There are an infinite number of realities out there according to Sheldon Cooper. In one, he may not dance, but he does listen to music. Specifically, he listen to the music played by DJ Queen P.

It was her voice that first caught his attention. He was home for a visit and he could hear his mom and sister arguing in the living room. So he tuned into the first station he found on the radio and tried to drown them out. She called herself Queen P. She played an eclectic mix of music. A bit of country, a bit of rock, even a few oldies. She had a soft voice that seemed to beg you to pay attention. It was soothing, alluring, and (he would eventually admit) utterly sexy.

The first night he listened to drown out the volatile dispute between his mother and sister. The second night he listened because he want to hear her voice again.

Even after researching her online, he knew next to nothing about her. He was positive he could find out what he wanted to know, but he hesitated to do so after reading the bio on the radio station's website. Unlike the bios for the other radio personalities, there was no picture of Queen P. No personal info, not even a face book page, or blog link. All her bio said was "Queen P is grateful for each and every fan. She hopes that they will understand that she values her privacy very much. She hopes the fans will extend to her the courtesy of allowing her to remain in the shadows of radio."

What he did know was that her program was carried by stations all over the west coast. She broadcast out of Los Angeles on Friday and Saturday nights from 10pm until 4am. She never took calls or had guests on her show. You could send an email to the station to request a song, and maybe she would play it, maybe she wouldn't. She played three songs and then there was either a commercial break, or she would talk for a few minutes.

Most often when she talked, it was about life. Growing up on a farm, getting started in radio, living in California, and going to college. He wasn't sure where she was attending, but he knew from her show that she was just taking random classes. Sometimes she talked about a paper she was working on, or something she had just learned. She never gave any personal information, keeping everything she said fairly general, but he felt like he was getting to know her anyway.

In the beginning, he had recorded her shows while he slept and played them back over the course of the week. But he eventually abandoned that practice. He much preferred to listen to her as she broadcast. It made him feel connected to her. And he had developed a need for that connection.

The door opened and his roommate and friends walked in. Even after 4 years it was still a bit strange to him that he had friends. He was very glad some days that he took a chance on Leonard.

"Looks like we're finally getting a new neighbor," Leonard said as he set out the containers of food.

Sheldon frowned as he took his spot on the couch. "Yes, I heard the noise from across the hall. I saw two large men carrying in boxes. They are quite noisy. I am already typing up a complaint to management about how loud they are."

Howard rolled his eyes. "Those guys are just the movers, Sheldon. They aren't the one moving in. The new tenant is a woman."

Sheldon quirked an eyebrow at him. "What makes you think that?"

"Well, there's the two boxes of carebears, for one. The fluffy pink pillows, for another. Besides, Leonard asked them."

Sheldon looked at Leonard with surprise. "That was quite insightful of you, Leonard. Well done."

Leonard rolled his eyes. "So glad you approve," he muttered.

Sheldon took a bite of his dinner and looked sideways at his friend. "I don't suppose you asked the name and occupation of the new tenant?"

Leonard sighed. "No, I didn't why?"

Sheldon gave him a look of exasperation. "How else are we to discover if our new neighbor is a tap-dancing, maraca player who has a tendency to practice at night?" The guys rolled their eyes, knowing there was no use arguing with Sheldon.

She was a blonde waitress with a tendency to believe in hokum. She was inane, bubbly, and gorgeous. Her only goal in life seemed to be her desire to become an actress, which in his opinion, was a shallow pursuit. Sheldon wanted nothing to do with her. Leonard fell madly in love with her instantly.

Sheldon set his cup of tea on the bedside table and slipped his headphones on. He desperately needed to hear Queen P's voice. All week he had listened to Leonard moon over how beautiful Penny was and how they were destined for each other. Or he had listened to Leonard moan about how Penny now seemed to avoid them after Sheldon had cleaned her apartment.

"Hello, my dear Nightowls. It's been a long week. I don't know about you, but I really need to unwind. Let's get started with something a bit mellow tonight. Here's some soothing jazz from the Dave Holland Quintet entitled Candlelight Vigil. So kick back, close those peepers and let the music carry you away."

Sheldon relaxed against his headboard and, for the millionth time, tried to imagine what she looked like. She had a bit of Midwest in her voice so he pictured chestnut curls and big blue eyes. He placed a smattering of freckles across her nose and a pair of pale pink lips. His eyes popped open with frustration as the image turned into golden blonde locks, hazel eyes and a mischievous smile.

He closed his eyes again and once more tried to build up the image he wanted. Almost immediately Penny's form took over again. Sheldon groaned with frustration. Penny kept intruding! His chaotic neighbor had no business invading his relaxation time!

"Drift Away" began to play and he frowned. He knew Queen P's play lists very well. There were certain songs that indicated her moods. This was one she played when she was upset. He could be fairly certain that at some point in the night he would also hear Evanescense and Saving Abel. He wondered what had happened to make her angry. Just one more song and he would hear her voice again.

Penny sipped her coffee and leaned back in her chair. She thought back over her week and wondered what the most annoying part had been. Playing the ditz for her new neighbors, that one of them had snuck in while she was asleep to clean, or the way the short one treated her?

She had no interest in dating. Especially not after the way she and Kurt had ended. His cheating had cut her deeply. His abuse had hurt even more. He had been her first serious boyfriend. For three years they had been together. That relationship had shattered her confidence. The last thing she wanted or needed was infatuated neighbors.

Not that playing the ditz had worked. As soon as she had seen their work, she had screwed up. She had admired it without thinking. She was no genius, but even she knew how impressive it was. Luckily, she had shaken herself out of her awe quickly and tried to put them both off by acting one-dimensional. She had hoped they would lose any interest once they thought she was stupid.

Turns out, Leonard didn't care. He only saw her outer appearance and didn't care about her mind. She had noticed a definite cooling on Sheldon's part, so it wasn't a complete failure. And the way she had told them off for being in her apartment may have sealed the deal as far as the taller one was concerned.

She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She needed a distraction from home. Bernadette, her producer, was gone to get them some coffee and snacks, so she was all alone and likely to be for at least 30 minutes while Bernie flirted with the guys at the coffee shop. An idea flittered through her mind and she chewed her bottom lip.

"She Will Be Loved" was coming to a close so she set up the next trio of songs and leaned in close to the mic.

"Okay, Nightowls. As any of you regulars know, when I enter the booth, I take the phone off the hook. I never take calls, because I find it distracting and well, to be honest, I have a tendency to be greedy. I play what I like and while I hope you find it enjoyable too, I'm too miserly to allow anyone else to share my time slot. Tonight, though, I'm going to turn this over to you. I'm placing the phone back on the hook. So, give me a call. Make a request. If I have it, I'll play it. The number is….wait a minute. I've never taken calls before so…okay, it's 555-8255. Come on, my pretties. Tell me what you want to hear. That number is 555-8255."

Sheldon gasped and reached for his phone quickly. He paused a moment and wondered if he really wanted to do this. Actually speak to the woman he spent so much time fantasizing about. After four years of only listening to her on the radio it seemed almost…intimate. He took a deep breath and dialed.

I while back I took a break from this fandom because I was disheartened by the downward spiral the show began in season 5 and has continued into the present. It was almost impossible to write anything that I felt happy about posting. This story was one I started a long time ago and then forgot about. While trying to retrieve my files from a dying computer I found it again and realized that I still had at least one more story in me for Penny and Sheldon.