The Capacitor Frustration
AN: Okay, a bit of background for those of you, like me, who write fanfic to keep from falling asleep in your physics class… A capacitor is designed so that a battery is connected to two insulators that are physically separated. Thus, opposite, attractive charges develop on either side of the insulators creating a uniform field of force between them since they can't come together. Put it together with everybody's favorite lanky physicist and the lovely blonde from across the hall and you've got some unresolved tension (suggestive eyebrows).
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Bang Theory…sigh…
The Capacitor Frustration
"Mm," smiled Penny as she rolled over in bed. The new location of her eyes allowed the sunlight to stream through her eyelids. It hurt.
With a groan, Penny pulled herself up. Squinting at the wall and still breathing too slowly to move, she tried to remember her dream. It had been a good one and she was frustrated at the day for tearing her away from it. After ten minutes, she gave up. All she had managed to capture was the smell of baby powder and bright flashes of blue. With a heavy heart, she stood and headed to the kitchen, one thought occupying her mind: coffee.
"Ugh," Penny grunted as she let her head roll back and forward again. She was out. Fan-friggin-tastic.
She held her head as she opened the fridge in one last effort of desperation. She grabbed the carton of milk and opened it. Definitely, not, she tossed the whole thing into the garbage can.
"Pfhfhfht," Penny stuck her tongue out to the world. She was too damn tired to deal with anything right now. Finally, she rummaged around her apartment searching for the spare key to 4A. Leonard always had coffee.
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A metallic crash woke Sheldon from his sleep. He bolted upright, ears straining for another sound. All that met him was the quiet still of his bedroom until a curse made its way to his room. Sheldon sighed in relief. It was only Penny. He slipped out of bed and headed to the kitchen, unable to controll the smile on his face.
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Penny had tried to be quiet, she really had. She stared viciously down at the spoon on the floor. She picked it up and placed it in the sink, continuuing with her cofee preparation. With any luck, she hadn't woken Sheldon.
"Good morning, Penny," Too late. She looked up at him. His hair was messy from sleep and he was, as he was every morning, dressed in his plaid robe and pajamas. Adorable really; like a child. She smiled.
"Hey, Sweetie," she took a sip from her cup and let the warmth spread down her throat and through her body. C'mon, caffeine.
"I presume you are out of coffee and used your spare key to enter our apartment, uninvited, and take some of ours?" He treaded with obvious nonchalance to the fridge to retrieve the carton of orange juice.
"And the milk was bad."
"Of course," He flashed her a casual look of haughtiness, but she caught the twinkle in his eyes and delighted in his attempt at humor.
She said nothing more, rather, she watched him reach for his box of cereal. Well, reach was an overstatement. He was so tall, Penny noticed, he hardly had to reach. Fascinating, she quoted Sheldon in her head; she always had to reach the high shelves for Leonard. She continued to observe him pour his bowl of ceral and sit gingerly on a stool across the counter from where she was hunched. She offered him a smile of welcome and he sent it right back. She felt so accustomed to the cornflower blue of his eyes. Yes, she saw them everyday, but, today, it was as if it had been only moments since she had looked deeply into his clear irises. A sense of déjà vu overcame her as she struggled to recall the previous night's dream.
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"Good morning, Penny," Sighed Sheldon as he padded on slippered feet into the kitchen.
"Hey, Sweetie," it was a sweet and sonorous sound. Penny brought the mug of coffee to her lips.
"I presume you are out of coffee and used your spare key to enter our apartment, uninvited, and take some of ours?" He pulled the carton of orange juice out of the fridge.
Penny just snapped her fingers and pointed at him in confirmation, "And the milk was bad."
"Of course," Sheldon nodded his head at her. He was not angry. He was not even slightly annoyed.
He sipped his juice. Penny drank her coffee. The Pasadena Saturday morning was quiet and calm. There was no air of awkwardness to charge the air. As he reached for the box of cereal, Sheldon admitted to himself, he rather enjoyed this time between the two of them. Penny didn't jabber on about shoes, or men, or Nebraska. And he didn't offer anecdotes on physics, or comic books, or manners. Sheldon simply took a seat at the counter and munched contentedly on his cereal. Penny smiled at him, no doubt, also thankful for the companionable silence. Her eyes sparkled under tired eyes and Sheldon noticed the perfect shape of her lips. He smiled back to her.
"Hello, everyone," a grumbling voice disrupted the peace of the moment. Penny stood straight and Sheldon averted his eyes to stare into the cereal.
"Sheldon," said Leonard, pouring his own cup of coffee, "it's Saturday."
"Yes," Sheldon already knew where Leonard was going with this, but still resisted.
"You're going to miss Dr. Who," Leonard stared at his roomate through his glasses.
"Right you are," Sheldon reluctantly placed his spoon in his bowl and stood, "Thank you, Leonard," he gave a fake smile and took his spot on the couch. As he sat, he disguised his sigh of frustration as a sigh of comfort.
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Penny watched Sheldon walk away. She knew he would always choose his Saturday morning Dr. Who over her. That was simply…Sheldon. She furrowed her eyes into the living room of the apartment, wishing Sheldon would just look up and meet her gaze.
"Hey, are you okay?" asked Leonard.
"Yes," she lied, "just really tired."
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