SO sorry it took me so long to update-I got really stuck. But here's chapter three, hope it isn't disappointing-the next chapter will probably be the last...then I need to update The Equine Expansion again...*slams head on keyboard* hyhgyugyudduyg-Literally! :D

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"C'mon, Leonard," Penny said. "You said you wanted to see this movie, and it's the last day for it." She put the ticket on the coffee table. "Go enjoy yourself."

"I do want to see it," he said, "but why are you staying behind?"

"I told you," she said, sitting on the arm of his chair, "I have a splitting headache, and you know as well as I do that they make me into one moody girl." She put her hand on her forehead dramatically. "You want to spend the afternoon with the Incredible Hulk, especially after a loud movie theater?"

"Penny, you're-"

"Just go! You're gonna be late!" She picked up the ticket and grabbed his arm. Dragging him to the door, she planted the ticket in his hand, a kiss on his cheek, and pushed him into the hallway. "Have a great time!"

"Okay," she said to Sheldon, leaning against the closed apartment door. "Let's go."

Sheldon looked up from reading a comic book in his spot. "What about your headache?"

"Sheldon, I do not have a headache!"

He looked surprised. "You were making that up? Maybe there's hope for you as an actress after all!"

Penny was pleased. "Thank you, Sheldon!"

"That said, of course, I have no respect for actresses and their work, but I suppose your goals are your goals, as insignificant as they may be."

Penny raised an eyebrow. "Looks like I'm going to be the one needing that Appreciation Party."

"There there," Sheldon said. "I would be more concerned about the fact that you and your boy toy have characteristics of a violent sociopath, and assuming that the trait is dominant and you are both heterozygous for it, any progeny the two of you produce has a seventy-five percent chance of acquiring the trait."

"What?"

Sheldon heaved a sigh. "Let's hope your lack of brain power is recessive."

"Recessive?"

"Want me to draw it out?" He picked up a pen. "See, if you have two small letters as the genotype, and Leonard's got to have at least…"

Penny sighed. "Come back, Sheldon! No headache…party planning…do you hear me?"

He looked confused. "Yes. You're standing right there." He dropped his gaze back to the paper. "So there's a slightly better chance of have intelligent children than if your trait is dominant, in which case there is no chance of-"

"I'm going to count to three," Penny said. "One…"

"You sound just like my mother and that girlfriend of Howard's."

"Two…you're not going to make me get to three, are you, Sheldon?"

"I refuse to cave to this juvenile counting method again!"

Sheldon and Penny locked eyes in a stare down. "Two and a half…"

"You can't go up by halves!" He said, getting up.

"If I don't, you'd be counted out by now! Two and three-thirds, I mean quarters…"

"Fine, I'm coming."

Penny gave a triumphant smirk as they headed down the stairs to her car. She hopped into the driver's seat and waited for Sheldon to secure his seatbelt, then pulled out onto the road.

"Why is there a Hello Kitty sticker over your Check Engine light?"

"Damn, you noticed that."

"I was not asking so you could compliment my situational awareness," Sheldon said. "That was not a rhetorical inquiry."

"Fine, Sheldon, it's on there because I don't have the money to fix the stupid thing."

"Oh. Do you need more money?"

"No, Sheldon."

"Penny?"

"What, Sheldon?"

"If I may retreat to a less intense and primitive topic of conversation, have you realistically thought this whole party thing through? The five of us usually assemble in the evenings, and we usually consume a meal during that time. Will simply moving the assemblage across the hall to your swirling vortex of entropy classify it as a party?"

Penny drummed her fingers on the wheel. "You could be right."

"I could be-"

"Shut up and let me think." Penny bit her lip, staring out at the road. How could it really be a party if it was just the five of them? She spun the car around, crossed two lanes of traffic, and headed back in the other direction, ignoring Sheldon's high pitched scream. "I've got another idea."

"Care to share?"

"I tell you when I tell Raj and Howard about it. But it's sweet and simple."

"Somehow, I highly doubt it."

Penny just shook her head. Wackadoodle…it was a good question why his current friends liked him!

"So Leonard, how was the movie?" She was lying on the couch in her apartment, a hastily fashioned ice pack over her forehead.

"Oh, great! I think you would have liked it." He sat on the edge of the couch. "How's your head?"

She laughed. "That makes me sound like some sort of idiot."

"Sorry. How's your headache?"

"Meh." She sat up. "Good thing I told Sheldon to 'change migraine to yes' at the hospital."

"You went to the hospital?"

"What? No, this was the adhesive duck incident."

"Do not remind me about that night of torture," Sheldon said.

"You weren't the one with a dislocated shoulder." She reminded him.

"Yeah, what was so bad for you?" Leonard asked.

Sheldon looked as if his roommate was missing something quite obvious. "She made me drive, Leonard! And I had to go to court!"

Penny and Leonard looked at each other. "The horror…"

Sheldon shook his head. "Homo Sapiens. So, Penny, when are we telling Howard and Raj about the pa....aaaaa...ancakes!" He had caught her look in time.

"Pancakes?" Leonard looked confused.

"Long story," Penny said.

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