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And the Words, They're Everything and Nothing by deludedvision (PG)
Fandom: THE BIG BANG THEORY
Pairing: Sheldon/Penny
Length: 1.6k
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deludedvision
Author Website:enterjonas
Why this must be read:
One of the most touching aspects to the Sheldon/Penny dynamic is how reluctant the former can be in recognising the whens, hows, and whys of Penny. After all, she's not something he can properly fathom, and sometimes it takes a long time and a whole lot of effort to get to a point where it clicks, and he's capable of understanding it all.deludedvision beautifully illustrates this in this little fic, where Penny receives bad news on New Year's Eve, kisses Sheldon at midnight, and the next day flies home. Sheldon proceeds to deal with this turn of events with his own unique logic and in his own particular way. Just lovely.
She falls asleep on his shoulder. It's inconceivable really, because Sheldon can't imagine sleeping anywhere without a mattress and a pillow. The airport's crowded and noisy, but Penny sleeps on.
Sheldon's own eyes feel heavy now, as he watches passengers coming and going from the airport. He's never understood the need for emotional relationships, never found reason to seek them out, but as he watches people, some are separated with tearful farewells and some are reunited with grins and laughter. He imagines saying good bye to Penny, watching her disappear from sight.
And he remembers New Year's Eve, how Penny clung to him and he was thankful because he might have floated away otherwise, how her hands felt against him and his hands relished the opportunity to learn her. Wolowitz and Koothrappali's cries of defeat had startled them, and she'd bitten his lip and he'd stepped on her toes. Penny's eyes had been more alive than he could remember as she closed them and rested her forehead against his chest. They'd stood there—his mind pounding, shouting “more, more, more”—in silence until their pulses had calmed.
Sheldon doesn't know what to make of it.
And the Words, They're Everything and Nothing
Pairing: Sheldon/Penny
Length: 1.6k
Author on LJ:
deludedvisionAuthor Website:
enterjonasWhy this must be read:
One of the most touching aspects to the Sheldon/Penny dynamic is how reluctant the former can be in recognising the whens, hows, and whys of Penny. After all, she's not something he can properly fathom, and sometimes it takes a long time and a whole lot of effort to get to a point where it clicks, and he's capable of understanding it all.
deludedvision beautifully illustrates this in this little fic, where Penny receives bad news on New Year's Eve, kisses Sheldon at midnight, and the next day flies home. Sheldon proceeds to deal with this turn of events with his own unique logic and in his own particular way. Just lovely. She falls asleep on his shoulder. It's inconceivable really, because Sheldon can't imagine sleeping anywhere without a mattress and a pillow. The airport's crowded and noisy, but Penny sleeps on.
Sheldon's own eyes feel heavy now, as he watches passengers coming and going from the airport. He's never understood the need for emotional relationships, never found reason to seek them out, but as he watches people, some are separated with tearful farewells and some are reunited with grins and laughter. He imagines saying good bye to Penny, watching her disappear from sight.
And he remembers New Year's Eve, how Penny clung to him and he was thankful because he might have floated away otherwise, how her hands felt against him and his hands relished the opportunity to learn her. Wolowitz and Koothrappali's cries of defeat had startled them, and she'd bitten his lip and he'd stepped on her toes. Penny's eyes had been more alive than he could remember as she closed them and rested her forehead against his chest. They'd stood there—his mind pounding, shouting “more, more, more”—in silence until their pulses had calmed.
Sheldon doesn't know what to make of it.
And the Words, They're Everything and Nothing