Dr Sheldon Cooper, CalTech
“I can’t believe you did that!”
Penny peaked around the corner of the stairwell, up to the landing. She could see a dark-haired woman glaring at someone. Odds were, it was Sheldon.
“My god! How many times do you need to be told, you don’t say
things like that!”
Yep, Sheldon; Penny wondered just what she was going to have to do to fix this.
“Willow’s going to castrate you with Kennedy’s rusty
shaver now, you know that?”
Ooh… Can’t let that happen. Sheldon may be weird, but he was her friend; her maddening, thick as two bricks, insanely generous friend, who had helped her out of more than one tight spot. No rusty shaver castration for Sheldon, not if she had anything to say about it, and she was from Nebraska!
“No, please, you can’t say anything to Willow,” a male voice pleaded, and it wasn’t Sheldon’s. Penny perked up. Sheldon wasn’t in trouble this time. She took the next few steps quickly to find two strangers, and Sheldon.
Who was twitching.
“Oh… That’s not good,” Penny muttered.
“You think?” the dark-haired woman sneered. “We were supposed to be discussing the possibility of wormhole research, when dork-boy here ran off at the mouth, and now der wunderkind
has left the nest without actually leaving
Sheldon twitched again. “Bu-”
“Does he at least have a reset button?” the brunette whined.
“Not that I’ve ever figured out,” Penny shrugged, “short of bringing his mom up from Texas, anyway.”
The brunette narrowed her eyes at Sheldon. “She’s a Christian, isn’t she?”
“Oh, yeah,” Penny agreed enthusiastically.
“Damn,” the brunette muttered. She whirled back to her fair-haired companion. “Too bad, Andrew, it was, well, not nice
knowing you, exactly, but you certainly … well, you … uh… Too bad about the ‘nads,” she finished, shrugging.
Andrew whimpered, and covered his groin, though Penny rather thought it wasn’t going to help him. Not if this Willow was anything like here, that is. Also, she
had a problem with Sheldon being broken like this, and she
might just have to give a hand.
“Unless,” the brunette continued.
Andrew perked up.
“Unless you can figure out some way to un-break Dr Cooper so that we can actually use him.”
Andrew frowned at Sheldon. He bit his lip. He came closer, and observed Sheldon twitching for a moment. He turned back to the brunette. “Lethe’s bramble okay?”
The brunette narrowed her eyes at Andrew then looked at Sheldon, and sighed. “May just have to go there.”
Lethe’s bramble? The hell?
The brunette noticed Penny’s disturbed/upset expression, and waved the issue away. “Don’t worry, he won’t remember a thing, which is probably a good thing at this point. We’ll burn a little Lethe’s bramble, say a few words, and he’ll be right as rain.”
Penny frowned doubtfully. “So … what? You’re, like, witches? You have a Book of Shadows?”
The brunette blinked, then gave a little smile. “Um… No Book of Shadows, no. Just a little … Wiccan … mind-refreshing … ritual, is all.”
“Uh huh,” Penny muttered, still doubtful. “But it will … refresh away whatever it was that your idiot said?”
“That’s the plan,” the brunette nodded cheerfully. “Normally we wouldn’t do this, but,” she glanced at Sheldon, who now had a little drool on the side of his mouth, “I think it’s one of those ‘extreme situations call for extreme measures’ things.”
Penny leaned over, and wiped the drool. Sheldon wouldn’t like it to be there when he woke up. “Fine. I’m Penny, by the way.”
The brunette smiled. “Dawn.”