Only read once through, because I want to get these posted quick. Sorry for errors.

And if this were a full length story, I'm sure I would develop the characters better (like a Kate & Leopold, the movie, type thing).

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"AH HA!" Sheldon shouted, stepping back. "I think this might work!" A loud beep and a fizzle sound had a boasted up Sheldon deflated in seconds. He put his head in his hands.

"Take a break," Leonard said. He turned to Queen Penelope. "Uh, your Highness. Are you, uh, hungry or thirsty?"

She looked down at her clothes. "No. But I am rather uncomfortable in such attire. It isn't fitting for a queen."

"Oh, Penny lives across the hall. We have a key. We could get some new clothes for you."Leonard pointed to the door and fished out the key from the bowl.

"Not you. Sheldon."

Sheldon looked up. "Me?"

"I am rather accustomed to servants around me." She stood and strode to the door.

"I'm not a servant in this life. In fact, my superiority surpasses Leonard's."

Leonard rolled his eyes.

She narrowed her eyes at him, crossed her arms, and smirked. Sheldon crossed his arms and gave her his own stare down.

"I will wait just beyond this door," she declared, opening the door and standing outside.

"Yeah, that one. See…across the hall…" Leonard directed her as she started to walk tentatively the few feet to the other side. He turned to Sheldon. "Just go help her. You bowed before. Why can't you just play the part now?"

Sheldon shook his head. "Very well. But this stays between you and I. Howard and Raj are to hear nothing of this!" With that he stormed out of the apartment, snatching the key Leonard held for him.

Without looking at her, as her superiority complex was well matched by his, he unlocked the door and held it open.

"I cannot promise it will be the cleanliest place, certainly not fit for a queen, but I do know where she has her clothes."

Queen Penelope strode in, looking around curiously. Once Sheldon closed the door, she turned and asked, "Was this—Penny—someone of importance?"

"Not really. A waitress. A failed actress."

"Hmm. What is a waitress?"

"She takes the food orders and serves the food at a restaurant—a place to eat."

The Queen's eyes bulged and her mouth dropped. "She's a servant!"

"No!" Sheldon stepped forward. "It's a paying job."

"I see," she breathed out, looking around. "Well, take me to these clothes."

Sheldon led her to the bedroom and started at her closet, hoping there was something for her to wear that was suitable.

"Your manner of dressing is peculiar indeed," she commented from behind him.

Sheldon shrugged. "Certainly a matter of opinion."

He saw her small hands accompany his against the hanging clothes. "I do not see anything to my liking."

"There's this sweater and—" Sheldon stopped short as the small woman gave him the same look she had when he realized who she was. He cleared his throat and tried to walk past her, but her hand slid up his chest.

"You may not be my servant in this life, but you are my servant in my life and that is the only life I know."

She pushed her hand up under his shirts and scraped his stomach gently with her nails, causing him to lurch forward with a smile as it tickled. He immediately pulled her fingers away and again tried to walk past. He was only allowed to get away from the closet door because she stepped back. When he started to walk to the bedroom door, she stepped in front of him, a smile on her lips.

"Undress me," she whispered.

Sheldon shook his head. He may have been a sexual servant in her world, but he was still a big ol' virgin in his.

"I refuse to partake in this. If I am to have sexual relations, it will not be with you."

Her eyes flared. "Not with me? Then with whom? That other Penny?" Sheldon was stunned at how jealous this Penny seemed.

He crossed his arms. "Doubtful."

"Have you been with her before?"

Sheldon looked away and strolled up to the nightstand, playing with a tiny My Little Pony there. "No."

She gave him a scrutinizing look, then asked, "Have you been with any woman before?"

Why would she ask that? Sheldon shot his head up, alarmed. "No." He stormed past her and tried to leave but she blocked his path again.

"Why?" A light gasped left her lips. "Are you not a man who involves himself with women?"

Sheldon's eyes bulged. "NO! I like women!"

"Then why have you not experienced the ecstasy of a woman's touch?" She was dramatic and sure of herself.

"Not every man is promiscuous. Besides, my world is too involved in my work. I have far greater things to achieve in my lifetime."

"Nonsense. Never to have even touched a woman…that is no life for a man," she said smoothly, her hand teasing the skin on his arm. "And do you not want at least some experience when you are finally with your Penny?"

"She isn't my Penny. She's a friend. Platonic."

She didn't appear to question his wording this time, but only took his hand and brought it to her face. His finger tips touched her cheek.

"A great lover always starts here. Admiring the face of the woman he intends to take."

Sheldon swallowed.

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Penny giggled as she pushed Servant Sheldon's hands away from her. She grabbed the towel he held and said, "I will dry my own legs. You do everything, don't you?"

"When my Queen asks me to."

"And I'm your Queen…?" Penny pondered this.

Sheldon nodded.

"A girl could get used to this," she murmured, wrapping her body in the towel. "Aren't you going to dry off?"

He looked around and saw no other towel that he chose to use.

"There's one right there," Penny said, pointing down.

"That is not a servant's towel." He stood, seemingly content. "I did not bring one in for me. I forgot. I am sorry, my Queen."

"There are servant towels? Oh, wow. So, how do you normally dry if you forget a towel?"

He gave her a strange look, as if she should know, and Penny flinched at her own question. Of course she should already know!

Then he shrugged, his face turning red.

"Well, just use that one. For today." Penny couldn't believe the world she was in! It reminded her of the civil rights movement and the time where "Blacks" and "Whites" were segregated. She wasn't sure if she could ever live in a world like this for good. She also knew this was how the renaissance were, which was probably a more accurate comparison.

He looked uncertainly at the towel, then picked it up and used it. Penny walked over to one of the stone windows and looked out, her breath catching in her throat. The view, overlooking gorgeous terrain and ocean, was breath taking.

Sheldon stood a few feet behind her and she turned and motioned for him to come closer. He stood right behind her, looking down.

"This is amazing."

Sheldon nodded. "Yes, it is." She heard him sigh and looked back as he was gazing at the scene calmly.

She wanted to ask him so many questions, but didn't want to truly give away that she wasn't the queen. Instead, she took on her role and just pretended to be this other Penny to best of her abilities. She was an actress. She could do it.

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He stood there almost frozen when she brought her lips gently against his. His heart started to beat rapidly. He pulled back.

"I can't. Let's go. We have to get you to your world." He yanked her hand away and pulled her out of the apartment.

Once inside, they saw Leonard hunched over the machine. "Don't touch it," Sheldon instructed, letting go of a baffled Queen Penelope as he briskly walked to his bedroom.

He immediately took out one of his text books and began skimming through it, knowing he had referenced some notes in it prior to starting the machine up. There was a click behind him and he turned to see The Queen.

She'd closed the door.

"You are a truly odd man," she stated quietly, approaching him. "Much unlike my Sheldon. He is sweet. Quiet. And a lover beyond my many dreams."

Sheldon nodded and turned away. "I was there. I know."

"What?"

"Never mind."

"I suppose in this world, I will be required to meet my needs in a different way…" Sheldon bolted straight up when he felt a pair of hands on his back.

"Well, you certainly aren't very much different from the other Penny," he stated boldly, turning to push her away.

"How so?"

"She's just as sexually aggressive. Excuse me." He pushed past her and tried to read the book.

"Is that so?" He felt her hands on his back again, only this time she gripped his shirt to keep him from moving. "My servant was just as shy as you at first…"

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Leonard was frustrated, wondering why he was alone in the living room. He didn't dare ask what was going on in Sheldon's room and was too embarrassed to knock. He was also a bit jealous The Queen seemed to like Sheldon instead of him (when the real Penny didn't).

Just before Leonard was about to mentally scold himself for being silly, he heard something thud, then silence.

Sometime later, Sheldon and The Queen emerged. The smug look on her face left little interpretation to what had just happened and Sheldon smoothed his hair down as he walked into the room, clearing his throat. Adjusting his shirt, he stood in front of his machine again.

"I think I got it," he stated.

"You got somethin'," Leonard murmured.

"Once I perform this action, you should be successfully returned to your world," Sheldon stated to The Queen.

"Aw. But you shall miss me, right?"

"You're just as flirty," Sheldon said under his breath, comparing the two Penny's.

She pouted at him and he could tell she was beyond used to getting her way. "Yes, Queen Penelope. You will be missed."

She smiled, pleased with herself.

"I'll miss you, too!" Leonard piped in.

Just then, a loud beep sounded on the machine and then a whoosh sound.

"If you missed me, you wouldn't be away at battle all the time," she said, but even as she said it she faded off fast like a mist…