Six Sheldon's

Chapter One: The Gathering of Sheldons

I want to thank ShAmy4ver for all her help, edits and late night emails. Without her, this story would have never seen the light of day.

"She wants to take a step back, Gollum." Sheldon continued to rub the little black box and eye the heirloom ring he had got for the woman who had just told him that she wanted to reevaluate their relationship.

"What is there to reevaluate?" Sheldon looked again at the couch for someone to help him decipher this mess, but he was alone. He hated not knowing something, and for this befuddling situation, he needed a friend. He had no one to tell him what he did wrong or better, how to fix it.

"A step back!" Sheldon snapped the velvet black box closed and shoved it back in the drawer with a hard slam. All he wanted to do was to sit in his favorite spot, drink a mug of tea and think over what could possibly be going through that beguiling brunette's head that she would need time to think over their perfect 8.2 relationship.

Everything had been going so well for their 5 year anniversary. Dinner was marvelous and far less tedious that Sheldon had anticipated. Amy seemed elated the whole evening. She had her happy face on that Sheldon loved so much. They were even kissing and not just signaling the end of the date. Oh no, heavy teenager type kissing that could have led to more if she hadn't interrupted things by stating the obvious. She was the one who broke the kiss to say that she couldn't believe they had been together for five years. FIVE YEARS! That's a long commitment! Just like watching a TV show, Sheldon thought.

All he had asked was a simple question and suddenly, angry face Amy busted up the date. The lack of a phone call from her the next day was the true red flag that something was wrong. Sheldon had thought that nothing was worse than angry Amy face, but then like a gut punch, the image of her disappointed face on the screen saying she needed time to think over their relationship felt like his heart was flayed.

Sheldon had his eyes closed as he thought about the look in hers; empty, lost and that familiar deadened green he saw whenever he did something wrong. He heard a familiar snap, like the black velvet box closing again, but instead when he looked up he saw himself sitting in his spot on the couch, only this time he was wearing his Red Flash shirt. Just the image made his gut flip again. He must be hallucinating due to stress.

Sheldon froze, completely muddled by the other figure who seemed to be a copy of him in every detail. Next moment, another Sheldon showed up in the room with a pop, and another, each one accompanied by a whip like snap. The room echoed with the crackle of electricity with each arrival.

Within a minute, he was looking at five versions of himself, each with the same confused look as he.

All six Sheldon's looked at each other in disbelief. Finally, the idea of someone sitting in his spot, no matter how dashing, was too much for Sheldon to take.

"Um, excuse me… You're in my spot." Sheldon crossed his arms and glared at this doppelganger. The other Sheldon wearing his prized Flash t-shirt glared back and crossed his arms to mirror him.

"No... this is my spot."

Another Sheldon wearing a green shirt and sitting on the left of the couch piped into the fray, "No! It's mine! Who are you?"

"Dr Sheldon Cooper, of course." Sheldon answered an eye roll and inched toward his spot with a determined glare, but it was returned.

Yet another one laid claim to the name, "I'm Dr. Sheldon Cooper! Who are you?" The one in the green shirt asked the Sheldon standing behind the beige Sheldon had on the No. 73 shirt Sheldon loved so much.

"I'm Dr. Sheldon Cooper!" He answered too confidently for Sheldon's taste.

"No, I am!" This Sheldon was thin, and his face was grey like a used tea bag. He was wearing the yellow t-shirt with squares which did nothing to help his complexion. He inched toward the spot as well, but seeing it was occupied by a fake Sheldon, he thought it best to lean against the couch arm instead.

"Oh boy are you all confused. I am Dr. Cooper." The Sheldon wearing the Flash shirt was adamant, but the rest of the group just rolled their eyes and gave him envious stares that he was in THE SPOT!

"This is crazy!" The last voice was lower than the rest. The five Sheldon's turned around to see a Sheldon unlike the others. He was wearing a black V-neck sweater, with pushed up sleeves that showed off muscles which were bulging through his sweater. However, his most distinctive feature was a deep voice and thick Texan drawl. "We'all can't be Sheldon Cooper!"

Sheldon finally deduced the dilemma. He gave a little jump of joy, smiled and snapped his fingers, "Oh boy! Is this an alternate universe? Are you all different versions of me?"

The Sheldon with the yellow shirt and in desperate need of a decent meal spoke up from the arm of the couch nearest the door, "You mean like parallel worlds? Incredible! I always dreamed, but oh my stars! This means String theory is right! Multi-universes exist! This is paradigm shifting."

"You are all different versions of me! I knew we could cross the barrier between dimensions! Oh this is marvelous! How did this happen?" This Sheldon wore the green shirt, with some unknown character on it. He also wore a huge innocent smile that quickly faded when Sheldon laid into him.

Sheldon snorted and rolled his eyes, "Okay, you're not getting a Nobel anytime soon. What do you mean how did this happen? The barrier between alternate universes has been collapsed by the use of some type of device or localized portal that caused a merging of parallel worlds. I wonder why only 6 of us? Not enough power?" Sheldon started to look around the room for some kind of device, but there was none to be found. He noticed the room he was in was not his own; little things were out of place or strange items he had never seen before. He also noticed a small crayon or pen marks on the beige chair. He must have been transported to one of the other Sheldon's worlds and he was itching to find out which one.

The insulted Sheldon in the green shirt snorted back at him, "Well, Mr. Nobel prize, you haven't figured it out yet? I never knew I was such an ass!"

The composed Sheldon with the Blue No 73 shirt let out a chuckle and leaned against the wall near a whiteboard. He was watching all the interactions in the room like it was a play. He seemed so calm for a person who had just been transported to another world. Sheldon walked up him and eyed him up and down like he was looking in a mirror. Without warning, Sheldon poked a spot on his ribs. The other Sheldon in the number 73 shirt let out a yelp.

"HEY! That tickles!"

Sheldon turned back to the group to yell out his discovery, "It is me! That's my secret tickle spot!" Sheldon was thrilled, but the other Sheldon, not so much.

"Back off you weirdo!" He inched behind the white board to use it as a shield.

Sheldon snorted with haughty derision, walked toward his seat on the couch and yelled at the Flash shirted Sheldon to get out.

"No it's my spot! You guys are alternate versions of me!"

"HA! I am the real Sheldon Cooper, you are all merely copies and I might add some better than others." The green shirted Sheldon looked at the skinny Sheldon then the bulky Sheldon near the desk. Both glowered at him.

The Sheldon who had been standing quietly by the whiteboard suddenly put his face in his hands, and announced loudly, "You are all acting like teenagers! No one is the real Sheldon! THAT'S HOW PARALLEL WORLDS WORK! And no one gets to sit in the spot! Get out!" He had a commanding tone that the group hadn't heard since their father was alive.

The Sheldon with the Flash shirt got out of the spot and sat in the beige chair as he said, "Fine! Mr. Bossy! However I think we need nick names so that we can keep everything straight. You can be bossy Sheldon, this one here is skinny Sheldon! That's grumpy and if anyone is Sneezy, I'm leaving!"

"Hey who are you calling skinny Sheldon! You're not exactly a tubster either, pal! We all can't be like that one!" The skinny Sheldon in the yellow shirt pointed over to the only Sheldon not wearing a comic book themed t-shirt. He was quiet, just watching the display as if he were viewing a TV Show.

The "bossy" Sheldon in the No. 73 shirt had an idea, "Okay. What if we assign numbers to each of us? Like one through six. The person who draws one is the base line, and we all see how we have deviated from his timeline. We can draw straws so it will be fair."

The other Sheldon's looked at each and nodded their heads in agreement. Calling each other skinny Sheldon or bossy Sheldon was not going to work. The Sheldon with the idea grabbed 6 Popsicle sticks and wrote the numbers 1 through 6 on them. He tossed them around behind his back and then each Sheldon drew a stick.

Sheldon drew number One from the handful of sticks. He knew, of course they were all based off him; he was a marvel after all. The baseline for all things good and right with the world. He wondered as the other numbers were handed out, had these Sheldon's just had the heart ripped out by Amy Farrah Fowler? Would they have a Nobel? Finished the Lego Death Star? Gotten Leonard to stop using the urine collection cup for pancakes? All these question flooded his mind.

The next Sheldon in the red Flash shirt, Sheldon Two, was curious as well. How had these Sheldon's reacted when Amy moved in across the hall in 2007? Did they screw it up like he had for so long, or were they all happily married by now. How did they handle her cravings for corn dogs at 2:00 AM? Or the shift in their living arrangements? There was one Sheldon, Sheldon Three, the one wearing the green shirt who couldn't get the smile off his face. He seemed blissful, almost in a daze. Sheldon Two thought him odd, but strangely calm.

Sheldon Three was just elated by everything. He had just met the love of his life, he was on track for a Nobel, his bowel movement ran like a German train schedule and to top it off, it had been confirmed before his eyes that alternate universes really did exist. He couldn't wait to hear the details of these Sheldon's lives although he had to admit, none could possibly be as good as his. He couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

Skinny Sheldon in the yellow shirt drew his number: Four. He hated it; not even prime. The Chinese were right, 4 sucks. A stupid number for a stupid exercise. Why all the fuss? Couldn't they all just get out of this timeline without having to know every little thing? Although, he had to admit, being called number Four was much better than Skinny Sheldon. He looked around at the other Sheldon's and they did seem healthy and worse even happy. They all must be deluded, he thought. Well, most of them looked happy. Bulky Sheldon seemed sad, almost lost, but there was no denying he looked healthy. Yes they all certainly did look very healthy. They probably still had Leonard fetching their food and having communal meals with lively conversation. He didn't need that. He didn't need anything. He just wanted this all to be over with quickly so he could get back to sleep.

Bossy Sheldon in the No. 73 shirt drew number Five, and was the most serene of the bunch. He was also the one with the great idea on using the number system to track the Sheldon's. He was already setting up the whiteboard to start a timeline. He seemed older, although that was impossible. Each of these Sheldon's had to have been born on the same day. Another Sheldon, born earlier or later wouldn't be a Sheldon at all, but another person entirely. This Sheldon however was cloaked in an aura of authority and knowledge that the others seemed to lack.

The Sheldon with the V neck sweater and bulging muscles, now known as number Six, didn't even bother to draw his stick. He just sat down in the desk chair vacated by Sheldon One and just watched, silently. He let out a few snorts of disparagement or shook his head in disagreement. Sheldon One finally figured out what his problem was.

"I get it! You're him! If there are an infinite number of parallel universes, in one of then there's probably a Sheldon who doesn't believe parallel universes exist."

Sheldon Six finally spoke, "Ok, I'll play along. Parallel worlds are nothin' but hokum. Pure and simple."

Sheldon One snapped his fingers and grinned as if had he just met a celebrity, "That's you! The non-believer! Oh my! At least it's better than an alternate reality that has a clown with six heads and candy hands."

"Gross!" Sheldon Three looked disgusted, "Why on earth would a clown have candy hands?"

"To tempt children to steal their souls. That is the only reason to have clowns."

"I don't think I like your parallel world, number One. Not at all!" Sheldon Three inched his way over to his spot but Sheldon Five shook his head and placed the whiteboard squarely on the spot to stop any more cat fights over the real estate. A collective groan was heard throughout the room.

There were multiple conversations going at once: What shows did you watch? Did you like Red Vines? Do you like BBQ burgers on Tuesday? I do too! It was a group of sorority sisters all kibitzing on the same likes and dislikes. It was tedious. Sheldon Five put a stop to it. He started up the time line and got the unruly crew in order.

"Okay, listen up! I don't know how long we've got, so let's make it quick. First off, I think we should agree all science discussion is off the table."

Number Four scrunched up his nose, "First off… I HATE that expression. Next, why not? What we have before us is a Salon of the most brilliant minds any of our universes have ever known! We should use this time and work out the mysteries of the universe!"

Number Five was unwavering, "Look, if I have a secrets to say… Cold Fusion… and you guys don't, I will be altering your time line! Does the Prime Directive mean nothing to you!"

"Cold Fusion? That argument is reductio ad absurdum. Cold fusion.." Sheldon Four snorted with derision.

"It is ridiculous, but he makes a good point. I agree, the Prime Directive does apply!" Sheldon One nodded his head.

Sheldon Five smirked, "Right… ridiculous. Anyway, agreed? No science?"

There was grumble through the room, but eventually the group of Sheldons agreed: No Science would be discussed.

Sheldon Five started to lead the group again, "Good, now…"

Sheldon Three started to whine and cut him off, "But what will we talk about? Worst alternate universe gathering ever!"

"Now now, don't fuss. There is plenty to discuss. Starting with the best subject just below physics! US!"

"HERE! HERE!" The group cheered.

Sheldon Five continued to direct the group like a coach, "Okay… Number One: Front and center. Tell us everything so we can get it all out. And don't make yourself sound better than you really are, because we will know."

"I don't do that! I never have to exaggerate my brilliance." Sheldon One raised his brow, but the groan of the group caused him to frown.

"Yeah… Like that. Don't do that. Now, get on with it!"

Sheldon Five wrote on the white board like a seasoned teacher as Sheldon One gave a base line for the group.

Sheldon One gave his birthday, birthplace and mother and father's info. They were all the same as the rest of the group. They all had a twin sister Missy and an older brother George. They all graduated at 11 and then went off to college. Sheldon Six shook his head for the first time and for anything after the age of 11 he was quiet and pensive.

Sheldon Two was completely disappointed "Well, I had expected something excitingly different from our lives. Maybe one of would be an exotic dancer or something. Hey maybe muscles is one?"

Sheldon Six narrowed his eyes to slits and bellowed back to the group, "No I am not! Exotic dancer… Please…Just because I work out every day… Oh never mind…" Sheldon Six crossed his large arms and glared at the group.

Sheldon Five had an explanation and he said timidly, "Well… If one of us closed the barrier, we probably found Sheldons that had not deviated too far from each other. We will be very similar. If we expanded the field, who knows what the net would have caught?"

"It's like someone was fishing for us!" Sheldon Four looked around and wondered who among them did this experiment. He was beyond envious over the scientific know-how to do so. "If one of had a bigger net so to speak, that person might have caught all sorts of unsavory types!" Sheldon Four narrowed his eyes on Sheldon Six.

Sheldon Two let out a chuckle, "Yeah, we could be sitting here now with exotic dancers Sheldons, rocks star SHeldons, even geologist Sheldons or worse stupid Sheldons!"

Sheldon One waved his hand, "They are one in the same, number Two…There is not a universe that we would ever be stupid or geologists! I stand my ground on that point."

The group cheered back, "HERE! HERE!"

Sheldon Two was crestfallen, "Well, darn it… This is as boring as one of Amy's Little House on the Prairie shows!" but as soon as the name Amy was mentioned, all the other Sheldon's faces lit up like lights on the Vegas strip but Sheldon SIx said nothing. He just looked quizzically at the group's reaction.

"Amy! You have an Amy too!" Sheldon Three was almost jumping off the couch.

Sheldon Two looked flummoxed, "Of course, Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler. She moved in across the hall in 2007! I've been with her for 8 years. Well… 6 and ½ officially, but we count 8 because we call the first year and half my learning curve."

Sheldon One looked amazed, "Moved in across the hall? What happened to Penny? She was supposed to live there." Sheldon Four nodded in agreement.

Sheldon Two was confused, "Penny? The waitress? She lived up in 5A for a while with Bernadette, till Bernadette got married. Now she lives with Leonard across the hall."

Sheldon Three was gob smacked, "Bernadette? Married? To Raj?"

Sheldon One, Two, Four and Five all yelled at the same time, "NO! Howard!"

"HOWARD! No way! That's just crazy talk!" Sheldon Three needed a moment to process. "I guess since her dalliance with Raj didn't work out, that would be possible, but Wolowitz married?"

Sheldon One snorted and let out a chuckle, "In my world, he's an astronaut!"

"You're just making stuff now to tease us! Howard… Wolowitz… In space…" Sheldon Three started starting laughing hysterically till Sheldon's One, Two and Five nodded their heads in agreement with Sheldon One.

"That's crazy!"

Sheldon Two held his temples trying to process the differences, "No what's crazy is a world without Amy across the hall. I don't know how I could deal with that! Oh lordy."

Sheldon One was amazed, "Remarkable! In my world, Penny lived across the hall."

"Mine too!" Sheldon Three and Four both chimed in.

"Does Penny steal your milk too?" Sheldon One smiled, leaning toward Sheldon Three and Four.

"Yes! As a matter of fact, I keep the milk in the orange juice carton now, and I put chalk water in the milk carton. She didn't notice for 3 weeks!" Sheldon Three was very proud he thought of that trick.

"Ha! That's genius!" Sheldon One was scheming to fix his fridge and hide his milk as soon as he got back to his world.

Sheldon Four suddenly looked saddened, "I don't have to worry about that anymore."

"Why? Did she and Leonard finally get married?" Sheldon Three had been waiting for years for that to happen, and it could not come a moment too soon for him. The back and forth affair of those two was getting tiresome.

Sheldon Five slapped the back of the couch, "Go on now, they get married? The day Leonard and Penny finally get married, the show is over my friends. I just can't imagine it. They're all talk."

Sheldon One grew a smile, "Well, as a matter of fact, in my world, Penny and Leonard have just taken off to Vegas to get married on a lark not less than a few hours ago."

Sheldon One looked at the door with a slight smile that quickly faded, "I was happy for them. At least they know where they stand." Sheldon licked his lips and looked down at his hands.

Sheldon Two shook his head with acknowledgement. He knew that face, he had seen it reflected in the mirror too many times over the last 8 years, "Oh god, how did you screw it up with Amy?"

Sheldon One was incensed, "How on earth do you know I screwed things up with Amy? Maybe she screwed things up, huh? Maybe she is being unreasonable after just one simple question?" Sheldon One looked around for sympathy, but none was offered.

"Nope. It's you. It's always you. Don't worry, you'll get used to it." Sheldon Five smiled with the knowledge that 15 years with Amy had taught him: It was always his fault. His opinion was shared by two others in the group, Sheldon Three and to some extent, Sheldon Two as well.

Sheldon Four just looked away and grumbled something under his breath. Sheldon Six watched it all, intrigued, but never said a word.

Sheldon Five pulled the board off the spot and gestured to Sheldon One, "Take our seat in our spot and tell us your tale. We will all take turns and since you're number One, you can start. I have a feeling that Amy Farrah Fowler will be a running theme in all our stories."

Sheldon One sat in his spot and let out a huge sigh. "Have any of you seen the Flash?"

A/N: I hope you liked the start to this story! Its going to be about 15 chapters with back stories and Epilogues for each one. Just a little recap:

Sheldon One: He is the Sheldon from the Show. This story takes place minutes after the Skype call ended from the Finale.

Sheldon Two: He is from my Big Reversal Theory: The Vixen in 4B story. You will find out how he did with Amy and how their lives are now, 6 years later.

Sheldon Three: Let's just call him happy. You will find out in chapter 3 why!

Sheldon Four: He is the polar opposite of Sheldon Three. You will find out why in Chapter 5.

Sheldon Five: This is the Sheldon from my Caustic Cohabitation Conundrum. He is the one who met Amy when he was 21 at Harvard. This is 15 years later and a lot of changes have happened.

Sheldon Six: Non-believer. His story will unfold later, but he is unlike them all.

I hope you stick through this crazy ride. After Chapter two, it will be less confusing who the Sheldons are.

The point of this story is that Sheldon from the show will only listen to a select few people in his life. Who better to give him advice on Amy then a room filled with the most intelligent person he knows: HIMSELF!

Thanks for reading I would really love to know what you think. It's been a labor of love to write this story. I hope you enjoy it!