These are a few story drabbles. They are part of a *much* bigger story, but the writers keep stealing my ideas (I WISH!) so I wanted to post these bits before some of the episodes came out (some of them are from S3, but was being stupid! and I couldn't upload them). Someday the whole story will be done and all the holes will make sense. I hope you enjoy!

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For the first time in his adult life, Dr. Sheldon Lee Cooper was in a bed with another person (minus one night of necessity for the purpose of survival). And a woman to boot. A beautiful woman.

He had no intention of staying in bed with Penny. Not at all. He wanted nothing else but to go back to his apartment, order his dinner, and continue his evening. But every time he stood to leave, she would grab his arm and pull him closer to the middle of the bed and her. Even worse, at each occasion she would either plead for him to sing or, in her drug induced stupor, ramble on about things that made very little sense (to him at least).

He sang Soft Kitty to her twelve times. She sang it to him three times. They sang his beloved song as a round twenty-three times. He never fathomed his "sick song" could be sung as a round. He was offended by her suggestion then impressed that the melody sounded so pleasing when sung as such. However, after the fifth rendition it was starting to taut his nerves.

At first, it was irritating.

She said his adoration of Spock was silly. She informed him that he was more comparable to Data and that he should find his personality chip and turn it on so that he could truly experience the world. While impressed with her observation and flattered at the comparison of such an astute character, neither he nor Spock were silly.

Then as his stomach beckoned to be fed, it was aggravating.

She insulted his wardrobe. Even though she admitted that his t-shirts were fun and clever, she didn't understand why he wore the undershirts. And she also admitted that seeing him dress for more formal functions made her cringe. Plaid on plaid was just unforgivable in terms of fashion. He replayed the moment when she refused shirt after shirt for one that would compliment her shorts. He didn't understand. Still, he did make a mental note to rectify the 'plaid on plaid' violation.

At last, when all attempts to flee failed, he gave in and decided to wait until her drugs would take their full effect and she would be fast asleep.

"Sheldon," she turned to him and smiled, "thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome, Penny," he bobbed his head. "Now go to sleep," he ordered.

"Sheldon," she looked up with those big puppy dog eyes, "you are a really good friend."

"Thank you, Penny," he repeated his movements. "Now go to sleep."

"Sheldon," she let loose of his wrist and took his hand as she began to relax into her pillows, "thank you for being my best friend."

"I'm your best friend?" he asked after processing her confession and adjusting to the intimacy of her hand in his.

"Um-hum," she voiced with a sweet smile and closed eyes.

"Huh?" he considered the implications.

"Penny?"

"Hmm?" she hummed on the verge of sleep.

"Let go of my hand."