Happy Shenelopeaversary to me!
Dear Paradox,
One year ago, December 21st, 2008, I discovered this little place called Sheldon/Penny (before we were called Paradox). It was full of awesome and win. I moved in immediately. Back then, there were only a couple of back pages of posts and less fanfics than I have fingers. In one year, look at this place! Over 2000 members and so much fic, I can't even keep up with it all. You guys are made of win.
I just wanted to say, "Thanks, guys. Thanks for a wonderful twelve months. Thanks for the lulz, and the support. Thanks for Pirate Summer and those first monthly fic challenges. Thanks for putting up with me and my squee. Thanks for squeeing back. Thanks for listening to my crazy ideas and having even crazier ones for me to love! You guys are the best fanfriends a girl could ask for."
Much love, MrsVC
Title: The Thermal Underwear Confusion
Author: mrsvc
Spoilers: None
Rating/Warnings:
None Word Count: 943
Disclaimer: I do not own Sheldon/Penny, BBT, or anything connected, even after a year of labor.
"Oh, hey, Moonpie, what's cracking?" Penny said as she trounced out of the back bedroom of the cabin the crew was sharing. It was their Christmas holidays and Howard's mother had won a trip to something like Aspen but not. Howard was allowed to bring his little friends along with him if they all played nice in the car. Instead, his friends ended up listening to Howard and his mother fight for the entire drive to Colorado. Once there, Raj immediately bought some noise reducing headphones because his bladder couldn't take the stress.
"Is this more of that urban slang you young folks love so much?"
"No," her eyebrows shot up, "I'm cold, have you fixed the furnace yet?"
Sheldon stood slowly from his place before the antiquated furnace. The grease smudged on his hands and face were distracting Penny slightly but she chalked it all up to being cold. "I am trying, Penny, but this piece of equipment seems to defy the laws of simple machinery."
"Have you tried smacking it?" Sheldon leveled her with a piercing gaze that stopped her for a moment to remember when she had first noticed the deep blue of his eyes.
"Penny, that is a banal suggestion." He turned back to the furance, rolled up his sleeves slightly, giving her a glimpse of the cords of muscles in his forearms. "And of course I have attempted hitting it."
Penny grabbed a blanket and wrapped it more securely around herself. "Have you heard from the others yet?"
"No, as the electricity has been also on the fritz, so to speak."
"Do you think they are caught out in the storm?" Sheldon whipped around to allow Penny full view of the arched eyebrow he was currently sporting.
"No, I believe that they have run off into the sunset, leaving us here in this cabin to rot to death in the cold." Penny just pursed her lips. "I wish Leonard was here with his sarcasm sign."
Penny settled down on the old couch, wondering how they always seem to be left in these ruts together. "At least we still have the food?" she tried to be chipper, for her own sake.
Sheldon was not amused. "Can you not sit in my spot?" He was standing before her now, hands on his hips, grease wiped clean on the rag he had just left on the table.
"Look, you can't pull that 0,0,0,0 crap on me when we're on vacation."
"I don't see how it can be a vacation when you are stubbornly holding my spot hostage." Penny relinquished and scooted quietly over a cushion. "So you really can't fix the furnace, Dr. Whackadoodle?" she said, nudging him with her elbow.
"Really, Penny, being redundant won't change the answer."
"I thought physics could fix everything, Mr. Beautiful Mind Physics Super Genius Guy."
Sheldon looked over to her, his face twitching. "It can."
"Sheldon," Penny singsonged. "That's a lie and I know it."
Sheldon's face jumped more at being caught. "It is no such thing."
"SHELDON CAN'T FIX IT, SHELDON CAN'T FIX IT," she sang, her voice completely off-key.
"PENNY CANNOT CHOOSE REPUTABLE TATTOO PARLORS THAT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE SYMBOL FOR COURAGE AND SOUP," he shouted over her.
"Holy crap on a cracker, now that was childish, Sheldon." Sheldon just folded his arms and stared off into space. Penny wrapped her blanket tighter around her. After a few minutes of watching him stubbornly rub his hands over his arms for warmth, she sighed. "Okay, Spock, climb on over."
Sheldon sputtered and gawked at her for a moment, almost like his mind had short-circuited and he was in permanent mental freeze out. "I can't just 'climb on over', Penny. The casual way suggest such things is appalling. Have you no sense of etiquette, society, propriety?" His voice raised on octave with each word.
"What do you want, "Please, sir, I would request you join me in the refuge of my coverall?"" Penny's face was contorted with annoyance.
"I'm not demanding Victorian English but really, Penny, have you no sense of personal space?"
"Alright, fine, freeze to death." Penny wrapped herself up in the blanket more tightly, ignoring his Scanners Mind-Explode Look. "Why don't you go cuddle your whiteboard, Sheldon? I know you brought the mini one all the way from Pasadena."Sheldon just clenched his jaw and stood, making his way toward the bedroom. "Where are you going?"
"To find my thermal underwear."
Penny's eyebrows hunched together. "You mean you aren't wearing it already?"
She got up and trudge down the hall, not even thinking when she pushed the door open. Sheldon had already stripped off both of his shirts when she looked up. The flat plains of his stomach she had seen before but it was the subtle dip of his hipbones down into those khakis that sent her mind reeling. As soon as Sheldon saw her, he grabbed his shirts and covered himself with them, a horrified expression on his face. "Personal space, Penny!" he shouted as she back out of the door. "No one can be in my room." Penny thought about making another smart remark about it being Colorado when she heard him mutter, "This is worse than living at the trailer park."
She couldn't stop herself. She flung the door back open and tackled him to the little twin bed, wrapping his pajama-covered body with her big blanket. "Penny, really, have some decorum!"
"Let's sing Soft Kitty."
"Penny, it's for when you're-"
"Being sick of me is a kind of sick, right?"
And Penny never figured out why he didn't fight that one.
One year ago, December 21st, 2008, I discovered this little place called Sheldon/Penny (before we were called Paradox). It was full of awesome and win. I moved in immediately. Back then, there were only a couple of back pages of posts and less fanfics than I have fingers. In one year, look at this place! Over 2000 members and so much fic, I can't even keep up with it all. You guys are made of win.
I just wanted to say, "Thanks, guys. Thanks for a wonderful twelve months. Thanks for the lulz, and the support. Thanks for Pirate Summer and those first monthly fic challenges. Thanks for putting up with me and my squee. Thanks for squeeing back. Thanks for listening to my crazy ideas and having even crazier ones for me to love! You guys are the best fanfriends a girl could ask for."
Much love, MrsVC
Title: The Thermal Underwear Confusion
Author: mrsvc
Spoilers: None
Rating/Warnings:
None Word Count: 943
Disclaimer: I do not own Sheldon/Penny, BBT, or anything connected, even after a year of labor.
"Oh, hey, Moonpie, what's cracking?" Penny said as she trounced out of the back bedroom of the cabin the crew was sharing. It was their Christmas holidays and Howard's mother had won a trip to something like Aspen but not. Howard was allowed to bring his little friends along with him if they all played nice in the car. Instead, his friends ended up listening to Howard and his mother fight for the entire drive to Colorado. Once there, Raj immediately bought some noise reducing headphones because his bladder couldn't take the stress.
"Is this more of that urban slang you young folks love so much?"
"No," her eyebrows shot up, "I'm cold, have you fixed the furnace yet?"
Sheldon stood slowly from his place before the antiquated furnace. The grease smudged on his hands and face were distracting Penny slightly but she chalked it all up to being cold. "I am trying, Penny, but this piece of equipment seems to defy the laws of simple machinery."
"Have you tried smacking it?" Sheldon leveled her with a piercing gaze that stopped her for a moment to remember when she had first noticed the deep blue of his eyes.
"Penny, that is a banal suggestion." He turned back to the furance, rolled up his sleeves slightly, giving her a glimpse of the cords of muscles in his forearms. "And of course I have attempted hitting it."
Penny grabbed a blanket and wrapped it more securely around herself. "Have you heard from the others yet?"
"No, as the electricity has been also on the fritz, so to speak."
"Do you think they are caught out in the storm?" Sheldon whipped around to allow Penny full view of the arched eyebrow he was currently sporting.
"No, I believe that they have run off into the sunset, leaving us here in this cabin to rot to death in the cold." Penny just pursed her lips. "I wish Leonard was here with his sarcasm sign."
Penny settled down on the old couch, wondering how they always seem to be left in these ruts together. "At least we still have the food?" she tried to be chipper, for her own sake.
Sheldon was not amused. "Can you not sit in my spot?" He was standing before her now, hands on his hips, grease wiped clean on the rag he had just left on the table.
"Look, you can't pull that 0,0,0,0 crap on me when we're on vacation."
"I don't see how it can be a vacation when you are stubbornly holding my spot hostage." Penny relinquished and scooted quietly over a cushion. "So you really can't fix the furnace, Dr. Whackadoodle?" she said, nudging him with her elbow.
"Really, Penny, being redundant won't change the answer."
"I thought physics could fix everything, Mr. Beautiful Mind Physics Super Genius Guy."
Sheldon looked over to her, his face twitching. "It can."
"Sheldon," Penny singsonged. "That's a lie and I know it."
Sheldon's face jumped more at being caught. "It is no such thing."
"SHELDON CAN'T FIX IT, SHELDON CAN'T FIX IT," she sang, her voice completely off-key.
"PENNY CANNOT CHOOSE REPUTABLE TATTOO PARLORS THAT KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE SYMBOL FOR COURAGE AND SOUP," he shouted over her.
"Holy crap on a cracker, now that was childish, Sheldon." Sheldon just folded his arms and stared off into space. Penny wrapped her blanket tighter around her. After a few minutes of watching him stubbornly rub his hands over his arms for warmth, she sighed. "Okay, Spock, climb on over."
Sheldon sputtered and gawked at her for a moment, almost like his mind had short-circuited and he was in permanent mental freeze out. "I can't just 'climb on over', Penny. The casual way suggest such things is appalling. Have you no sense of etiquette, society, propriety?" His voice raised on octave with each word.
"What do you want, "Please, sir, I would request you join me in the refuge of my coverall?"" Penny's face was contorted with annoyance.
"I'm not demanding Victorian English but really, Penny, have you no sense of personal space?"
"Alright, fine, freeze to death." Penny wrapped herself up in the blanket more tightly, ignoring his Scanners Mind-Explode Look. "Why don't you go cuddle your whiteboard, Sheldon? I know you brought the mini one all the way from Pasadena."Sheldon just clenched his jaw and stood, making his way toward the bedroom. "Where are you going?"
"To find my thermal underwear."
Penny's eyebrows hunched together. "You mean you aren't wearing it already?"
She got up and trudge down the hall, not even thinking when she pushed the door open. Sheldon had already stripped off both of his shirts when she looked up. The flat plains of his stomach she had seen before but it was the subtle dip of his hipbones down into those khakis that sent her mind reeling. As soon as Sheldon saw her, he grabbed his shirts and covered himself with them, a horrified expression on his face. "Personal space, Penny!" he shouted as she back out of the door. "No one can be in my room." Penny thought about making another smart remark about it being Colorado when she heard him mutter, "This is worse than living at the trailer park."
She couldn't stop herself. She flung the door back open and tackled him to the little twin bed, wrapping his pajama-covered body with her big blanket. "Penny, really, have some decorum!"
"Let's sing Soft Kitty."
"Penny, it's for when you're-"
"Being sick of me is a kind of sick, right?"
And Penny never figured out why he didn't fight that one.