Fist thing Sheldon Lee Cooper PhD felt when he woke up was pain. Every part of his body felt like it was burning and was going to explode. Suddenly, he was aware of loud beeping and random voices that surrounded him. Sheldon though he heard someone crying but all of it just added on the constant ringing in his ears, not making the slightest bit of sense. He did not have the courage to open his eyes; neither did he have the strength to. The air smelled of drugs, medical alcohol and blood. Although Sheldon wasn't exactly sure of how blood should smell like, since the closest thing he ever got to an injury was scraping his knee as a kid. After a few seconds, he was aware of how focused he was just on breathing, which now seemed like an extremely hard task. It felt like his lungs were drowning in huge pool of pudding. Pudding? Why did he think of pudding? His whole mind was a complete mess and the usually organized thoughts were now just a bunch of images all flooding his consciousness at once. It was incredibly hard to think too; Sheldon felt distracted and could not focus on a single subject. He thought that there is only one reasonable explanation for his sudden luck of clarity – he was on some kind of a drug, maybe painkillers. Well there were two as a matter of fact, but the thought sent shivers down the guy's spine. He could have suffered some kind of brain damage, but that was impossible... improbable. Sheldon still remembered all his formulas, his life and friends. He remembered the eighteenth digit of pi and who invented the train engine. His memory was still there, but the fact that Sheldon did not have amnesia did not mean anything. Quickly, Doctor Cooper dismissed the thought, but his brain kept pondering him with questions. If he was on painkillers, how come he still felt so much pain? Sheldon considered that he was over thinking this, which was probably a good sign. Realizing that the ringing and the pain in his head became much worse, he decided to stop trying to understand whatever was going on and rest.

As Sheldon was drifting away into his troubling sleep, images started to flood his mind. Attempting to piece together his memory, Sheldon started recalling the events of the day.

Leonard left for a date, or whatever it was, with Leslie Winkle and Sheldon was working away, sitting at his chair and typing the forty-second page of his research paper on the String Theory. At precisely 8:47 pm there was an extremely loud knock on the door. Leonard was home early and he seemed mad. That meant that his date with Sheldon's nemesis went badly. Sheldon could not help but smile: even though his best friend just blew it with yet another woman, Leslie was completely intolerable.

"It's open," Sheldon said without looking up from his laptop screen.

"Aww, isn't that sweet! We're getting such a warm welcome!" the physicist froze as he heard the unfamiliar voice speak. He heard the door being slammed shut and the locks turning.

Jumping up from the chair and backing away, Sheldon saw five random guys walking into his living room. One of them was holding Leonard, who seemed to be unconscious. Holding was a rather bad term for whatever the guy was doing – Leonard was partly lying on the floor and the man was pulling the short guy up by his hair. Sheldon's best friend practically looked like a ragdoll. A second later Leonard was thrown in to the corner of the living room landing with a loud thump.

"You know, we were planning on having some fun with your friend here, but you seem far more cute," the man who spoke before now was ridiculously close for Sheldon's comfort zone.

"Excuse me?" Sheldon started to panic and it did not help when he noticed a gun in his offender's hand.

"How about we make a deal here?" The man said with the most wicked grin. "A compromise if you will"

The man sounded intelligent but that did not bother Sheldon. He was confused, scared and on the verge of tears all at the same time. He heard the sofa being moved to block the door. All the people in the room were dressed in jeans and simple jackets. Strangely all of them had the exact same combat boots which Sheldon saw so many people wear this year. In fact, fashion always confused the young physicist. One of the strangers who had long black hair and was the only one to cover his face with a bandana sat down on the floor next to Leonard tying his hands with a rope. Everything was happening way too fast.

Sheldon felt like he was going to faint and taking the opportunity the man in front of him reached into Sheldon's pant's pocket pulling out his cell phone. The next thing he knew, it was lying in pieces on the floor. For a brilliant scientist Sheldon felt incredibly stupid – the simple idea of calling 911 did not occur to him until it was too late.

"So how about this" The intruder threw his gun to one of his friends who now were done with their job of barricading the exit and sat on the now-moved sofa cleaning their nails with knifes. Knifes. Sheldon's heart sank to the bottom of his stomach. Now he was really scared.

"We" the man made a pause "are not going to hurt your friend here" a pause again "but you" he paused again, grinning "are going to a good boy and do whatever we say. Deal?" A slight chuckle escaped the man's lips.

Sheldon just stood there, his mind slowly wrapping around the situation. If he did not agree, they would probably hurt Leonard and him. Sheldon knew that he couldn't even win a fight against his twin sister. His chance against five armed men was below Penny's chances of getting a noble prize. Penny. Would they get her of he did not oblige? Everything was spinning inside Sheldon's brain as he considered the possibilities.

"Deal?" the man before him repeated again as Sheldon felt a cold blade touch his left cheek. He nodded slightly swallowing hard. What other choice did he have?

"Good boy" the man smiled and suddenly Sheldon felt agonizing pain and his perfect posture suddenly collapsed. He was now bent in half grasping his face. Blood was running down his fingers. The knife that a few seconds ago was just resting on his face now made a huge cut going from his left eye diagonally across the guy's face ending right above the right corner of his mouth. Tears were about to start flowing out of his eyes when Sheldon noticed that now he was surrounded by three other people, the guy with a bandana still sitting with beside Leonard.

"On your knees. Now."

The physicist did what he was told, still holding his face, not looking up. Sheldon could almost feel the smirk on the intruder's lips.

"Well, this is going to be a fun night"

Hey everyone. This is my very first fan-fic so thank you so much for sticking with me! I just felt like can't get enough of certain plots, so here I go writing my own :P I know this is far from perfect or even good so I would really appreciate if you reviewed, that would mean the world to me :3 I am open to all critiques and I promise I will do anything to improve. Being cheesy ftw. I'll update soon if anyone is actually interested: P Thank you ^0^