The Babysitter Conundrum
folder
1 through F › The Big Bang Theory
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,052
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
1 through F › The Big Bang Theory
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,052
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Big Bang Theory, or any recognizable characters, or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. This never happened, I make no money.
Zombies and Spongebob
Amy sat on the chair, nose buried in her book. Sheldon eyed her warily from his stock still position on the couch, blanket up over his nose. What was the purpose of a baby sitter? He was neither a baby, nor did he need to be sat on. Further more, baby sitter was a strange term. No one would sit on a baby. Unless that meant person who sits with baby, which also didn't really imply someone taking care of the baby.
And why would someone dress like that? She looked like she had crawled out of a grave. Maybe she HAD crawled from a grave! Sheldon squeaked as he pushed himself deeper into the couch cushions. Maybe she was a mind controlled zombie, and she was sent here by someone to take his brain.
People always wanted his brain.
“Aby?” he asked weakly.
“Yes darling?” she looked up from the book.
“Could I have sub herbal tea?”
“Uh-huh,” she put the book down, and when her back was turned, Sheldon sat upright to read the title. Lover Enshrined. He glanced at the back. Oh, another vampire romance novel. Well, everyone knew that zombies and vampires didn't get along.
Although some believed that vampires could control zombies. They were their little lackeys or whatever. Engineers would make good zombies, Sheldon thought as Amy turned around.
“Want honey in it?”
“Yes,” he pulled his legs up and settled the blanket in his lap. Amy handed him the mug. He waited to be ready to say it was too hot or too cold, but a sip told him it was the perfect temperature. And she had put in just the right amount of honey.
“My grandmother used to take it like that.” she smiled, a longing look in her eye. “Learned to make the perfect cup of tea from her.” she returned to the couch and picked her book back up.
“I'b terrible sorry for your hardship.” Sheldon sipped the tea and congratulated himself on the proper response. Amy just smiled and nodded.
“It's okay. I don't miss her so bad anymore.”
Well, zombies usually couldn't display human emotion the way that Amy could. So she might not be a zombie. Unless she was a particularly well crafted one. He cleared his throat and flicked on the television.
He flipped around until he landed on an episode of Spongebob Squarepants. With a grin, he sat back.
“Oh, goody. I was worried they had changed the schedule.” Amy looked up from her book.
“You like this? Not the History Channel or the Discovery Channel or anything?”
“Just because I'b intelligent doesn't bean I don't like cartoons.” Sheldon sniffed indignantly.
“Silly me,” Amy rolled her eyes. “But why do you like this one?”
“Because Squidward is just like be.” he blew his nose delicately into a Kleenex and tossed it into the trash can next to the couch. “He's all smart and bisunderstood and just wants to be left alone. But noooo, Spongebob and Patrick don't let that happen. My friends Raj and Howard are just like them.”
“And who is Leonard like?” Amy asked, curling her legs up under herself.
“Bister Crabby, I suppose. Can I have lunch?”
“Sure,” she stood up and smiled. “What do you want?”
And why would someone dress like that? She looked like she had crawled out of a grave. Maybe she HAD crawled from a grave! Sheldon squeaked as he pushed himself deeper into the couch cushions. Maybe she was a mind controlled zombie, and she was sent here by someone to take his brain.
People always wanted his brain.
“Aby?” he asked weakly.
“Yes darling?” she looked up from the book.
“Could I have sub herbal tea?”
“Uh-huh,” she put the book down, and when her back was turned, Sheldon sat upright to read the title. Lover Enshrined. He glanced at the back. Oh, another vampire romance novel. Well, everyone knew that zombies and vampires didn't get along.
Although some believed that vampires could control zombies. They were their little lackeys or whatever. Engineers would make good zombies, Sheldon thought as Amy turned around.
“Want honey in it?”
“Yes,” he pulled his legs up and settled the blanket in his lap. Amy handed him the mug. He waited to be ready to say it was too hot or too cold, but a sip told him it was the perfect temperature. And she had put in just the right amount of honey.
“My grandmother used to take it like that.” she smiled, a longing look in her eye. “Learned to make the perfect cup of tea from her.” she returned to the couch and picked her book back up.
“I'b terrible sorry for your hardship.” Sheldon sipped the tea and congratulated himself on the proper response. Amy just smiled and nodded.
“It's okay. I don't miss her so bad anymore.”
Well, zombies usually couldn't display human emotion the way that Amy could. So she might not be a zombie. Unless she was a particularly well crafted one. He cleared his throat and flicked on the television.
He flipped around until he landed on an episode of Spongebob Squarepants. With a grin, he sat back.
“Oh, goody. I was worried they had changed the schedule.” Amy looked up from her book.
“You like this? Not the History Channel or the Discovery Channel or anything?”
“Just because I'b intelligent doesn't bean I don't like cartoons.” Sheldon sniffed indignantly.
“Silly me,” Amy rolled her eyes. “But why do you like this one?”
“Because Squidward is just like be.” he blew his nose delicately into a Kleenex and tossed it into the trash can next to the couch. “He's all smart and bisunderstood and just wants to be left alone. But noooo, Spongebob and Patrick don't let that happen. My friends Raj and Howard are just like them.”
“And who is Leonard like?” Amy asked, curling her legs up under herself.
“Bister Crabby, I suppose. Can I have lunch?”
“Sure,” she stood up and smiled. “What do you want?”