I know I said I was done with fan fiction but I couldn't resist this challenge. *Lynn
Rules for the challenge:
1. Can only be one chapter long.
2. Anything up to 2,500 words.
3. We must be able to recognise the characters.
Deadline is New Years Day 2016.
I have chosen to let you guess the movie.
Dialogue and references owned by their respective copyright holders.
The swinging light bulb played with shadows as two people sat in wooden chairs with leather seats.
Sheldon sat across from the blonde-haired woman, unsure of what was going on.
"I imagine, right now, you must be feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the rabbit hole?" the woman asked.
"You could say that," Sheldon replied.
"I can see it in your eyes." She cocked her head, a smile, razor thin, curled the corner of her lips. "You have the look of a whackadoodle who accepts what he sees because he is expecting to wake up."
"Accepts what?" Sheldon said, his brows furrowing.
"Your floundering career. Your so-called friends. Your infantilizing 'girlfriend'." Here she used air quotes with her fingers.
Sheldon frowned. "You're passing judgement on my life."
The woman leaned forward, the leather of her long jacket creaked deliciously.
"Can you tell me, Sheldor, why are you here?"
"You're Queen P, you're a legend," Sheldon said as he saw himself reflected in the round mirrored lenses of her sun glasses.
"Thank you," Queen P replied. "But I think we both know there's more to it than that. Do you believe in fate, Sheldor?"
"Because I don't participate in the mass cultural delusion that the Sun's apparent position relative to arbitrarily defined constellations and the time of my birth somehow affects the trajectory of my life," Sheldon sniffed. "My actions, my decisions are solely my own."
"Typical Taurus." Again, that smile that could cut glass. "Let me tell you why you are here. You are here because you have the gift."
"I have several, but go on."
Queen P nodded. "I've watched you, Sheldor. One of the great minds of the twenty-first century. You do not use a whiteboard like an experimental physicist. You use it like it was part of yourself. Resolving the black hole information paradox. Determining why electrons behave as if they have no mass when travelling through a graphene sheet. What you can do is not normal. I know. I've seen it. A beautiful mind genius guy." She smirked. "What you do is magic."
"Science is hardly magic," Sheldon countered.
"But it is, Sheldor. It is." Again Queen P leaned forward. "We are trained in this world to accept only what is rational and logical. Have you ever wondered why?" Sheldon shook his head. "As children, we do not separate the possible from the impossible which is why the younger a mind is the easier it is to free while a mind like yours can be very difficult."
Sheldon was curious. "Free from what?"
"From the Molaro."
Again Sheldon looked to her eyes, and again he was greeted by his own reflection.
"Do you want to know what it is, Sheldor?"
Sheldon swallowed before nodding his head.
"It's that feeling you have had since the anniversary dinner when you used the Spider-Man quote. That feeling that something was wrong with the world." Queen P's fingers came together, forming a steeple. "You don't know what it is but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad, driving you to me."
"What is it?" Sheldon breathed.
The chair creaked slightly as Queen P leaned back.
"The Molaro is everywhere, it's all around us, even here in this room. You can see it at work in your abandonment of string theory or on date nights which have supplanted Halo and Klingon Boggle. You feel it when you play the snuggle bunny in an impending carnal relationship. It is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth."
Sheldon was stunned. "What truth?"
"That you are a slave, Sheldor. That you have been kept inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison, taking your Beautiful Mind and bending it to its reality."
Sheldon scoffed. "That's not true. I have an eidetic memory. I would know if things were altered."
"Then perhaps you can tell me how you solved the black hole information paradox and yet now can't do the basic math in a paper you gave to Stephen Hawking? How you were smart enough to nearly singlehandedly defeat a team of geniuses at a physics bowl and now can't figure out a revolving door? How you were the foremost authority on loop quantum calculations at the university and authority on string theory and yet now a neurobiologist can make advancements in string theory that you can't?"
Outside the room the wind battered a loose pane of glass.
"Or perhaps you can enlighten me on how a Taurus becomes a Pisces?" Queen P said crisply.
Sheldon opened his mouth but he had nothing to say.
"I could tell you more, but really, you have to see the Molaro for yourself."
"Hold out your hands," Queen P said as she leaned forward. She dropped a red pill in his right hand. "This is your last chance. After this, there is no going back."
She put a blue pill into his left hand. "You take the blue pill and the story ends," she said. "You wake in your bed, and you believe what you have been living—a life as a dark matter professor who's in love with Amy Farrah Fowler."
The pills in Sheldon's open hands were reflected in Queen P's glasses.
"You take the red pill and you stay in Shennyland and I show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes."
Sheldon felt the smooth skin of the capsules as he pondered.
"Remember that all I am offering is the truth. Nothing more," Queen P simply said.
A moment and then Sheldon swallowed the red pill.
Queen P's Cheshire smile returned. "Welcome home, Moonpie."