Ice Cream of The Future (3/3)
Rating: PG-13 (this part only)
Ship: Sheldon/Penny
Warnings: Dark Themes, Adult Themes
Word Count: 340
Beta-d by: mrsvc
Previous Parts: Part 1| Part 2
Suddenly, everything took place and nothing happened.
It was all over and there was nothing to show for it. All three of them returned to the apartment, just as it had been before, but it felt somehow empty.
Penny lay in bed all day and did nothing. Sheldon could not even tempt her into playing Age of Conan. Leonard spent a lot of time with her, sitting on the edge of the bed, speaking to her softly. They talked about everything except what had occurred. He pulled out her old sheets and comforter and put them on the bed, trying to bring a little more familiarity to the room.
Sheldon still slept next to her, but their schedules didn't agree anymore. She slept late into the morning and he went to sleep early. Penny would half-heartedly ask him about his day until he pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes. Even he could tell that things were tense, and usually he wasn't good at that sort of thing. Either his perception was improving or things had reached a fever pitch.
"You should go talk to her," Leonard told Sheldon. It was the refrain to his days that he could almost set his watch by, should he wish to set it by anything as inaccurate at Leonard Hofstadter.
He was reluctant to say anything to her. Sheldon understood that he was not the most comforting figure for many people.
Then she woke him up with her crying.
He found it odd that her crying had awoken him. It wasn't as if she was particularly loud or even shifting around in the bed unnecessarily, as she did sometimes, but laying there, he couldn't find his way back to sleep.
Sheldon reached out and stroked her hair, cautious in case she should turn on him. To his surprise she rolled towards him and grasped his shirt. He turned on his side so that Penny wasn't stretching his shirt quite so much.
"Why?" she asked him.
He had no answer for her.
Ship: Sheldon/Penny
Warnings: Dark Themes, Adult Themes
Word Count: 340
Beta-d by: mrsvc
Previous Parts: Part 1| Part 2
Suddenly, everything took place and nothing happened.
It was all over and there was nothing to show for it. All three of them returned to the apartment, just as it had been before, but it felt somehow empty.
Penny lay in bed all day and did nothing. Sheldon could not even tempt her into playing Age of Conan. Leonard spent a lot of time with her, sitting on the edge of the bed, speaking to her softly. They talked about everything except what had occurred. He pulled out her old sheets and comforter and put them on the bed, trying to bring a little more familiarity to the room.
Sheldon still slept next to her, but their schedules didn't agree anymore. She slept late into the morning and he went to sleep early. Penny would half-heartedly ask him about his day until he pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes. Even he could tell that things were tense, and usually he wasn't good at that sort of thing. Either his perception was improving or things had reached a fever pitch.
"You should go talk to her," Leonard told Sheldon. It was the refrain to his days that he could almost set his watch by, should he wish to set it by anything as inaccurate at Leonard Hofstadter.
He was reluctant to say anything to her. Sheldon understood that he was not the most comforting figure for many people.
Then she woke him up with her crying.
He found it odd that her crying had awoken him. It wasn't as if she was particularly loud or even shifting around in the bed unnecessarily, as she did sometimes, but laying there, he couldn't find his way back to sleep.
Sheldon reached out and stroked her hair, cautious in case she should turn on him. To his surprise she rolled towards him and grasped his shirt. He turned on his side so that Penny wasn't stretching his shirt quite so much.
"Why?" she asked him.
He had no answer for her.