What would your wishes be?

:His Genie:

Stuart sold him a box of old ashcan comics for $10. None of the comics were particularly valuable, but a couple helped complete a few collections he had. Also in the box was a battered Green Lantern lunchbox, a happy meal toy for Batman Returns and a cut glass bottle with a stopper. Sheldon only glanced at the bottle before storing it away.

2 years later

The olive oil bottle had a chip in the top rim. Sheldon's eye twitched as he considered what to do.

He could throw it away and buy a new bottle. But he had just bought this bottle two days prior.

He could ignore the chip. No, he couldn't.

He could store the olive oil in a different container. That was just ludicrous.

Sheldon paused. Or was it? His eidetic memory brought up the cut glass bottle. That would work. Sheldon opened the hall closet and looked at the bottle on the shelf. Yes, it was large enough, and it was in pristine order. Or rather it would be once it was thoroughly washed and sanitized.

He carried it out to the kitchen and set it in the sink. He filled the basin with hot soapy water and carefully scrubbed the outside of the bottle. Once that was accomplished he removed the stopper and used a bottle brush to scour the inside. Sheldon rinsed it, inspected his work and then set it in the drain to dry. He washed the sink and counter and then turned around.

"Hello." Sheldon stood immobile as the woman sitting on his table smiled at him. "Thanks, sweetie. I was beginning to think I'd never get another chance to stretch my legs."

Slowly he backed up and tried to pry his eyes from her. "How did you get in here? And where are your clothes?" he managed to gasp.

The blonde grinned widely. "You put me here, and what's wrong with my clothes?"

Sheldon gulped and struggled not to look her over. He failed miserably. His eyes moved down her body, taking in the filmy, barely there harem outfit. A blush spread over his cheeks and he quickly closed his eyes. A soft giggle floated on the air.

"Is this better?" she asked smugly.

Sheldon inched one eye open and groaned. The thin halter top did little to conceal her ample assets. The jeans were snug enough that he was fairly certain he could see her femoral pulse through the material. Now her hair was up in a ponytail instead of loose around her shoulders.

"No?" she asked innocently. "Back to the harem pants, then."

"NO!" Sheldon startled himself by objecting loudly. His blush deepened and he looked down. "I mean, please, no." Sheldon frowned. "Wait! Who are you and why are you in my apartment?"

She extended her feet and looked at the sneakers on her feet. Sheldon felt light headed as the sneakers faded away and were replaced with brown leather boots. He watched the blonde beauty glare slightly and then the boots changed into black suede. She nodded happily and then looked up at him.

"Now, what did you say?" she asked with a perky grin.

Sheldon narrowed his eyes. "What are you?"

She slid from the table top and bounced over and slipped her arm through his. "I'm your genie, sweetie. You summoned me, and so, here I am."

Sheldon tried to pull away, but his arm refused to obey his mind. In fact, it moved of it's own accord and bent in a gentlemanly fashion. Sheldon whimpered as a tingle went up his arm and spread through his chest. "Dear lord! I'm having a heart attack! I'm only 25! I haven't won my Nobel yet!"

The blonde giggled. "Sorry! Should have warned you. Touching a genie is a bit like touching a live wire. You'll get used to it."

Sheldon did manage to jerk away this time. "I beg your pardon, madam! I do not intend to 'get used to it', because I have no intention of touching you!"

"Pendulum." She smiled up at him with twinkling green eyes. He immediately thought of Green Lantern. Which made him think of the shirt he had just ordered. Sheldon's pulse sped up as he watched her shirt slowly change color. In seconds her shirt was an exact replica of the one he had ordered.

Startled sapphire blue eyes locked onto startled emerald green ones. A flash of fear crossed her expression, gone before he could be sure he was seeing what he thought he was. Slowly she put a few more inches of space between them.

"Pendulum?" he asked curiously. Sheldon couldn't resist taking a small step closer to her. He was intrigued to see her step back. Fascinating.

"My name," she said softly. "My name is Pendulum."

He watched her ponytail sway as she moved. He had liked it better loose. Both of them gasped as her hair ribbon suddenly disappeared and her locks flowed down across her shoulders. Sheldon reached out and slid his fingers through a curl.

"What is happening?" he whispered.

"You're my catalyst," she murmured as her eyes followed his hand. "You can change my appearance to suit your wishes."

Sheldon felt a surge of protectiveness as he heard the fear in her voice. "How can I do that?"

She gulped and looked up into his eyes. "I don't want to say."

"I want to know," he said, surprising even himself with his commanding tone.

Pendulum blinked quickly. "Genies can be summoned by anyone. But for each genie there is only one true master. His or her catalyst. The one person who can use the genie's powers to their fullest."

Sheldon frowned and moved closer, unable to deny the pull between them. "So, if you are a genie, you owe me 3 wishes, right?"

Pendulum shook her head. "Misconception," she said softly. "There's no wishes. A genie isn't like in the Disney movies. I'm a helper. Like if you are unhappy, I help you find happiness. Say you're in a crappy job, I help you find your dream job and put you on the path for success." She backed up a couple of steps more.

Sheldon felt warmth spread through him as he watched her lick her lips. "I have my dream job," he replied, a bit of twang in his voice.

"Maybe you want to be rich? I can help build a kickass portfolio." Her breathing was growing more shallow.

Sheldon reached out to steady her as she stumbled over the step up into the hall. His fingers tingled again. "I have more than enough money for my needs."

"Life of the party?" she whispered.

He slowly followed her retreat down the hall, growing more and more certain of what it was he did want with each step. "I don't like crowds."

Pendulum was growing more and more agitated with each passing second. She gasped when her jeans were suddenly replaced with skimpy little shorts. "May…maybe you would like to be famous."

Sheldon shook his head and his fingers flexed in anticipation. He was now absolutely certain what he wanted. Something he had never wanted before. Something he had never given more that a cursory thought to before. "I have an idea," he said with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Pendulum moaned softly as her back hit a door. Sheldon moved closer until their bodies were barely brushing each others. He reached out and turned the knob and the door popped open behind her. She stumbled back and her legs hit the side of a bed. Sheldon stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

He stalked over to her and reached his hand up to brush his knuckles along her cheek. "Do I get my wish?" he asked softly.

Pendulum sighed and gave in to the desire churning inside her. "Yes."

Leonard, Howard and Raj were dragging the newly acquired sofa into Leonard's new apartment. "So, what's your roommate like?" Howard asked.

Leonard frowned and adjusted his glasses. "He's a bit high strung, I think. Kind of strange. I only met him 4 days ago."

A door opening and closing down the hall drew their attention. The three men gawked at the sexy blonde in the Batman shirt as she walked into the bathroom. A second later Sheldon appeared around the corner. "Good afternoon, Leonard. Who are they?"

Leonard quickly introduced his new friends. "Umm, who was the woman?" He was hoping Sheldon would say sister or cousin.

Sheldon smirked. "She's our newest roommate, Penny."

Leonard frowned. "But we only have two bedrooms."

Sheldon nodded. They heard the shower turn on. "Yes, two bedrooms. You have one, and we have the other." Then Sheldon walked to the bathroom and slipped inside, pulling off his layered shirts as he closed the door.

Eventually Leonard got used to most of his roommates' strange behaviors. He never did figure out why they kept a bottle olive oil in their room, though.