Fic- The Space Angel Angle 2/?
Title- The Space Angel Angle 2/?
Author- Faythbrady
Rating- YT
Show- TBBT, TV(surprise)
Disclaimer- I am a poor soul.. not to be confused with a poor sole which is the result of a lack of pepper.
Summary- Penny and Sheldon have made a mistake.
A/N- For Spaceanjl in the hopes of Leonard getting smacked in the face.
A/N2- I realise that my tenses are out of whack. My English teacher was rubbish.
Chapter 2
Sheldon blamed Penny solely for their current predicament and yet had the good sense not to tell her that. Her intelligence may be mediocre but he had a healthy respect for her left hook.
If Penny hadn't have moved in and snagged Leonard's interest causing her to become part of their circle.
If she hadn't entered into a relationship with Leonard which caused her to spend more time with Sheldon as Leonard failed to be a good boyfriend.
If she hadn't insisted that Sheldon was her best friend and broke his personal boundaries.
If she hadn't broken up with Leonard and still insisted on smelling sweet and looking happy.
If she hadn't played Halo and paintball and watched Star Trek and Battlestar with him.
If she hadn't gone to DragonCon and ComicCon and movie marathon nights.
If she hadn't worn that costume and sat in that seat, her own seat next to his.
If she hadn't caused him to lose concentration and lose sleep.
If she hadn't shown up when she saw his light on, asking him why he wasn't sleeping.
If she hadn't leaned over his shoulder, causing soft hair to tickle his neck, causing him to jump, causing her to spill whiskey all over his modified time machine.
All her fault.
Yet he stuck to her as they entered the dimly lit corridor, past the burly guards with guns that looked like something from one of his video games and into a small ante room. Penny was familiar and that was it. (he's a good liar when he doesn't have to say it out loud)
The room was dirty with grime encrusted in the corners and dust floating through the shaft of light piercing through a window. The faint scent of desperation and sweat colored the air and the buzzing of flies was only slightly louder than the electrical hum of the broken overhead light.
Sheldon eyed the florescent bar with caution hoping it wouldn't just explode into a shower of sparks and set fire to his flash t-shirt. This far forward in time vintage t-shirts would probably be worth a small planet.
The rest of the room was full of thugs and men who abstained from the human race on account of disability- too stupid to qualify. To one side there was a curtain of grubby fabric cordoning off a separate area where they could hear soft sobs and muffled grunts.
Small curtains tried to brighten up the dingy walls but the only focus in the room was the green metal desk in front of full shelves with a man in a bowler hat staring curiously at them.
Sheldon realized that he had been silent for too long and started forward, hand outstretched.
As he moved so did the guards, each one cocking his gun and aiming it at the now frozen Sheldon.
“My intentions were not hostile,” Sheldon informed them, his voice shaky. “It is the established custom to shake hands upon meeting someone.”
“Not on Persephone,” the man said with a smirk. “But it ain't often we have the pleasure of such polite gentleman as yerself. So,” he stood and reached over the table, grasping Sheldon's hand tightly. Even standing the man was no taller than Penny and a definite head shorter than Sheldon.
“I'm Badger, Prince of Persephone.” He grinned, showing yellowing teeth and a snake smile. “Now who might you be?”
The man, Badger's, accent was thick and sounded vaguely English, but more like Spike than Giles. The thought made Sheldon wince. Oh Newton, he wished he was home right now, tucked into his spot and watching a Buffy marathon. Sheldon tried to focus.
“I'm Dr. Sheldon Cooper and this is Penny.”
Badger let his gaze rake over Penny in a way that would have made Wolowitz uneasy.
“Charmed, I'm sure.” He turned back to Sheldon. “A doctor, ey?” He rubbed his chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “A doctor. Ain't had one a them for a dogs age. So, what brings you to Persephone, Doc?” He leaned back in his chair. “You seem like fancy Core folk, don't 'ave no reason to be out on the Rim.”
Sheldon knew that he was incapable of lying. He also knew that he was incapable of thinking up lies on the spot and yet, somehow, these facts had managed to slip his genius mind right up to the point where he had to come up with a convincing falsehood in seconds.
He panicked. “Uh, we, uh.”
Penny stepped forward as Sheldon seemed to flounder. “Uh, we kinda ran into some bad luck.”
Badger laughed loud and coarsely. “Let me guess,” his eyes drifted over her again. “You're some rich kid from the Core, Osiris maybe, you start dating someone the parents wouldn't approve of,” his gaze flickered to Sheldon and back as he continued, “Wiv all hearts and flowers and less sense than a gorram Reaver you decide to run away together, land up at some dodgy space port where you're conned into losing everything you own. Is that about the size of it, love?”
Penny seizes the scenario and runs with it. “Got it in one. All I have on me is my watch. It's old, like really old and gotta be worth at least a meal and room for the night.”
She unclasped the watch and handed it over to Badger who examined it with keen interest. He turned it in his hands, read the back and laughed.
“Sweetheart, I wouldn't touch this for all the tea on Sihnon.”
Penny frowned. “It's not a fake!”
“I know that, but old Earth-that-Was? Sweetheart, you could buy Persephone and three of it's moons with this. It's too rich for my blood and I couldn't fence it if I tried. The Alliance would be all over my arse before I could say spit. You might have better luck on one of the Core planets where they have museums that would take it.”
Penny sagged as he handed it back. She knew that it had been about a twenty dollar watch and now it was museum quality? It would have been funny but she had more pressing problems. “But we need the money.”
Badger shrugged. “Not my problem. Although,” he reached over and touched her jacket. “Is that real denim?”
Penny stared down at the outfit she had meticulously planned for her evening out. A soft blue shirt under a denim jacket, short skirt and ankle boots. She'd looked cute and she'd been hoping to find some nice guy who thought so too. Turns out there were no nice guys in clubs and she'd stumbled home to see the light on under Sheldon's door.
Look how that turned out.
“Yeah, it's real denim.”
Badger licked his lip. “Never let it be said that I ain't a gentleman. I'll give ya twenty platinum for the jacket. That's more than enough for a decent meal over at the local. And I'll even do ya a favor. There's an... associate of mine due to dock today, he's a trustworthy sort as much as us thieves can be. You'll need to go the Core to fence that and it just so happens that's where he's going. If you're nice to him, he might give you a lift. Give me the jacket and I'll mention your name to him.”
“Why would you do that for us?”
He gave a slanted grin. “You scratch my back, I scratch yours. We got a deal?”
Penny looked over at Sheldon who was frowning at the weasel-faced man. She didn't trust this guy as far as she could throw him but they had little choice.
Penny slid the denim jacket off and handed it over, hands quickly filching in pockets for anything she'd left.
Two bills, keys, her phone and lipstick. She tucked them into her ankle boot not noticing the great show she gave the guards as she bent forwards.
Sheldon caught their eye line as they leered down her shirt and he quickly stepped in front.
They glared at him and he tried not to quake.
Offending men with guns was no logical and yet he couldn't let them ogle Penny.
Penny straightened and gave Sheldon a funny look before turning back to Badger. “Okay, so what time is this guy supposed to get here?”
“Two hours, so I suppose ya got yerself a while to kill, Princess.” He handed her some coins in a leather bag and leaned against the table. “Now you can either wait around here with me and my boys,” the guards grinned menacingly. “Or you can take the Doc and head to the boozer for some food.”
Sheldon looked from the guns to the guards and back again. “Where is this inn?”
Badger threw his head back and laughed. “Gorram rich kids!”
Author- Faythbrady
Rating- YT
Show- TBBT, TV(surprise)
Disclaimer- I am a poor soul.. not to be confused with a poor sole which is the result of a lack of pepper.
Summary- Penny and Sheldon have made a mistake.
A/N- For Spaceanjl in the hopes of Leonard getting smacked in the face.
A/N2- I realise that my tenses are out of whack. My English teacher was rubbish.
Chapter 2
Sheldon blamed Penny solely for their current predicament and yet had the good sense not to tell her that. Her intelligence may be mediocre but he had a healthy respect for her left hook.
If Penny hadn't have moved in and snagged Leonard's interest causing her to become part of their circle.
If she hadn't entered into a relationship with Leonard which caused her to spend more time with Sheldon as Leonard failed to be a good boyfriend.
If she hadn't insisted that Sheldon was her best friend and broke his personal boundaries.
If she hadn't broken up with Leonard and still insisted on smelling sweet and looking happy.
If she hadn't played Halo and paintball and watched Star Trek and Battlestar with him.
If she hadn't gone to DragonCon and ComicCon and movie marathon nights.
If she hadn't worn that costume and sat in that seat, her own seat next to his.
If she hadn't caused him to lose concentration and lose sleep.
If she hadn't shown up when she saw his light on, asking him why he wasn't sleeping.
If she hadn't leaned over his shoulder, causing soft hair to tickle his neck, causing him to jump, causing her to spill whiskey all over his modified time machine.
All her fault.
Yet he stuck to her as they entered the dimly lit corridor, past the burly guards with guns that looked like something from one of his video games and into a small ante room. Penny was familiar and that was it. (he's a good liar when he doesn't have to say it out loud)
The room was dirty with grime encrusted in the corners and dust floating through the shaft of light piercing through a window. The faint scent of desperation and sweat colored the air and the buzzing of flies was only slightly louder than the electrical hum of the broken overhead light.
Sheldon eyed the florescent bar with caution hoping it wouldn't just explode into a shower of sparks and set fire to his flash t-shirt. This far forward in time vintage t-shirts would probably be worth a small planet.
The rest of the room was full of thugs and men who abstained from the human race on account of disability- too stupid to qualify. To one side there was a curtain of grubby fabric cordoning off a separate area where they could hear soft sobs and muffled grunts.
Small curtains tried to brighten up the dingy walls but the only focus in the room was the green metal desk in front of full shelves with a man in a bowler hat staring curiously at them.
Sheldon realized that he had been silent for too long and started forward, hand outstretched.
As he moved so did the guards, each one cocking his gun and aiming it at the now frozen Sheldon.
“My intentions were not hostile,” Sheldon informed them, his voice shaky. “It is the established custom to shake hands upon meeting someone.”
“Not on Persephone,” the man said with a smirk. “But it ain't often we have the pleasure of such polite gentleman as yerself. So,” he stood and reached over the table, grasping Sheldon's hand tightly. Even standing the man was no taller than Penny and a definite head shorter than Sheldon.
“I'm Badger, Prince of Persephone.” He grinned, showing yellowing teeth and a snake smile. “Now who might you be?”
The man, Badger's, accent was thick and sounded vaguely English, but more like Spike than Giles. The thought made Sheldon wince. Oh Newton, he wished he was home right now, tucked into his spot and watching a Buffy marathon. Sheldon tried to focus.
“I'm Dr. Sheldon Cooper and this is Penny.”
Badger let his gaze rake over Penny in a way that would have made Wolowitz uneasy.
“Charmed, I'm sure.” He turned back to Sheldon. “A doctor, ey?” He rubbed his chin, a thoughtful look in his eyes. “A doctor. Ain't had one a them for a dogs age. So, what brings you to Persephone, Doc?” He leaned back in his chair. “You seem like fancy Core folk, don't 'ave no reason to be out on the Rim.”
Sheldon knew that he was incapable of lying. He also knew that he was incapable of thinking up lies on the spot and yet, somehow, these facts had managed to slip his genius mind right up to the point where he had to come up with a convincing falsehood in seconds.
He panicked. “Uh, we, uh.”
Penny stepped forward as Sheldon seemed to flounder. “Uh, we kinda ran into some bad luck.”
Badger laughed loud and coarsely. “Let me guess,” his eyes drifted over her again. “You're some rich kid from the Core, Osiris maybe, you start dating someone the parents wouldn't approve of,” his gaze flickered to Sheldon and back as he continued, “Wiv all hearts and flowers and less sense than a gorram Reaver you decide to run away together, land up at some dodgy space port where you're conned into losing everything you own. Is that about the size of it, love?”
Penny seizes the scenario and runs with it. “Got it in one. All I have on me is my watch. It's old, like really old and gotta be worth at least a meal and room for the night.”
She unclasped the watch and handed it over to Badger who examined it with keen interest. He turned it in his hands, read the back and laughed.
“Sweetheart, I wouldn't touch this for all the tea on Sihnon.”
Penny frowned. “It's not a fake!”
“I know that, but old Earth-that-Was? Sweetheart, you could buy Persephone and three of it's moons with this. It's too rich for my blood and I couldn't fence it if I tried. The Alliance would be all over my arse before I could say spit. You might have better luck on one of the Core planets where they have museums that would take it.”
Penny sagged as he handed it back. She knew that it had been about a twenty dollar watch and now it was museum quality? It would have been funny but she had more pressing problems. “But we need the money.”
Badger shrugged. “Not my problem. Although,” he reached over and touched her jacket. “Is that real denim?”
Penny stared down at the outfit she had meticulously planned for her evening out. A soft blue shirt under a denim jacket, short skirt and ankle boots. She'd looked cute and she'd been hoping to find some nice guy who thought so too. Turns out there were no nice guys in clubs and she'd stumbled home to see the light on under Sheldon's door.
Look how that turned out.
“Yeah, it's real denim.”
Badger licked his lip. “Never let it be said that I ain't a gentleman. I'll give ya twenty platinum for the jacket. That's more than enough for a decent meal over at the local. And I'll even do ya a favor. There's an... associate of mine due to dock today, he's a trustworthy sort as much as us thieves can be. You'll need to go the Core to fence that and it just so happens that's where he's going. If you're nice to him, he might give you a lift. Give me the jacket and I'll mention your name to him.”
“Why would you do that for us?”
He gave a slanted grin. “You scratch my back, I scratch yours. We got a deal?”
Penny looked over at Sheldon who was frowning at the weasel-faced man. She didn't trust this guy as far as she could throw him but they had little choice.
Penny slid the denim jacket off and handed it over, hands quickly filching in pockets for anything she'd left.
Two bills, keys, her phone and lipstick. She tucked them into her ankle boot not noticing the great show she gave the guards as she bent forwards.
Sheldon caught their eye line as they leered down her shirt and he quickly stepped in front.
They glared at him and he tried not to quake.
Offending men with guns was no logical and yet he couldn't let them ogle Penny.
Penny straightened and gave Sheldon a funny look before turning back to Badger. “Okay, so what time is this guy supposed to get here?”
“Two hours, so I suppose ya got yerself a while to kill, Princess.” He handed her some coins in a leather bag and leaned against the table. “Now you can either wait around here with me and my boys,” the guards grinned menacingly. “Or you can take the Doc and head to the boozer for some food.”
Sheldon looked from the guns to the guards and back again. “Where is this inn?”
Badger threw his head back and laughed. “Gorram rich kids!”