As always I own nothing, make no money from this and bow before the genius that is Chuck Lorre, Bill Prady and all of the writers, actors and crew that bring the TBBT to life. Thank you.

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Word had spread of Angelo's "accident". Since it was both a child being injured and a city councilman's son being involved, the local newspaper had sent out reporters.

Edward's father was an attorney with a prestigious law firm so he had begun damage control quickly. He convinced my grief stricken Uncle not to sue, but instead offered to help them move Angelo to an excellent head trauma clinic in up state New York.

Mr. Kendall also offered them a money settlement and all they had to do was sign a confidentiality clause attached to the settlement. No mention of his son's punishment. No mention of his culpability. When I read the contract later I realized it sounded more like a pledge to help care for a boy hurt in an accident. Not an admission of guilt. After all little Edward might want to run for office or become a lawyer some day. Even sealed a juvenile record would still be a blot on his record that could affect his future.

I realized that the rants and raves about revenge were going to get me too much attention.

I studied those children in our neighborhood and determined that I would from that point on emulate the 10 year old boy down the street, Tim Waterston. Every action I would take would be predicated on what I believed Tim Waterston would do. I enjoyed only those things a typical pre-teen adolescent would enjoy. Comic books, video games, and computers. I had learned early on in life to hide my true intelligence as a kind of retaliation against my Mothers using me as a guinea pig for her ridiculous theories. I decided to extend that action to include everyone. I would act and be Dr. Hofstadter disappointing child and I would lull everyone into complacence.

The local newspapers ran a story on the accident. The local city council vowed to replace the old playground equipment with something safer. Then the paper got hold of bits of the interaction between Edward and I after the "accident". That got Mr. Kendall's attention. He stopped by to see how my family was handling the tragedy. After explaining to my parents (both who were home remarkably) what he was doing to help out my Uncle (again no admission of guilt, just helping out a family in need), he asked to talk to me. My parents sat there, my father looking disconnected with the event, and my mother enjoying the attention of one of our communities movers and shakers. Mr. Kendall pulled out a small notebook and asked me about the events immediately after the accident. He was very careful to never ask me to recount the actual "accident'.

Realizing that my odd behavior would be too easy to recollect later I channeled Tim Waterson and answered his questions.

"No sir, I did not tell your son I would attack him. He is much larger than me that would be stupid".

"No sir, I don't remember much after seeing all the blood."

"No sir, I don't know what a veneda even is."

"mi familia sir? Is that Italian, sir? My Aunt knows Italian…

And so on. Each attempt by him to find out what was said was met by "short attention span" replies. My Mother would frequently explain that in times of stress undeveloped minds would overload. Spewing forth gibberish etc. Nothing to worry about.

Mr. Kendall would nod with an all knowing look on his face.

Eventually he got to the point and told me that my cousin was going to have the best of care but that could not happen if any of hysterics of that day were to be repeated to anyone.

"Oh yes sir. I would do anything to help Angelo".

Mr. Kendall seemed pleased with himself as he left. The jackass could not even get my Aunt and Uncles names right. Angelo was referred to as that unfortunate boy for the whole conversation.

Well Mr. Kendall your now on my list and mother's lack of concern had raised her priority on my agenda. I would find a way to settle both of their accounts.

As I sat there that night contemplating the cause and affect of different scenarios, it became evident to me that whatever form my retaliation might take, I and my family must appear to have nothing to do with it.

I began to list the steps necessary and to theorize on the possible outcomes. As I went thru scenario after scenario it became apparent that my intellect would be my main weapon.

I determined that I needed to define what had to occur for my revenge to be complete.

1) No additional harm was to befall my Uncle's family, so whatever I did must not prevent the "aid" coming in from Mr. Kendall from continuing.

2) Edward Kendall needed to be held accountable for what he had done. Since I could not chance involving Angelo, it had to be another event that would both get him a juvenile and school record that would ruin his life.

3) What ever I did could not cause physical harm to Edward's family. I knew that anything done like that in Angelo's name would not be acceptable. Angelo abhorred violence, though he realized that sometime it was necessary.

I mapped out each step and set dates they needed to be completed by. Some of the items were inter-twined so I created a program that would track and send me reminder emails when a step needed to be taken The program was intricate and required constant modification. Eventually I completed the program and coded it so no one else could access it. By the first day of school I was ready to begin my vendetta.