fic: Untitled EoTW fic [WIP] .bbt
Title: Untitled EoTW fic (Sheldon vs. The Redhead)
Fandom: Big Bang Theory
Notes: I wrote this for one of the sessions of paradox-o-rama @ sheldon_penny .
When Dr. Sheldon Cooper, returned to his office after a mediocre lunch hour, two men in dark suits were standing on either side of the dark, wooden door.
"May I help you, gentleman?" Sheldon asked as he took the remaining steps to his office. Th door was ajar, and a woman with auburn hair was sitting in the chair facing his desk. She turned, so he could see her in profile.
"Ma'am." Sheldon nodded at woman as he rounded the desk. She turned and gave a look to the gentleman outside the door. "I don't recall their being a meeting scheduled on my calendar, today, and considering I have much work to do, I'd be happy to have you reschedule." One of them reached in and closed the door, leaving Sheldon and the woman to their privacy.
"Oh, that won't be necessary, Dr. Cooper. Your boss, Dr. Gablehauser, is it? Well, he's informed me that you may not be agreeable to such an impromptu meeting, but once I made him aware of the delicate nature of the situation, well, he insisted that you give your full cooperation if you'd like to have a job here next semester.
"Did he?"
"Oh yes. And there may have been a nice financial incentive for the university, granted your full cooperation." The woman smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.
She slipped a pair of tortoise-shell framed reading glasses on her nose and looked down to what Sheldon saw to be a very thick file folder in her lap.
"So. . ." she looked up. "Shall I brief you on the situation?"
"I'm sure you'll dazzle me, Miss..."
"Dr. Keelan Friel."
"Dr. Friel? The geophysicist?" The surprise at her identity was evident in his voice.
"You're familiar with my work, then?"
"Yes. I based my research into magnetic monopoles on one of your theories. The result were...not what I expected." Sheldon's chest tightened as he the memory of his friend's betrayal came flooding back. He stamped it down and focused on the situation at hand. He regarded the young woman before him.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, my hypothesized perception of you is quite different from the reality."
"Ah. You assumed I'd be male?" She nodded that cool smile that made Sheldon's eye twitch.
"Older, actually," Sheldon countered.
"You didn't read my bio?"
"Just your C.V. to make sure your credentials were adequate for someone on whom I'd be basing my work."
"Ah, well, I was quite the kid-genius during my formative years. But that's another matter entirely. I've come to request your assistance in a matter of importance."
"Please, allow me to save you the trouble. If this is a matter of national security, well, I think it's established that I fail at keeping secrets. I'd never be cleared."
"Oh, I'm sure you're better at keeping secrets than you imagine." She fanned through the paged of the file before pulling out a few yellow pages. "Take this paper, here, for example? Your continued research on magnetic poles is quite promising."
"Let me see that." Sheldon held out his hand and Dr. Friel offered the papers willing. He read over the equations, the scanned pages, photographed of whiteboards with a very familiar handwriting-his own. His head shot up to look at her. She appeared calm. "How did you get this?! I haven't published these findings. They're on my personal hard-drive..." Under extensive firewalls and passwords, Sheldon thought.
"Yeah, sorry about that." She tilted her head and shrugged. "Turns out this is a bit of national security, a bit of 'omg, we need to save the world now,' by any means necessary. I don't approve of the methods by which this research was acquired. That's not how I work, which is one of the main reasons I'm here.
We need your help deciphering these equations for real-wold implementation as soon as possible."
"Am I to understand--" Sheldon trailed off.
"You, my esteemed Dr. Cooper, get to help me save the world." She stood then, pulling her glasses from her nose and threading to letting them dangle from the chain around her neck. "Shall we?"
. . . . . . . . . .
Would y'all want to read more of this?
Fandom: Big Bang Theory
Notes: I wrote this for one of the sessions of paradox-o-rama @ sheldon_penny .
When Dr. Sheldon Cooper, returned to his office after a mediocre lunch hour, two men in dark suits were standing on either side of the dark, wooden door.
"May I help you, gentleman?" Sheldon asked as he took the remaining steps to his office. Th door was ajar, and a woman with auburn hair was sitting in the chair facing his desk. She turned, so he could see her in profile.
"Ma'am." Sheldon nodded at woman as he rounded the desk. She turned and gave a look to the gentleman outside the door. "I don't recall their being a meeting scheduled on my calendar, today, and considering I have much work to do, I'd be happy to have you reschedule." One of them reached in and closed the door, leaving Sheldon and the woman to their privacy.
"Oh, that won't be necessary, Dr. Cooper. Your boss, Dr. Gablehauser, is it? Well, he's informed me that you may not be agreeable to such an impromptu meeting, but once I made him aware of the delicate nature of the situation, well, he insisted that you give your full cooperation if you'd like to have a job here next semester.
"Did he?"
"Oh yes. And there may have been a nice financial incentive for the university, granted your full cooperation." The woman smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes.
She slipped a pair of tortoise-shell framed reading glasses on her nose and looked down to what Sheldon saw to be a very thick file folder in her lap.
"So. . ." she looked up. "Shall I brief you on the situation?"
"I'm sure you'll dazzle me, Miss..."
"Dr. Keelan Friel."
"Dr. Friel? The geophysicist?" The surprise at her identity was evident in his voice.
"You're familiar with my work, then?"
"Yes. I based my research into magnetic monopoles on one of your theories. The result were...not what I expected." Sheldon's chest tightened as he the memory of his friend's betrayal came flooding back. He stamped it down and focused on the situation at hand. He regarded the young woman before him.
"What is it?"
"Nothing, my hypothesized perception of you is quite different from the reality."
"Ah. You assumed I'd be male?" She nodded that cool smile that made Sheldon's eye twitch.
"Older, actually," Sheldon countered.
"You didn't read my bio?"
"Just your C.V. to make sure your credentials were adequate for someone on whom I'd be basing my work."
"Ah, well, I was quite the kid-genius during my formative years. But that's another matter entirely. I've come to request your assistance in a matter of importance."
"Please, allow me to save you the trouble. If this is a matter of national security, well, I think it's established that I fail at keeping secrets. I'd never be cleared."
"Oh, I'm sure you're better at keeping secrets than you imagine." She fanned through the paged of the file before pulling out a few yellow pages. "Take this paper, here, for example? Your continued research on magnetic poles is quite promising."
"Let me see that." Sheldon held out his hand and Dr. Friel offered the papers willing. He read over the equations, the scanned pages, photographed of whiteboards with a very familiar handwriting-his own. His head shot up to look at her. She appeared calm. "How did you get this?! I haven't published these findings. They're on my personal hard-drive..." Under extensive firewalls and passwords, Sheldon thought.
"Yeah, sorry about that." She tilted her head and shrugged. "Turns out this is a bit of national security, a bit of 'omg, we need to save the world now,' by any means necessary. I don't approve of the methods by which this research was acquired. That's not how I work, which is one of the main reasons I'm here.
We need your help deciphering these equations for real-wold implementation as soon as possible."
"Am I to understand--" Sheldon trailed off.
"You, my esteemed Dr. Cooper, get to help me save the world." She stood then, pulling her glasses from her nose and threading to letting them dangle from the chain around her neck. "Shall we?"
. . . . . . . . . .
Would y'all want to read more of this?