I "quickly" read the 155 pages (yes !) of the TBBT fanfics, and I found none about the moment when Leonard has the idea to give Penny a snowflake as a souvenir from the North Pole (but maybe I read too quickly). So I wanted to write about that.
It's my first TBBT fanfic and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologize in advance if there are grammar errors ! Feel free to point them out to me so I can correct them :)
Enough said, here is the story...
Chapter 1 : Thinking About Her
LEONARD
It's been three weeks. Three weeks since we left Los Angeles. Three weeks since we left our cosy apartment, our comfortable life. Three weeks since we left her. No, no I'm wrong. Sheldon, Howard and Raj don't care. Since I left her. At first, I couldn't stop thinking about her. On the road, at the airport, on the plane. My friends were excited about the trip, and Sheldon kept reminding us of everything we would have to do there, and how important this mission was. Actually, I didn't listen very much. I was thinking of our last conversation, and the one before, when she hugged me.
On the plane, I pretended to sleep, but I was reliving this hug. I (over, probably) analyzed everything, I tried to remember even the most insignificant thing. Like how she kept her arms around me : I didn't dream, did I ? She really kept her arms around me this long ? She really held me so tight, right ? Did she burry her face in my neck ? Man, I can't remember this. Too bad, it's probably my imagination then...
But once we arrived here, in the Arctic, we had so many things to do that the only times when I could think about her were when I put the blanket she gave me. And everytime, I wondered : why, WHY, did she gave me that ? Does she think about me at nights, randomly, like I think about her ? Well, no, don't dream Leonard, she probably doesn't...
And everytime I thought about her, there was quickly something (or someone...) to distract me. I was tired after a long day in the snow and the cold, and I hadn't much time for reflection in the bed. All in all, I couldn't think about her a lot lately.
Today, I'm looking at the calendar and I realize it's been three weeks. And I also realize it's the first time today that I'm thinking about her. It's weird. When I was in California, she was always there, in my life, in my mind. Now, she seems so far away (well, to be fair, she geographically is). Almost like a memory already. Am I healed ? Am I over her because I'm gone ? Is it so easy ?
But as soon as I think of that, I see her face in my mind, I see her smile, I hear her laugh, and I say her name in my head. Oh, I have a million butterflies in my stomach and I swallow hard.
Okay. I'm soooooo not over her.
Her. Penny.
