GUESS WHO'S BACK!

No, not Hitler (obscure reference lel) but ME! WRITING AGAIN!

Thank you to everyone that didn't give up on me. And this story. This story will be completed.

Chapter Four: The Sofa Complex

"WE ARE NOT IN A TV SHOW!" The Doctor yelled, pressing one hand to his forehead as he looked around the room. "Clara, we are simply... In a living room, this is not some stupid television show that you enjoy watching for some stupid reason-"

"Excuse me!" Sheldon glared, standing back up. Leonard decided to hide behind the TARDIS, which was still neatly parked behind the sofa. "I am not in a television show, thank you very much!"

The Doctor nodded at Sheldon, before turning Clara, gesturing at the tall man with one wrinkled hand. "See!" he said, with a exasperated sigh. "Clara, even the preying mantis knows that this isn't a television show! Honestly..."

Leonard slowly emerged from behind the TARDIS. "Sheldon," he said, with a notable glare in the direction of his flatmate. "Why don't you go across the hall and tell Penny that the Doctor and Clara are here?" he suggested, inwardly hoping that this would finally get his girlfriend to believe in the magic that was Doctor Who. How could Penny not like Doctor Who? That was like a human not liking chocolate milk!

"But Penny doesn't like Doctor Who." Sheldon said matter-of-factly, ignoring Leonard's pointed glare.

"Go and get Penny," Leonard glared.

Sheldon gave his roommate a look, before leaving the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him. The Doctor and Clara stood, awkwardly in the middle of the room, before Leonard hastily cleared his throat. "Ah, sit down," he said quickly, gesturing to the sofa and armchair, pulling a chair out from the desk for himself. "Um... I'm sorry about Sheldon..."

"Don't be," Clara said, with shining eyes. "It's great to meet you two! It really is-"

"What my companion is trying to say is that," The Doctor cut in quickly, slapping a hand over Clara's mouth. "Is that Sheldon is a complete and utter twat and we don't know why we're here."

Leonard opened his mouth, about to something, when the door slammed open again and a blonde woman walked in, mouth dropping open at the pair on the sofa. "WAIT, SHELDON'S NOT CRAZY!" she yelled, before whipping her phone out, snapping a picture of the two.