A/N: So sorry for this taking so long... Summer started and I found myself procrastinating-a lot! I really like this chapter, even though Jerome is a pain in the butt.
Disclaimer: Do you really think I own The Big Bang Theory? Or Doctor Who? Honestly...
"Would you mind explaining to me why there is a fourteen year old in your living room?" the man with the mop of dark hair asked, sticking his head past Leonard, who was blocking the doorway. Leonard coughed nervously, his eyes shifting back and forth. The aforementioned man raised an eyebrow, giving him a significant look.
"Uh…it's not what you think, Walowitz!" Leonard mumbled.
"You and Sheldon didn't randomly adopt a Chinese boy to be your slave?" he shot back, striding into the room, exuding self confidence as he did so. A mousy Indian man followed him, awkwardly standing in the middle of the room.
"So, you got stuck babysitting, huh?" Walowitz's companion asked, his voice tinged with an accent. Leonard sighed.
"In a way, yeah." He replied, adjusting his glasses. Jerome shifted uncomfortably, an indignant look on his face. "There's a sort of camp program going on at the university, remember?"
Raj, the Indian man, nodded.
"Well, despite being from…where, exactly?" Leonard looked to Jerome, head cocked to one side.
"Eh, Chicago, or somewhere around there." The boy replied, squeaking as his voice cracked. Howard grinned, then launched into a very loud, very pitchy rendition of The Blues Brother's "Sweet Home Chicago."
"Despite being from Chicago, he qualified for that." Leonard finished.
"Wow…smart kid." Raj muttered. Jerome gave him a smug, self-satisfied grin.
"I like to think so." He replied, falling back onto the couch and resuming his math problems. Sheldon began to visibly twitch, making small whining noises in the back of his throat. Jerome continued on, oblivious. This only caused Sheldon's whines to turn into loud whimpers, making the boy look up, his eyes glazed over.
"What's the matter with him?"
"You're sitting on his side of the sofa."
"Huh." The boy remained there, stubbornly. With a pained expression, Sheldon sat down beside him. He looked over at the seat and then back to himself, repeatedly.
"Must I go into strenuous details as to why this is the only place I can sit?"
"Go ahead." Jerome said, not bothering to look up. "I still won't move if you do, though."
"You've forced my hand," Sheldon proclaimed threateningly, standing up abruptly, and striding over to the bookcase. He rifled through a box, pulling something out. With deadly precision, he pressed the muzzle of the Phaser against the side of the boy's head. "Set Phasers to stun."
Jerome let out a halting laugh, standing up and spinning around in one movement, withdrawing something from his pocket and pointing it at the Phaser.
They stood there for a second, Phaser against Sonic Screwdriver, both too stunned at the other's nerdiness to do anything. Jerome gave him that cocky grin Sheldon was beginning to loathe so much, pressing a button on the Sonic. It emitted the noise a Sonic Screwdriver normally makes, lighting up as it did so.
"Hah! I've just disarmed that." Jerome laughed, releasing the button, and holding the Sonic loosely to his side. Sheldon, after he set down his Phaser, reached down and snatched it out of his grip.
"What? You have the Mark V? I thought they didn't sell these any more."
"Ebay." The cocky grin was back.
"Of course. You know, I have a Mark IV." Sheldon sniffed, handing the Sonic back to the boy.
"Darn what! How did you get it?"
"I got bored and made it myself." A slow smile was creeping onto Sheldon's face now.
"That's brilliant. Can I see, sometime?" he asked eagerly, stowing the Screwdriver back into his pocket.
"Sure." Perhaps this boy wasn't so bad after all.
A/N: Well, I hope you enjoyed it. :) I apologise for my lack of...eh...creativity regarding the noise of the Sonic Screwdriver. Please review!