Holy hell in a blender guys! I log on to submit this next chapter to see that there have been over 200 people coming by within the past 48 hours. I was so not expecting that!

I decided to keep going with this. I had intended to keep it nice and short, but I've got too many ideas whirring around in my head.

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Katie had woken early, despite having only fallen asleep just five hours before. She stretched her legs out and her foot lightly brushed upon what felt like skin. She froze, and then suddenly remembered. Dr. Sheldon Cooper was in her bed, after a night of awkwardness and alcohol. Katie thought back to the moment they had shared in the shower. It was an image she couldn't shake from her mind. The water running down his body. How he had been a fast—very fast—learner. His hands as they had explored her body. Bitting her lip, she shook her head, as she looked up at the ceiling fan above her.

He'll be lucky if he even remembers that, she thought, shaking her head. All that liquor.

Kaitlyn quietly slipped out of her bed. Light was just barely peeking through the curtains covering her windows. She could see Trin curled up in the crook of Sheldon's arm. Well isn't that cute.

She made her way downstairs, stopping by her laundry room to move Sheldon's clothes from the night before over to the dryer. A giggle escaped her lips in remembrance of the fiasco that had begun with his jumping into her hot tub. Oh, what a sight that had been. She added a dryer sheet to the clothes, and as she closed the door to the dryer, she hit the button for the delicate cycle. The rhythmic whirr faded as she walked towards the kitchen.

Coffee was already brewing. Thank god for coffee makers with presets. Then she frowned. Damnit, it's a Sunday and here I am up at 8 am. What's wrong with this picture? She started prepping for her morning coffee routine. Milk, check. Splenda, check. Steamer, cleaned and check. Katie pulled her favorite oversized mug from her old college down from the cabinet and set is aside while the coffee brewed. She absently filled the food dish nearby at the insistence of Tig's mewing every few seconds.

Breakfast? She opened the fridge. Hmmm. I guess I could make something up before taking Sheldon back to his apartment. She starting taking out the ingredients for a wholesome breakfast—eggs, thick sliced bacon, pancakes, and hashbrowns. Is Christine up yet? Katie mused as she shut the door to the fridge. She paused, a note had been placed under one her photo magnets.

[Kaitlyn,

Thank you so much for last night. I had a blast. Sorry for the mess in your guest bedroom. I'll take care of it as soon as I'm done with church.

Christine]

Well, that must mean Christine's *guest* was gone as well. So a breakfast for two. Oh hey the coffee is done. She filled her steamer cup halfway with milk, and started to froth it up. Here's for another work experience that happened during college. Starbucks—love drinking their stuff, hated working there. Why does this damn thing have to be so loud? Thirty seconds later and the foamy milk was done, ready to mixed with her coffee and splenda. A groan could be heard from upstairs.

Oh, hell. His head was pounding and his mouth felt dry. Sheldon began to stir, opening his eyes. Sunlight was just barely peeking through the curtains, and even that seemed to be too much for his eyes. He felt a vibration in his left armpit. A small brown and white tabby had his head propped up on Sheldon's shoulder and was looking up at him. He could faintly hear a slight purr match the vibrating he felt. Awwwww. Wait…whose cat is this?

Much to Tig's dismay, Sheldon sat up with a jolt. He looked around. This isn't my room. He looked down. Where are my Saturday night pajamas? He started to get frantic, trying to remember last night's events.

Did I drink? The throbbing in his head confirmed his suspicion.

He tumbled out of the bed. His eyes were finally adjusting to the brightness. Blegh, boxers. The boys were a little too free down there for his liking. He made his was way out of the bedroom, following the scent of cooking bacon down the stairs.

When he reached the kitchen, he saw a short redhead at work at the stove. She was sporting a white tank and a pair of boxers herself. He could see a tattoo of what looked like a dragon peeking out from beneath the right strap of her tank. Wait…

White tank…boxer shorts…..an image with water and an auburn beauty filled his mind.

He gasped, "Oh hell."

"Oh hell."

Kaitlyn just about had a heart attack. She spun around, spilling some of her coffee in the process. "Holy hell in a blender!"

Sheldon had inadvertently snuck to the counter behind her. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes looked like they couldn't get any wider. He honestly looked a little disgusted.

"What did you do to me last night?" He looked frantic now. "Did we….?"

"Did we what, exactly?" Yep, he's hungover. And apparently the events from last night are a little fuzzy.

"Did we engage in coitus?" Sheldon asked. The flush on his cheeks had disappeared. Now he looked like he was going to have a meeting with the porcelain god.

Kaitie couldn't help herself. She giggled. "Coitus? Are you friggen kidding me?" The look on his face told her that he was not, in fact, kidding her.

"Well, we fooled around a little. But I wasn't going to take advantage of you considering your...inebriation...so no, we didn't actually have sex." Katie turned back to the stove to flip some bacon. The pancakes and hashbrowns were already plated; now for the eggs.

"We didn't?" he sounded a little resentful. "Then where are all of my clothes?" He stood there awkwardly in the boxers she had given him the night before, covering his bare chest with his arms. You weren't so modest last night…Mr. Star Trek man...

"Dude, you were a quarter past drunk last night. You decided to take a dip in my hot tub with your clothes on!" She grinned at that, knowing the next part would probably drive him nuts. "And then you decided you didn't need your clothes. So you stripped while humming some tune to Star Trek." She stifled a giggle, leaving out the fact that he had been dancing as well. "And then you just got right back in." His eyes were like saucers from his shock. It was hilarious.

"Your clothes got washed and are now in the dryer," she said, nodding her head in the direction of the rhythmic whirr. He relaxed, if only slightly, and then groaned, placing a hand on his head.

"Coffee?" Katie had already poured him a cup.

"I'm not allowed to have…" he started. He groaned again.

"I think it might help. Just this one time." Since when is someone not allowed to have coffee. Odd.

She placed the cup in front of him, along with some aspirin. The eggs and bacon were finished, so she finished up a plate for him and slid it to where he stood near the counter, nodding towards the stool nearby. "Eat some food and then we'll check on your clothes."

He seemed hesitant. "Was the plate clean?"

She paused during the process of making her own plate of food. "Yes."

"Did you cook the bacon to just the right point to where it's not too chewy, but not too crunchy?"

What the…. "Yes."

"Was the environment and your hands properly cleaned before handling this food?"

Ok, I can be OCD, but this is friggen bonkers. "Yes," Kaitlyn let out with an exasperated sigh, taking her plate and sat on the stool next to him. She took a bite.

"So what do you do for work?" He gaped at her as she mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"One does not speak with food in one's mouth, otherwise bits of phlegm, saliva, food particles can be sprayed willy nilly." He gave her a disgusted look, like he might hork right there. "And if you must know, I'm a theoretical physicist at Cal Tech. I have an IQ of 187. I have two master's degrees, a PhD, and a doctorate in science. "

"Well, ok then." She continued eating.

"I'm working on getting the Nobel Prize soon for my work. Isn't that just exciting?"

Oh yeah, buddy, exciting is the word for that.

"Why aren't you impressed?" he said in an aghast tone.

"It's not that I'm not impressed, I'm just a little jarred by how different you are compared to last night." Is this really the guy I almost slept with?

"This is my usual self. Last night…" He sighed with a disgusted look on his face. "…was a one time thing. I don't see it happening again." He paused. " Social protocol…" Social whats it? "…suggests that I'm required to ask you too what you do for a living."

Katie put her fork down, and chose to ignore his obvious aversion to what had happened the night before. "I'm a physical therapist and I own my own clinic about a block away from here." She wiped her mouth with a paper towel.

Sheldon scoffed. "That doesn't sound too important."

"I help people from various backgrounds on a daily basis. It's very pleasing to know that people can now walk that might not have been able to do so otherwise. I have a doctorate as well thank you very much."

"That may be so, but it's not physics." Can I punch him? His voice rang with a know-it-all attitude. It was obvious the food, aspirin, and coffee were putting him into lighter spirits. She felt a bit offended. Having her own clinic was her dream, and here she had it. And he denounced it like it was nothing.

She could hear the buzzer for the dryer go off. He perked up at the sound of that. Katie grabbed their plates, rinsed them, and placed them in the dishwasher for the next load. Sheldon was still sipping his coffee, wincing at the taste.

Katie had grabbed his clothes—Thank god they're dry. I think I prefer drunk Sheldon—and handed them to him. "Bathroom's upstairs," she nodded.

"I have an eidetic memory. I remember that." Sheldon retorted. Uh huh, but apparently that doesn't apply to everything that happens when you've been drinking.

She took what was left of his coffee and poured it out, and then placed it into the dishwasher as well. Grabbing her cell, she shot Bernadette a text saying that the loony she brought over was about then be returned. She ran up to her room, followed closely by Trin, who then jumped on the bed and began cuddling with her brother. Trin started cleaning Tig's face-it was one of those super cute things Kaitlyn loved about those darn cats.

She threw on some dark jeans and a t-shirt.

*Bzzzzzt*

[I'll let Penny know you're heading over. Thanks for last night. Sorry he got left there. :( –Bernie]

How in the hell do you get to 30 without not knowing how to drive? She mused while waiting for Sheldon to hurry up. She took her time going back down the stairs.

Sheldon appeared at the entrance hallway five minutes later, looking as if he had just washed his face. Kaitlyn decided to try to be, at the very least, thankful for last night. She reached out a hand to try and caress his hand, but he winced away. Ok then. Apparently no touching.

"Listen, honey. I wanted to thank you for last night." She tried to sound sincere. "It was nice for what it was."

"Oh please, woman, keep your hormones in check," he said as he squirmed past her to the door. She scowled at his back as they walked out into the hallway. Fuck you too buddy.

The car ride had been spent mostly in silence, except for the occasional direction from Sheldon as to where she was supposed to drive, much to Katie's enjoyment. As the morning had unfolded all that really been accomplished was Sheldon throwing her for a loop. She still felt aggravated.

"This is it up here on the right," he said quietly from the passenger side seat. He sat in silence as she parked in a parallel spot right in front of a red Volkswagen.

A knot formed in her stomach. Every damn time. She groaned. "Do you mind if I come up and use your bathroom?"

He huffed as he climbed out of her metallic blue '72 Camaro. "If you must, then come on." He motioned to the door to the apartment building.

They made it to apartment 4A without a word, and as soon as he opened to door—"First door on the left in the hallway."—she made a run for it.

He placed his keys in the appropriate bowl. Leonard and Penny were on the couch watching Chocolat. Leonard looked slightly uncomfortable.

Shelon glowered at them. Not only did they leave me in some odd place last night, but they can't even have a proper movie on when I come in.

As soon as he heard the bathroom door shut he turned to them.

"Now in what right mind was it ok to leave me in some odd place last night? With..." he gestured towards the bathroom, "her?"

"Look man, we thought you had already left. You had made it pretty clear that you hadn't wanted to come in the first place." Leonard shrugged apologetically. "We tried calling and texting you, and when we didn't hear back, we had assumed you had come home."

"Wouldn't it have been incredibly obvious if I wasn't here?" Sheldon's tone was annoyed.

Penny perked up in defense of Leonard. "Sweetie, he didn't come here straight away, if you catch my meaning." His face indicated he didn't. "He came over to sleep with me."

"Was it really that bad anyways?" Leonard asked. "I mean, dude, you were at a woman's place, and it was a snazzy place at that. Did something happen?"

Sheldon's face went white, and his eye twitched. "No." He went over and placed his laptop back in its proper spot on his desk.

"Are you sure?" Penny asked. It was obvious he was keeping something from them.

He sighed. "I don't want to talk about it." He took a seat in his spot and resentfully watched the chick flick playing on the TV.

Oh jeezus, little duckies on the bottom of the tub? How old is this guy? She finished up washing her hands.

Things seemed a little awkward back in the living room when she walked out. She nodded to Sheldon, "Thanks for letting me use your restroom." She continued walking towards the door. Penny got up to walk with her.

"We really do appreciate you bringing him home. Sorry to have inconvenienced you last night," Penny said as they both walked out the door. They paused on the landing. "We didn't know he hadn't come back until Bernadette texted us early this morning." She looked guilty.

"It really wasn't that bad. He's just kind of a…." Katie searched for the word to describe him.

"Whack-a-doodle?" Penny chimed in.

"Oh hells yes."

"He seemed a little off a few moments ago. Did something happen while he was at your place?" Well aren't we a little nosy?

Katie's cheeks flushed. "That's up to him to decide," she said, getting irritated again. She didn't want to give away too much, even if it wasn't sex. That would be up to Dr. Pain-in-the-toosh to decide.

It was obvious Penny didn't want to drop it, but the glare Kaitlyn was giving her must have convinced her to keep her mouth shut on the subject. "Well, we should hang out sometime, get to know each other. Lord knows we could use another woman around here. Someone sane you know?"

That seemed to relax Katie's glare a bit. "Ok, just let me know when you and/or everyone else would like to get together." She gave Penny her number, and then turned to head down the stairs. At the very least maybe she could get some non-work friends out of this whole ordeal. "Bye!" She heard Penny say to her back as she took each step in turn.

He didn't know if he should have felt proud about what at happened or disgusted. After some thought he figured it was better to let it go, and just not think about it. He was Dr. Sheldon Cooper after all, which meant he was not to acknowledge that he had a shred of sexuality.

The entire ordeal earlier with Kaitlyn had been a ruse. He had enjoyed himself. Immensely. But he was Sheldon, and he didn't know how to go about these things. The situation this morning had been tense and awkward. She had tried to been nice to him, that much had been obvious, but he hadn't known how to react. It seemed logical to just act as though what had occurred last night was simply some foul act that need not occur again.

It's time to take up Kolinahr once more, he thought as he watched Kaitlyn walk out the door. He decided to dismiss her from his mind, since he didn't see any reason he would see her again.