This will be a series of one-shots featuring the whole cast, but really Shamy-centric. The idea is that we peek in as they celebrate these bizarre (and yet totally legitimate) holidays. While some of the situations may veer, everything starts from a canon place. It's meant to be fun, so don't take it too seriously.

I AM IN CONTROL DAY

Today was Sheldon Cooper's favorite day of the year. Better than Pi Day. Better than Richard Feynman's birthday. Even better than Star Wars Day. This was the day that everything fell into place just the way he wanted.

He jumped out of bed with boundless energy. It was his day and he had a lot to do. He sent out the customary email, reminding everyone of the itinerary. Amy was the only one who bothered to respond. He smiled as he read her simple, direct text. No needless chatter, no silly emoticons. Just her enthusiasm about the day along with a brief mention that she hoped he had slept well. She knew how excited he got about this day. It was always impossible for him to sleep the night before.

After an equally brief but cordial reply to Amy, he went to the couch to wait for breakfast. Right on cue, Leonard came through the door balancing bags and food containers in his hands. He frowned when he saw Sheldon sitting on the couch watching him.

"Didn't you hear me struggling with my keys?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Of course. You know I hear everything."

"Then why didn't you come and open the door? This is all for you anyway." He dropped his packages heavily on the kitchen island before turning back just in time to see his roommate shrug.

"Didn't want to."

"It's only one day. It's only one day," Leonard repeated under his breath as he stomped to his bedroom. "Then I can kill him tomorrow!" he added as he slammed the door. He knew he would not be able to hide for long. He needed to go and get Penny before the rest of the gang arrived. No way he could handle that crazy bastard all by himself. Not today.

As Leonard left his room, he met Sheldon in the hallway.

"We are already behind schedule, Leonard," he said, his voice sharp and condescending.

"What do you want from me, Sheldon? I did my part on time. I can't control everyone else."

"Well I can. It's my day after all," Sheldon said.

"Your day. Right," Leonard said through gritted teeth. "I'll be back." He tried to brush past, but Sheldon blocked his path.

"Where are you going?"

"To get Penny so we can get this fun day started." Since Sheldon still struggled with sarcasm, he smiled at Leonard's retreating back.

"Thanks, Buddy."

Just as Leonard was about to open the door, there was a knock. He swung it open to find Amy smiling at him. "Hey Amy," he said as he moved past her and headed for Penny's apartment. "He's inside, and he's all yours. May God have mercy on your soul."

Amy frowned at him, but before she could ask, Sheldon was at the door ushering her in.

"Good morning, Amy," he said, pure joy radiating from his face. Amy wanted to believe it was just because he was so happy to see her, but she knew it was mostly because he was excited about the day. There was nothing Sheldon Cooper loved more than bossing everyone around.

"Hi, Sheldon." When she turned from hanging her purse from the back of his desk chair, she was surprised to find him standing very close. Even more shocking, he leaned down and kissed her. Quickly at first, and then again, the next one lasting a little longer. Knowing his love of triplicate, she kissed him back for the third kiss, them smiled at him.

"Somebody's in a good mood. You're practically glowing," she said as she followed him to the couch.

"So are you," he said, smiling shyly when she blushed.

"Are you excited about today?" She already knew the answer, but his excitement was contagious. "Tell me what you have planned."

Sheldon started bouncing in his seat, unable to contain his joy. He reached for her hand as he spoke. "Oh, I am, Amy. And I think you will be happy with what I have in mind. I know the itinerary was ambiguous, but that was intentional. You see, I want to-"

Their conversation was interrupted by Leonard and Penny coming through the door with Howard, Raj and Bernadette right on their heels.

"Sorry we're late," Bernie said as soon as she was in the room. "Somebody couldn't get their hair right!" She nodded to indicate Raj, who ran his hand through his hair self-consciously.

"Yeah, it wasn't our fault. So please, no demerits," Howard added. "I can't sit through that course again so soon."

Sheldon took pity on them. "You're all forgiven," he said with a smile and a wave of his arms. "I'm just too happy to hold a grudge … this time," he added with a piercing look. "Now, who is ready for breakfast?"

They all gathered around the coffee table as they had so many times before, only this time there wasn't a lot of excitement about the food choice.

Penny stared down at her plate of fried chicken and turned up her nose. Normally this wouldn't be a problem. She liked chicken and she liked cupcakes. But not necessarily together. And not at 7:00 in the morning.

"Do we really have to eat this?" she asked, ignoring the looks of horror she received from Leonard, Howard and Raj.

Once again, Sheldon was forgiving. He spared them all the lecture and simply said, "Yes. Breakfast must be cupcakes and fried chicken . That's what Meemaw always did. That is the tradition. And I am in control, remember?"

"But isn't it oatmeal day?" she continued undeterred.

Sheldon shrugged. "What's life without whimsy?"

How could Penny argue with logic like that? She relented and forced enough of the meal down to satisfy her bat crap crazy neighbor.

After breakfast everyone lined up for inspection.

"Tell me again why we do this," Bernadette asked as she waited her turn.

"Apparently someone has forgotten what Sheldon is like when he doesn't get his way," Howard whispered from beside her.

"Yeah, you weren't here for the Sheldon Is Out of Control Day meltdown of 2003," Raj cautioned. "Trust me, it's better this way."

"It's some crazy Bizarre Holidays calendar his Meemaw always sends him," Leonard reminded her. "It says today is I Am In Control Day, which Sheldon takes to mean he can impose his will on society for 24 hours."

"Not society," Sheldon corrected. "Just you guys. As the lucky people who comprise my inner circle, you get to be a part of this very special day." He looked around the room in mock humility. "You're welcome."

His gaze landed on Amy and she smiled at him. While everyone else hated these silly celebrations, she usually enjoyed them. A whole day spent with Sheldon could never be wasted time. And she didn't really mind his calling all the shots. Maybe she was a submissive, she thought, a tingle zipping down her spine. She couldn't stop the "Hoo!" that escaped her lips, but luckily only Sheldon heard it. He looked at her with an expression she couldn't read, but said nothing.

"But why?" Bernadette repeated.

"Like I said," Raj answered, "It's better this way.

Bernadette shook her head. "No. I mean why do they do it?" she asked, indicating Sheldon.

"My Meemaw started it," Sheldon said. "Once, when I was a young boy, she heard me wishing that my body would hurry up and catch up with my brain. It had been a particularly hard week at college and I was tired of being so much smaller than my peers."

"They were not your peers, Sheldon," Amy interjected. "They were just students at the same school."

He beamed at her in response to the compliment before continuing. "She told me that it was wrong to wish my life away and that every day was worth celebrating. When I was not convinced, she produced a monthly calendar that listed odd and often unknown holidays that existed for pretty much every day of the week. It became our secret tradition. Even after I moved away from home she would send me a list each month.

"She still does," Leonard interrupted. "Check the refrigerator."

"You know, Sheldon," Howard added, "We are all free to celebrate this holiday. So wouldn't that mean I am also in control today? And Bernie or Amy or Raj?"

"Oh please! Like any of you could be trusted to be in charge! Well, maybe one of you could handle it," he added, giving Amy a bashful smile. "Besides, that's not how my Meemaw did it. It's my day, so deal with it."

After approving everyone and giving them their pre-exit briefing, Sheldon dismissed the group to head to their cars.

"You can ride with us," Penny whispered to Amy as they gathered their belongings. "We'll push Dr. Whackadoodle off on the Wolowitzes."

"Uh-uh-uh," Sheldon cautioned, "I am in control day. Remember?"

"How could we possibly forget?" Penny rolled her eyes while everyone but Amy nodded in solidarity.

"And when aren't you in control?" Leonard asked.

Sheldon ignore him. "Just move along," he said. "And Amy and I will be riding together. Didn't any of you study the seating chart?"

Everyone groaned except Sheldon and Amy; Sheldon because he was too excited about what the day would hold, and Amy because Sheldon wanted them to ride together. She had been on the verge of declining Penny's offer anyway. She would never pass up an opportunity to be near her brilliant little snuggle bunny.

Once everyone except Sheldon and Amy were seated in the cars that Sheldon deemed appropriate, he pulled out his phone and sent them a group text: "Bazinga!"

Penny was the first to respond. "What the hell, Sheldon!"

"There has been a change of plans," he said. "We will not be spending the day as I outlined earlier."

"You're cancelling our plans? Why?" Leonard asked. He knew Sheldon well enough to know that there was a catch coming.

"Don't question it, man," Howard snapped. "Just go!" He urged Leonard to start the car and drive away, but Sheldon held up his hand to stop them.

"Wait. I'm not letting you go, exactly. You still have a schedule to follow, just not the one I gave you earlier." He handed each of them an envelope. Silence filled both cars as the group read a revised itinerary.

"You should all see your faces," Sheldon laughed. He turned to see if Amy was laughing, but she just looked confused. She had not received an updated schedule so she had no idea what they were so upset about.

"Now we have to go to … Glass Beach?" Penny gasped.

Once he was through laughing, Sheldon explained. "I have decided to do things differently this year," he said. "Instead of the usual stops, all I want is for all of you to go to the beach and each bring back enough sea glass to fill up the small containers that I included in your trip packets."

"That's it?" Raj asked, his tone suspicious.

"That's it," Sheldon assured.

"Then why did you put us through all of this?" Leonard yelled. "All that crap about the science museum and the train store. There was even a quiz!"

"It was a clever decoy, of course," Sheldon said smugly. He turned to smile at Amy. "Another classic prank. They never see them coming."

"Are you and Amy going to the beach with us?" Bernadette asked, wondering why they were taking three cars when they could easily have fit into two.

Sheldon shook his head and reached for Amy's hand. "Amy and I will not be joining you on your excursion. I have other plans for us." Amy's mouth fell open.

"You lucky, lucky girl," Penny said sarcastically.

"Enjoy the train store, Amy," Howard added.

"Hang on," Bernadette said. "If you're not coming with us, why should we go through with this? You do realize that Glass Beach is almost nine hours away, right?"

"Because it's my day," Sheldon reasoned. "I should probably mention that Read a Road Map Week is coming up."

"Oh God, I can't go through that again!" Howard said and Raj nodded in agreement.

"So you should probably get going." Sheldon said. He waved as they drove away, turning to Amy as soon as they were out of sight. "Let's go," he said as he pulled her back towards his apartment.

"Why? Aren't we going to the science museum?"

"No."

"The train store?"

"No."

"Where are we going?" She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk waiting for an answer.

"Home." Something about the way he said it and the look in his eye made Amy's knees go weak.

As they rounded the second floor landing, she regained her voice. "Do you have something planned for us too?" she asked, her mouth suddenly dry.

He nodded, but said nothing.

"Something we can do in your apartment?"

He nodded again.

"You said earlier that you thought I'd be happy with it."

"Yes."

"Something I'll like then?"

"Yes." He voice dropped two octaves on that response, which turned Amy's insides to jelly.

They were now at his apartment door, which he held open so she could go in first. Amy couldn't remember him ever doing that before and she suddenly felt very conscious of her body. Was he checking her out?

He closed the door, locked it, and turned to face her. While Amy did not know much about sex, or men in general for that matter, she knew this particular man very well. And she knew all of his looks and moods. Never had he looked at her with such intensity, like a predator ready to devour his prey.

She swallowed around the lump in throat and seemed to be fighting for every breath. "Sheldon, do you want to do what I think you want to do?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough for his Vulcan hearing. Besides, the way he was watching her mouth, he could easily have read her lips. When she licked them, a low groan escaped him that he could not control.

He shook his head at the thought. I am in control.

"But," Amy stammered, "You said we couldn't. Not until next year." What are you saying, stupid? He's gonna think you don't want to. And you do. You really, really do!

"I said we can't do that again until your birthday," he corrected, moving closer to her. "This is completely different."

"Well, I hope not completely different." Amy smiled, but he just continued to watch her; stalk her. He kept walking until his body was barely grazing hers.

"Your birthday was a gift I gave you at your apartment. This is a gift you are giving me at my apartment. Completely different."

Amy stared up at him, enjoying the feeling of his breath on her face. "Oh," was all she managed to say.

He reached down and took her hand, kissing her fingers. "I am in control," he said seductively.

Then he pulled her into his arms, molding her body to his. "I am in control."

Finally, he pulled back and cupped her face, lowering his lips to hers in a long, slow kiss. "I am in control."

His voice was now a whisper as he led her to his bedroom. "I am in control."

He stood in front of Amy and began to unbutton her cardigan, then the blouse underneath it. "I am in control."

By the time they were both undressed and lying intertwined in his bed, sweaty and panting each others name, he was no longer in control. He had lost all control, gladly yielding it to his Vixen.

Across town their friends sat around a pub table at a local bar.

"I've never had alcohol this early in the morning before," Bernadette said, swirling the wine in her glass.

"Me either," Raj said as he picked at the label on his bottle of beer.

"What a bunch of nuns," Penny said, surveying the group. "Where else were we gonna get this? She dropped the wine bottle on the floor, watching it shatter into tiny piece. Then she did the same with Raj's bottle, and then Leonard's and Howard's and Bernie's. As they were all drinking something different, the pile contained a rainbow of glass shards.

"Now start filling those containers!"

THE END