Fic: 'Pièce de Résistance'
Title: Pièce de résistance
Author: arabian (JenniferH)
Spoilers: “The Pancake Batter Anomaly” (Sorta)
Rating: G
Word Count: 429
Disclaimer: Penny and Sheldon belong to CBS/Warner Bros. *Sigh* More’s the pity.
Note: This is the prize for htbthomas whose request was: “I think this time I would like a drabble with the prompt: singing.” I went a tad over 100 words of a drabble, but I don't think she’ll mind.
Penny stood outside the bedroom door; a soft smile on her lips. Leonard - named after Susskind, the father of String Theory and not his former roommate, Sheldon maintained - had finally lain down, giving into the irrefutable proof as laid out by his father that he was, indeed, sick. As such, the ritual had begun. First, split pea soup with little frankfurter slices and home-made croutons, spoon-fed to his son, four years old and still unsure if he should use the integral or a differential to solve for the area under a curve. (Of course, Leonard might have a better idea of which to use had he any clue what an integral or differential was or why there was even the need to solve for the area under a curve. Sheldon still loved him.)
Then the vapo-rub applied, again by Sheldon. According to him, Penny hadn’t quite gotten the circular pattern down even after six years. It had to be spread with just the correct dollop of the rub, and over a specific area of the chest counter-clockwise (despite Leonard’s lack of chest hair). “Someday he’ll likely have chest hair so naturally he should be aware and comfortable with the correct pattern before puberty,” Sheldon had explained to Penny when she’d pointed out that their two-year old son did not have chest hair. She argued the point at first because, frankly, Penny found it a pretty dumb thing to worry about, but, when she realized that it meant she wouldn’t have to deal with vapo-rub on her hands (unless *Sheldon* was sick), she conceded and ignored his smug grin of superiority.
At last, the pièce de résistance, Sheldon’s gentle voice rising in the silence, his Texan twang pronounced as he sang:
Penny’s smile widened into a saucy grin and she raised an eyebrow in his direction. “What goes around, comes around,” she whispered. With a swish of her blonde ponytail, she turned and walked away … whistling the “Soft Kitty” tune under breath.
THE END
Author: arabian (JenniferH)
Spoilers: “The Pancake Batter Anomaly” (Sorta)
Rating: G
Word Count: 429
Disclaimer: Penny and Sheldon belong to CBS/Warner Bros. *Sigh* More’s the pity.
Note: This is the prize for htbthomas whose request was: “I think this time I would like a drabble with the prompt: singing.” I went a tad over 100 words of a drabble, but I don't think she’ll mind.
Penny stood outside the bedroom door; a soft smile on her lips. Leonard - named after Susskind, the father of String Theory and not his former roommate, Sheldon maintained - had finally lain down, giving into the irrefutable proof as laid out by his father that he was, indeed, sick. As such, the ritual had begun. First, split pea soup with little frankfurter slices and home-made croutons, spoon-fed to his son, four years old and still unsure if he should use the integral or a differential to solve for the area under a curve. (Of course, Leonard might have a better idea of which to use had he any clue what an integral or differential was or why there was even the need to solve for the area under a curve. Sheldon still loved him.)
Then the vapo-rub applied, again by Sheldon. According to him, Penny hadn’t quite gotten the circular pattern down even after six years. It had to be spread with just the correct dollop of the rub, and over a specific area of the chest counter-clockwise (despite Leonard’s lack of chest hair). “Someday he’ll likely have chest hair so naturally he should be aware and comfortable with the correct pattern before puberty,” Sheldon had explained to Penny when she’d pointed out that their two-year old son did not have chest hair. She argued the point at first because, frankly, Penny found it a pretty dumb thing to worry about, but, when she realized that it meant she wouldn’t have to deal with vapo-rub on her hands (unless *Sheldon* was sick), she conceded and ignored his smug grin of superiority.
At last, the pièce de résistance, Sheldon’s gentle voice rising in the silence, his Texan twang pronounced as he sang:
- Soft Kitty
Warm kitty
Little ball of fur
- Happy kitty
Sleepy kitty
Purr, purr, purr
Penny’s smile widened into a saucy grin and she raised an eyebrow in his direction. “What goes around, comes around,” she whispered. With a swish of her blonde ponytail, she turned and walked away … whistling the “Soft Kitty” tune under breath.
THE END