once again, if you like Leonard, turn back now. fair warning.

contains sexual situations, adult concepts and actions, dubious consent, and B&D. fair warning.

unsigned guest review: Leonard is the best! Fuck you! _l_

Guest, can you read? This says NOT LEONARD FRIENDLY. And, no thank you! Who knows what I could catch from a nonny?

unsigned guest review 2: Hmmm ... you know that Leonard Hofstadter is a FICTIONAL character,right? You do realuze that such vitriol towards a fictional character comes offf a tad ... hmmm ... what is the word I want to use ... oh, yes! psychotic? I really think someone's mother should have them tested. And take the pills the nice doctor prescribed you to control that pouty Shenny rage. So sorry but supremely happy that canon isn't going your way so you have to resort to psychotic rambling! But, my bad! It's fun to watch you froth! So see you in chapter 2!

Dear guest 2: Once again-can you read? I said that this was not Leonard friendly. Yes, Leonard is a fictional character, so I believe that I have the same privilege of writing what I want as the Shamys and Lennys do-my account, my privilege. My 'psychotic' Shenny rage is no different from any other fanfic on this site and you are wasting my time AND yours by reading something that you have no interest in. This is called fanfic for a reason. Thank you for your comment on my mother-that just reminded me of her untimely death; I hope that you have a little more consideration for others, asshole. I'm really not frothing or pouting, I am enjoying the flames because it gives me a chance to openly, publicly mock you for posting an unsigned review-it proves how immature and afraid you are to sign your name and show you're a man, not a nonny-mouse. I hope that you enjoy the story since you're determined to write reviews for it. I will be expecting your flames for each chapter. As we learned in the Jossverse, canon is malleable and can change at any minute, so your happiness may or may not be short lived-and I can only hope! Hope that you have fun since you're determined to ignore warnings and all the boldface print. PS-Learn to spell, asshole.

unsigned guest review 3: Oh yes! I'm thrilled! I love a ranting Shenny with such palpable anger! I'm going to go all Criminal Minds on your ass and put together a forensic psychological profile! Write away and reveal your pathologic psychology! This is gonna be fun!

Guest 3-Yeah, go ahead-I would love to see a CM psychological profile on me. Although to be quite honest, bark bark wrong tree, little doggie. You won't get it right, not by a longshot. I had fun writing it, I hope you have as much fun reading it and trying to figure me out-but I guess that you're too immature to sign your name. Too bad. Please, follow and favorite it as well-it just makes my read count climb and stats look better. Waste your time, it's yours to do with what you want.

Once again, if you are a Leonard fan, this is not a Leonard friendly fic-and it only gets worse, not better. My account, my fantasy. If you can't read this or are just determined to ignore the warnings, expect to be mocked openly! I'm not afraid of anonymous assholes, as you can tell.

Penny gave Sheldon a light kiss on the cheek, then snuck out of his room and back to her own apartment just before dawn. She made herself scarce, avoiding Leonard when he tapped on her door that morning and again that afternoon. She knew that Sheldon had made it to the train station in Glendale; she should know, she took him and his three cases, saw him onto the train with a hug and a kiss, made sure that he called Missy to pick him up in Houston, and called his mother. Yes, she made sure that the plan was in motion before she saw Leonard Wednesday afternoon.

Mary called right on time, just as they all showed up at her front door, ready for a night of 'freedom from Sheldon' as they were putting it. Assholes. Even after all that guilt from Sheldon's mother and from her, he still wasn't going after him. Her estimation of Leonard dropped a little more, down to nil.

"You have to go get him." She made sure that his back was to her, that he was facing Howard and Rajesh; otherwise, her face might reveal her true feelings and that would be disastrous. She didn't want to play her hand before they got back.

"Why do I have to go? I don't want to go to Texas!" he whined.

"Leonard Hofstadter, he is your best friend. He is your roommate. You caused this with your unscrupulous behavior. You need to make amends and go get him from Texas. If you don't, then I don't think that there is any hope for anything between us."

Howard and Raj were gaping at her and she just stood there, her hands on her hips and the disapproving look on her face. She couldn't help it. If she had to use her considerable acting talents (well, she had already—she'd kissed him, didn't she?) then she would.

"All right, I'll go to Texas, but I don't want to. I swear, the things that I do for that freak! I can't believe this shit. A break cannot be caught, no matter what I try to do." He stomped across the hall and into his own apartment and slammed the door, leaving Howard and Raj in the hall.

They looked at her, back at the closed door, then back at her again. Penny gave them a tight smile, and then closed her own door. She had to go into her bathroom with a pillow and scream into the fluffy depths at Leonard's remark. So, he thought Sheldon was a freak? Well, that explains a lot. Quite a lot.

She waited until she knew that they were gone, checking for Leonard's car out her living room window. The parking lot was almost empty and his car was missing, so she left the apartment and headed to her destination with the money that Sheldon gave her, rented the place for a month, and made her other stops. It was good to see her old friends again and when she explained what she needed they were happy to oblige—especially Kurt. He actually liked Sheldon, surprisingly, and despised Leonard, which wasn't a surprise.

Yes, things were falling into place and they would get Leonard back for his behavior, one way or another.

Yes, she would see to it. Her Moonpie would get his revenge and she would get some satisfaction from it; she was counting on it.

They came back on the red-eye, just as Sheldon predicted, and returned to their apartment in the middle of the night without disturbing her. She was still awake; Leonard didn't look for her light and she didn't have it on, either. She texted Sheldon and he came over an hour after Leonard went to bed. He tapped on her door with one finger and whispered her name between, three knocks and a whisper times three before she would answer. She never questioned his need; she just let him do it.

She wrapped her arms around him and surprisingly, he allowed her to, knowing that she needed the comfort of the hug more than he did. "I'm so glad that you're back," she whispered, still operating under the supposition that Leonard could hear her.

"You knew that it was a ruse, Penny. I don't understand your distress."

"Even knowing it was a ruse, Sheldon, if I disappeared for three days, wouldn't you be upset?"

He arched his brow, and then frowned and she knew that he was pondering the ramifications. "I see your point. Yes, I would be quite put out by your absence. Did you accomplish all we planned?"

She let him go and clapped her hands lightly, glee on her face. "Oh yes, with money to spare. All the players are engaged, Kurt's on board, everything is set up. Those applications for sabbatical have been submitted electronically from their computers—how did you hack into their computers again? You are gonna have to teach me that. And Howard's mother thinks that he's going to a Jewish retreat for engineers. Everything is falling into place, Sheldon."

"Very good, Penny."

"I bought some clothes, Sheldon. Special clothes."

He followed her to her bedroom and looked at the array of clothing on her bed. "Penny, won't these be uncomfortable?"

"It's all for show, Sheldon. Think of it as a costume. Pretend it's for Comic-Con. I don't care. When they see this, it will scare the living shit out of them. Trust me."

He was filled with doubt, but he would trust her. He had to. He had never done anything like this before.

The Three Amigos, as they started calling themselves, went out to the bars for Anything-Can-Happen-Thursday. As per the norm, they bombed out with the women and were heading out at last call, half-drunk and careless. Weaving wildly, they headed down the street to the public parking lot to grab their jackets out of Leonard's trunk and wait for the taxi.

Their ride, though, was a big, black panel van. It stopped in front of them and four large people with ski masks jumped out. Leonard was the easiest takedown, falling to the sidewalk in a fetal position screaming, "Don't hurt me!"

Surprisingly, Raj was the most difficult. He took out one guy and it took the other three ten minutes before they had him bound and in the back.

Howard tried to run, but had an asthma attack about a half block away. They stopped to pick him up on the way down the street, gave him a puff on a rescue inhaler, and tied him up.

They had hoods over their heads but the assailants forgot gags.

"You don't need me! I study the stars! I can't build rockets, that's Howard. He's the skinny asthmatic! Or rocket fuel, that's Leonard, the four-eyed chickenshit!"

"Shut up Raj!"

"Yeah, they don't know who's who."

"Idiot, they do now."

"Both of you shut up. You're both stupid. Who are you and what do you want?"

"I'll bet they're terrorists!"

"I'll bet they're terrorists! Of course they're terrorists! What do you think they are, rival gangs of physicists? Rogue engineers? What the frak?"

"I'm a fucking idiot magnet. I swear to God."

"All of you shut the fuck up!" One of the masked men turned around and banged on the floor of the van with a large pipe. It made a loud, horrible clang on the floor that rattled inside their heads and snapped them to attention.

There was silence for a moment, then—

"I need to pee-pee."

When the hoods were removed, they were in a cement room. The same four kidnappers were there, but there were two more people among them. Two more, but they seemed like they were the ones in charge.

One was a man. He wore a pair of skin-tight leather pants and a leather jacket over a bare chest. Leather gloves covered his hands, leather hat on his head and low over his forehead, aviator mirrored sunglasses over his eyes. He had boots on his widely spread feet, a whip in his hand, and he had at least a day's growth of beard on his face. In short, he was a mean-looking motherfucker, ready to tear someone a new asshole.

The other was a woman. If any of them weren't shriveled in fear, they would have gotten hard. She was dressed in a skintight suit of black latex that covered her from head to toe. There was mesh over her eyes and ears to allow her to hear and see, but other than that, she was completely covered. Not one inch of her was visible, not even her hair. The only thing that they could see was her mouth.

But what a mouth. The lips were full, plump, and lusciously red. They parted and exposed perfect white teeth that caught at the bottom lip and molested it for a moment, then a pink tongue flicked obscenely at upper and lower lip before the mouth went still and the 'face' of the woman looked up at the man. She clutched at the man's leg where she knelt at his feet, her hand resting just below the visible jut of his large cock. Her hand stroked up and down his leg, petting him, in a plea for attention that he ignored.

He didn't speak. He stood there, menace emanating from his pores, then turned his head and nodded to the abductors. One of the abductors spoke. "You will be judged. Tomorrow."

The six of them left through a door that was behind them. After a few minutes, the lights went off, but not before they heard the sound of wings. Thousands of wings.

They were left in the dark with the sound of thousands of flying insects.

Penny, Sheldon, and Penny's friends from her Hollywood connections, stood behind the door and listened to them scream themselves hoarse. It took about an hour. The tape played continuously on repeat behind them.

She handed Sheldon a diet virgin Cuba Libre with a slice of lime in a tall glass. She wasn't about to get him drunk tonight, not while they were here, not with the guys in the basement and the tape on replay. The other four got beer and she drank bottled water.

"Okay, introductions. Sheldon Cooper, PhD. This is Mark, sound guy. James, stunt man. Sheila, costumes. Peter, Sheila's husband and a stunt man. Mark, are you okay?" Penny asked.

"Yeah. Just didn't expect the guy to sucker punch me. I was more concerned over the guy having the asthma attack than that. I was worried that we would have to take him to the hospital. So how long are we going to keep them like this?"

"Three days max. We'll see how tomorrow goes." Penny took a long drink and said, "Remember Kurt? He wants a crack at breaking them. Getting them to confess their crimes, his words, and writing it down for the university."

"Penny, we didn't discuss this part." Sheldon looked askance at her and she turned to face him head on.

"Sheldon, either you allow me to take them down this way or it's another way. And you don't want me to go the other way. They might not recover."

"What's the other way?" He looked genuinely puzzled and she shrugged and looked at Sheila and the other guys. They nodded and she went ahead.

"Sheldon, Sheila and the guys are doms. They practice domination and submission. Usually, it is consensual, but in rare cases, they will take on a case when punishment is necessary. Very, very rare cases."

"What about in this case?"

"Sheldon? Are you asking them to make the boys submit? Sexually? Do you think that their offence is…do you think that it warrants that?"

Sheldon set the hat holding the gloves and glasses aside and folded his hands in his lap. "Penny, normally I would say that we should deny them gratification of hormonal urges, but I do not believe that submission would gratify them. In fact, I want them humiliated. I want to see them squirm. I want to see them used and abused."

Penny reached out and grabbed Sheldon's arm. She lowered her voice a notch and pulled him forward, closer to her, to speak almost directly in his ear. "Sheldon, are you sure? This isn't like my Moonpie. This is more diabolical that I thought you would even consider. I thought about something like that, but I figured that you would be horrified by it. Shelly, we can make them wish they'd never come to Pasadena."

"Penny, they may have ruined my chances of winning the Nobel Prize. Yes, this is diabolical, but if they took that away from me and I did not retaliate in any way I…I could never forgive myself. I want my pound of flesh."

"Okay, Shylock, if that's what you want." She turned to Mark and turned both thumbs up. "Call the Council. He wants it all. We'll go for Saturday night."

Mark rubbed his hands together. "Wow, three virgins on Saturday. Fantastic! Been a long time since we had three of them and they will be good and spooked after tonight."

Sheila smiled. "This is gonna be good. Mixed?"

"Yeah, mixed." She thought for a moment, and then continued. "I've wondered about Raj and Howard and what their relationship actually is, but I'm pretty sure that Leonard could be persuaded to go either way. Yeah, make it a good mix and we'll give you a little info on all three of them so we can make this a good one. But no matter what, we pay extra special attention to Leonard. I have the feeling that he's the ringleader of this little circus and he was pulling the strings here, not Howard and Raj. Leonard is way too possessive of me, even though we've only gone on one date and never slept together. In fact, I want the majority of the action centered on Leonard. Sheldon can have his payback, but I'll get mine too that way."

Sheldon watched and sipped his diet coke from the straw. Penny was speaking of things that he had no knowledge of and hoped never to require. She was comfortable with these things. Sexual things. It was a situation beyond his comprehension.

If he were to attain understanding of the situation before Saturday, though, he had better go home and google submission. She had told him he had to watch and witness any action performed. He would do so because he trusted her. He trusted her and he promised.

She stood and held out her hand. "We're finished for the night, Sheldon. Let's go home."

He placed his hand in hers and she pulled him to his feet. He waved at her friends, slightly intimidated by their size, although they had been very kind to him and tried to include him in their planning. She held onto his hand all the way out to the car; it wasn't unpleasant, he found. In fact, he was beginning to enjoy the sensation of her palm pressed against his when she left him at the passenger door of her vehicle, walking around to the other side of the car.

They were almost home when he realized that he still wore his leather suit. "Penny, we're still wearing our costumes."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. Well, you can go get some clothes and just come over and take it off at my place. You might need some help with the pants; they're kind of hard to get off after they've been on for a while."

Sheldon froze. She was going to assist him in removing his pants?

"Penny, you cannot help me remove my pants."

"Sheldon, we'll worry about it when we get home."

She pulled into the parking lot and they went up the three flights, parting at the doors of their apartments. "I'll see you in a few minutes to help you get out of those pants, Sheldon."

Sheldon didn't answer; he was already inside the apartment. She shrugged and went into her own. She made light work of peeling off the rest of the latex suit and got into her pajamas and a tee shirt, then noticed that Sheldon still wasn't there.

She went across the hall, knocked on the door, and went inside.