Someone challenged me to 'write an Amy/Sheldon' piece. I don't like Shamy but I dislike refusing a challenge even more so here is my offering. Rating will change upwards in last chapter. This will be mercifully short for all our sakes.
Reparata
Chapter 1 of Amelia
Amy Farrah Fowler was feeling angsty and had been for the past few days. She anticipated another boring 'Fun With Flags' session on Friday followed by her boyfriend, Sheldon Cooper, sitting there like a bump on the proverbially log.
It wasn't that 'Fun With Flags' was boring, per se, but it was her entire life that felt that way. Especially when she thought about her relationship with Sheldon. She loved him as she had no other man other than perhaps her 10th grade calculus teacher, Mr. Billingsley, who made her feel womanly when he'd call on her and addressed her as Miss Amelia. He had been so courtly and so handsome and…
Work was boring. There were only so many addictions she felt humane about inflicting upon her batch of test monkeys. It was no longer personally or professionally satisfying and her intellect craved the challenge of new fields of study.
Once again she faced a trip to the local drug store to procure a new electric toothbrush. She had worn the soft bristles down and it was time for – that was it! It was time to change those things that rang her bells, melted her butter, brought the plaintive sound of 'hoo' from deep within her when she climaxed.
She would exchange her current paradigm of being 'Amy Farrah Fowler' for one that brought 'Miss Amelia' out into the light again. Now she only had to focus her fine mind of just what it was that had made Mr. Billingsley fill her teenaged masturbation fantasies with such frequency.
She Skyped Sheldon once she had her rudimentary plan outlined. It was time to begin and to do so meant cutting herself off from all visual contact with her boyfriend.
"Amy, this is an unexpected surprise and you know I don't particularly relish surprises."
"All surprises are, by definition unexpected. But yes, Sheldon, I am well aware of your dislike of anything that disrupts your schedule but this," and here she hesitated but pushed on past her insecurities, "constitutes an emergency as defined in our Relationship Agreement, Section 23, subsection 4, paragraph 7."
She watched his face as his wonderful mind brought up their Agreement and then the sadness that pervaded his eyes for just a moment before he said, "You wish to cease all communications with me? Whatever for, Amy? Are you," she thought his voice broke a little, "are you breaking up with me?"
"No, Sheldon, I simply wish for some space. We may still text or talk via telephone with one another but I do not wish to see you or to be seen by you for a period of 60 days. If you are in agreement, email me the amendments to our Agreement for my electronic signature."
Sheldon was both confused and afraid. He couldn't think of a single thing that had occurred between them that would prompt her to – unless she was…cheating and wished to establish boundaries so that her sexual escapades would go unseen by him.
"Are you planning on 'seeing' anyone else during this period, Amy?" His eyes darkened and seemed to bore into her skull.
"Of course not, Sheldon. Don't be a ninny. I simply want 'space' and a time period of 60 days. At the end of that period I fully expect to resume our relationship exactly as written so long ago."
"I shall have the changes in your inbox within the hour, Amy Farrah Fowler. If there is nothing else, I bid you good evening."
"There is nothing else. Good evening, Sheldon. I - " She stopped herself and closed out the Skype window. Those words she so wanted to utter and to hear whispered back to her died on her lips. I love you.
Week One
Amy researched several facilities and soon narrowed her selection down to 'Anytime Wellness for Women' and joined that very afternoon. She was assigned a personal trainer named Cindee and began a program of physical exercise, yoga and classes on proper nutrition.
Fortunately for her, her trainer had a soft spot (probably where the skull plates of her head failed to properly fuse in infancy) for women who were in sad shape and wanted to do a 'make over'.
"Oh, Dr. Fowler, we're going to have such fun turning you into a healthy specimen of glowing and vibrant womanhood. We'll start with a basic assessment and then go over some basic dietary changes and then plan our assault of your physique."
By the end of Week One, Amy Farrah Fowler wanted to dissect Cindee's brain while she was still alive. Amy ached from the skin on the bottoms of her feet to her split ends. Cindee was 5 years older than her but looked years younger. She hated her perky little boobs and her tight buns and her oh-so-clear skin. She was the epitome of everyone she'd hated through high school – and she was paying good money to be physically tortured.
Week Two brought about no immediate or discernable changes except that Sheldon seemed more inclined to text or call her now than before and for the most absurd reasons sometimes. Amy found herself sleeping more soundly, however, and arising and performing her morning ablutions with a smile on her face. Others noticed but didn't comment figuring, incorrectly, that she'd finally found an acceptable level of fiber in her diet.
Near the end of Week Three Amy suffered an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction but thankfully it occurred in her lab and not in the corridor or parking lot.
Her skirt slipped down over her slimmer hips and buttocks as she was walking to her test subject cages and pooled around her ankles, tripping her. She pulled up her woolen skirt and bundled the waist in her fist and fled the lab for the nearest convenience store where she purchased safety pins and returned to work smiling from ear to ear.
Considering that all her skirts were the same size, she found it necessary to revise her plan schedule and purchase new wardrobe items.
The clerk looked at the plain, drab woman and took her under her wing. "Honey, with your figure, you should wear shorter skirts that display your assets rather than these 'I wanna be a nun' things like you got on now. And sweetie, no one wears slips any more."
She spent $200 on skirts she'd probably never wear just to keep hearing Wendy's squeaky 'oooo, sexy' when she came out of the changing room and pirouetted. She would make several visits before Week Eight ended and would love every second of each.
Sheldon's calls and texts came with increasing frequency and she always answered his texts or took his calls regardless of what she was doing or where she was.
"Amy, I'm uncomfortable with this amendment to our Relationship Agreement. I hardly think it's fair that you arbitrarily decide to vanish from my presence without any discussion or debate. At least tell me what it is that has made you make such a radical change in our relationship paradigm. I think I have the right to know given our 'history'."
"I regret your discomfort, Sheldon, but I am not causing it. Perhaps you should spend more time debunking Dr. Winkle's ridiculous notions regarding gravity and loop theory than worrying about the reasons behind this necessary hiatus in our spending time together in the same room, so to speak."
"Well! I hardly think I'm the one at fault for this 'hiatus' you're imposed on us. You told me I had done nothing wrong and I have discussed this at great length with Penny and Leonard and neither of them has been privy to your thoughts. In fact, Penny commented that as your bestie, she has not seen you either."
"Sheldon, it is for the best. It is something I have to do. Think of it as a period of negative Pon Farr, if you will. My blood runs cold and I have no desire to amend my decision at this time."
"I see. Very well, Amy. I shall speak with you again soon. Good evening."
She could hear the hurt in his voice and it made her cry. She abhorred crying and abhorred even more the fact that the wounds to her heart were self-inflicted.
She took out her plan and reread it and in doing so, strengthen her resolve to stand firm and see it through to the end. She was a woman, strong, creative and determined to achieve the creation of this new paradigm.
It hadn't been all hearts and flowers during these past weeks. She had eschewed all thoughts of masturbation as a form of motivation to help her achieve her goals.
She even bought a hand-powered Reach toothbrush despite her desires to purchase several battery powered ones. No. She was a woman with a mission.
She was Amelia Farrah Fowler.
