Hi everybody! This is the first time I publish something here and the first time I publish something in english. So, be clement...I know my english is awful...just hope it is good enought to let you have a happy five minutes.

Disclaimers: Nope, I don't owe Patrick Jane. Nope, I don't owe Sheldon Cooper. Nope, I don't owe a leather couch. Yup, I'm kind of sad right now.

That's my spot

Patrick Jane entered the bullpen and stopped on his track, confused. It was late and the building was almost empty, except for a guy he didn't recognize who was sitting on the couch, his couch and to be more specific, on his spot.

-That's, uhm...that's kind of my spot...-

The young man lift his eyes from the latest Flash comic book, and gave the older one a bored look.

-I don't think so-

-Yes, it is-

-No, it's not-

-Yes, it is-

-No, it's not-

-May I ask who are you?-

-Well sir, common social etiquette requires that you introduce yourself before asking the other party-

-Fair enought... I'm Patrick Jane. May I ask who I'm talking to?-

-Nice to meet you, Mr. Jane. I'm doctor Sheldon Cooper-

-Doctor Cooper, that's my couch and that's my spot-

-I don't think so-

-Yes, it is-

-No, it's not-

-Yes, it is-

-No, it's not, because this is my couch-

-No, it's not-

-Yes, it is-

-No, it's not-

-Yes, it is-

-Then, what's your couch doing in the CBI headquarter?-

-That's wrong. The right question is "What are you doing in my apartment"-

-But I'm not in your apartment-

-Yes, you are-

-No, I'm not-

-Yes, you are-

-No, I'm not. I'm in the CBI headquarter in Sacramento, California-

-Let me see if I have understood it correctly: you are saying that we are in Sacramento, in the CBI hq and this is your couch-

-Correct-

-Well, this is not possible because we are in Pasadena, in my apartment and this is my couch. Unless...-

-Unless what?-

-Unless this couch is a vessel that has created a space-time rift, which has joined my space and your space... oh, this is sooo fascinating!

-Why a couch would do something like this?-

-I don't know, maybe it is a couch of the future that has come back to take me to a place where my genius will be finally recognised! Oh, my old leather friend, I've never though you woudl be more awesome than you already are!-

-Well, that surely is interesting but, you see, you are still in my spot-

-But that's my spot too!-

-Doctor Cooper, at this point I would take out a coin from my pocket to hypnotize you, or perform some mental trick but I won't for two reasons: first, you seems a rather clever person and that means that hypnotize you would be really difficult, thing that take us to the second reason: I'm really tired, today had been a really stressfull day...so I will just say that you have to move from that couch-

-Oh, I guarantee you that I will never move-

-Why not?-

-Because in the winter that seat is close enough to the radiator to remain warm, and yet not so close as to cause perspiration. In the summer, it's directly in the path of a cross-breeze created by opening windows there and there. It faces the television at an angle that is neither direct, thus discouraging conversation, nor so far wide as to create a parallax distortion. I could go on, but I think I've made my point.-

-So you are telling me that there's no way you will move from that spot and me, on the other hand, can't sit somewhere else-

-Why not?-

-Because I want sit there-

-I see...I think we have reached an impasse-

-I agree-

-Do you have any suggestion?-

-Yes...move. That's my spot-

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