annoyed sheldon



 So with all the proposal talk and the fandom speculation of when it would take place, we’ve all been a little impatient. Writers will keep on thinking of different scenarios about how it will happen. So while talking to my bestie @c-tbbt-grokite, and I sorta went into a frenzy and flooded her with an idea of a Shamy proposal - so without further ado, here’s me not working and writing one of my Shamy proposal ideas instead. Listen to the song, cos I was listening while writing the latter part of this one-shot. 😊-


Leonard and Sheldon were in 4A, playing Mass Effect on PlayStation. Amy and Penny went out to do some shopping for Leonard’s upcoming birthday party. Leonard still didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, but his wife was not having any of it. She wanted to throw him a party, feeling that there’s still a lot of catching up for him to do in the birthday celebration department.

The duo have been trying to get past a certain level but Sheldon keeps getting killed. A very unusual occurrence to Leonard since the man hates losing. After his character died for the third time, Leonard paused the game and turned to face his friend.

“So much for calling dibs on Commander Shepard. That’s the third time you’ve been blasted in the chest. Something bothering you?” Leonard asked.

Sheldon didn’t even hear him, he was just staring at the TV screen, unblinking. Leonard peered over his glasses to look at his friend better.

“Sheldon?” he tried calling him, but didn’t get a reaction. “Sheldon!” he tried again, speaking a little louder than necessary.

“What? Where’s Scott?!” Sheldon yelled, pressing the buttons on his controller. Realizing that the game was paused, he looked down at his controller and then around. When his eyes landed on Leonard, he blinked a few times and frowned.

“Why did we stop?” Sheldon asked, pointing his hand holding the controller, at the TV.

“You’re not yourself today. You keep missing the enemy, you’ve been using the wrong guns for the wrong characters to shoot, what’s going on?” his friend asked back.

“Nothing,” Sheldon said.

“Really? Nothing? So you just feel like getting shot by a launcher today?” he asked Sheldon, sarcastically.

“No!” Sheldon replied, rolling his eyes at his best friend.

“What is it then? Do you want to put on another game?” Leonard tried again.

“Nothing and no,” Sheldon answered.

“Not buying it buddy. Come on, you know you can tell me,” Leonard pleads. Knowing Sheldon, he rarely gets distracted. And when the man gets distracted, that means there’s something important in his mind.

Sheldon considered Leonard’s offer to confide in him, whatever it is that’s been bugging his mind. Hard as he might try, he still wasn’t the best at hiding secrets. And while he wanted the whole thing to be a surprise, he kind of wanted to let his bestfriend know about this particular one.

Biting his lower lip, he closed his eyes and drew a long breath. He looked at Leonard for a few seconds. Finally, he spoke.

“Okay. I will tell you something, but you have to promise that you’re not going to tell anyone, especially Penny.” He said, raising one brow and looking at his friend expectantly.

“Well, I mean she’s my wife…” Leonard started, but Sheldon looked at him with  more intensity that  he felt just how much the man needed to hear his promise to keep whatever it is that he was about to say.

“Okay, okay. Not a single soul!” Leonard promised, raising his right hand next to his head.

“Very well… If you must know, I…”


“I, well…”

“Oh for god’s sake, Sheldon what is it?” Leonard spat.

“Alright, alright! Sheesh! I’ve decided to ask Amy’s hand in marriage.” Sheldon rushed out, looking at his friend, gauging his reaction.

“Really? Well that’s great! When? Where? Have you thought about what you’re going to say?” Leonard started firing questions, making Sheldon uncomfortable.

“Hold it right there Leonard! I know you’re my best friend and that these things are normally something that can be shared with said friend,” he said, using air quotes. “That’s all that I can tell you. I want this to be a surprise, so I cannot, will not divulge any more details. Knowing how Penny can be very persuasive, I think it’s better if I keep specific details of this proposal to myself, lest you let slip that I will be asking Amy to marry me.”

While Leonard wanted to know more about his plans, he can’t deny what Sheldon just said. Trying to calm down, he shook his head a little and steadied himself.

“Okay, I’m sorry. I won’t ask you any more questions. But I’m really happy for you. This is a big step you’re about to take. How do you feel about this decision?” Leonard asked.

“Well… First I started listing the pros and the cons of asking Amy to marry me, but the more I thought about things that I can put under con, I started realizing that I no longer have any reasons to delay getting married to her. I love her, she loves me. We live together. We’re practically married already, but you know, actually getting married is different. Although I could argue with a judge about how our relationship agreement is better than a marriage contract…” Sheldon spoke, saying the last part with the usual air of smugness.

“Well, congratulations in advance. I know she wouldn’t be able to say no to you. She loves you very much.” Leonard assured him.

“I know,” Sheldon answered, staring off into the air, staring at something that only he can see.


Amy was at the lab, finishing a report that was due on Friday. She was still in her lab coat and was transcribing her observation when she heard a knock. She was surprised to see Sheldon standing in the doorway, looking like he was ready to go home. She checked her watch to confirm the time. It was just past two in the afternoon. She stood and walked up to her boyfriend, at the same time, Sheldon went in to meet her inside the room.

“What brings you here, Sheldon? And what’s with the bag?” Amy asked, quickly following up with, “Please tell me you’re not sick again? You just got over that fever three weeks ago!”

Sheldon puts his index finger up to her lips before she could say another word. He started shaking his head while his eyes were closed. Opening his eyes again, he removed his finger and stared down at her.

“I’m not sick. And believe me, if I were, I wouldn’t go all the way here just to let you know. You’d hear from me through phone before you see me,” he began. “I have my bag with me because we’re going home.”

Amy was about to protest and point out that she still has work to do but Sheldon held up his hand to make her stop, so she did.

“No. I’m not asking you to drive me home. I know you are working before I got here, but I already spoke to the head of your department. I asked for us to have the rest of the week, off. So grab you things so we can go home and pack. Oh and we need to go to the mall first to buy a few supplies.”

“Pack? Week off? Okay, hang on. What is happening?” Amy asked in one breath.

“I will explain, only if you start moving. We’re on a tight schedule and you’re not going to cause any kind of delay.”

Amy looked at him through squinted eyes, but decided to let it go. She started putting away her things and getting out of her coat.

It was still dark when they finally got all their bags in the car, Sheldon told her about how there was an event happening at the California State Railroad Museum and that he got passes and a great place to stay. Since his vacation days need to be used this year and they had no other planned trips, he decided to make this one.

Leaving out the part about asking her to marry him, Sheldon pretty much said everything else there is to know about how they’re spending the next few days.

“So let me get this straight. You’re dragging me into this forced vacation just so you can attend another train-related event?” Amy asked, a little annoyed that Sheldon didn’t even ask her in advance about the trip when apparently, he already knew about it about a month ago.

“I’m sorry, I forgot.” Sheldon lied, looking away to hide his tick.

“You forgot? A man with an eidetic memory, forgot about a trip that involves trains?” Amy asked again.

“That’s possible. Things slip my mind sometimes you know.”

“I’m sure that’s true,” she answered sarcastically. “I just hope you gave me an advance notice.”

Amy was about to go around the car to get in the driver’s side when Sheldon moved to block her. She looked up at him questioningly.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“In the car, to drive, where else?”

“No. Not this time, little lady. I’m driving for a change. Keys?” He told her, watching her expression change from confused, then surprised. He smirked in satisfaction, clearly getting the reaction that he was expecting from her.

“Are you serious?” Amy asked, still a little shocked from his revelation.

“Absolutely. Now, keys?” he asked again.

She couldn’t speak, but she managed to hand over the keys to his waiting hand. This was something beyond special in her opinion. Sheldon never drives. For anyone. That one time that he did, he did because it was an emergency. So for him to willingly offer, no, decide to drive – not to mention for a long trip – she felt really touched.

Smiling like a little girl, she was about to get in through the passenger’s side when Sheldon stopped her again. Without a word, he opened the door and motioned for her to get inside. She nodded in courtesy and did as instructed. She watched from inside the car as her boyfriend circled the car to get to the other side. He slid inside the car and smiled at her.


“Ready when you are,” she answered.

This may have been a mistake… Amy thought as they slowly blended into traffic. It took Sheldon twenty minutes before deciding that he was absolutely ready to start their road trip. Checking everything from the tightness of their seatbelt, to every mirror, to setting up his phone’s GPS. Pretty much anything that he deemed is something that needs to be checked and double checked before leaving.

“Light traffic is expected for the next fifty miles. We’re off to a good start.” Sheldon mused while focusing his gaze on the road ahead.

Amy stared at him. She grew a little impatient during his safety check and he seems oblivious to how she’s feeling right now. Shaking off her annoyance at how ridiculous his preparedness can get sometimes, she tried to engage in a lively conversation with her boyfriend. She only kept getting short answers from him until he tells her that he needs his full focus on driving.

“I don’t think it’s wise to distract the driver,” Sheldon said. “We’ll have plenty of time to talk when we get there.”

“Fine,” she replied. “It’s not like you’re driving like a normal person,” she added, whispering the words.

“Sorry, what?” he asked, barely glancing at her, then looking back at the road.

“Nothing. I’ll just put on my headphones and try to get some sleep. Is that, okay?” Amy asked.

“We’ll I would rather have you awake in case I have any questions, but alright.”

Amy was slowly getting lulled into sleep by the soft jazz music that she was listening to, when she felt like the car was moving slower and slower. She opened her eyes just when the car was at a full stop. She looked around to see why Sheldon decided to stop but she couldn’t figure out why.

“Sheldon? What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Just testing the brake, making sure they’re perfectly working. Also, the light’s red.” He answered by pointing a finger at the traffic light.

The light was indeed red, but they were at least four cars away from the line. And there were no cars around them either. Looking at the dashboard, the clock says 5:42am.

“Sheldon, are you sure you want to drive all the way to Sacramento?” she asked.

“Yes. I can drive and I will get us there. The matter is not open for discussion.”

The light turned green and Sheldon excitedly started to drive again. Excitement might be his expression, but his thirty miles per hour certainly is not reflecting it.

This is going to be a long trip…  Amy thought, resting her head against the car seat and computing their travel time if Sheldon sticks to this speed. If you can even call it speed.

Their projected travel time from Pasadena to Sacramento was at least six hours; however, they’re not even halfway through and it was already past eleven. Amy was able to sleep for the last three hours and was now munching on a packed sandwich. She offered some to Sheldon but he refused, saying it wasn’t in his schedule as the driver to eat, yet.

“But all you had before we left was a toast and a cup of tea. I admire your determination right now, but there’s no need for you to starve yourself.” Amy told him.

“Amy, I’m not hungry. Lunch is not till noon. I can wait.” He snapped at her.

She was taken aback. Sheldon, realizing he said the words a little harshly, pulled to the side of the road.

“I’m sorry. I was just… I didn’t mean to bark at you. I just. I didn’t expect it would take me this long to get there.”

“Really? Because, you know, you haven’t gone over thirty-five since…” Amy started but Sheldon frowned at her. She held up her hands defensively. “Okay, I’m sorry. But don’t you think you can drive a little faster? Just maybe forty or forty-five. You’re doing great so far, but if you could maybe step it up a little, then we can get there faster.”

“I know that. But I’m worried the adrenaline rush that will follow if I increase the acceleration will be too much for me to handle. I wouldn’t want us to get into an accident because of me,” he confessed, looking down at the steering wheel.

“Okay. I understand. You’ll eat when it’s time to eat. Let’s get back on the road,” she said, letting go of the matter. She didn’t want to upset him further. She knows him and when he wants something done, he will do whatever it takes to accomplish it on his own.

“Thank you,” he replied curtly and started down the road again.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence. During lunch, Sheldon barely spoke to her. She didn’t realize just how much driving was taking out on him. He looked frustrated and tired. Amy tried to offer to drive the rest of the way but he quickly dismissed her.

It was a few minutes past five, and according to the GPS, they still have at least a hundred miles ahead of them. He was still focused on the task at hand and Amy was listening to a lecture on Biophysics, trying anything to keep herself busy.

The couple was startled when the engine started making a noise. Sheldon stopped, the car grumbled one more time and then puffs of smoke started emitting from under the car’s hood. They looked at each other and then back at the now smoking hood of Amy’s car.



“You checked everything, right?”

“Yes,” he answered, trying to swallow hard, but his mouth felt dry.



“Brake fluid?”




“Sheldon!” and with that, she got out of the car to check under the hood. Sure enough, the breakdown was caused by overheating.

“Open the trunk, Sheldon,” she asked from outside, starting to walk to the back of the car.

Sheldon was just staring ahead. It doesn’t even look like he heard her. Amy walked to his side of the car to see why the trunk was still locked.

She’s seen this before. Sheldon was in the zone. But this was a different kind of zoning out. He looked horrified and… sad. Like a kid realizing that he did something bad and that he was about to be grounded. She went inside the car and turned the engine off so it will cool down. Sheldon barely moved when she asked him to get his hands off the steering wheel.

“Sheldon?” she asked, trying to get him to come back. She tried again, taking one hand into hers. Nothing.

“Sheldon, talk to me? It’s okay. You forgot. We just need to let the engine cool down, and then pour some water and we’ll be fine,” she tried to reassure him, stroking the back of his hand gently.

He took his hand back and looked away. Amy was a bit hurt by his action, but she knows he was upset.

“This was not a part of the plan. Actually, none of this, the extended driving hours, the car breaking down, none of this was a part of my plan!” he exclaimed, not looking at her.

“It’s not your fault. This was your first time driving and –“

“Not my fault? Amy this is all my fault!”

“Sheldon, I understand that this I your first time driving because you want to and I can’t tell you just how proud I am of you for wanting to take this step. Just like everything else in our relationship, you don’t have to – “

“No, Amy! Today, this trip, was supposed to be about you! About us!” Sheldon spoke, almost shouting now.

“Sheldon calm down! What do y –“

“I was supposed to drive you to a beautiful place, we were supposed to have fun on this trip and not have you deal with a cranky Sheldon because he thought he was confident enough to think that he can drive with ease! And then we were going on a train trip and by midnight I was going to ask you to marry me because it will be our seventh anniversary and we’ll be in a train car that I asked to be decorated with a theme based on your love for Chaucer! But nooo, you –‘

“What?!” she practically shouted in surprise.

Sheldon’s brows furrowed and he stared at her. In the midst of his diatribe, he didn’t realize that he’d let slip the most important event of their trip. Realization slowly dawned on him and he looked at her, looking at him with shock all over her face.

“You were… You were going to ask me…” Amy tried to speak, but she couldn’t finish the question.

Sheldon berated himself internally for revealing his proposal to his girlfriend. They were still a few hours away from Sacramento, they were in the middle of the road, with no one around. He scanned their surroundings. They were in the middle of a road with a mountain view on either side. Amy knows, so there was no point waiting any longer. He drew a breath and let it out. He looked at her for a second and stepped out of the car.

Amy was confused by his actions. He went around to her side and opened the door. Looking up at him, she wished that he would just say something. And he did.

He held out his hand for her to take and said, “Come with me.”

She took his hand and stepped out to follow him. Sheldon looked around to see if there were any cars coming. Luckily, there were none. He reached for her other hand and held each with his own. Amy was practically hyperventilating at this point.

“Sheldon –“She started but he shook his head to stop her from speaking.

“Let me do this, please.” He begged with solemn eyes.

“Amy… I wanted this to be special because it was you. I wanted to drive for you, take you to a romantic dinner in a beautiful place like other guys do. But I guess conventional has never been our thing,” he said with a boyish grin. “You are one of a kind, and I believe there will never be another, more suited for me in this lifetime, in this universe. And I know this is just formality but I want you to be mine in every possible way. I believe you deserve every experience a woman can have. We’ve been each other’s first on almost everything couple-related and while I won’t be your first fiancé because of that Arabian prince who funded your research,” he continued, rolling his eyes. “I want to be your last. More than that, I want to be another first, as your husband.

He looked at the ground, covered in dirt and stones, hesitant and then at Amy who looked amused, but who was also on the verge of tears. Finally, he took out a handkerchief and unfolded it on the ground so he could kneel.

“Amy Farrah Fowler,”

“This is really happening!”

“Sshh! Do you want me to do this or not?”

“I’m sorry. Go ahead.”

“Amy, we were two people who have been isolated from the rest of the world. That is until we found each other. From this day forward, you shall never walk alone. And when you love someone as much as I love you, getting married is the only thing left to do. So will you please marry me?” With that, he pulled a black box, with his grandmother’s ring.

“Hell yes!” Amy cried in happiness.

“Wha – Amy, mind your wor –“Sheldon tried to tell her off but her lips were already crushing his. It was a passionate kiss that spoke volumes. They wrapped each other in a tight embrace and only parted when they finally needed air. Sheldon took the opportunity to slip the ring on her finger.

Sheldon held her while she admired the ring. Tear-streaked face aside, he can’t remember seeing her this happy. Point, Cooper… he thought.

They both squinted as the sunlight hit their faces. They looked just in time to see the sun setting.

“One of a kind. Just like us,” Amy said, reaching up to kiss him gently.

“That we are,” he agreed, kissing her one more time.

“Alright, now didn’t you say you booked a room?” she confirmed, looking with sudden fierce in her eyes.

“Yes. Just a few miles near the museum. Why?”

“I’m driving, get in!”

“What – “

“Oh and fair warning, you’re in for a crazy night.” She said and winked at him. All he could do was smile at her antics. Crazy is fine. Weird is fine. She is Amy… She’s mine.

Change - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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This is kind of what I think will happen in the finale... Its different than I normally do.

Penny tries to assemble her face into a supportive one as she listens to Amy tell the story of her proposal yet another time. Her friend has only been engaged for week and she feels like she has already heard the story of Sheldon’s unexpectedly romantic proposal a hundred times.

It’s not that she’s not happy for Amy. She is ecstatic that her two closest friends in the world are finally getting married. Amy deserves all the happiness in the world. She is a saint for the way she is able not only to put up with Sheldon’s quirks, but love him for them. Sheldon has made Amy wait long enough and it’s about time he fully committed to her.

Only every time Amy gleefully recounted the proposal something clenched in Penny’s gut. Every time Amy flashed her antique engagement ring. Or found an excuse to tell a complete stranger that she was going to be married soon. A darkness flashed through Penny and she found herself faking smiles. Tuning Amy out so she wouldn’t have to hear the story one more time.

Right now they are at a fancy wedding boutique. Amy is retelling her tale to the stores owner whose job it is to listen with rapt attention. Bernadette is just encouraging her, she’s the one who made them come in here. Even though it’s way too soon to be shopping for a dress. They haven’t even set a date yet.

Penny wants to say this but they’ll just shoot her down and call her a buzzkill. At least the dress shop offers free champagne and she downs a glass as Amy tells the shop owner everything she has already heard. How the proposal was a surprise, she wants a November or December wedding. How she has been planning her wedding since she was a little girl.

When Leonard proposed Penny didn’t make such a fuss. She told the story maybe once to Bernadette and Amy. The people at barely knew she was engaged. Especially since most of the time she took her ring off for sales. Penny never once set foot in a dress boutique or made a gift registry. Two things Amy has already done in her first week of being engaged.

Part of her knows it’s because Amy is just a more organized person than she is. Everything Amy does is planned out. In her purse she has a little book of lists. Nothing makes Amy happier than checking an item off her list. Penny rolls her eyes thinking about how the second thing Amy probably did after being engaged after calling her was make a list of things she had to do now. Visit a dress store was probably on the list and Amy was dying to check it off.

“And then he said Amy Farrah Fowler would you be Amy Farrah Cooper.” Penny says stealing the best part of the story from Amy. It was a bitchy thing to do and both Bernadette and Amy give her dirty looks.

“How romantic!” the woman coos clasping her hand to her breast. “So what kinds of dress are you thinking?”

Penny pours herself another glass of champagne as they peruse the racks of dresses. Thinking of all the things she never did in her engagement to Leonard. The fact was she just had not cared at all. It didn’t matter to her what color dresses her friends wore, or what flowers were there. In fact she had not thought of the wedding at all until they eloped in Vegas. The second wedding to appease the parents had been pure Raj.

At the time she thought she didn’t think about those things because they didn’t matter to her. She was a low maintenance tom boy who didn’t spend her days dreaming about her wedding. Now as she watched Amy happily prepare for her wedding she thought it might be something more.

“Your fiancee certainly sounds like something else.” The shop owner says after listening to Amy gush about him for ages. “He must be the love of your life.”

“He is!” Amy agrees. “He the love of my life, my first love, my everything.” Amy tells her.

“You certainly are a very lucky girl.” The shop owner tells Amy and she just glows. Penny’s eyes roll into the back of her head and she grabs Bernadettes abandoned champagne flute and downs it. Then it hits her, that’s what has been bothering her.

Amy was marrying the love of her life. Marrying Sheldon was the culmination of everything Amy had wanted for the past seven years. Penny wasn’t even sure if marrying Leonard was the culmination of what she wanted that year.

Whenever people asked her if Leonard was the love of her life she thought of this Jennifer Aniston quote she read once. They asked her if Brad Pitt was the love of her life. Instead of saying yes she said “He’s a big love on my life sure.” Everyone thought she was so cold (until it came out Brad had been cheating with Angelina.) Penny knew how she felt though, did she love Leonard sure. However in ranking of the greatest loves in her life he wasn’t number one. Not by a long shot.

Leonard did not make her feel passionately like some her other boyfriends had. It had not been love at first or even second sight. Leonard was the kindest guy she had ever dated the most solid.

At a time in her life when she felt like everything was falling apart. It was apparent that being an actress was not in her cards. She was running out of savings and she couldn’t go back to The Cheesecake Factory .She knew Leonard would be able to put it back together again.

At the time it seemed like one of the first grown up decisions she had made in a long time. To marry a solid guy who could do things like balance a checkbook and do his own taxes. Leonard wasn’t the best looking guy she had been with. Nor was he the best in bed. It was like they said in the movie Trainwreck. You didn’t want to marry the best sex you ever had guy. Lehow he Leonard was good enough and he tried so hard. Leonard used to do little things all the time to show her how much he cared. Its how he had won her over. A million tiny gestures, that showed her what kind of guy he was.

Penny had figured that the rest would come after they go married. That she loved Leonard enough to be with him, it would be enough to marry him. Only it wasn’t, she found herself resenting everything about him. Everything he did annoyed her all the way down to way he breathed.

No Leonard wasn’t the love of her life. Lately she wasn’t even sure if she loved him anymore at all. He had stopped doing the little things that had won her over in the first place. It felt like he had done be everything he could do to win her over. Then once he had her he just stopped caring. He had won the prize so why continue playing the game. If she had married him for all the little things he did and he stopped doing them where did that leave them?

“Penny did you drink my champagne?” Bernadette hisses as her taking the flute from her hand. Then whispers even quieter. “How many of these have you had?”

“I’m fine.” Penny says annoyed.

Uu“Let Amy drive your car home.” Bernadette tsks.

Penny hands over the keys to Amy. They get in her car and Amy starts it up glancing over at Penny worried.

“Just spill it Amy.” She says.

“I’m worried about you.”


“You’ve just been really off lately.”

“I’m just… I’m just jealous okay?” Penny finally admits.

“Of me?” Amy asks surprised.


“Because, I got engaged?” Amy asks.

“It’s part of it.”

“You are married! Why are you jealous of me?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Try me.” Amy says annoyed.

“Okay so Sheldon is the love of your life right?”

“Of course, he’s the only man I’ve ever loved.”

“You can’t picture yourself with anyone else?”

“Even when we broke up. There was only him.”

“Okay so there it is…”

“There’s what?”

“I don’t feel that way about Leonard. At all… I thought at first that things would change once we got married. That all these feelings would just come. It’s been two years and nothings changed. If anything the little things I thought I loved about him have slipped away.”

“Penny… That’s not good…”

“I know, but what do I do? I can’t divorce him it will break his heart.” Penny says burying her face in her hands.

“I don’t know what you should do. I only know that you deserve happiness. That you should be as happy as I amy right now. Maybe you just need some space?”

“Space? How do I even get space?”

“Talk to Leonard, take a long vacation. Take some time to find yourself without Leonard. Then maybe things will be a little clearer.” Amy tells her pulling into a spot.

“You know I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.”

The nightmare paradox

For the last five days Sheldon couldn’t sleep. Whatever he tried, drinking a glass of warm milk, watch TV and even read a unbelievable dull geology book. It didn’t help. Moreover when he finally slept he had very bad dreams which made him wake up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep.
“Sheldon?” Amy sounded irritated. “Sheldon are you asleep?”
Very slowly he opened his eyes. “Well I obviously was until you decided to wake me.” Sheldon said annoyed. He was finally able to sleep and his girlfriend has the nerve to wake him.
Amy shook her head. He suddenly sat up. “Amy what are you doing in my room?”
Now Amy looked confused. “Sheldon we are at my place. Today is date night.”
He finally opend his eyes fully. Amy was right. The lack of sleep did this to him. He hasn’t slept on a dining table since his mother made him go to church after he had been up studying all night. “Oh my.” Sheldon sat up straight. “I am sorry. That is by no means socially acceptable.” He cleared his throat. Amy looked concerned. “What happened? You were taking about the benefits of knowing every restaurant we eat at when you just.” She paused and shook her head. “You just fell asleep in the middle of your sentence.” Amy carefully touched his hand. “Should I be worried?” He pulled his hand away quickly. It was bad enough what had happened tonight. He didn’t need her pity. “I am fine Amy. I just haven’t been sleeping well lately.” Amy got up to make them some tea. Even though she was very hurt by Sheldon pulling away from her touch she was worried about him. Sometimes she forgot that they still didn’t have a physical relationship with touching and kissing that wasn’t part of a contract. “Well have you tried counting sheep?” Amy asked to distract herself. Sheldon yawned. “I prefer to count catwomen.” Amy wanted to laugh but a part of her didn’t let her. Somehow this situation was very serious. “However Amy I think I should leave. Sorry for the inconvenience. I would have really enjoyed to tell you more about why we can only eat in restaurants I’ve already been to. But I have to go home and sleep.” Amy put two cups of steaming tea on the table. “I don’t think so Sheldon. You are not going to leave till we figure out what leads to your sleep problem.” Sheldon knew he had no chance to persuade her. “So.” Amy blew in her cup. “When did the sleeping problem first occur?” Sheldon looked into his tea trying to remember. “I believe the nightmares started approximately a week ago.” Amy nod. “And what happened that week?” Sheldon looked at her suspiciously. “I hope you are not doing any psychological analysis to me right now.” Amy looked at him with disbelief in her eyes. “Never.” She assured him. “Very well than.” Sheldon sipped on his tea before continuing. “Nothing special happend at work. Everything fine with Leonard and Penny aswell.“ Sheldon paused and looked around Amy’s apartment. “Oh yes. You were not here last week.” Amy was on a biology conference in Switzerland. “But I was only gone for three days. I bet you barely even noticed.” Amy looked at him. What could give him nightmares anyway? What is Sheldon Cooper afraid of. Other than her touch on days that are not her birthday. “What are your nightmares about anyway?” She asked curiously. Sheldon looked down at his hands. “The usual fears of most people. I get chased by giant birds and colleges at work don’t see how genius my newest projects are.” He stopped to look into her green eyes. “And most recently I’ve been dreaming about losing you again.” She wants to reach for his hand so badly it almost hurt. “You never have to fear that again. I promise.” As she said it she realised how true it was. Even if he would never want to love her physically she needed him. She wanted him in her life. Forever. He smiled at her and yawned. “I am glad you say that.” Very slowly his eyes shut and he starts snoring. Gently Amy stroked her boyfriend’s cheek. It gave her chills all over her body. How could she be that attracted to him? Out of nowhere Sheldon grabbed her hand. Still sleeping he puts a kiss on the inside of her palm. “I love you.” He whispered. Amy tried to hold back tears. Why couldn’t he do this when he was awake? She realised that Sheldon hadn’t stoped kissing her when he reached her shoulder. She tried not to moan. Still he had his eyes closed and still he mumbled how much he loved, cherished and adored her. When he reached her mouth she knew she had to wake him. Anything else would be wrong. Even though it felt so right. “Sheldon. You are.” She forbids herself to say ‘sleep kissing’ “sleep walking. Wake up.” Sheldon quickly woke up. Again being very confused. “Amy why is my hand on your thigh and the other one in your hair.” Sheldon asked with his sleeping voice that made Amy really regret waking him up. “You fell asleep again because you haven’t slept a lot the past week. And as soon as you were asleep you started kissing me.” She honestly told him. Sheldon got red. “Oh Amy. Dear lord. I am utterly sorry. I really have to leave now.” Amy wanted to tell him how much she liked it but she didn’t find the right words. When he closed the door from the outside she drinks the rest of her tea. What a night. ___________________________________________ 3 hours later there was a knock on her door. Amy turned the TV off and opend the door. Sheldon stood there. Apparently too tired to knock three times. His eyes were read and he wore his blue pjs. “Amy.” He knocks. “I can’t sleep.” Another knock. “It’s your fault.“ She crossed her arms. What did she do now? Sheldon continued. “Now I don’t have nightmares about you leaving me anymore.” He sighed. “I dream about kissing you and touching you. Everywhere.” Amy swallows hard after that information. “What are you doing to me Amy?” He sounded legitimate desperate. Instead of an answer she pulled his head down to her and kissed him. She kissed him with all the relief she felt that he did think about her that way. He wanted her. No better. He wanted to give it to her. Instantly Sheldon pressed her closer to his body. Kissing her back with a passion she thought was only reserved for her birthday. Soon his hands were all over her body and under her shirt. They both didn’t know how but both managed to close Amy’s apartmentdoor and get into her bedroom. Without breaking the passionate kiss once. Sheldon grabbed Amy’s butt and lifted her up a little before lying her on the bed. Looking at her he licked his lips. “How is it possible that you are even better than my wildest dreams?” He asked her. Amy grinned at him and pulled her blouse over her head. “Let’s find it out.” Sheldon never slept this good in his entire life. The only negative affect was that, from this day on, he needed Amy to go to sleep. Something she could definitely be more unhappy about.

Shamy as teens part 4 (The Superlative Chemistry)

Missy was walking down the hallway at school on her way to heath class.While walking she saw something that caught her eye. The unmistakable head and shoulders of her brother walking ahead of her. Sheldon did not have any classes in the hall she wondered what he was doing down here. Then she sees him pause in front of a classroom and wait until his girlfriend comes out. He smiles at her and takes her hand. Then they turn and walk hand in hand down the hall together.

“Oh my god!” Her friend Kimberly gasps beside her. “Was that your brother holding hands with a girl.”

“Yeah, he has a little girlfriend now.” Missy tells her laughing. Thinking how cute it was to see her brother holding hands with Amy. Things must be getting serious for him to show public affection and change how he walked to and from class.

“I didn’t think he liked girls..” Kimberly says impressed.

“Neither did I but I guess he does. Or at least he likes her, her name is Amy. She is new to town so she does not know how weird he is yet.” Missy says rolling her eyes.

“What are we talking about?” Matt Johnson says coming up and wrapping his arm around Missy’s shoulder.

“Sheldon has a girlfriend!” Kimberly blurts out excited.

“No way! Smelly Pooper has a girlfriend? You Must be mistaken.”

“Missy just told me and I saw them holding hands walking down the hallway together.” Kimberly tells him.

“Let’s go get them! Oh man I can’t wait to razz him about this!”

“No don’t!” Missy says pissed pulling away from her friend. “Sheldon is a jerk but his friend didn’t do anything.”Missy had grown to like Amy in the three weeks she had been coming over to there house. Amy was sassy and put Sheldon in his place like no one else could. It was obvious her twin brother worshipped the ground that the girl walked on.

“If she is dating Sheldon there has to be something wrong with her.” He snorts and Missy punches him hard in the shoulder.

“I said leave them alone.” She says storming away.

“What’s her problem?” He asks watching her storm away.

Later that night Missy walks by Sheldon’s door on her way out to a party. She sees him sitting on the his floor playing a video game. She wonders why he is not out now that he has a girlfriend that he is obviously crazy about.

“Why does Amy never comes over on the weekends?” Missy asks.

Missy would hate to think of Amy sitting all alone at her house wondering if Sheldon thought about her. Missy had been that girl waiting by the phone waiting for a boy to call when she was younger. If there was a boy who had been as crazy about her as Sheldon was about Amy she wished she had known. It would of saved her middle school self a lot of heartbreak.

“What are you talking about? She came over for dinner one Saturday.” Sheldon says annoyed pausing the game.

“Shelly that was weeks ago! You can’t just ignore your girlfriend like that.” Missy says sticking her hands on her hips. Really she does not know why she is bothering to help him. It’s not like Sheldon has ever done anything to help her. Help Amy sure but maybe Sheldon did not really deserve the help. She just let him lose Amy and then wonder what he did wrong.

“I do not ignore her! We see each other everyday at school. I speak with her on the phone daily.” He informs her shaking his head and unpausing the game. When he looks at her she can tell she has given him something to think about. It was not often that something she can tell him something that makes him think.

“School is different, if you want to keep Amy around you need to try harder. Invite her out on a date, or at the very least invite her over the house.” Sheldon looks like he is considering it.

“So you are saying that to keep a girlfriend I have to do more than what I am doing? I have made a lot of schedule adjustments to incorporate Amy into my life. I can’t imagine making more.” He says looking upset but like he knew deep down that Missy was right. Missy sighs and sits beside him. This is why she was trying to help him. For so long it had been easy to pretend like Sheldon did not have feelings. That she could be mean to him and say whatever she wanted to him because he was just a robot boy anyways. The last few weeks had proven her wrong however. Sheldon did have feelings, and it was nice to see them. It was nice to feel like she had two brothers again.

“Shelly you don’t have to make any big adjustments. What were you going to do this weekend?”

“I was going to go see a movie.”

“See just take Amy with you to the movie.” Missy says and he looks skeptical.

“What if she does not want to see the movie I want to see? What if she tries to drink from my drink? Do I have to pay for her?”

“I am sure Amy will go along with whatever movie you want, buy her her own drink so you don’t have to worry about it, and I know you’ve got like three hundred dollars stuffed in that dolls butt on your shelf. Surely you can spring for drinks and popcorn for your girlfriend.”

“It’s not that I can’t, I just did not know what social protocol dictated. I know in these modern times a woman might want to pay for herself. And how did you know about where I keep my money?”

“You pay ,it shows manners. But you don’t always have to go to a movie. You could just invite her over her watch a movie or play video games.” Missy tells him skimming over how she found out about his money stash.

“Amy said that she hasn’t ever played a videogame.” He tells her and she pats him on the shoulder.

“You could teach her. I have seen that girl around you. She will be game for whatever you suggest because she likes you. I have sat in a basement with ten smelly boys watching pay per view wrestling to be with a boy I liked.”

“That is different , Amy doesn’t think like you do she is more evolved.” Missy slaps him on the shoulder and stands up.

“If you are going to insult me that is the last time I try and help you.” Missy says starting to storm out the door.

“Missy wait.” He says getting up. “I am sorry that was rude of me. What I meant was that , Amy does not like things like most girls her and your age do. Amy has her own unique worldview and I find it hard to believe she would be happy watching me play videogames if it was not something she truly wanted to do.”

“Shelly that girl would watch the grass grow if you were sitting beside her while she did it.” Sheldon ducks his head slightly embarrassed and Missy moves to walk out the door again.

“Missy?” He asks and she turns around again.

“Yes Sheldon?”

“Why are you helping me?” He asks and Missy comes back and wraps her arm around him.

“Because Shelly as much of a pain in the ass that you are. You are my brother, my twin brother, and I love you.” She says hugging him lightly and kissing him on the cheek.

“Alright that’s enough of that.” he says wiping the kiss off his cheek and sitting back down on his floor.

The next day Missy has to hold in a squeal as she answers a knock on the door and Amy appears.

“Hey Amy! What brings you here on a Saturday?” She asks letting her in.

“Sheldon invited me.” Amy tells her as Sheldon comes out from his bedroom.

“Shelly! What a surprise Amy over here on a Saturday?” She says winking at him and Mary comes out and gives Amy a hug.

“Hey there honey! So glad you could come over today. Now Shelly you two can go to your bedroom as long as you keep your door open.”

“You never let me have boys in my room.” Missy says as the phone rings and Mary holds up her finger and answers the phone.

“Oh no… I see… I will be there right away.” Mary says hanging up the phone. “ looks like George Jr. has got himself in a bit of trouble again. Now you two can stay here I trust that you won’t do anything you ain’t supposed to. Missy you come on with me.”

“Mama! You are going to let them be in the house alone together?”

“Honey, everyone has my trust until they prove they aren’t worthy. Sheldon and Amy have done nothing to show me that my trust is not deserved.”

“Of course golden boy Shelly gets all the trust.” Missy grumbles.

“Missy refresh my memory… What did you do the first time I let you and a friend stay alone in the house together?” Mary asks giving her a knowing look.

“We snuck into daddy’s liquor and got drunk off of whiskey.” Missy admits.

“And there you have it!” Mary says grabbing her purse. Missy grabs hers and they both head out the door.

“What do you want to do?” Amy asks Sheldon nervously as she follows him to his bedroom.

“I thought I could teach you how to play a video game since you never have before.” He says sitting cross legged on the floor. Amy sinks down beside him trying to be graceful as possible n a skirt.

“Sounds fun! What game do you have in mind?” She asks.

“Mario Kart for the nintendo 64, a fairly easy two player game. I will set up your character for you then show you the controls.”

“Why do I have to be Princess Peach?” Amy asks taking the controller from his hand.

“You don’t have to be Princess Peach, I just thought that was the character you would like.” Wondering why she was making selecting a car so difficult

“Because she is the only girl ? Well I don’t like her, I don’t think she is a very good role model. Wearing a prom dress and heels to drive is extremely unprofessional. Do you know how many accidents driving in high heels causes? However I do like her tiara” Amy jokes but Sheldon takes her seriously.

“Fine who do you want to be?” And Amy moves the cursor to Donkey Kong and Sheldon shakes his head. “Donkey Kong! He is the worst, you want someone light and speedy like Yoshi.”

“Can I be Yoshi?” Amy asks sweetly and he bites his lip.

“I’m always Yoshi.” He says looking stricken and Amy laughs.

“Well there you go. I want to be the monkey, I like monkeys. Especially anthropomorphized ones who wear ties and drive cars.”

“Fine but when you lose I will not be able to refrain from I told you so’s” he says picking up his controller. He explains the controls to her and tells her they will start out on the easiest level. “Don’t feel bad if you come in last place your first couple of times.” He says as he hits start. They play the game and Sheldon is shocked when Amy’s character zooms past his. Sheldon tries to catch up but he gets stuck in the sand. When the round ends Amy is in first place and he is in fifth.

“Don’t feel bad Sheldon. You can’t always be in first place.” She teases him and he glares at her.

“Beginners luck.” He informs her. “Let’s see how you do next course.” Sheldon gives it his all but Amy still bests him in the next round.

“Hey did you just shoot me with a shell!” Amy yells as Sheldon finally scoots around her.

“All’s fair in love and war.” Sheldon says as Amy’s character hits him with a banana making him peel out. He looks at her shocked as she zooms past him securing her first place spot.

“Gotta watch out for monkeys and their bananas.” She giggles and he rolls his eyes.

“Donkey Kong is a gorilla, a member of the ape family.” He tells her.

“I know but apes and their bananas didn’t sound as funny.” She says shrugging her shoulders. “Last round, I think I am going to win.”

“Don’t get so confident, I got second place last round. Following that trajectory victory will be mine.” He sniffs as they start the last round. It is close but Amy ends up winning again.

“Yes! I won! Look at me up there shaking my trophy!” She says excited. “I’m number one! I’m number one!”

“Congratulations you won a virtual trophy.” Sheldon says crossing his arms.

“You are a sore loser.” Amy tells him.

“I am not! You are a poor winner! Look at you gloating over there.”

“Don’t worry Sheldon. You will when next time.” Amy says winking at him and poking him in the ribs.

“What do you mean by that? And don’t do that it tickles.” He says swatting her hand away.

“Oh? This tickles?” She asks poking him again and he stifles a giggle. Egged on further by his laugh she trails her fingers under his rib cage making him squeal.

“Stop it Amy! I mean it! Or else…” he says trying to sound firm ,moving her hand away.

“Or else what?” Amy challenges a twinkle in her defiant green eyes.

“Or else this!” He says jumping on top of her knocking the controller out of her hand. He tickles her ribs and belly until she is almost crying from laughing so hard.

“Sheldon stop!” She yells as his hands continue their assault. She is laying flat on the ground with him over top of her. He knows he should probably stop , that he had made his point. But the sound of her laughter is like music to his ears.

“Do you admit that you are a sore winner?” He asks and she shakes her head no. “Then I won’t stop until you admit it!” Sheldon yells moving his hands up to her armpits. He likes hearing her laugh, seeing her face scrunched up as she giggles. Her eyes crinkle when she laughs and her smile is infectious. He stops for a moment just to look at her. She opens her eyes and their is a mischievous twinkle in them. Then she reaches her hands up and wiggles them under his shirts. Tickling his belly and his sides making him laugh uncontrollably. He laughs so hard he falls off of her and she climbs on top of him.

“Admit you are a sore loser!” She yells still tickling his bare skin. He is torn between wanting her to stop and wanting to feel her skin too. He wondered what her skin would feel like, soft and warm. Sheldon had felt the hint of curves under the wool of her sweater. What would they feel like under his hands?

“Never!” He bellows. Sheldon does not know if it is the mere fact of being tickled, the sensation of her warm hands on his bare skin. Or the feeling of her straddling his lap. But the extremely lustful thoughts he had been having, and trying to suppress, were coming to a head. He knocks her back over and grabs her hands and holds them behind her head. She is panting and out of breath, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. Her green eyes flashing brilliantly behind her glasses. Amy was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his life. There have been a few times where he almost gave into his urges and kissed her. Not like the kiss they had shared when he declared he loved her. That kiss had been like a pinky swear, a promise that he was hers and she was his.

Now he wanted to kiss her like he saw the kids doing in the halls. Kiss her mouth and discover if she tasted as good as she smelled. Amy smelled like a freshly opened book, apples, and soap. All of his favorite scents combined into one heavenly one. As much as he wanted to kiss her he was also scared. Physical contact was still difficult for him. Memaw, his mother and Amy were the only ones he let touch him at all. What if he started kissing her and found it so distasteful he had to stop? It might hurt Amy’s feelings. Then Amy decides for him reaching up and caressing both sides of his face before pulling it towards hers. She leans up and meets him in the middle kissing him passionately. Stunned he barely has time to react before she pulls away and looks at him horrified.

“I’m sorry! I don’t know what came over me.” She admits and in answer he kisses her again. Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. Amy sighs parting her mouth her breath is cool and minty. Like she had just been sucking on a tic tac.

Carefully he darts his tongue into her mouth and she responds by gently massaging hers against his. At first he concentrates on matching her movements. Kissing was like learning a dance first you learn the moves then you lose yourself in the music. Unlike dancing Sheldon is surprised by how much he likes it. Amy moves her mouth away from his and he is disappointed, until she begins to kiss his neck.Then she slips her hands into his shirt again but instead of tickling him she rubs her hands up and down his back. Sheldon moves her hair out if the way and starts to kiss her neck too. The taste of her skin is incredible and he can’t help himself from nibbling on her neck. It makes her gasp and wiggle underneath him He wants to slip his hands under her shirt too.

Before he gains the courage they hear the front door open and he jumps off of her. Amy sits up hastily adjusting her clothes and Sheldon pulls down his shirts. He grabs a pillow from his bed and sits cross legged on the floor. Amy picks up her abandoned controller and Sheldon picks up his and unpauses the game. They try to look innocent as Mary peeks into the room.

“We got your brother back without to much trouble. Called in a favor from your cousin who is a sheriff. Ya’ll being good in here?” She asks looking at their flushed faces with suspicion.”

“Yes ma’am.” Sheldon says nervously. Amy looks over at his worried face and knows he is about a second away from blurting out what they had been doing.

“Just playing Mario Kart, I beat Sheldon on my first try.” Amy informs her smirking at Sheldon.

“Now Shelly honey! You were a gentleman right? I know you don’t always lose with the most… Shall we say grace?”

“Sheldon is always a perfect gentleman Mrs.Cooper.” Amy says and Mary smiles at her. Sheldon looks to his mother then to Amy and gulps.

“Good to hear, now y’all keep this door open and no hanky panky!” She says pointing a finger at them laughing at her own joke as she walks away.

“Of course not!” Amy calls down the hall.

“You lie so easily!” Sheldon tells her when Mary is out of earshot. “It’s like I don’t even know you.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Amy says dismissively.

“I was not a perfect gentleman and there was hanky panky.” He says raising his eyebrows at her.

“I thought you were a gentleman, and she said there was not going to be any hanky panky AFTER she spoke with us. I never lied I just adjusted the truth. Besides you were about to spill your guts and I would never be allowed back here.”

“Adjusted the truth. That is one way to put it.” Sheldon snorts a little jealous of the ease in which she was able to fool his mother. “When I lie I have more tics than a lyme disease factory.”

“Don’t knock it! Growing up with my mother I had to learn to adjust the truth a lot. She would lock me in the sin closet for the smallest infractions. So to avoid being locked in a tiny closet for hours I would change the truth.”

“My mother would beat you with a wooden spoon. Only I never saw her use it. Only brandish it us when she was upset.” He says thoughtfully. “What would your mother say if she knew what we just did?”

“I don’t want to think about it.” Amy grimaces.

“You saved us from her having to hear about it. We have to be more careful in the future if anyone is going to lock you in the sin closet it is going to be me.” He says grabbing her hand.

“I wouldn’t mind being locked in the sin closet with you.” Amy says shyly leaning over to kiss his cheek but he moves his head and catches his mouth. He kisses her deeply pressing his hand against the side of her face to pull her closer.

The Relatioship Agreement:

  • Section 5: Hand Holding - Hand holding is only allowed under the following circumstances:
  • A: Either party is in danger of falling off of a cliff, precipice, or ledge.
  • B: Either party is deserving of a hearty handshake after winning a Nobel Prize.
  • C: Moral support during flu shots. (As of the end of the fifth season, this section no longer applies since Sheldon and Amy have started to hold hands, though it annoys Sheldon).

Here’s nobody falling of a cliff, precipice or ledge. Or winning a Nobel Prize OR need moral support. That means: SHAMY FINALY HOLDING HANDS!!  

mrbaets said: Prompt to destress you (v sorry you’re stressed; school is annoying!): Sheldon is distraught after series finale and gets drunk, goes to Amy’s apartment only to find out she is also distraught and drunk. Idk. Shamy fluff. Fluff galore. Fluff cures all stresses 😊😘

Hey, sweetie! Thanks for the prompt, I had fun writing this. I made Sheldon more intoxicated than Amy so one could take care of the other, you know, fluff purposes. Sorry if it took so long, its getting busy. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy!

Thanks to sheldon4amy for helping me with this fanfic. :)

“Goodbye, Sheldon.”

Tears were threatening to roll down Sheldon’s face as he closed his laptop. He rose from his seat and went to their key bowl, searching for the key to Penny’s apartment. As soon as he found it, Sheldon headed over to her apartment and invited himself in. He took a bottle of wine from the shelf and opened it. “When life gets tough, you drink your troubles away. Right, daddy?” Sheldon said, remembering what his dad imparted to him before he passed. He took a sip, not even bothering to use a glass, before heading back to his apartment.

He took the engagement ring out of his desk drawer and sat in his spot. “This would have been so beautiful resting on Amy’s finger,” He said taking another sip, “I guess I have to wait some more before seeing it there.” The alcohol was slowly taking effect on him, he knew that he shouldn’t continue drinking so he set the bottle on the table. “I think I should have a word with her,” He said standing up, collecting the ring, his phone and his wallet before heading out.

He took a cab to Amy’s apartment. When he arrived, he payed the driver and got out. “I hope you’re in the mood to talk to me, Love,” He said, he knew she was mad at him, he knew she needed time. But he needed closure, he needed assurance that she wouldn’t start dating other men, that she still loved him. He needed his Amy.

Sheldon carefully entered her apartment building, his vision became blurry because of the alcohol but it didn’t have any effect on his thinking abilities. He decided to take the stairs instead of the elevator, he needed to think about what to say to her and not set her off again.

When he got to her door, he took a deep breath and did his signature knock while saying her name. He waited but there was no answer. “Amy, I know you’re in there.” Still no answer. “Amy open the door, I want to talk to you.”

On the other side, Amy was curled up on her couch with a glass of wine in her hand. “Why?” She whispered, taking a sip of her wine and setting it on the table.

“Amy, please. I don’t want to lose you, I can’t live without you. I love you. Please,” Sheldon said, tears were threatening to fall down his cheeks again. Amy knew he couldn’t just leave him there so she got up and opened the door for him.

Sheldon saw her, her blood shot eyes and tear stained face made his heart break into even smaller pieces. “Oh Amy. Please don’t cry. Come here,” Sheldon said, opening his arms and wrapping them around her. Even though he was drunk, he was still thinking straight. Amy reciprocated the hug. Even though it has only been a day, she missed him so much.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he pulled away and cupped her cheek. He was so close to her face, she could smell the alcohol in his breath.

“Are you drunk?” She asked.

“I may have drank a little. I’m a little dizzy but I think I’m okay,” He said as he touched her arms. “Amy, I’m sorry about the other night. I didn’t mean to offend you with the The Flash comment,” He continued.

“I know you didn’t mean to offend me, but it still hurt that you weren’t thinking about me when we were making out,” Amy shot back in anger.

“I was thinking about you.” Sheldon defended.

“How the hell is The Flash related to us kissing?” Amy shouted.

Sheldon took a deep breath and sighed before answering, “I was thinking about how fast we were going and how I liked it. Then I thought about what else I liked that’s fast. At that moment we stopped kissing then I remembered the show for The Flash, then I asked you,” He said looking down on his hands.

“I’m sorry I didn’t explain myself sooner,” Sheldon said taking her hands in his. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if I did. Its all my fault,” He spoke as he let go of her hands, leaned back on the couch and threw his head back. “Why did I let it get this far? I should have talked to you sooner. I should have known that this was all my fault. Good Lord, how could I be so reckless and stupid? I am in a great relationship with this perfect woman who is out of my league and deserves better, and I blew it. Earlier, I just saw you and I knew you were crying, and I was the reason for it. If I only had the power to take all of the pain away, I would, I’d make you happy everyday. But I keep messing it up.” Sheldon let all his thoughts out, hoping that this was the alcohol talking but it wasn’t.

Amy was overwhelmed by what he said, it was both sweet and sad. She threw herself at him and cuddled with him, she didn’t care what he would say, she just needed him. Sheldon wrapped his arms around her like he his life depended on it as tears rolled down his face. When Amy saw his tears drop to his shirt she looked up at him and sat on his lap. She wiped the tears from his eyes and cupped his face.

“Sheldon, you are not stupid. You are actually far from it, and you are making me happy. This is just a minor set back. I know things are going to be fine between us, I mean we got an 8.2 on that compatibility test, right?” Sheldon could only nod at her question, “See? And just so you know, you make me happy all the time, even if you sometimes frustrate me. Even with just your Good Morning Texts, because I know you’re thinking about me and you care-” She said, but was cut off.

“Of course, I care. You’re my girlfriend and I care about your well being. Plus, I love you and you kno-” He was cut off by her lips on his, it was a short chaste kiss. Amy smiled at him, making him smile too.

“I love you too,” She said as she tapped the tip of his nose, making him blink. “You’re so cute, you know that?” She said dreamily.

Sheldon smiled wholeheartedly at his girlfriend’s words. However, he knew that their talk wasn’t over. This couldn’t be fixed in 5 minutes. “Is there something you’re not telling me? How long have you been unhappy?” He asked. Amy pondered. They were finally having the conversation they should have had months ago.

“I wouldn’t say I’ve been unhappy, I’ve been up and down; like I said, you do make me happy, Sheldon. It’s just that… I feel like we’ve had good times and have made a lot of progress, but sometimes you do and say things that make me wonder whether we’ve moved forward at all,” She admitted, before she felt a pang of guilt in her chest at the sudden sharpness of her tone.

“I didn’t mean it like that-” Amy began in a futile attempt to backtrack on her seemingly harsh words.

“Yes you did, it’s okay. I’m not such a shrinking violet that I can’t handle the truth. I have made some mistakes, you’re right. But you must understand that I’m trying and I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. I hope you know that,” Sheldon spoke, offering Amy a wonky half-smile.

“Well…I just want you to promise me that you’re going to really try for me. For us. I need you to tell me that so I know you’re not bluffing. You’d better not be here just to reconcile so we can ‘go back to normal.’ Things need to change, and all I ask is that we’re equals in this relationship. My feelings are as important as yours. Got it?” She offered, and Sheldon nodded in agreement.

“I’m angry at myself, Amy. I can’t believe I’ve been so stupid. I’m truly and unequivocally sorry. I hope some day you’ll find it within yourself to forgive me. I didn’t mean to ruin things, I just didn’t think straight,” He rambled.

“Don’t say sorry. All I need is for you to prove to me that things will change. It’s one thing to say that you love me, I now need you to show it. I have complete faith in you.” Amy smiled.

“I do love you, and I will do everything in my power to prove to you that I have changed. For us,” Sheldon said he took one of her hands and left a soft kiss on her knuckles, making her smile.

“That,” He said.

“What?” Amy asked, looking at him curiously.

“That smile on your face. I never want it to leave your face, and I will make it so.” Sheldon promised, making Amy smile even wider.

“I know you will,” She said as she scooted towards him and placed her hand on his cheek, “And I promise to do the same to you.” She continued, slowly meeting his lips. Sheldon felt fireworks as their lips met, he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. Remembering what he planned for their fifth anniversary, he pulled away.

“Before things go any further, I have an important question to ask you,” He said seriously.

“If this is about another TV show, I swear to Go-” Amy said angrily, but she was cut off.

“No, no. A more important question. Actually, its the most important question,” He said, taking a deep breath.

“Amy, I know I can be hard to deal with and you are the only one who really focused on the better part of me, I know I have the guys but you know we all get on each other’s nerves. You were the only one who understood me, you never left my side even if I tried to push you away, and let me tell you, I am so happy that I didn’t succeed. I have spent my whole life trying to find answers for equations that would prove theories, that would award me a Nobel and I thought the answer for the question 'What makes Sheldon Cooper happy?’ was science, but good Lord I was wrong. Yes, science makes me happy but I have a better answer for that question, and the answer is this adorable Doctor Amy Farrah Fowler. It was always you, I know I don’t say it but you are. Ever since the first time we terminated our friendship, I knew I needed you. I was just too stubborn to approach you and say sorry, and the day after our anniversary, I missed you so much and I knew I couldn’t let that happen again. A whole day without you is just worthless, and I don’t want to waste another day without you in my life.” He paused, he pulled her up from the couch and knelt in front of her, pulling out the velvet box and showing her the ring.

“So, Doctor Amy Farrah Fowler, will you make me the happiest and luckiest man by agreeing to become my wife?” Sheldon asked.

“Yes.” Amy squealed. “Yes, Sheldon. Yes, I will marry you,” Amy said as she pulled his arm and kissed him softly on his lips.

Sheldon pulled away and inserted the ring on her finger and held it, admiring how beautiful it looked on her. “I knew it would look beautiful on your finger. Does it fit?” He asked.

“It fits perfectly,” She said dreamily.

“Meemaw said if it fit you, you are the one. It was hers when PopPop proposed to her. She said he just held her hand and he knew what ring she needed and how it would fit her,” Sheldon explained.

“I would love to meet her someday.” Amy said.

“Oh, don’t worry, Love. You will.” Sheldon reassured her.

“I love it when you call me that,” Amy said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“That’s because I love you, silly,” Sheldon said before he kissed her nose.

“I love you too,” Amy responded, capturing his lips, continuing what they hadn’t finished on the night of their anniversary.

——-THE END——-

Lemon Bars

The cool air swirls around her as she walks down the street. Amy has walked maybe three blocks and now she is ready to turn back and head home. She just needed to clear her head. Sheldon was in one of his moods. Trying to pick a fight with her. So she had left before it could get out of hand.

Amy just didn’t understand his mood swings sometimes. At times he could be so loving and affectionate. Other times he was so closed off. Their fight today had been because she had kissed him on the cheek at work. On the ride home he had been silent and withdrawn. When she had finally wheedled out of him what was bothering him. Sheldon accused her of being overly sexed. That her appetite for him was starting to leak into their professional lives.

It was ridiculous of course. Amy knew there was something else that was bothering him to make him lash out. So she left before they could fight about it any further. When she climbs the stairs back to their apartment she half expects Penny to be inside. Helping Sheldon work through his complex emotions. Their brother, sister thing was really starting to annoy her. She wished Sheldon would trust her and tell her what was bothering him, she was after all practically his wife.

When she walks inside their apartment there is no Penny in sight and it smells like sugar and lemons. Sheldon is behind the counter at the sink stirring something in a bowl. There is a serious look of concentration on his face as he pours melted chocolate from a smaller bowl inside the big bowl.

“I’m back,” Amy says tugging off her coat and hanging it up. Sheldon looks up at her and smiles as she walks to the kitchen. “What’s all this?”

“My Meemaw always said nothing says I’m sorry better than a warm cookie. I don’t make the best cookies. So I made lemon bars, then I remembered you like brownies better. So I made some of those too,” He tells her shrugging.

“You didn’t have to make me baked goods. A simple I’m sorry would have been fine. Even if I’m not quite sure what we were fighting about,” Amy tells him as he pours the batter into a pan.

“I’m not sure either,” He admits and Amy scoops her finger into the leftover batter for a taste. Sheldon looks at her horrified.

“Amy there’s raw egg in that batter,” He chides.

“The taste of the batter outweighs my risk for contracting salmonella,” Amy informs him licking the sticky chocolate off her fingers. “Don’t tell me you never asked to lick the spoon after your mom made a cake.”

“On the contrary before I knew of the adverse health effects. My sister and I would fight to death over who got to lick the spoon,” Amy grins at him, loving it when tells her tidbits about his childhood. “I remembered what our fight was about by the way. You and your constant need to bring sex into everything.”

“I do not!” Amy protests licking another glob of chocolate off her thumb. Sheldon lets out a loud Ha!

“Look at you now!” He says shaking his head as he bends down and pulls the lemon bars out of the oven and puts in the brownies.

“What am I doing!” Amy protests.

Amy is offended that they were having such a good moment and he had to ruin it by starting a fight again. Sheldon strides over to her and grabs her hand that had just dipped into the bowl again. Keeping his blue eyes trained on hers as he lifts her fingers to his mouth. Then he pops her finger in his mouth. Sucking the chocolate off and swirling his tongue around until it is completely clean. Sheldon lets her hand go and looks at her shocked face smugly.

“So Dr. Fowler? Feeling a bit flushed? Heart racing a little bit? Experiencing any localized vascular throbbing?” Sheldon asks raising his eyebrow.

“To say the least,” Amy mutters.

“Then you agree that was a move intended to make you for the lack of a better term horny?” Sheldon asks.

“I would agree. I understand where you’re going with this, however I did nothing so overtly sexual to you,” Amy protests, her eyes still trained on his lips. Imagining all the other places she would like them see clean batter off of.

“Amy everything you do to me makes me feel like that. When you kissed me in front of my colleagues. All my blood rushed elsewhere. I was terrified that the situation was clear to everyone,” Amy giggles at him. “It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not. It’s just that it makes me happy to know I have such an effect on you,” Amy says shyly.

“You have no idea the effect you have on me do you?” He says looking at her intensely. Leaning in from across the table.

“No, I don’t. If it makes you feel better I will not do anything sexy the rest of the night,” Amy teases him. The thought of her being distractingly sexy amusing her.

“I never said I wanted that,” He says his voice a deep purr as he strokes her reddened cheek.

Amy wants him to kiss her so bad it feels like a physical ache. The oven timer dings and he turns away before their lips connect. Amy thinks that this will be the theme all night. He intends to tease her until she is screaming with frustration. Punish her for something she had not even been aware that she was doing. Two could play at that game.

They eat their cookies with mugs of milk. Amy feels a bit piggy but she has one of each. Unable to decide which she likes better. Afterwards they sit on the couch and watch some television. Sheldon pats his legs inviting her to come in for a cuddle. Happily Amy climbs into his lap and curls against his chest. Sheldon covers them with a blanket from the back of the couch. Amy rests her head against his neck. Thinking about how far they have come.

Just holding hands used to seem impossible. Now she was curled on top of him like a beloved pet. Even that does not seem enough sometimes. Sometimes she feels like he could never hold her close enough. That if she could she would stay wrapped around him forever. Why wouldn’t she want to? His broad shoulders were the perfect size for her head. His strong arms were made to fit into the hollows of her waist. His smell made her mouth water. It was like someone concocted a potion of all her favorite things to lure her in. He smelled like baby powder, lemons, laundry detergent, and something masculine and completely his own.

Happiness and a full belly were making her feel drugged and sleepy. Her plan of seduction is forgotten as she revels in just being with him. Amy buries her face in his neck to inhale is scent. Then plants a soft kiss below his jaw. Then worries that he might accuse of her of only thinking about one thing again. Instead she feels him relax and tip his head back to give her better access. Instead she stops and rests her head on his shoulder once again. He ducks his head down to look at her but she doesn’t look up. Enjoying the fact she is making him squirm.

Sheldon begins to softly stroke her shoulders. His fingers making circles on her back that she arches into. Under the blanket his hands find their way under her shirt. His long fingers kneading her flesh. They move around to her front and slowly unbutton her blouse. Anticipation is making Amy tingle all over. Amy can feels his erection poking into her bottom. Still she does nothing and stares at the TV screen. Letting him tease her and take the reigns. Sheldon undoes the front clasp on her bra, cupping her bare breast in his hand. The door flies open and Penny pops her head in. Amy stays in Sheldon’s lap the blanket is covering up anything embarrassing.

“Penny are you forgetting that you don’t live here?” Sheldon asks angrily. His hand never leaving their place on her breast. It is like having a dirty little secret and it only heightens Amy’s excitement.

“I smelled brownies,” Penny says walking in. “Don’t you two look cozy,” She smiles at them as she walks to the counter and cuts herself a wedge of brownie and a wedge of lemon bar. “I’ll let you two get back to being adorable,” Penny says walking out with her plate.

“You forgot to latch the door when you came back in,” Sheldon accuses.

“Sorry,” Amy pouts hoping the moment is not lost. “I got excited for your brownies too,” She tells him kissing his neck in the spot she knows drives him crazy.

“I guess I can’t blame you then,” He tells her tipping her head back to access her lips.

Amy can’t feign self control any longer. First she pulls of her shirts. Then she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in close. Kissing him deeply. Sheldon stops for just a moment to pull of his shirts. Under the blanket his skin his warm and soft, Amy enjoys the feeling. She almost just wants to stay like this without it progressing. Just kissing and touching under a blanket. Like a couple of teenagers. An experience she missed out on in her youth.

“I wish we had our couch,” Sheldon murmurs against her lips.

“Our couch?” Amy asks in between kisses.

“Yes, the one across the hall. Once we move in together for good I intend on reclaiming my couch. This one is much too small and much too teal,” Sheldon tells her and Amy still can’t recover from what she’d just heard.

“Move in together for good? You mean you want to make this permanent?” Amy gulps.

“Don’t you? I thought it was going well. We have had our ups and downs I suppose. Nothing that makes me find you to be an unsuitable roommate. If you don’t want to though…” Amy silences him with a kiss and then stands up wrapping the blanket around her shoulders and pulling him up.

“Come on,” Amy urges pulling him along.

“Where are we going?” He asks.

“To the bedroom to celebrate making this permanent,” Amy tells him as she pulls him into the room and shuts the door behind them.

Anonymous requested: could you pls write a story, where Sheldon is jealous when some man likes Amys posts on facebook and he tries to be handsome and sexy to attract her more (because he is afraid of losing her). perhaps a frank conversation is appropriate.

Amy posted a new photo of herself in her lab on her Facebook page, and Sheldon thought that she looked utterly adorable. He smiled and clicked ‘like.’ He always liked being the first one to like Amy’s photos. Someone else had already beaten him too it. Sheldon frowned.

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Amy sits in the chair in front of Missy’s vanity still as a statue. Missy is applying the finishing touches on her makeup. The mirror is covered up and Missy won’t let her see herself until she has finished her work. The entire time she has been chatting in a steady stream that Amy can hardly keep up with. Mostly about what to expect at prom, who is dating who. How the ride in the limo will be awkward because couple broke up and are now bringing other people.

“I am glad I won’t be in that car then.” Amy says making polite conversation.

“You know you can ride in the limo with me and my friends, right?” Missy asks Amy “There is plenty of room. You don’t have to drive to your own prom.” It had been bothering Missy that Amy would have to drive herself and Sheldon to prom.

“I don’t mind.” Amy tells her. “If Sheldon starts feeling overwhelmed I want to be able to leave quickly. If he feels like he is stuck there, it will just make it worse. Being in a limo with six other people would be unbearable to him.” Amy says honestly. She had not been fishing for an invite.

“If Sheldon were my date. I would be forcing him in that limo whether he liked it or not.” Missy laughs. “You really understand him… I try and try to understand him but I just can’t.”

“I feel bad enough I am making him take me to prom. I can at least make everything else easier for him.” Amy sighs.

“Well Sheldon should be thanking his lucky stars he GETS to take you to prom.” Missy tells her picking up a curling iron and starting on Amy’s hair.

“Don’t even bother trying to curl my hair. The curl won’t last long enough to even take a picture of it.” Amy tells her sadly

“You underestimate my powers.” Missy tells her. “Give me a couple cans of aquanet and I can do anything. When I used to do beauty pageants I learned all sorts of tricks.” Missy tells her brushing out her hair. “I am going to make you look amazing, just you wait and see.”

“Fine, I succumb to your wishes.” Amy says feeling like a life sized Barbie doll. Already today she had been to the nail salon where she had her very first manicure. She could not help but keep staring at her glossy french tipped fingers. There was much more to getting ready for prom than Amy even imagined.

When she had come home with the dress that Mary and Meemaw had purchased her mother had been horrified at first. Giving her the speech about not accepting charity. Amy assured her that she would be paying the dress off by tutoring Sheldon’s brother. They had tried letting Sheldon help him, but it always ended up with Sheldon insulting George and George beating up Sheldon. Since the dress was not a gift, and an early form of payment for services her mother felt much better. Much to Amy’s surprise her mother had been on board with much of the prom preparations. Even giving her the money to get her nails done. A luxury that she normally would never approve of.

“Alright miss thang! You ready to see yourself?” Missy asks as she finishes her hair.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Amy tells her nervously as Missy pulls the blanket off the mirror. “Omigosh!” Amy says staring at herself in the mirror.

“What do you think?” Missy asks.

“I think I am going to cry.” Amy tells her.

“Whatever you do don’t cry! You will ruin two hours worth of work.” Missy tells her hugging her shoulders.


“Shelly hold still while I fix your bowtie.” Mary fusses at him as she unties the bow tie for the third time. “Now we got Amy’s corsage in the fridge along with your boutonniere.” She reminds him and he sighs. He hated being messed with and for the better part of an hour his mother had been fussing with him.

“You seem to have everything covered perhaps you would like to go to prom in my stead?” He says only half joking. The more he thought about the dance the more he wanted to lock himself in his room and not come out. What had he been thinking agreeing to go to this nonsense willingly? If it could be just he and Amy dancing alone he would be fine, but there was all the rest of his classmates. The thought of all those bodies in one confined space was starting to make him feel light headed.

“What’s wrong Shelly bean?” Mary says sensing the anxiety rising in her son.

“I don’t think I can do this… I know I promised Amy… But Oh dear.” He says sitting on the edge of his bed with his face in his hands. “It was one thing when it was just an abstract thought of a dance. Now it is too real. There is too much pressure.”

“You are going to have the time of your life! Just you wait and see!” Mary exclaims and he shakes his head. “Think of it this way Shelly, You have the rest of your life to be a serious, studious old fuddy duddy. You may only have a few more months at most to be with Amy. Believe me Shelly this will be a night Amy will remember the rest of her life. Make it a good one for her, okay?” Mary implores and Sheldon looks stricken.

“What do you mean a few more months to be with Amy?” He asks looking up at her from between his fingers.

“Well I just know you are going off to college and Amy is going off to college. I know ya’ll will make it work somehow, but it also does not hurt to appreciate her while you still got her.” Mary says winking at him. Sheldon had not told his mother that Amy could be going to Caltech with him. Not that it mattered anyway, he had made up his mind to tell Amy to go to Harvard. After all the things she had done for him the least he could do was not hold her back.

“I suppose you are right.” He agrees.

“You are darn straight, I am right.. now wait until you see Amy! You two will look so good as Prom King and Queen!” Mary tells him.

“That is another thing! What are the duties of a Prom King? Will I be asked to make a speech if I win? Mother you know I have a fear of public speaking.” He says starting to panic again when Missy walks into the room.

“Amy is almost ready! Are you ready Sheldon?” She asks and he shakes his head.

“No I am not ready! I can’t do this!” He says putting his head between his knees.

“What is he going on about?” Missy moans.

“He is worried that he will have to give a speech if he wins Prom King.” Mary sighs and Missy rolls her eyes and plops next to Sheldon.

“Listen Sheldon, you ain’t going to make a speech, or even go on stage at all. Only the winners got on stage and you ain’t going to win.”

“How do you know, I’m not going to win?” Sheldon asks annoyed.

“Think about it Shelly. The kids who vote are the same kids you have spent years being teased and being beaten up by! They ain’t going to vote for you!”

“Missy!” Mary says appalled at her daughter’s attempt to comfort her brother.

“You promise I won’t win and have to give a speech?” Sheldon asks.

“Even if by some crazy miracle you did somehow win you don’t make a speech. You just go up on stage and take your crown, dance one dance with Amy and then that’s it.”

“Thank you, that does make me feel better.” He tells her.

“Good! I am going to get Amy and when I knock on the door you come out and see her.” Missy says popping up and racing out the door.

“Amy looks like a vision in her dress, just wait until you see her.” Mary says grabbing his arm and hauling him up. Sheldon wants to tell her that he did see her. That he saw her at the department store, and she was right, she was a vision. Before he can get the words out there is a knock on the door. He licks his lips nervously, once he sees her there will be going back. His mother opens the door for him and he steps out nervously. He is annoyed to see just Missy standing there.

“Where’s Amy?” He asks and Missy steps aside to reveal Amy.

Sheldon starts to feel light headed again as Amy emerges from behind his sister. He had seen her in the dress from a distance, but up close she looked like a drawing from the fairytale books his mother used to read him when he was sick. Even more breathtaking than Cinderella or Princess Punchali.

“Here she is! Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Missy asks and Amy looks up at him hopefully. He wants to say something… Anything but his throat feels thick like he just swallowed cement.

As if in a trance Amy is drawn to him, her dress made her feel like a princess and Sheldon was the embodiment of a handsome prince tonight.

“Hoo!” Amy blurts out while blushing furiously.

“You look so handsome, Sheldon.” Amy tells him cheeks still burning she smiles at him and he nods weakly and manages to squeak out a thank you.

“Come on you two we better get going to Meemaws to take pictures while it’s still light out.” Mary says leading the charge down the hall.

They drive the short distance to Meemaws house to take pictures in her garden. Sheldon does not think that he has had his picture taken so many times in his life. He begins to wonder if his mother is fearful that she will forget what he looks like. They take pictures of him giving Amy the corsage, they take pictures of her putting on his boutonnier. It is all very exhausting and the event has not even started yet.

They make Amy stand in front of him and have him wrap his arms around her waist as they stand in front of the flower arch. Amy tilts her neck up to whisper to him and she is so small he has to lean down to hear her.

“This is our last picture tonight I promise. Thank you for doing this.” She whispers in his ear.

“Oh, it’s not so bad.” He whispers back to her enjoying the way her silk covered body feels under his hands. How her warm breath tickles his neck.

“That is adorable! Stay like that!” Mary yells snapping a picture of them staring adoringly into each other’s eyes.

“Alright that was the last one!” Amy yells breaking away from Sheldon. “We got to get a move on!” She says tugging Sheldon with her.

“Just a few more!” Meemaw yells.

“You heard her, we have to go.” Sheldon says and they continue taking pictures even as they climb into Amy’s car.

Amy drives them to the hotel and they park the car. Sheldon takes her by the elbow like a gentleman and walks her into the ballroom. The ballroom is completely transformed and is absolutely beautiful. There is a arching staircase that looks like the entrance to a castle. The streamers are silver and ice blue almost the same color as her dress.

“Once Upon a Dream.” Sheldon reads the banner then gives her a stern look. “Did you help in planning this?” He asks suspiciously.

“Of course not!” Amy giggles. “The decor’s similarity to my attire is purely coincidental.” Amy watches a line of couples waiting to get their picture taken by the castle.“

"You want to get our picture taken?” He asks her leading her over to the couples.

“We don’t have to.” Amy says not wanting to force him into anything.

“Amy we are already here, if you want to get our picture taken by the castle we might as well do it.”

“Well if you insist.” Amy giggles joining the line of couples. The photographer makes them pose similar to what Sheldon’s mother had. Amy in front and Sheldon’s arms around her. Only they make Amy stand on a soapbox so that he can get both of them in the frame.

“What shall we do next?” Sheldon asks nervously eyeing the dance floor that is already filling up with bodies.

“Why don’t we just find a table and sit down for a while.” Amy tells him and he looks grateful as they head to a small table covered with a shiny blue table cloth and covered in confetti shaped like stars and castles.

“Did you know the singular of confetti is confetto?” Sheldon asks her picking up a castle confetto and handing it to her.

“That is an amusing factoid. Did you know that prom came from the word…”

“Promenade, meaning a stroll or walk, especially in a public place, as for pleasure or display.” Sheldon finishes and she beams at him.

“Is there anything that you don’t know?” She says lovingly and he grins at her.

“None that I will admit to.” He says winking and she giggles and the song changes to a loud raucous one. The couples on the dance floor start dancing suggestively. Grinding against each other in a way that makes Amy blush.

“I bet you don’t know the name of this song?” Amy teases him.

“I most certainly do not.” He agrees.

“Pony by Ginuwine… Your sister made me listen to it while we were getting ready.” Amy tells him and he looks at her with a bewildered expression.

“You don’t want to dance like that.. Do you?” He asks nervously and Amy almost laughs out loud. Even if she did, which she didn’t, she could never picture Sheldon pulling a Patrick swayze out on the dance floor. All she wanted was one slow dance and that was enough for her.

“Of course not!” Amy says.

“Oh thank god!” Sheldon says relieved. “Let me go get us some punch.” He says getting up and racing away.

The rest of the night passes pleasantly but is a little boring. Until Missy arrives with her friends and drags Amy out to the dance floor. Amy dances to a fast song with Missy who shows her the newest dance moves. By the end of the song she is breathless and giggling. Amy tries to get away but Missy makes her stay.

“Come on Amy! You are having fun! You can’t let my brother trap you at a table all night.” Missy says. Amy does agree that it has been fun being with Missy out on the dance floor so she agrees to stay one more song. Amy gets so lost in the music she does not realize that Missy has moved away and the person dancing next to her is not Missy, but the boy from the party that she gave a bloody nose too.

“Hey remember me?” He asks grabbing her by waist.

“Let me go.” Amy yells attempting to squirm away.

“Where is your genius boyfriend?” He asks holding her tightly against his body and grinding against her.

“He is here, and he won’t like this.” Amy says trying to break away but he is just too strong.

“Remember when you broke my nose?” He whispers in her ear and his breath smells like smoke and stale beer.

“I will do it again!” Amy tells him trying to maneuver her elbow upwards but before she can she hears Sheldon’s deep voice.

“May I cut in?” He asks but his voice has a hint of a threat to it.

“Get lost loser.” Matt says and Sheldon gives him a look that would make anyone back off. Then he pushes him backwards.

“I suggest you get lost.” Sheldon says and something about the way he looks makes Matt back off immediately.

“Whatever, you two nerds aren’t worth it.” He says walking away. Sheldon wraps Amy in his arms and she rests on his chest grateful for his appearance.

“Thank you.” She murmurs as they sway in a slow dance that does not match the music.

“I am sorry you had to see me in a display of male dominance like that.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Amy tells him then blushes as she adds. “I like it, when you act like a bad boy.” He looks at her a shocked but pleased. No one has ever accused him of being a bad boy before.

“Hardly, a bad boy but I see your point.”

“Do you want to go now?” Amy asks him.

“So early? We have not even heard who got Prom King and Queen yet.” He tells her and she shakes her head.

“It doesn’t matter we aren’t going to win anyways. All I wanted was to dress up and dance one slow dance with you. Which we are doing now, so now we can go.” Amy tells him.

“Oh this does not count. The music is all wrong even I know that.” He says resting his chin on her head. “Don’t let that moron scare you away. We can still have a good time.”

“I am suprised you want to stay.” Amy says and he just shrugs his shoulders. Amy is about to state her case again when the DJ stops the music and the entire room stops and looks at the stage.

“Alright everybody! Is everyone having a great time?” The DJ asks and the crowd erupts into a loud cheer. “Now I know everyone has been waiting for the big announcement. Who wants to hear who this year’s King and Queen of prom?!” The crowd cheers again and Sheldon looks down at her and smiles.

“See waiting was a good thing.” He tells her.

“You want to win don’t you?” She asks him slyly and he smiles shyly.

“I don’t really deal well with losing.” he admits ducking his head. “There have not been many things I have tried to win that I have failed at.” The DJ introduces the couples shining a spotlight on each one as he says their name. Amy squints into the light.

“Alright, everyone the moment everyone has been waiting for is finally here. Time to announce the winners of this year’s King and Queen.” The crowd erupts into cheers and the DJ waits for it to die down before continuing. “Will all the couples please join me on stage.”

“Missy told me only the winners went on stage.” Sheldon says nervously taking Amy’s hand and heading for the stage.

“She was probably lying, were you freaking out at the time?” Amy asks and he ducks his head.

“Maybe, just a little.” He mumbles. “It’s just I have a small fear of public speaking. Being on stage in front of all these people makes me nervous.”

“I thought you wanted to win?” She says raising her eyebrows at him.

“Can’t I both want to win and not go on stage at the same time?” He whispers to her as they climb the stairs of the stage and stand beside the other couples.

“Valid point.” She agrees.

Then she looks at the other couples on stage and knows for sure that they aren’t going to win. The other couples there are the beautiful people. The kind of kids who would have tortured her relentlessly at her old school. Then it strikes her that she does not know a single one of them. That since she moved to Texas she had been so wrapped up in school and Sheldon that she had not noticed anything else.

Amy had no idea who the most popular girl in school was. Who was dating who. At her old school she would have been following the comings and goings of these people like some people followed celebrities. It had been the best year of her life so far and she knew it was because of him. Amy no longer cared what everyone else thought about her. Or trying to make friends with girls who looked down on her. With Sheldon by her side all the small stuff she used to worry about didn’t matter. They had each other to rely on.

Amy feels like grabbing the DJ’s microphone and making an impassioned speech about it. To tell the other kids out there not to get wrapped up in things that don’t matter. That if they felt like no one would ever care about them. That no one liked them. That they were wrong. That even if they felt lost and lonely, they would not stay that way for long. There was someone or something out there for everyone she was sure of it. You just had to open your eyes and look. Who won Prom King and Queen didn’t matter. It was just a popularity contest, that once they were out of high school popularity would not matter. Then as she is forming the last part of her speech in her head, she hears her name being called and she snaps out of her reverie.

“Amy!” Sheldon hisses tugging her forward. “Wake up, we won!”

“We won!” She asks confused as he tugs her towards the microphone where the DJ is standing. There are two crowns sitting on pillows.

“Ladies and Gentlemen your Prom King and Queen, and your co-valedictorians, Sheldon Cooper and Amy Farrah Fowler.” He announces and everyone claps and cheers as he puts the crowns on their heads.

“Actually, I am the salutatorian, Sheldon beat me by this much.” Amy laughs holding out her fingers to indicate the slight margin Sheldon beat her for number one in the class ranking. Which Amy blamed on her gym grade. Sheldon had somehow wiggled his way out of having to take high school gym at all.

“The suggestion I would have to share Valedictorian is ridiculous. Also I would like to point out this title I have received is ill named. Kings are not elected, a monarchy is a system born from birth right. Though some may argue it, I was not born to be Prom King. It should be prom president and his first lady if we are being elected to the position.”

“Women don’t have to be relegated to just the role of first lady. We could be prom president and vice president.” Amy points out.

“Ladies and gentlemen this is what happens when the two smartest kids in school win.” The DJ jokes and the crowd laughs. “Do you two want your crowns or not?”

“We want them.” Sheldon tells him. “I was just pointing out some flaws in the system.”

“Put it on me! Put it on me! Put it on me!” Amy squeals as he picks up her tiara and places it on her head making the crowd laugh again. Sheldon ducks his head down to have is crown put on. They stand hand in hand facing the crowd and everyone claps for them as they are officially announced as King and Queen.

“Now your King and Queen will dance the first slow dance of the night.” The DJ announces as the lights turn down and a spotlight shines in the middle of the dance floor.

“Well we won, your winning streak continues.” Amy tells Sheldon as they stop in the middle of the dance floor. She places her hands on his shoulders and he looks at her with a cocky grin.

“Sheldon Cooper does not lose. Like I said if there is an award I am up for I will win it.” He says and he grabs her hand. Sheldon puts his hands around her waist and starts moving her to the music. “I won you over.” He says making her blush.

“I love this song.” Amy coos

“I’ve never heard it before, the melody is nice.” He says as they move to the music.

“You know what’s funny? Remember the night you climbed into my window for the first time?” Amy asks.

“I remember everything, eidetic memory.” He reminds her.

“You caught me wearing my headphones and crying?” She says and he looks down at her.

“You said you were crying because you thought I would not want to be your friend anymore.” He recalls and she shakes her head.

“I was listening to this song. Crying because I thought it described how I felt about you. ‘I knew I loved you before I met you, I think I dreamed you into life.’ I suspect the song was selected because of the prom’s theme. It is uncanny though, sorry that was maudlin and cheesy.” She tells him and he is looking down at her with a look she has never seen before.

“No not at all, it describes how I feel about you as well. I did not know how much I needed you, before I met you.” He tells her and she stands on her tiptoes to kiss him. He kisses her back softly and the spell is broken when the DJ speaks into the microphone.

“Aren’t they sweet! Alright everyone else can now join them on the dance floor.” The couples start moving to the dance floor to join them for the rest of the song. When the song is over they make their way back to the table they were sitting at. Missy comes over and congratulates them both giving each of them a huge hug.

“You won! I knew ya’ll would! Kimberly told me yesterday, do you know how hard that was for me to keep a secret?!” Missy exclaims sitting at their table.

“You lied to me!” Sheldon says with mock anger. “You told me there was no way I could win.”

“If I had told you that you had won you would have chickened out and locked yourself in your bedroom.” Missy teases him. “Listen, prom is getting pretty lame. A bunch of us are heading out to Meemaws cabin by the lake, you two want to come?”

“Does Meemaw know…”

“Yes Sheldon! Meemaw said we could, she gave me the keys herself. She said she would rather us be safe there than gallivanting all around town.”

“Sounds fun, my mother gave me a pretty late curfew for tonight. I can stay out until midnight and it is only nine o'clock now.” Amy says and Sheldon rolls his eyes but agrees to go.

“Fine, I guess we can go. This way I can supervise and make sure you don’t burn her cabin down.” Sheldon agrees.

“Awesome! Sheldon can tell you how to get there, okay Amy?” Missy says getting up and they follow her out.


It was getting late and Amy knew that the night was coming to a close. It was a shame the night had to end, that she would have to go back to reality tomorrow. Tonight had been perfect, she had felt she was living a fairytale.

They sit on top of the picnic table outside the cabin, Sheldon’s arm around her keeping her warm. Proving to be a true gentleman once again he offered her his jacket. Amy was afraid to speak and break the spell of the evening. She looks up at him, he’s still wearing his crown and the moonlight glints off the shiny plastic making him almost glow. He looks so handsome, beautiful even, so much so she can’t tear her eyes away from him.

“What?” He asks breaking the silence, smiling at her.

“Nothing, just enjoying the view.” She teases him kissing his cheek.

“I would argue that my view is much better.” He tells her kissing her softly. “Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“No actually, I believe I rendered you speechless” She laughs.

“That you did.” He murmurs then he looks at her seriously. “ Amy I have been thinking about what you said the other day about all the stuff you do for me. How you don’t ask for much in return.”

“Sheldon, that was weeks ago, I was angry don’t worry about it.” Amy tells him wondering why he is bringing this up when they have had such a great night.

“I know but it is true. So I have decided to do something for you. I know you have been torn between Caltech and Harvard. I also know that you and your mother have been fighting about it. That I am a factor in your decision. So I am telling you to go to Harvard. It is selfish of myself to ask you to do otherwise.”

“You don’t want me to go to Caltech?” Amy asks distressed. She had already sent in her letter, she was going whether he wanted her to or not.

“I want you to go to Caltech more than anything. However I don’t want you to give up on your dreams for me.”

“What if I told you that I had already decided. That I sent in my letter to Caltech and I will be going there in the fall?”

“That would make me so happy, you have no idea. However I don’t want you to make this decision just for me. I don’t want to hold you back.” He tells her.

“I made this decision for me, for us, believe me if I thought Harvard was right I would be going. However something in my heart tells me I made the right choice.” She tells him and he kisses her again.

“It’s nearing your curfew you’ll have to leave soon.” Sheldon says. Amy checks her watch and agrees. The ride to the cabin had taken forty five minutes even if she leaves now she may not make it home in time.

“You’re right, we better get going.” She says popping up and he grabs her hand to keep her with him.

“Stay, stay with me tonight, okay?” He begs. “We can deal with the consequences later, please don’t leave yet.”

“Okay.” She agrees and she sits back down beside him and he touches the tiara still perched on her head.

“Queen Amy.” He whispers gently in her ear kissing her softly.

“King Sheldon.” She whispers back kissing him softly again. Then they are lost in the night. The party swirls on behind them. Yet in that moment it is only them.

The Superlative Chemistry 14

“I won’t do it! It is cheating and I won’t stand for for it. Besides there is no way we can fool the school like that.” Sheldon huffs annoyed at his brother’s request.

“It worked in Ferris Bueller.” George says stupidly.

“Yes something worked in a movie about a slacker teenage. A movie that was made over ten years ago, is bound to work in real life!” Sheldon says rolling his eyes.

“So you saying it can’t be done?” Junior asks leaning over Sheldon’s shoulder to what he is typing on the computer.

“It can be done, but I’m not going to do it.”

“You saying you can’t do it?” He asks.

“Oh please! I broke into the CIA’s mainframe from the school’s computer when I was seven! This is child’s play. What I am saying is that what you are asking me to do is flawed. I can change your grades in the schools computer. That does not however change the school’s memory of your grades.The teachers record your grades in a ledger. They will know when you come home with straight A’s your report card has been tampered with. “

“Please Sheldon! You know I flunked third grade and ninth grade! I don’t want to be a 21 year old senior.” Junior begs sincerely but Sheldon is unmoved.

“Actually I think at the age of twenty one the school is no longer obligated to teach you.” He informs him.

“Sheldon if I don’t graduate this year I am screwed. Meemaw won’t pay for community college if I get a GED.” he pleads.

“Then I suggest that you buckle down and study.” Sheldon tells him patting his back awkwardly spinning in his chair.

“ After I show Mom your condoms, I suggest you prepare yourself to listen to Mama cry as she prays for your sins.”

“Technically I have never had sex and the condoms are yours.”

“Technically, she doesn’t know that and all of them are in your sock drawer.” They stare at each other trying to break each other down until Sheldon breaks.

“Perhaps there is something I could do.” he says spinning back around.


It’s dark outside by the time Amy gets back home. Every light in the house is on and somehow the glow from the windows make it seem even more ominous as she pulls in the driveway. She wishes she could turn back around and not go inside at all. It feels like she is walking to her doom as she walks leadenly up the path to her front door. She opens the door cautiously holding her bag from Goodwill against her chest.This time her mother is waiting for her on the staircase as she walks in the front door.

“Amy!” She exclaims jumping up and hugging her. “I’ve been so worried. I went over to Sheldon’s house but nobody was home.”

“I went shopping with Missy. I bought a Prom dress.” Amy says holding out her bag.

“Sheldon asked you to prom that’s wonderful. Let’s see the dress.” She says and Amy knows the fight is over for now. Her mother will never apologize outright. In her mother’s opinion an adult can never be wrong over a child.

“I had to get it at Goodwill because I did not have enough money for the dresses in the store. I think it is pretty considering there was not much to choose from.” Amy says pulling the dress out of the bag and holding it up. Smiling at her hopefully

“Amy! It is… horrible!” her mother exclaims and Amy’s face falls. It was not her first choice but she did not think it was so bad considering the other options in the thrift store. It had her two favorite colors gray and purple.. One half was an iridescent purple, the other was pearl gray. With a wide purple and gray ruffle separating the halves. The sleeves were large and puffy and made of both colors.

“Maybe try it on and see if it gets better/” her mother says and Amy goes to the bathroom and changes into the dress. She comes out and spins around. Then walks towards her mom, waddling in the dresses mermaid style.

“It was not my first choice, but Missy says it is not as bad as the other ones there.”

“What did the other ones look like?” her mother grimaces.

“Well one had the stomach cut out…”

“Oh Amy!”

“I did not buy that one!” Amy says annoyed.

“Amy you are not wearing that monstrosity to prom. It is gaudy and completely unbecoming. You look like a streetwalker.” her mother says her voice trembling.

“What a surprise you disapprove of something!” Amy shouts.

“You watch your mouth young lady. Or else…!” her mother yells.

“Or else you’ll slap me?” Amy asks jutting out her chin.

“Amy can we speak anymore without fighting?” Her mother asks exasperated her voice getting soft.

“Apparently not!” Amy shouts storming up the stairs to her room and slams the door.

Amy throws herself on the bed. The truth was she knew the dress was hideous. Yet it was all she could afford on her allowance. She was to scared to ask her mother for anything. Missy had been so supportive, helping her pick out the best of the worst. At first she had been so excited to go to prom. Now she was thinking about cancelling altogether. No matter what she did she would be made fun of. No matter how hard she tried she would never be normal.


Dinner at the Cooper’s is quiet that night. Normally Sheldon would be happy about it, having a break from the incessant chatter of his family. Time for his busy brain to think of more important things then what Missy did that day. Now however is brain is thinking of nothing he wants to think about. Images Kimberley kissing him, of Amy’s disappointed face, the red mark on her face and gouges on her knees, are swirling around. The kiss still grosses him out. He feels like he can still smell the girl’s cloying section scent on him. That his mouth still tastes like Amy’s tears no matter how fast he shovels in his meatloaf. Then there are the condoms in his sock drawer that feel like they have a pulse of their ow.

“I feel bad for Amy.” Missy says suddenly and Sheldon’s head snaps up. He does too but it is his girlfriend shouldn’t he be the one voicing it?

“Me too! I mean she has to kiss Sheldon.” Junior says making kissy lips at him and Sheldon gives him evil eyes.

For Missy’s part she could not get over how different their lives had been. Missy had always thought her mother was to strict and too christian. Quoting scripture at her for the smallest infractions. Now she saw what a relaxed heathen Mary was compared to Amy’s mom. Her mother may have threatened her with a wooden spoon when she was little but Mary had never struck her.Amy’s mother dictated Amy’s every action even when she wasn’t there.Missy can’t get over the hideous excuse for a prom dress she had been forced to buy.

“Why’ sugar?” Mary asks kindly.

“Her mom is so mean to her momma! When she showed up at our house today she had a mark on her cheek from where her mother had slapped her!”

“You should see her knees from where her mother makes her kneel on grits to pray.” Sheldon adds.

“I bet you got a good close look at her knees.” Junior says suggestively and Sheldon starts to panic. He looks around cautiously to see if anyone is curious how he got a gander at her bare legs. However to the rest of the family seeing someone’s bare legs is hardly scandalous.

“I did not know that! That is terrible.” Mary clucks.she knew her mother seemed a bit odd when they met. Though she never dreamed that the girl’s mother was abusive.

“When I took her dress shopping today she found the prettiest dress. You should have seen her she looked like a princess.”

“Oh well that’s good.” Mary says. “I am sure she will look beautiful.”

“But she couldn’t buy that one because her mother won’t give her money for vanity. She had to use her own money and buy the ugliest dress you have ever seen at Goodwill.”

“It can’t be that bad Missy.” Mary tsks, knowing her daughter’s critical eye for fashion.

“Yeah, Sheldon will want to bone her no matter what she wears.” Junior laughs winking at him. Sheldon opens his mouth to correct him but his mother just slaps Juniors back.

“Don’t be rude Junior! I will not have that talk at the dinner table. You’re embarrassing your brother.” Mary scolds.

“It’s bad, it looks like something from Vanna White’s nightmares. The dress is purple and gray with these huge ruffles.” Missy demonstrates by bulking out her shoulders like a football player.

“Purple and gray are her two favorite colors.” Sheldon supplies helpfully.

“That’s why she picked that dress. Those being your favorite colors are fine, but together? On a prom dress?” Missy makes a gagging motion.

“Stop making fun of her!” Sheldon says angrily. “Don’t pretend to be her friend then criticizes her fashion.”

“I’m not making fun of her Shelly! Every girl deserves to feel like a princess on their prom day! Every girl deserves one magical night. I am just looking out for her.”

“May I be excused?” He interrupts getting up from the table. Between Junior and his constant remarks about his sex life. Missy and her constant prom jabber. Sheldon is feeling overwhelmed.

“Sure baby.” Mary says as Sheldon stomps down the hall.

“No fair! It is his turn to do dishes tonight.” Junior gripes.

“Honey, Shelly is going through a lot right now. Now help your sister clear these dishes.” Mary says snapping her fingers at him.

“I’m going through alot right now too.” Junior mutters as he begrudgingly clears the table.

Sheldon heads to his room and gets ready for bed. It is still early but after all he has been through today he just wants to go to sleep. Maybe when he wakes up his life will be back to being as uncomplicated as it used to be. When all he just went to school and kept to himself.

Now he had to worry about all sorts of things. Missy’s friends attacking him lips first. The elaborate and possibly illegal scheme he was doing to help his brother pass his senior year. Which he would not have to do if not for shiny strips of foil packets hidden under his neatly folded socks. What you used the foil packets for was also weighing heavily on his mind. He was aware that Prom was some sort of milestone. Yet the whole venture was becoming more trouble than it was worth. He thought they would just show up in their church clothes. Dance a few dances together, drink some punch and go home. Now he had to worry about making the night some sort of magical event.

If Amy wasn’t in his life he would not have to worry about any of this. He tries to think what his life would be like without her in it and it’s unthinkable. She may have complicated his life but she also made it so much better. In his seventeen years of life his happiest memories are the ones with her in them. Thinking of their time together Sheldon falls asleep.

His dream starts out like so many others. He is the science officer on the starship Enterprise. The captain is in danger and it is up to him to take over the captain’s chair. A distress signal comes in from another planet. The ship has to go save the stranded crew of a failed mission.

There he finds on of the crew members strikingly lovely. This confuses him he is Vulcan such things should not occur to him. Yet the attraction to this dark haired bespectacled temptress is undeniable. For her he would give up everything and exile himself to the barren planet to be with her. Just as he is about to declare his undying love for her. To forgo Vulcan customs and kiss her she disappears into thin air.

Now he is trapped in a cage. With a group of strange aliens standing over him. Looking at him from behind the bars. He stands up and then he sees the girl tied up and gagged lying on the floor just in front of the bars. They rip off the gag she screams.


Sheldon wakes up with a start, sweat rolling off of him. He never sweats, he hates feeling wet and sticky. Taking it as far as too dusting himself with talcum powder like an old lady to prevent it. The scream had felt to real. Like Amy had really been in his room yelling for help. Then there is a loud knock on his window and he jumps and screams.

“Sheldon!” Then he sees Amy’s pale scared face in the window yelling his name. He jumps up and opens the window. The screen prevents her from getting inside so Sheldon knocks it out. Even though his house is a one story the window is still to high up for her to climb in. Amy pulls over the trashcans and uses them to give herself a boost and Sheldon pulls her in the rest of the way.

“Amy what are you doing here?” He asks once she is safely inside his room. Amy is dressed in a long white nightgown. Her feet are bare and he can tell she had been crying again.

“I can’t stay there Sheldon.” She sobs collapsing into a heap on the ground. She looks so tiny and helpless as she crosses her arms across her knees and lays her head on them. “I am going back to California. I will live with my Aunt.”

“What? No!” Sheldon tells her panicked. “Just wait until fall, we will go together.”

“I can’t Sheldon I am leaving tonight. Then I am going to Harvard. This will be the last time you see me. I am sorry Sheldon.” Then she disappears into thin air.

Then he wakes up for real this time drenched in real sweat. He looks at his alarm clock and sees it is only midnight. His hair is wet and plastered against his head. His flannel pajamas are soaked all the way through. He goes to his window and looks outside hoping to see Amy but she is not really there. He peels off his pajamas and sits on his bed in his underwear. If he changes into his Monday pajamas the rotation will be off. Instead he pulls out his old gym clothes from the mandatory class he had to take last year. Worst six months of his life being forced to wear baggy shorts and play sports.

Sheldon tries to lay back down but he can’t shake this uneasy feeling. The back to back nightmares had left him shaken. The last one had felt so real he was still trying to convince himself it had been all in his head. The only way to do that was to go see her , right now. Just like in his dream opens the window then he pops out the screen. Jumping the short distance from the window to the ground. He puts on a pair of his brothers flip flops abandoned in the yard and sprints over to Amy’s house.

The light in her bedroom is on and he quickly climbs the trellis. In the past twenty minutes his gym clothes have seen more action than all the time he spent in gym class. When he looks in her window she sees her at her desk writing something in a notebook. He taps on the glass and she looks up and smiles. Like she was expecting him to come over. He has to admit it was nice to have someone be happy he was around for once in his life. Amy opens the window and lets him inside.

“I couldn’t go sleep without you either.” She tells him hugging him tightly around his waist. Sheldon is alarmed to see that her nightgown is the same one from his dream.

“To be fair I fell asleep without you just fine.”

“Oh.” Amy says sadly.

“I couldn’t stay asleep without you.” He tells her kissing her head.Amy hugs him tightly and then she lets him go and notices his odd attire.

“What are you wearing?” She asks tugging on his baggy shirt emblazoned with the school’s mascot .

“My old gym clothes.”

“Why?” She giggles as he goes to sit on her bed.

“I had a nightmare and my pajamas were soaked with sweat.”

“What did you dream? It must have been really scary.” Amy asks sitting next to him on her bed. He looks at her and opens his mouth like he wanted to speak then closes it again. “What’s going on Sheldon?” Amy asks worried.

“Are you leaving Amy?”

“No of course not, well not until college but you will be leaving too.”

“Across the country.” He says quietly.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Amy tells him resting her head on his shoulder.

“I heard you scream my name.The whole dream felt so real.” He says shaking his head.

“Whatever you dreamt it’s not real. I’m right here.” Amy says linking her arms with his and resting her head on him. “I wish you had been here earlier.”


“My mom tried to lock my in the sin closet again. I refused and we fought. All we do is fight anymore. We never used to fight.”

“It’s my fault.”

“No, it’s not… I am finally standing up to her and she hates it. I used to just do whatever she said. Now I know better. I know it’s not right.” She says firmly they sit quietly together.

“Amy I am worried that my idea of what Prom is and your differ. I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Sheldon I just want to dance one dance with you. In front of the school. I just want to feel normal for one day.”

“You are normal.”

“No I’m not! And neither are you! But that is why we belong together.” She says reaching up to his face and kissing him. Sheldon kisses her back, leaning her gently back on the bed. They kiss softly for a while. Then the kiss gains momentum. Amy gets bold and moves her between them, rubbing him first through his shorts. Then moving her hand under the elastic band to feel him.

“I stole condoms from my brothers room today.” He blurts out then goes to kiss her and she removes her hand and stops him. “Why’d you stop?” He asks confused.

“You didn’t bring them did you?” Amy asks worried. Amy knew eventually she wanted to give her virginity to Sheldon. When the time was right. The fantasies that played in her head involved meadows full of wildflowers. Where he would take her gently and tenderly in the grass. Of course in that fantasy he was also riding a wild stallion. In her more realistic fantasy they were in a cabin in front of a roaring fire. With candles lit everywhere and soft music playing. Not in her room on her squeaky bed. Terrified that her mother would walk in or hear them.

“No, of course not.” He tells her looking at her appraisingly with his soulful blue eyes. Trying to figure her out. Sometimes it felt like she wanted more, then when more was presented she panicked.

“Why did you steal them from your brothers room?” Amy giggles snuggling against his chest.

“I wasn’t going to buy them from the store. Just the idea of marching up the counter holding a box is beyond horrifying. I suppose I could have bought some from the gas station bathroom. Those ones also come with something called a Spanish fly. In the end I took the easiest route.”

“When do you want to use them?” She asks stroking his chest softly.

“Well not right now obviously. As to when I had not really thought about it. What happened between us this weekend I wasn’t planning on. If it goes further I want to be prepared.”

“You always think about everything.” Amy says yawning

“The alternative would be to think of nothing.” He tells her sleepily.

“Are you staying the night?” She asks.

“Do you want me too?”

“Of course I want you too. But it’s a school night. “

“Then we will just have to wake up extra early.” He tells her leaning over and setting her alarm clock.

This morning was starting out very strange. First Missy had been awoken by her mother bursting in her room asking where Sheldon was. In his bedroom his window was open his bed disheveled and his pajamas abandoned on the floor.

“Oh dear lord he’s been kidnapped!” Mary wails picking up is discarded pajamas and clutching them to her chest.

“Who would kidnap a seventeen year old boy? Better yet who would kidnap Sheldon! Mama, as soon as he starts talking, telling them they are kidnapping wrong they will return him.” Missy says trying to calm her mother down.

“Sheldon is no ordinary seventeen year old boy! You know that maybe they needed his brain for something.”

“Who? The FBI? Aliens? Is the cast of The X-Files coming to get him? There is a perfectly logical explanation. Most likely he snuck out to be with Amy.” Missy says and then the phone rings. Mary runs to answer to answer the phone.

“Hello? Sheldon where in the hell are you! Oh I see… Well next time leave a note! Alright love you Shelly.”

“Did his mothership come and bring him home?” Missy teases and Mary glares at her putting her hands on her pink fuzzy robe clad hips.

“No, Amy had to do something at the school so she got him extra early. He forgot so he had to get ready really quickly which is why he left a mess.”

“And you belive him? Mama, he snuck out.”

“Now I have to believe what he is telling me is true. I mean look Missy his Monday clothes are out of the closet. Mary says opening it up and showing her the empty labeled hanger.”

“You would rather believe that Sheldon was abducted by aliens. Then believe he is like every other teenager in the world and snuck out to be with his girlfriend.”

“This isn’t the first time they have left for school early Missy! They, unlike some people, are very dedicated to their school work.”

“Fine, he left early to go to school. I got to get ready for school.” Missy says rolling her eyes and heading to the bathroom. After she gets ready George drives her to school. When she tells him about Mamas hysterics and refusal to believe Sheldon would do anything bad.

“She better start believing! I got the shit stealing condoms out if my room.” Junior tells her laughing.

“So they are doing it now?” Missy asks shocked.

“Nah, he is they ain’t and you know how bad he is at lying. Said he just wanted to be prepared.”

“That little sneak! Are you going to tell Mama?”

“I ain’t no snitch!” Junior says offended. “Besides I got him to do something for me to make it even.”

“Good, as much as mama and her blind eye for Shelly annoys me. I got to say I like his little girlfriend. In fact I like her so much I got a little surprised planned for her.” Missy says winking at him as they pull up to the school.

“Whatcu gonna do?” Junior asks spitting his tobacco i to a soda bottle as he gets out of the car.

“You’ll see.”

Missy walks into school searching for her friend Kimberly. Usually Kimberly was waiting for her by the glass doors. Today she was nowhere to be seen. Probably still butthurt or embarrassed by what happened yesterday. Missy hopes so at least she wanted to use that to her advantage. When she finally finds her she is obviously hiding from her.

“Oh Missy! I thought you were going to be late today.” Kimberly says.

“No same time as always.”

“Listen about yesterday, I’m sorry…”

“No need to be sorry to me. You and I are cool. Besides Sheldon told you off.” Missy says smiling.

“I am so glad! I don’t know what I was thinking! Brain fart I guess… So we can just move on…”

“Wait, wait… I said you, I, and Sheldon were cool. Now poor Amy who had to walk in and see you kissing her boyfriend?” Missy says shrugging her shoulders.

“Where is she? I will go apologize to her right now. I feel so stupid for what I did. I will tell her just how much Sheldon hated that kiss.”

“Actually I had something else in mind.” Missy says smiling.

“Like what?” Kimberly asks cautiously.

“You are on the prom committee right? The one that decides the prom King and queen?”

“Yeah…” Kimberley says confused.

“Maybe you could put Sheldon and Amy’s name on the ballot?” Missy asks.

“Missy, I don’t know…” Kimberly balks.

“Please Kimberly! I am not asking you to make them win. It would just be the highlight of Amy’s life to be up on that stage. That poor girl has been through so much. Been teased and bullied her whole life. Something like this would just mean the world to her.” Missy begs.

“Alright, consider it done.” Kimberly sighs.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” Missy says hugging her.

“Now are we cool?” Kimberly jokes.

“Totally.” Missy says wrapping her arm around her and walking down the hall with her.”

Prom is coming up soon! I have a really exciting surprise for the Prom chapter! Stay tuned for it!

The Superlative Chemistry 6

Sheldon can’t decide what he is madder at Missy about. Her blackmailing him into this stupid party in the first place. Her dressing Amy up like one of her insipid cronies, or that she was now parading Amy around like Amy was her friend. The party had been in full swing for about an hour and all Sheldon had done was sit cross armed on the couch galaring at people.

All the while Missy was dragging Amy around like she was a new toy showing her to everyone. If anyone should be showing her off it should be him. The fact that Missy was trying to take over the one thing he really cared about infuriated him. Amy comes over and plops on the couch beside him.

“Why are you all alone over her?” She asks.

“Because you and my sister seem to have this party thing covered.” He huffs.

“You could’ve come with me Sheldon. I did not ask Missy to introduce me to everyone.” then she smiles at him and cups his chin in her hand. “Don’t be such a Grumpy Gus.” She says in a silly voice smooshing his cheeks. He tries to look at her with a scathing look but with his cheeks smushed it just looks funny. Making Amy giggle and bury her face in his shoulder. Sheldon tries to be mad at her still but he can’t. Her laugh could lift his spirits in the darkest of days.

“I am not grumpy…I am reserved.” He says taking her hand. “All this is hard for me.” He tells her gesturing at the party with his free hand.

“Me too.” Amy sighs leaning against his shoulder. “To tell you the truth I would rather be in your room playing Mario Kart.” She tells him and he leans his cheek on the top of her head

“We could sneak in there, no one would miss us. I have a game called Zelda the Ocarina of time I think you would really like. You can ride a horse, and do archery, but I must advise you tbe main character is Link not Zelda.

“Let’s do it!” Amy says but before they get up Missy comes over with a group of her friends come over.

“I told you! Aren’t they just the cutest couple you’ve ever seen!” Missy exclaims and her friends all agree.

“They need a couple name!” One of her friends says. “All the cutest couples have a cute couple name.”

“You’re right! They do need a cute couple name.” Missy agrees “How about Shamy!”

“Shamy? What does that mean?” Amy asks confused.

“Sheldon plus Amy equals Shamy!” Missy squeals clapping her hands.

“I don’t like that.” Amy tells her.

“Nor do I.” Sheldon agrees.

“To bad! It’s staying.”” Missy tells them.

“Sheldon and I were just going to go in his bedroom and play video games.” Amy says starting to get up.

“Oh no you are not! Sheldon your rule number two! No hanky panky!” Missy says shaking her finger at them.

“There is not going to be any of that we are just playing video games.” Sheldon says annoyed letting go of Amy’s hand.

“That’s not what Amy said what happens when ya’ll play video games.” Missy says and Sheldon looks at her shocked. Amy wishes she could just disappear in the couch and die but Missy will not let the party be ruined.

“I am teasing you! Lighten up Shelly bean!” Missy says.

“So Amy.” Her friend Kimberly interjects. “Missy tells me this is your first party?”

“Well to be fair I have been to my cousins birthday parties before. This is my first boy/girl party.” Amy tells her.

“Oh my god! That is so adorable! Like in middle school having a boy/girl party was such a big deal.”

“This is Sheldon’s first boy/girl party too.” Missy says then her eyes pop wide and she jumps up and down. “You know what we have to do! We have to have an old school middle school party!”

“Like with spin the bottle, and …” Kimberly starts

“Seven minutes in heaven!” Missy squeals.

“Oh no I am not playing any silly party games.” Sheldon says crossly.

“I don’t know I kind of always wished I could play those games like that..” Amy tells him shyly and he looks at her shocked.

“You can still play without him Amy. We can find someone to kiss you.” Missy says tapping her chin and Sheldon jumps up.

“Oh no! The only one kissing her will be me!” He says angrily grabbing Amy’s hand and pulling her up. “Come on let’s play this infernal game.”

“Spin the bottle or…”

“Seven minutes in heaven of course! Spin the bottle is up to chance. If you end up kissing George Jr. I might finally return that black eye he gave me in 1993.”

“What is seven minutes in heaven?” Amy asks Sheldon.

“Seven minutes in heaven is supposed to be one person picking a name from a hat, whoever they pick they are locked in a closet with for the length of a song…” Missy starts to explain.

“During that time you have to kiss! If you don’t kiss then you have to stay in the closet until you kiss.” Kimberly puts in.

“How can you tell if there is kissing?” Amy asks.

“Oh you can tell!” Missy says and Amy gulps nervously. The thought of kissing Sheldon is fun but having someone’s ear pressed against the door takes the fun right out of it.

“I am not kissing anyone but her I hope that is clear.” Sheldon says to Missy as she leads them into the basement.

“Shelly, the only girl you’ve ever even noticed is this cute little thang. I like you two together! Of course I know that you only want to kiss her!” Missy reassures him before turning off the stereo in the basement making everyone look at her. “Alright ya’ll! In honor of Sheldon and Amy’s first boy/ girl party we are going to take it back! All the way back to middle school! Shamy is our first participants in seven minutes of heaven” Everyone in the basement cheers and Missy leads them over to the coat closet. “Kimberly the rules!”

“You must stay in the closet for the entire song, you must kiss during that song, we can tell if you don’t!” Kimberly tells them shoving the into the closet.

“What song?” Amy asks stalling and they look like they are contemplative.

“What song is the best song or one’s first seven minutes in heaven?” Missy asks the crowd in the basement.

“Bump ‘n’ grind!” Someone yells and everyone else boo’s

“Too much!’ Missy disagrees

“Eternal Flame!” Someone else yells.

“Yeah if this was Molly Ringwald and Judd Nelson!” Kimberly jeers giving the thumbs down.

“Lovefool!” The last person yells and everyone cheers.

“Oh my god! I love Leonardo DiCaprio! And just like Romeo and Juliet these two are going to be a love story to tell the ages.” Missy coos.

“Actually as far love stories goes Romeo and Juliet are nothing to emulate…” Sheldon starts but Missy shoves them in the closet and shuts the door. “Well that was nice.” Sheldon sighs as the loud refrain of Lovefool begins blasting through the door.

“I know! Its is like people don’t understand they were a thirteen year old and sixteen year old who had underage sex and committed suicide” Amy says as Missy yells through the door.

“I hear lots of talking but no kissing! I have the entire Romeo and Juliet soundtrack here!! I will play it all!” She says sing songy.

“If anything we are like Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. Now that is a couple that should be lauded.” Amy says putting her hands on his chest and she can feel his heart pounding in his chest. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing it’s just that darkness, enclosed spaces, and forced frivolity touch on just a few of my fears.” he says and she steps closer to him wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his chest where his heart is thumping.

“I am sorry Sheldon this is my fault. Let’s just get out of here. I don’t want you to feel like this.” Amy tells him thinking that the sound of his heart beat is like the sound of the ocean in a shell. Amy remembers how she felt when her mother had locked her in the closet. How scared she used to feel as she sat for hours in the dark.

“No… Sheldon Cooper does not quit! Besides it may be something else causing my heart to go crazy.”

“Like wha…” She asks looking up at him and he bends down and kisses her. Softly at first but as she sighs against his mouth and wraps her arms around his neck it gains momentum.

“When I am around you, it’s like I am not in control of my body. It scares me sometimes.” He admits as his hands grab handfuls of her shapely rear as he presses his body flush against his.

“I feel the same way.” She murmurs against his mouth as he presses her against the closet wall. Pushing his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

“No.” He murmurs back. “You can’t.” He says kissing her then pulling away and kissing her neck. “You make me question everything I have ever thought to be true.” He tells her pulling her tight against his body as he sucks and bites on her neck making her gasp for air.

“Like what?” She challenges him putting her hands back up his shirt to feel the small but developed muscles of is back.

“I used to think that love was just a chemical reaction in the brain, lust was just thee animal hindbrain taking over rational thought. That I was more evolved than my peon siblings because I lacked the trappings of a physical love affair.” He explains while kissing her all over and clutching her close to his body. “I thought I was superior in every way.” No i realize I just lacked the proper catalyst. I actuality I am just like them, just a slave to my baser urges.”

“You are the only real boy I have felt this way about. Before you I thought I was doomed to relationships that existed only in my imagination.” she tells him pushing him back against the other wall of the closet and kissing his neck. It garners such a reaction from him that she kisses and sucks his neck harder making him gasp. He pulls her head away gently and does the same to her. The sensation of his mouth kissing and sucking her neck is making her body feel tingly all over. Amy pulls his mouth away from her neck and kisses him again when the closet opens up.

“Alright ya’ll! You’ve been kissing long enough!” Missy exclaims. They had kept them in the closet slightly longer than planned. After they had put them in there a delivery of spirits had arrived. Keeping them in the closet was the perfect way to hid the alcohol from eagle eyed Sheldon. From the looks of their flushed faces when the door is opened they did not mind a few extra minutes in heaven. Sheldon and Amy stumble out of the closet slightly dazed.

“Did’nt think you had it in you bro!” George Jr. Says clapping him on the shoulder. When Sheldon flinches away George catches sight of something on his neck. “Looky looky here! Baby brother’s got a hickey! I am so proud I might hug you!” George says extending his arms out to him.

“You stay away from me!” Sheldon exclaims backing away. Amy is not quite sure what a hickey is but it becomes apparent when she sees the dark purple splotch on blooming on his pale neck. A splotch the exact place where her mouth had been on him. Amy self consciously touches the spot on her neck where Sheldon’s mouth had been.

“Amy has one too!” Missy cheers grabbing Amy and looking at her neck. “A very successful seven minutes in heaven! Here ya’ll all that kissing must of made you thirsty.” Missy says handing each of them a red solo cup filled with coke. Amy takes a sip and wrinkles her nose. This is only her second ever sip of coke. Her mother did not allow her to have soda, the last sip she had was a when she had bought a come herself to see what the fuss was about. She remembers it being fizzy, sweet, and kind of spicy. This time it is even spicier than she remembers being. Amy takes a dainty sip and sets her cup down but Sheldon downs his.

“That coke was better than I remember it being.” He says wiping his mouth.

“Here have another.” George says handing him another cup which he downs.

Curious Amy picks her cup back up and finishes it. As soon it is gone another cup is handed to her. Amy takes another sip. She is starting to feel a bit funny, light headed fuzzy. She leans against the edge of the couch to steady herself. The room feels like it is spinning and all the other party guests seem shiny and distorted. There are group of people dancing in and Amy looks at them longingly.

“Amy.” Missy says making her look up at her. “Did Sheldon ever tell you that he is a terrific dancer?”

“Is this true Sheldon?” Amy asks perking up.

“No.” He says shaking his head more than necessary.

“Don’t be modest Shelly! During cotillion training you were the belle of the ball.” Missy says.

“Just because I excel at everything, does not mean I like to do everything I excel at.” He tells her. “Besides this is not the music I know how to dance to.”

“Oh I am sure you can figure out how to dance to anything! Come on Shelly dance with Amy!” Missy pleads.

“Fine!” He says tossing down his cup. “ Come on Amy let’s show these people how to dance.” He says grabbing her hand and pulling into the throng of writhing bodies.

Amy does not recognize the song it is some smooth rhythm and blues. Everyone else is pressed against each other dancing so close their bodies look melded together. Sheldon however takes her hand and proceeds to start to waltz with her. He really is an excellent dancer and even without the help of the proper beat he takes her through several steps. The song changed into something faster and people start waving their hands in the air and jumping up and down. Yet they continue their dance as if the music is different for them. Amy giggles as he places his hand on her hip and spins her around and then dips her.

“I am thirsty.” He tells looking sweaty and exhausted before stalking off in search of a drink. Amy decides to continue her dancing without him. She tries to imitate the people around her and keep in time with them. Dancing with Sheldon had been more fun but this was nice too. Someone walks up behind her and puts their hands on her hips and starts to sway with the music. Amy thinks it is Sheldon before she hears the person whisper in her ear.

“Why is a girl like you with a nerd like Sheldon Cooper?” The boy asks grabbing her behind.

“Excuse me?” She asks spinning around and she sees some boy that she has never seen before. Amy tries to walk away but the boy grabs her arm. Amy is starting to feel panicked and the room is starting to spin again. She sees Sheldon approaching holding two cups looking shocked. Trying to yank her hand from his grasp she rears back hard. Causing her elbow to connect with the boy’s nose making a large cracking sound. The boy covers his nose with his hands as blood begins to pour out.

“I think she broke nose.” He screams shrilly and Amy looks at him horrified before running away. Amy runs into Sheldon’s room and slams the door. All the sudden she feels horrible, her head is pounding and her stomach feels sick. Amy starts crying into Sheldon’s pillow, fat wet tears that roll down her cheeks. So much has happened that it starts to overwhelm her. The makeover, kissing in the closet, dancing, and she was pretty sure that those cokes had more than coke in them.

Amy just wants to go home. But she can’t go home she had lied to her mother. If she showed up at nearly midnight, tear and blood stained there would be some explaining to do. Sheldon knocks on the door and Amy tells him to come in. Sheldon walks inside and comes over to the bed and lays beside her. Mirroring her fetal position, their knees and hands touch as they lay facing each other.

“If it makes you feel better Matt Johnson’s nose isn’t broken. Just his pride at being beaten up by a girl.” He snorts and Amy looks up at him.

“I didn’t mean to beat him up! He wouldn’t let me go.” Amy tells him wiping her eyes.

“Either way it is something I have been wanting to do since he chased me down in the library and beat me over the head with an applied physics book.” He smiles at her.

“He grabbed my butt.” She tells him sniffing.

“It’s those infernal dungarees you have on. Why are you dressed like that anyways?”

“Even if I am dressed more provocatively than normal that in no way gives anyone the right to put their hands on me.” She says angrily.

“Of course not! I am a firm believer in the age of consent. I was curious about your change in attire way before my former tormentor grabbed your rear.”

“Your sister told me that I looked like an victorian era doll in the outfit I showed up in. Then she made me change my clothes. You gave her this shirt.” Amy says tugging at the shirt and looking down at it.

“I thought it looked familiar.” He says pulling it down and patting it. “Amy I like the way you dress. You don’t have to change how you look.”

“I know you like me. You are the only one who has ever liked me when I am me… It is everyone else I was trying to impress. But you know what? I like who I am. If your sister does not want to be friends with me when I am me….then we should not be friends.”

“Why would you want to be her friend? I have known her for sixteen years believe me she is not that great.” He tells her and Amy smiles at him.

“I just wanted to know what it was like to have more than one friend. But now I think Missy was just using me to have this party. I told her about our Mario kiss, she never saw it.” Amy admits tears rolling down her cheeks again. She has been feeling guilty about telling Missy all week.

“Why would you do that?” He asks and she shakes her head and buries it into his pillow.

“I don’t know! I am so sorry.” She sobs and he scoots closer to her and pats her back.

“Don’t cry, please! I’m not mad. I know how manipulative my sister can be.” He says awkwardly rubbing her back trying to soothe her. “I am sorry you had such a poor time tonight.”

“I didn’t though. I had one of the best nights in my life.”

“Then why are you crying?” He asks confused.

“I am sorry, I will go.” She says moving to get up but he stops her.

“Stay.” He tells her pulling her closer against his chest and stroking her hair. Amy rests her head against his chest and sighs. She feels his chin resting against the top of her head. Suddenly she feels very tired and her eyelids feel very heavy

“Amy?” He asks there is something important he needs to tell her. Something he had been putting off for a while because he knew how difficult it would be to discuss. But it is clear from her heavy breathing she has fallen fast asleep. “We’ll talk later.” He says closing his eyes and drifting off.