A/N: Thanks again for everything! :D This chapter may not be as good as all the others and I feel that Penny and Sheldon are kinda OOC, but I hope you still enjoy it and promise for the next to be better. Usually write in first person so if there`s any screw ups that`s why :)

ontheledge: It was Sheldon who said we would be even better, it was in his head though. And, I don`t know if you were asking this, but, the reason Penny left with Sheldon after lying to Amy wasn`t meant as her being bitchy at all. She just knew (or thought) that without her Sheldon wouldn`t go and knows that he should see his family. She didn`t want to take the chance of her bailing and him not asking Amy and just staying home. Sorry if this was unnecessary. :)

BreathlessFaith: I don`t think Amy would ever believe she and Sheldon were no longer together :)

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"See? Drifting from schedule evry now and then isnt so bad sometimes." Penny quipped, bucking her seat belt before turning towards him, her smile fading as her eyes rolled over the deep frown that creased his face.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack, Penny." He answered, his voice almost scolding as he waved over a stewardess that was peeking through the curtains at the passengers. "I was not built for such activities." His eyes were locked on the tall burnette that was slowly making her way over, an overly happy smile stuck on her tanned face. "My heart is still not back to normal."

"Hiya!" she greeted seconds later as she stopped in the aisle, leasning over Penny`s seat towards Sheldon. "My names Sydney. What can I get for y'all?"

Penny`s eyes narrowed.

'Who the hell does this woman think she is?'

There was no 'Y'all' to 'Sydney' Penny realized, her dark eyes never leaving the man by Penny`s side, the man who was currently oblivious to everything as he stared down at the small, rectangular sheet of paper the woman had handed him, nearly bonking Penny in the head in the process.

'I might as well be a slab of beef tucked into the crevice of the seat.' she though bitterly. But, even then, she`d probably get more attention.

"Water." Sheldon said, finally ordering after staring down at that damned piece of paper for what seemed like ages. "Unopened. No ice."

"Right away, sir."

'Sydney' replied, flashing one last smile over her shoulder as she made her way back down the small walkway to the kitchen.

"Running really isn`t that bad for you." Penny said in a tight voice, choosing to pick up the perviously dropped conversation instead of dealing with the odd twitch of jealously clenching painfully in her stomach. Was she really that starved for attention and affection that she was getting upset about a woman flirting with Sheldon?

'Dear lord...'

"For someone who hasn`t ran but...maybe seven times in his entire life, all of which were away from the neighbor kids, I can`t fathom it being beneficial." he replied in a calm tone, obviously not noticing the death glare he was reciving from the blonde woman at his side. "We wouldn`t have been late if you hadn`t had to stop to eat."

"Well, maybe you`d have a girlfriend of you weren`t so goddamn BORING!" Penny snapped, watching Sheldon`s head turn out of the corner of her eye. "Water. Unopened. No ice. I mean REALLY?!"

Silence dropped around them as a scowl set onto Penny`s reddening face.

For a moment, he just stared, a slight scowl marring his usually blank expression as his gaze ran over her profile, leaving a long, hot feeling on his her skin where ever his eyes touched.

"You`re jealous." he concluded, sounding oddly happy. As if he had just solved world hunger or figured out one of those crazy doodles he called 'Theories' that were always scribbled out on the whiteboard in his living room.

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He watched her head whirl around to look at him, her eyes wide, mouth hanging open slightly.

Either from shock or anger.

The latter being the most likely probability he figured.

But, nonetheless, the fear that shown in her widened eyes and the light blush that the haltingly creeping up her neck and cheeks told him everything he needed to know.

That he was right.

He watched her stutter, her tongue darting out to wet her lips nervously as her light eyebrows arched. "I am not!" her voice was high, almost a squeak when she answered. He sighed, turning his head away as he spoke.

"You`re lying." he said simply, bending over and reaching into his bag, pulling out his laptop and setting on the small table he pulled down from the seat before him.

"Why would I be jealous?!" she snapped again, getting irritated he assumed. He felt her eyes on him as he shrugged, boring holes into his skin.

"Because I am a suitable mate." His mouth burned as he said those words, his ears heating up as his stomach tightened, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable.

"In what WORLD are you a suitable mate for me?!" she yelled, causing the passerby`s to turn their heads in their direction, looking down in confusion and what he took to be pity. "We are nothing alike!"

He crossed his arms, sitting back in the cushioned seat, trying to hide the wounds her words just sliced into him, shoving down any and all emotion that was trying to claw it`s way to the surface. "Please don`t be so dramatic, Penny." he said in a soft, hesitant voice. "It`s just your basic instincs. I assumed that`s what made you date Leonard. Was I mistaken?"

His eyes turned to Penny in time to see her staring over at him with a kind of expression he assumed he would have if told the Earth was flat. Utter disbelief and absurdity.

"Okay," she said, shaking her head slowly and sitting back, turning her eyes ahead blankly. "This conversation is over."

"Very well." That was all he said before he turned his attention back to his laptop, starting to type on an unneeded task, not fully seeing the words as his mind wandered, a sensation of self pity taking over at the thought that this may have all been a waste.

'Maybe you can`t control the outcome purely by concentration...'

He stopped typing and just stared down at his keyboard for a moment before turning his eyes over to Penny now reclined in her seat, eyes closed, headphones plugged into her ears. His eyes took advantage of her distracted state, caressing over her sun kissed skin and flowing blonde hair, sliding down her neck and landing on the bit of skin that peek out along the collar of her lightly colored shirt.

'No!' he decided, setting his jaw and moving his head to look out the small window beside him.

This WAS going to work.

He NEEDED this to work.

He was not going to let someone like Penny defeat him in a battle of wits.

He was going to succeed, Even if it killed him.

She WAS going to be his.