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Crack
Title: Too Much Information
Author: zeto
WC: 550+
All in all, it had been a fairly ordinary, typical day for Sheldon. He'd gotten up at his usual, watched Doctor Who on the telly while consuming a bowl of Big Bran. Leonard had risen shortly after, and the two had gone about their usual routine.
They'd gone in to work, had lunch with Howard and Raj in the cafeteria at their usual table without inadvertently coming onto strange, if handsome, men, and then gone about their merry ways, finishing up another productive day at Caltech. Well, productive for him anyway. He wasn't certain if the others managed to accomplish much and he knew Howard hadn't gotten anything done. After all, the man didn't even have a doctoral degree.
Leonard had driven him home at the end of their workday and he had spent a shirt while conversing with Amy Farrah Fowler. She'd relayed an amusing anecdote about crazy honey badgers, and if Sheldon were a Harry Potter fan, he would have had a new-found respect for Hufflepuffs. As it was, he just hoped he'd never run into one of those animals anytime soon.
Dinner had been a quiet affair as Raj had been called away to a conference and Penny apparently had a hot date with some guy she'd accidentally spilled a dish on at the Cheesecake Factory at lunchtime. The man somehow had been charmed instead of churlish when she'd begun to apologize and had insisted in taking her out to dinner to make up for it.
Sheldon, of course, didn't see what the man had to make up for. After all, he'd been the wronged party. But it meant a Penny-free evening and Sheldon was all for that.
Yes, all in all, it had been a nice, normal day.
Until Sheldon received a text shortly before his bedtime. He'd just changed into his jammies, the red ones since it was a Monday night, brushed and flossed his teeth and had been about to slide under the covers when his cell phone had gone off, making that familiar little noise. The phaser-sound he'd set his incoming-text tone to.
He'd checked his messages and found a text from Howard, opening it up to read it.
And that was all it had taken to ruin a perfectly good day. One hundred and seventy-nine characters. Three periods. One comma. Such a tiny little thing, really. But with such far-reaching consequences.
It was kind of tragic, really. Howard "Ham-Fisted" Wolowitz, though not a doctor like the rest of the gang, had become something of a friend to Sheldon. Despite his unusual obsession with quirky belt buckles, his numerous failed attempts to woo Penny and his sister Missy, Sheldon thought he might actually miss the shorter man.
He shook his head, tsking.
There really wasn't any other option. Nope. It looked like murder was his only choice left.
And really, if anyone asked, it was Howard's fault in the first place.
After all, no one would fault him for taking revenge for being the wrong recipient on the end of a drunken text that should have gone to Bernadette, correct?
Especially when aforementioned text included something along the lines of Howard mentioning that he'd be bringing the chocolate syrup over for some “fun times tonight” and that he “couldn't wait to see that sexy little outfit, the one with the lace and garter belt”.
There really was such a thing, Sheldon decided, as too much information.