Last short, I hope you have enjoyed reading them.

TBH this one is more my thing, it is a Big Bang Theory cross over.

Sheldon sat quietly in his empty office. The familiar environment wasn't helping, he couldn't focus and was so very tired.

He jolted awake and took a deep breath, hoping the oxygen would revive his flagging brain cells. He glared at the blank white board and blew the hair aside that had drifted into his eyes when his head had fallen onto the desk.

He rubbed his eyes making him look like rather childlike, a look emphasised by his pout. He was miserable and hated being stuck with half a theory worked out. He hadn't even managed to work through enough of it to put some calculations on the board, it was all still in his head. He was worried this might be as far as he could follow the argument and would have to ask for help from Leonard or even Cripkey.

He shuddered at the idea and wondered briefly about ringing his mother. Maybe she would babble good naturedly about praying for him to find enlightenment, but at the very least he would like to hear a reassuring voice and she always knew what to say to make him feel better. She might even send a food parcel with some little hot dogs, and thinking about that made him smile.

It was short lived as he looked at the blank white board and he was reminded of his failure. He sleepily muttered his disappointment in himself and stood to get the kinks out of his spine. He shook his legs to get the cramps out of his muscles and glanced round the room. He saw the area where the hole that he had got his head stuck in used to be. He saw his periodic table hanging on the wall. He didn't see anything that gave him inspiration.

He was getting desperate and was prepared to leave for the evening and reached for the phone to tell Leonard to collect him but before he grasped the handset his eyes fell on his desk figurine of Frodo. The piece was small but managed to lift his spirits and give him hope.

The little hobbit had kept going despite huge perils and obstacles in his path. Sheldon felt a kinship with him, his life was filled with issues he needed to navigate round, no-one understood the burden his intelligence was to carry, much like the precious ring was to Frodo.

His most trusted friend was Leonard, much like Sam Wise had been in the Lord of the Rings trilogy and Koothrappali and Wolowitz were almost like the cousins Pippin and Merry.

Yes he felt tied to the story, sharing common qualities with the hobbit hero. As his extended hand hovered over the phone and he then changed his mind and picked up Frodo he smiled. Like the Tolkien tale it would be alright in the end. He was strong and stubborn and would keep working on the math and chemical conundrum, despite slim odds of success he would take heart from the hobbit's tale.

"I'll find a way, much like you did my large footed friend."

"Ha!" Came a low rumble from the doorway. The noise carried tones of disbelief and incredulity that even Sheldon with his shallow grasp of human emotions heard.

"I am a genius and perfectly capable of figuring this problem out." He defended as he spun round to greet whoever was mocking him.

"Are you really?"

Sheldon heard the sarcasm, he often struggled with that too but his visitor made sure the words dripped with it so even with his sheltered interactions he knew she was scoffing at him.

"Yes I am." He told her with certainty, standing up straight. He immediately followed it up with, "Who are you?" As he found himself looking at a fat and rather unpleasant woman creature leaning heavily against the door frame into his office. Her lower half was a mass of tentacles and he wondered briefly whether it was a really realistic Halloween costume.

He looked at her, finding no flaw in the costume, but he could see glee in her eyes. They shone with mischief, much like his brother's had done when they were children and he would play "why are you hitting yourself" just before he landed a particularly hard blow. Sheldon hoped this woman wasn't planning to play games with him.

He found himself hoping she wouldn't stay in the doorway, he hoped she would pass by and leave him alone to his thoughts. He really hoped she didn't come in, he didn't much fancy having her in his space. Her skin was grey and her make up on her eyes and lips was garish. Her figure was swathed in tight, curve hugging material which Sheldon felt was completely inappropriate considering her weight issues. She seemed oblivious to his revulsion, in fact her stance and tone of voice indicated she seemed confident and didn't care about anyone else's opinion. Even his, a brilliant physicist.

"Don't you recognise me? I am Ursula." She informed him.

No look of recognition crossed Sheldon's features, he seemed completely unimpressed as he told the woman, "I've met Stan Lee, Brent Spinner and Stephen Hawking. Those were great events for me, I'm afraid this isn't."

"Did you never watch the little mermaid as a child?" The woman pressed. "Disney, dancing animals, animated musicals?"

"If it wasn't educational I didn't watch it. I watched Professor Proton, Star Trek, even Sesame Street, but nothing with you in it."

"Shame, might have helped shape you into a more rounded human being."

"I am well rounded!" He was outraged at this judging woman who had appeared from nowhere.

"Hhmmmm" she hummed at him, "No you aren't." The words were hard, definite, leaving him with the certain knowledge she didn't believe him. To further emphasis that she followed it up with, "in fact you sound all kinds of crazy to me."

The woman looked pointedly at the figurine in his hand.

"I'm not crazy, my mother had me tested." He spoke out indignantly. "And this is a collector's item." He cradled the Frodo figure in his hands.

"Is it really? Well it won't help you to find a solution."

"How do you know? And where did you come from? This is a security sealed building."

"I am a higher being and not shackled by things like security." Came the reply.

"Higher being? You think you are a god?" Sheldon thought his mother was crazy for her beliefs, but she was a nice lady who prayed for good things to happen to people. This woman had similar beliefs but Sheldon was well aware from their limit interactions that she had no-one else's interest at heart.

She was obviously deranged in a dangerous capacity, unlike his mother who he knew was just misguided. To add to that she thought she was a character in an animated movie. He felt just a bit of fear as he realized it was very late and he was probably in the building alone with her.

He listened closely as she told him, "Not a god, but I have a better understanding of the universe than you."

"Unlikely." Despite his fear, his reputation was well known and needed protecting. His response to her comment was to speak with confidence because his ego and arrogance refused to give in to this woman. Out of principle he had never given in to bully or allowed their hateful and untrue comments to deter him and she reminded him of a bully with her condescension.

"I can manipulate elements to a degree you would swear was magic." She informed him.

"Then maybe I should introduce you to my friend Howard, he is a magician too." The physicist told her.

"I do not do cheap parlour tricks. " She informed him, "I am far more powerful than that. And I can help you with this if you will allow me. Let me begin by telling you that you need to put that fictitious lump of plastic down for a start."

"Why?" He queried, looking at Frodo and running his thumb over the detailed paintwork.

"It is a distraction and a child's toy." Came the drawl from the doorway.

"I am not distracted." He argued.

"Then why are you stuck? Someone who is brilliant and has such a good grasp of the ways of the universe as you do." Again the mocking and he was really beginning to detest this woman.

In exasperation and the hope she would leave if he placated and humoured her he asked, "What would you suggest then?"

"You need to think outside the box, stop restraining yourself. You are still thinking about this in a flat and dimensionless way."

"I am not. I am using all 3 axis on the graphical model." He argued.

"Ah, but think about me, how am I here then? If there are only 3 axis and the Universe is only about height, depth and width."

"Time is the 4th axis but it isn't relevant in this hypothesis." Sheldon told her.

"You are still restricting your thinking." She told him, "There are far more mysteries, axis and dimensions than that. Pockets and bubbles where realms collide, time distorts and overlaps occur. Open your mind."

"That is foolishness." He told the woman, "I can't accept your reasoning without some kind of proof or a valid hypothesis based on known variables and you have given me neither. You are ignoring cause and effect, telling me things could be random mistakes without pattern. We have proven there is balance that exists in the universe, with predictable outcomes and structure. You are just spouting craziness and to believe your words goes against the very nature of the laws of physics."

"Then you will forever be stuck with your conundrum." She told him with a smug smile and devilish glint in her eye.

They stared at each other for a few minutes, until she sighed theatrically and threw up her hands.

"Fine, don't believe me or accept my help. Remain stuck until you are forced to ask Barry Cripkey to explain it to you." And she turned away from him and he heard her move off down the corridor her breathing laboured as she moved her hefty bulk.

"Why couldn't I get visited by Spock?" Sheldon moaned into his desk.

"Because Spock is busy in the distant future." He heard the remark thrown casually as she waddled away from him down the corridor.

He sat up straight, hardly believing that the large woman knew who Spock was. Maybe if she knew about Spock her suggestions carried more weight and merit. He shook his head, thoroughly confused by the whole exchange. He needed to go home, it was Thai food night and he knew that the routine would sooth his frayed nerves.

He was hungry, as he thought about the food his mouth watered and he licked his lips. Or at least he tried to, what actually happened was the movement caused him to jerk and he woke up in puddle of drool and realized he had slipped into sleep again. The light in his office was off and it was dark outside. Even the mockingbird that often frustrated him with its off key singing was silent and must have gone to bed.

He was grateful, the overweight woman must have been a figment of his stressed imagination, a dream. He picked up the phone and quickly rang up Leonard to come and get him, he needed to go home, odd and random dreams weren't like him and he definitely needed to get home and relax in his own room.

As he closed the door to his office, intending to head straight out to the car park to meet Leonard he stopped and stood stock still. There was a trail outside his office that looked like a large slug had crawled along the corridor. He looked at it and his brain struggled. Then he quickly move down the corridor in the opposite direction, telling himself it wasn't really there, it was just his over tired imagination and everything would be alright in the morning.

That's all folks.

Thanks for reading and your time.

To Cheryl, Happy Birthday, Valentine's and Anniversary in 2017.