A/N: Last chapter! And at this time let me wish you guys HAPPY GLEE DAY! :D It's finally here! We survived the hiatus! Wearing purple today for the Purple Piano Project... 'cause I can :D

"The Visitor Complex: The Context Adaptation"
Chapter 6 of 6

They had done the same dance nine times in a row. Each time he would get better. On the fourth try, before they began, he would make her show him what he did wrong, and she would do it, and then he would be better. By the final time, muscles sore but mind so very determined, his score counter pinged a fifth time, and Sheldon claimed his victory – if over the game and not Brittany – throwing his arms out… When she asked if he wanted to do another one, he quickly declined. He'd made his part with it, had answered her challenge… This needed to go no further… He probably couldn't have done it, physically, even if he wanted to. It was a good thing she didn't challenge him again, or he might have been forced to respond again. After this she had gone back to watching television, and she took up the noise-cancelling headphones without his needing to ask. Returning to his desk, aching, he thought perhaps she could learn after all. So that was that.

Penny arrived shortly after, and then Leonard, and Raj, then Howard with Bernadette, who was finally able to join them. Howard promptly introduced her to Brittany, who shook the woman's hand with a smirk. They all had dinner… Brittany never mentioned their adventures in dancing.

She returned to her aunt's apartment after dinner, needing to pack so she could head out the next morning. Penny went with her to help.

The next morning, Sheldon was in a strange mood, if Leonard's reactions to him were any indication. The kitchen still smelled of bananas when he dragged his feet into the kitchen, adjusting his glasses as he found Sheldon grabbing a take-out bag, folded at the top. "What's that?" he asked his roommate, who was already fully dressed.

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with, Leonard," he breezed on by and left the apartment.

"Okay?" Leonard blinked.

Sheldon found his second road block in the hall, coming across Penny, who was coming up the stairs. "Morning, Shel… What's that?" she asked of the bag.

"Why is everyone so curious? It's a bag, made of paper, to contain things like food, clothing, broken lamps…"

"That was you?" she pointed her finger at him with a flare of shock and anger. Sheldon steered for the stairs before she could grab at him.

"I have to go…" he let his legs carry him away from the Nebraska Menace. He went down one floor, and then another, finding the right door – Penny had mentioned it in passing the previous night. Even though he knew why he was doing it, he still hesitated before balling into a fist and giving the three knocks.

"Brittany," he gave three more knocks. "Brittany," he gave three more. "Brittany." He kept his voice low; even if she was leaving this morning, her aunt might still be sleeping. He thought maybe it was a bad idea, and it would prevent from actually hearing his call, but then the door opened and there she was.

"Why do you always do that?" Brittany asked. "I heard you the first time."

"Well some people have bad hearing… or they're stubborn and I have to insist…" he defended his action, then shook his head and held out the bag to her. "Here, this is for you."

"What is it?" she asked, opening the bag. The smell came out at her in full force, and she beamed. "For me?" she had to ask.

"Yes. There's three loaves, so just pace yourself," he nodded. "I saw you seemed to like them, and I can't stand airplane food. Now on trains though…"

"Thank you, Sheldon."

"You're welcome, Brittany," he nodded.

He didn't know what had changed, but she didn't frustrate him the way she used to. By all accounts she should have remained some inconvenience he couldn't wait to have gone from his life. And just like the day before, he knew he wouldn't regret her departure, but at the same time… She'd made him discover things, in a way he was not in the least accustomed to… and she made him dance. Not many people could claim that they had made Sheldon Cooper dance… willingly.

"There's a cab coming that's supposed to take me to the airport," she revealed, and he saw she had her backpack slung over her shoulder already, the three suitcases by the door. In the spirit of bookending the week, Sheldon gave a bit of a half nod, as though to say 'right, here we go' and motioned for her to step aside so he could take the two suitcases, just as he had one week ago. She grabbed the third, and they were on their way down. It was only one floor, it wasn't so bad. With any luck, she wouldn't make him regret his deeds in the space of one flight of stairs. "I wish I didn't have to go…" was the first thing she said, "I like it here… But I miss my friends, too."

"Those people in that Glee Club of yours, they must not dance like you if you all lost at that competition of yours," he shook his head and, hearing himself speak, he had to pause… he was going native… He looked at her, and she was just chuckling. "Here," he put the suitcases down by the door when they arrived, then took a step back. Shortly after, the driver was there, lugging the suitcases into the car.

"I thought you were kind of weird at first," she revealed to Sheldon out of the blue. This was not the first time he'd heard it, so it didn't affect him much. "Well, I still do. But I like weird, so it's okay."

"Okay?" he hadn't heard that one.

"Yes," she responded. "I had a lot of fun this week."

"Right," he continued.

"Penny and I are keeping in touch, so… maybe I'll put in a word for you, too, sometimes," she suggested. He gave her a nod, not sure how else to reply to that. "Penny also said I shouldn't try to hug you."

"Penny's right," he admitted. So she held out her hand.

"Bye, Sheldon," she waited, and eventually he put his hand in hers.

"Bye, Brittany."

THE END