This is my very veryyyy first fan fiction. Like ever. Soo, naturally, I decided to make it about my favourite show and my favourite characters. Please let me know what you think! Thanks, guys!

He tossed and turned in his chilly blue sheets. He looked at the clock. 3:48.

Ugh.

Sleep eluded Leonard more often than naught. However, on the bright side, those dark demented thoughts came to him at night. He was well enough during the day with work and Sheldon, oh, Sheldon, keeping him distracted. But not at night. At night he was left to his own twisted mind. It was just him and his rather sadistic imagination.

It's not that the sick images repulsed him. Quite the opposite, actually. He enjoyed closing his eyes and seeing a pathetic, terrified Sheldon bound by the wrists..

He bit his lip at the thought..

He relished the muffled grunts, groans, and whines he heard escaping from Sheldon's hoarse throat and through the tightly wadded up lump of fabric in his mouth..

He smiled and shoved his hand down his boxers..

He savored the soft silver glint shining off the tools and instruments splayed haphazardly on the bed and across the floor..

He began tugging and squeezing himself..

*knock-knock-knock* "Leonard.."

Leonard jumped out of his skin.

"What do you want, Sheldon?" he pulled his boxers back up over himself, grabbed his glasses, and sat up.

*knock-knock-knock* "Leonard.."

Leonard crawled unwillingly out of his bed, put on his robe, and opened the door.

"I said what Sheldon!"

"I'm sorry, Leonard..." his eyes never leaving the floor.. "I.. I had a dream, er.. a nightmare, rather and I came to the sudden and unfortunate conclusion to come tell you about it lest I forget it's social and emotional significance seeing as you're the closest thing I have to.. well.. a real friend.. I suppose.. and I uh.. uh..."

"Well, spit it out, okay? What is it?" Leonard felt his face grow hot. He felt angry that his thoughts were interrupted.

I'm sure there was nothing outside your door and I'm sure Meemaw hasn't died. Jesus Christ, this guy..

His anger faded instantly as he noticed Sheldon's slender hands trembling and the stuttering.. when did Sheldon stutter? He looked up at his lowered face and saw what looked like a sad, red, puffy eyed Sheldon. Tears seemed to be lingering on his eyelashes regardless of the effort he'd apparently made of washing his face.

"Sheldon, have you been crying?" He didn't make eye contact. He started picking at his fingernails. He suddenly felt nervous and embarrassed for asking.

"Yes. I'm sorry Leonard, I didn't want to wake you. I.. I can tell you in the morning if you'd rather have this conversation then. I shouldn't have.. I'm sorry. Goodnight, Leonard." Sheldon turned around and headed back across the hallway. Leonard started after him. He reached out to stop him-

"Sheldon, listen, if it was enough to make you this upset, I'd rather you tell me now.."

Sheldon turned to face his roommate and tucked his head further into his chest. "Listen, I'm sorry I woke you, please, we can speak in the morning"

"No, I'm telling you, it's okay. I was awake anyway and.."

"You were already awake?" Sheldon raised his head in alarm, "Is something the matter? Your facial expression doesn't indicate sadness or any sort of sign of distress.. Would you like some tea?"

Leonard was taken aback. Sheldon, amidst an apparent inner struggle to say something, immediately turned his focus onto him in the blink of an eye.

"Sheldon, I'm fine. I just couldn't sleep. What was your nightmare about? It wasn't involving you and the Nobel prize, again? Because I've told you, just because the Dementors stole it in your dream doesn't mean-"

"I'm quite aware that this is reality and my dreams are not, however, that is *still* a terrifying image for one to conceive, Leonard, and no, I did not have that horrendous vision of a nightmare!"

Leonard couldn't help but smile. Yes, his closest friend was the strangest and most OCD human alive, but the fact that he had such rudimentary dreams made him almost laugh out loud.

"Leonard, I don't know what you find so amusing. I need to tell you.. well, I need to tell you that I've dreamt about you and that's all I'm going to say."

Leonard didn't know what he meant by that, but it was still a shocking thought to have crossed his mind. Sure, he had dreams of Sheldon, but they were much darker and more frightening that anything he was sure Sheldon's subconscious could come up with.

"What do you mean you had a dream about me? I thought it was a nightmare, anyway. What, was I suddenly taller than you? Or wait, did *I* steal your Nobel prize?"

"No, Leonard, it was nothing like that. Don't be silly. You, stealing *my* Nobel prize. *snicker* Anyway, I'd rather not get into the details per say, I simply wanted to make you aware that not only do you torture me throughout the day, but you've managed to seep into my subconscious and torment me there as well. Goodnight, Leonard."

Tortured. Hah.

"Oh, okay. Sorry, I guess. Well.. goodnight, then, Sheldon."

They each disappeard from the dim hallway.

Leonard quietly shut his door behind himself and paused, leaning his head back against the door. He shut his eyes and tried to clear his swirling 4am mind.

It was nothing. Let it go. You need to sleep anyway.

He crawled back into bed, removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand. He stared at his clock.

Oh time, you heartless bitch.

4:03 coldly blinked at him. He flopped over on his back to stare at the ceiling. He tried to close his eyes and get some sort of sleep before the day's events tomorrow. It was an off day for him, but there was still many things he had to attempt to accomplish. He needed to go buy groceries, go to the pharmacy, order Penny's birthday gift..

Sheldon thinks *I* torture him..

The thought suddenly started working on his mind again. He began his sadistic nightly cycle over again in his head as he slowly drifted off to sleep.