fanfic. I've been getting in the mood to write it again lately, and so far it's been really fun. So I plan on writing.

4 - I'm also making icons and planning ~~a P/S mood theme (which should take a while to finish).~~ other mood themes.

5 - I plan on reading at least 100 books this year. (Only read 30 last year). But not just any books. I want books that speak to me, books with compelling, life-changing stories. Or, you know, just books that make me laugh.

Those are basically the main things I want to do this year. It doesn't seem much, but I believe they'll be quite time cosuming, especially since they involve a lot of "sub-things" to get concluded. So yeah.

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