"Sheldon Swifties IX: "Ben Cooper…"
Summary: Brief bits, not necessarily connected…Possibly related to the idea that sooner or later I plan to pit Sheldon against junior adult fiction's greatest inventor…
Disclaimer: What's Chuck's is Chuck's…No infringement intended…
"Man…"
Symbol for Man drawn on whiteboard…
"Woman…"
Symbol for Woman drawn on whiteboard…
"Life…"
"Sheldon?..."
Frown…
"But…Sheldon, that's a stick man and woman and a smiley face stick person with a flower in its hands...Which is, admittedly, a delightful metaphor for Life…" Amy, beaming…Starring at half-started next image… "Is that meant to be a deceased dog, rigid with legs in air on its back, presumably to represent Death, by the way…?"
"Very good…" nod…
"But touching as this attempt to find a way to express the depth of your concern and feeling after my accident…"
"Incident…" Sheldon corrected… "And I intend to witness the execution of that would-be murderous little simian freak from…!"
"Sweetheart, sweetheart…" careful pat, worried look… "We discussed this…The monkey was simply expressing an understandable desire for revenge at his blighted life…Me, after all, being his Dr. Mengele, I was the natural target…"
"He waited for you to be out in traffic, playing dead in that body bag…"
"Sheldon…" Amy sighed… "I can't have you do this…Much as I've longed to see you express such feeling for me…You can't become this… Anger, bitterness…Don't let me be what kills what I love most… I won't let this be my legacy…"
"Legacy…?"
"Sheldon…" gently… "What is the next symbol, darling…?"
"No…I don't want to do this anymore…Amy?...No…Bad god…Dog…Dog…" he scratched out the dog figure… "Bad dog…"
"I'm here, darling…I'll always be here…Can we do it again?..." winsome look…Smile… "Please?…Just like when you watched the reruns with your mom back when you were eight?...Do it for me?…"
"Of course…" calming… "Man…"
Stick figure…
"Woman…" Amy, whispering…
"Yes…Woman…" Female stick figure…
"Life…Life…Life…Oh…." Tremble of chalk on board…Tears running…
"Oh, Sheldon…Believe me, I wanted to stay…" desperate touch… "Believe me, Moonpie…And don't be angry…Don't let that be my legacy to you…Don't stop being my Moonpie…Don't stop being my Sheldon…"
"Death…Death…Bad dog…God…Oh, God…God why hast thou taken you from me?..."
"Never…Never, Moonpie…The last one now…"
"Infinity?..." Infinity symbol in shaking hand on board…
"Infinity…" smile…Hand on his…Kiss on cheek…And, fade…He feeling his cheek…
"Sheldon?..." Penny, gently rising from where she'd been watching his erratic ranting at the whiteboard… "I understand what you're trying to say, I think…But…Please won't you come with me, now?...We need to go and be with the other guys and Amy and say…They need you, Sheldon…None of us understand this…" she wiped tears…
"Of course…I just needed to speak to Amy…I know what to say…"
(I'll wait to id the old medical drama...That use of symbols was from its famous opening and it featured a rather intense lead of somewhat Sheldonesque antisocial, yet caring, personality.)