Author's Note: We have finally reached the end of this little episode. Thanks for reading, and I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have :D
Chapter Six (Epilogue)
A dark figure climbed stealthily through Sheldon's window and along the floor beside his bed. Rising at the foot of the sleeping genius, the black cowl of its cloak was pulled back to reveal a face mottled red and black. Horns protruded from the skull, and the eyes were evil slits. A humming arose as a light saber energized with red heat and lit up the horrible face to reveal Tracy's features. Using both hands, she pulled the weapon high above her head before slicing it down in a powerful arc.
Before the weapon could finish its lethal trajectory, Sheldon's hand shot out from under his pillow, parrying the overhand blow with a blue beam of light. He caught Tracy offguard by tossing his no-longer-in-use pillow into her face before throwing off his covers to reveal a black ninja-like outfit.
Tracy impatiently thrust the pillow to the floor just in time to counter a thrust from Sheldon's light saber. The two blades slid along each other until their owners were fist to fist and face to face. Each clenched their teeth and growled at the other before breaking apart with a whirring noise and a few sparks.
The opponents circled around each other, stepping lightly over the hardwood and area rug. Suddenly, Sheldon leapt onto his bed in preparation of a killing strike. Unfortunately, he slipped on the blankets and his saber went astray so that instead of beheading the Sith in front of him, he decapitated a model of Yoda on a bookshelf next to his bed.
Tracy couldn't stop herself from laughing and let her guard down in order to support herself with her saber. Sheldon recovered beautifully, rolling off of the bed and spinning around in a sweeping arc, bent of slicing his foe in half at her midpoint. Tracy, however, recovered from her mirth with miraculous rapidity and parried the stroke before descending into a ruthless series of short, fast thrusts and strokes that Sheldon was hard-pressed to defend against.
Their close-fought fencing escalated in speed and fierceness, traveling in circles and angles around Sheldon's room time and again. Sometimes, Tracy had the upper hand. Occasionally, Sheldon gained the advantage. Finally, however, Sheldon was pinned with the backs of his legs at the foot of his bed. Tracy favoured him with a tiny, evil grin before pushing him backwards. She immediately jumped up to stand astride him, kicking his light saber out of his hand and off of the bed where it turned itself off and rolled under his bedside table. With a horrible laugh, she once more brought her light saber down in an overhand swing so powerful that, this time, nothing would stop it.
Sheldon woke up with a start, drenched with sweat and gasping for breath. "Overused special effects, my hirsute posterior," he scoffed before rolling over and going back to sleep.