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Nothing Important Happened Today by ishie (R)
Fandom: THE BIG BANG THEORY / X-FILES
Pairing: Sheldon/Penny
Length: 27k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ishie
Author Website:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ishieland
Why this must be read:
Thebigbangbigbang this year resulted in a superb collection of stories. One of them is this, to paraphrase the author, The Big Bang Theory in an X-Files world with a twist. You could call it a BBT crossover and an X-Files AU, where the roles of those two familiar FBI agents are filled by the oddball pairing of Sheldon and Penny. The world they inhabit is weird, wonderful, all sorts of moody and a huge lot of fun. There are great 'cameos' throughout from the whole Big Bang cast in key roles, and they really do fit perfectly. There's also a neat twist on the attitude towards alien abductions that was at the core of the X-Files universe. Intriguing all round, this is a great read.
"Agent Cooper?" she called, looking into the gloom. Against the wall that ran parallel to the hallway, there was a desk overflowing with maps and folders, and a boxy computer terminal shoved back out of the way. A dozen multi-colored post-its clung to its square black face. The outline of another desk was just visible in the shadows of the opposite wall.
And every available surface was covered in paper: hanging on the walls, stacked on top of the filing cabinets and all over the floor, stuck to the tiny window set high in the wall so that they blocked out whatever tiny amount of light was trying to struggle through.
"I was just assigned to you," Penny continued as if all of this was totally normal. As if none of it looked like something out of a serial killer's handbook. "I'm Agent—"
A man burst through the doorway in a wheeled desk chair. Backward, with his hands clamped on the padded arms, tie rippling weakly. In his wake, papers fluttered on their tacks and swirled off the nearest desk. Penny ground one heel into the floor and tensed her shoulders, shifting her weight in case she had to defend herself.
So this was "Moonpie" Cooper; Sheldon to his mother, presumably. Advanced degrees out the yin-yang, Criminal Analysis's golden boy burnout, scourge of absolutely no one despite his concerted efforts, nuisance to many, so on and so forth.
He was on the scrawny side, all long spindly legs and prominent wristbones, even more than in the ID photo in her orientation folder and the one glimpse she had of him when a fellow recruit pointed him out at Quantico.
She could so take him.
Nothing Important Happened Today
Pairing: Sheldon/Penny
Length: 27k
Author on LJ:
ishieAuthor Website:
ishielandWhy this must be read:
The
bigbangbigbang this year resulted in a superb collection of stories. One of them is this, to paraphrase the author, The Big Bang Theory in an X-Files world with a twist. You could call it a BBT crossover and an X-Files AU, where the roles of those two familiar FBI agents are filled by the oddball pairing of Sheldon and Penny. The world they inhabit is weird, wonderful, all sorts of moody and a huge lot of fun. There are great 'cameos' throughout from the whole Big Bang cast in key roles, and they really do fit perfectly. There's also a neat twist on the attitude towards alien abductions that was at the core of the X-Files universe. Intriguing all round, this is a great read."Agent Cooper?" she called, looking into the gloom. Against the wall that ran parallel to the hallway, there was a desk overflowing with maps and folders, and a boxy computer terminal shoved back out of the way. A dozen multi-colored post-its clung to its square black face. The outline of another desk was just visible in the shadows of the opposite wall.
And every available surface was covered in paper: hanging on the walls, stacked on top of the filing cabinets and all over the floor, stuck to the tiny window set high in the wall so that they blocked out whatever tiny amount of light was trying to struggle through.
"I was just assigned to you," Penny continued as if all of this was totally normal. As if none of it looked like something out of a serial killer's handbook. "I'm Agent—"
A man burst through the doorway in a wheeled desk chair. Backward, with his hands clamped on the padded arms, tie rippling weakly. In his wake, papers fluttered on their tacks and swirled off the nearest desk. Penny ground one heel into the floor and tensed her shoulders, shifting her weight in case she had to defend herself.
So this was "Moonpie" Cooper; Sheldon to his mother, presumably. Advanced degrees out the yin-yang, Criminal Analysis's golden boy burnout, scourge of absolutely no one despite his concerted efforts, nuisance to many, so on and so forth.
He was on the scrawny side, all long spindly legs and prominent wristbones, even more than in the ID photo in her orientation folder and the one glimpse she had of him when a fellow recruit pointed him out at Quantico.
She could so take him.
Nothing Important Happened Today