Sheldon Six

Chapter 1


A huge thank you to ShAmy4ver for beta reading and also ChaliceInnana who helped me with a major plot change on this story.


Here we go, folks, the continuation of Sheldon Six's story. If you have not read my story Six Sheldon's, this story will be a little confusing, but you can still enjoy it. Sheldon Six has never met Amy or the gang. This is the rest of his story.


From the Epilogue of Six Sheldons

Sheldon looked at his watch and realized he had no time for flirts. He had to get this Amy Farrah Fowler's lab on time. The website was clear: If you are late, you obviously don't have the intelligence required for the experiment. Sheldon had to agree, this Amy girl was spunky. However, nothing compared to how he felt with the woman he just met. He almost gave up on this Amy just to chase after her, but he had to put his mind at ease. Amy Farrah Fowler was a made up fantasy, nothing more. As soon as he was done, he'd find that woman with the haunting green eyes, that was for damn sure, he promised.


Sheldon rushed down the hall looking desperately for the Neuroscience lab. It had been a while since he had been on campus and the powers that be in their infinite wisdom had rearranged everything to form some synergy between departments. The last thing Sheldon wanted was to be closer to geology, but right now, he just needed to find this supposed "Amazing Amy's" lab.

Sheldon reached the door just as a pair of small manly hands was about to close it. He snuck through and gave the brunette a shy smile. She was stocky for her height and had her hair back in a tight bun that did nothing for her pie shaped face. The woman glowered at Sheldon with the same countenance as a Soviet gymnastic coach. Sheldon wondered if this was the famous Amy Farrah Fowler in the flesh. If this was she, her sour mien and growl were enough to tell him that the opinions of the imagined congress of Sheldons was best ignored.

"Just in time!" Sheldon grinned, but it was not returned.

The woman said nothing to Sheldon and rolled her eyes at his cheeky smile. Her voice could shatter glass, as she called to the back of the lab, "Today's first volunteer has arrived, Doctor."

"Oh good. " A muffled voice called from the back of the lab.

"Yes, sir. More than good!" A thin man with a wolfish grin was eyeing Sheldon like a roast complete with a lick of his thin lips and eye brows rising. Sheldon swallowed and backed up a little as the man practically did the samba toward him.

"Um… hello."

"Oh my, hello to you. What's your name, beefy?" The man with high lilt in his voice was cut off by a woman shouting from the back.

"Eddy! Quit flirting with the subjects again! Just bring the person in please." Sheldon couldn't see the woman who called back. Her voice was muffled as if she was speaking through layers of fabric.

"Ugh, she needs to do some flirting…" The man mumbled and then eyed Sheldon again with a twinkle in his eye, "Oh and you will do nicely." He winked at Sheldon and called back, "Coming Doctor." Eddy wrapped his arm around Sheldon's and led him to the back.

As Sheldon rounded the corner, he found the person was in fact speaking through a mask, a green surgical one. He swallowed hard, wondering what fresh hell he had found himself in although even through the mask, her voice was better than the woman who greeted him or the man now attached to his arm like a snake.

The woman was wearing a large paper surgical robe that nearly reached the floor. Her whole body was covered, including her hair with a net. It could have been anyone under the robes, and Sheldon would never be the wiser. He had to know if this woman cloaked in the vestment of a surgeon was the right person, or was he was wasting his time trying to disprove his fantasy.

He wrangled himself out of Eddy's tight grip and asked, "Um… is this where the study of volunteer genius' is being carried out by Dr. Amy Fowler?"

Her muffled voice answered, "Highly intelligent individuals and yes, I am Dr. Fowler."

The woman spun around and then cocked her head at Sheldon. He thought he heard a slight chuckle through her mask.

Sheldon breathed out a sigh of relief and wished he could see under all those paper surgical robes to see if she was really this wonderful creature the dream Sheldons expounded, "Right… genius… Then I am in the right place." He gave her a curled up grin with a wink, but only received a shake of the head. Charm didn't work on this one, he figured, so he'd have to get his information by some other means. He was intrigued by her blasé attitude.

"Oh. I see… you're a genius huh?" The masked Amy crossed her arms but he could see she was smiling by the way her eyes squinted to the sides. Her eyes had a familiar glow, but it was too hard to see anything through those goggles she wore.

Sheldon coughed and said, "Um yes… I have um.. an IQ of 187."

"That's all?" Amy asked. Eddy snickered as Sheldon's jaw dropped.

"THAT'S ALL? Have you had many volunteers with an IQ of 187 with an eidetic memory who won the Stevenson award at 15?" Sheldon glowered at the person who had dared to insult him. Fantasy woman indeed, he thought.

"Oh you're of those."

"ONE OF WHAT?"

Dr. Fowler made quote marks, "Special ones. Good, but we will be studying emotions. So given your response …" Amy eyed Sheldon up and down, "Okay… you'll do." She motioned at the chair for him to sit down, which he did, as he looked about for scalpels.

"Hold up there, lady. How do I know you have the credentials to handle this study? I mean…how long have you had your doctorate?"

"Since I was 22."

"How old are ya now?"

"34."

Sheldon nodded, "Okay… that's right."

Amy tilted her head to the side, "Of course, its right!"

"Do you like monkeys?"

"Who doesn't?"

Sheldon jutted his jaw toward her, trying to catch her with his rapid fire questions, "Where did ya go to school?"

"Harvard."

"Okay… that's true…How old were you when you started?"

"16, though I don't see how this has anything to do with…"

Sheldon cut her off, "16 huh? Well, that's young. I bet you had a lotta fun there huh?"

"If you mean long cold winters, begging the administration for funds so I can cut up brains and paying off my enormous student loans fun, then, yes it was blast."

Sheldon crossed his arms, and asked with a leer, "Oh I bet you had fun, didn't ya, girl. Those Yankee boys…" He had to find out if she was as inexperienced as the Sheldons had said, but knew enough not to come out and ask if she was a virgin.

Now it was Amy's turn to interrupt Sheldon, "Those Yankee boys, as you put it, were not interested in a woman who could match their intellect, see through their swagger and decimate their arguments. Now, let's find out if you can. Shall we?"

Sheldon had to smirk at her wit. That was one thing off the list, but now he had to know more. Was she as brilliant as advertised, "Tell me about the study and the purpose?"

Amy lowered her tone and said calmly, "What the study entails is a series of tests that will chart an emotional response through visual stimuli while you are monitored with electrodes."

"Okay, no personal questions, then?"

"No, I'm not so rude as to ask personal questions to a perfect stranger. I was raised right." Amy eyes squinted with her hidden smile. Sheldon's blood started to heat up.

"Alrighty then. Who are the subjects, just anyone you think is a genius?"

"Not at all. I will be verifying that you are of the intelligence level you claim to be."

Sheldon was all business, "Good, and the purpose of the study?"

"To determine if intelligence has any bearing on emotional reactions."

"Your hypothesis?" He thought to himself, now we will see if this woman is as smart as those Sheldons said.

"That those with a high intelligence quotient handle emotional responses differently and in some cases, better than those of lesser intelligence."

"I concur with that view, although it is not the popular opinion."

"Maybe because only stupid people get upset when their intelligence is questioned."

"Agreed." Sheldon had to smile at the rapid response Amy had given him. However, then he remembered she had earlier insulted his intelligence, and he responded with anger. He couldn't tell, but he could see her eyes show a slight glint. She was crafty one, to be sure. Rapier wit was a good description for her. Sheldon continued with his questions, "The control?"

"I found a group of grad students from the history department and ran the same study on them last week." Amy was getting the electrodes ready for Sheldon. Eddy, who was handing each one to Amy, was barely able to concentrate while he was gawking at Sheldon's body.

"Good idea. No threat to contaminate the results with that crowd."

"Agreed." Amy turned to a distracted Eddy, "Maybe I should have used undergraduates from Psychology." Eddy back away with a sheepish grin. Amy turned back to Sheldon and with a muffled voice continued her explanation, "I tried to get grads from Art History, but they were out on some field trip to some water color commune like a bunch of hippies."

"Of course they were." Sheldon smiled at the comment but went back to business, "Duration of experiment?"

"This part will entail a 45 minute session. There are two or three more to follow if you can pass muster."

Sheldon lowered his head and his tone, "I always pass muster, woman."

"Save that anger for the test, handsome. Ready to get started?" Amy snapped her purple latex gloves and tried to start the placement of the electrodes, but Sheldon who beamed at her compliment quickly asked another question.

"Sure, but why are you donned out in this costume that makes you look like a hot carcass scraper at pig farm?"

"Oh, forgive me. Some of the participants do not like to be touched. I wear this to make them feel comfortable." Amy came closer to him holding up her purpled gloved hands, "I have to put these electrodes on your head. I will have to touch you."

Well I have to admit that I am wary of being touched by strangers, and so I am not too keen on crowds or crowded situations, however I must say that my main concern at the moment is this outfit. Its making me think you got yourself a big ol' needle behind your back ready to stab me."

"Oh, that comes later!" Amy smiled which Sheldon couldn't see, his eyes popped wide. "A jest. I see humor fails on certain… groups. I will remove the vestment, if it makes you more comfortable."

"Yes, take it off. Take it all off…" Sheldon swallowed and watched holding his breath. What did this famous Amy look like? He expected an ogre or some she wolf.

"I will remove it." As she turned her back to her him, he watched her take off the robe. She was wearing a lab coat underneath the robe, but it was short enough to show off her legs which were covered in tights. She removed her purple gloves and goggles, and Sheldon felt like he was at one of his father's strips clubs, only the sexy science version. He followed each of her movements as his mouth gaped open.

Amy asked, "So, tell me. Did you ever get another cup of coffee after you spilled yours on me? If not, we have some, although you will have to wait till after the test. Free radical abatement is wonderful, but I need you clear headed." Amy titled her neck to pull off the mask, and her hair was released from the net. She turned around just as she was putting on her glasses with the copper frames and smiled at Sheldon who lost his breath in an instant.

How had he not seen it before? She was everything they had described and more. Her toothy grin lit up the room. Her chestnut hair was glimmering and was only out shone by her piercing blue-green eyes like deep jade pools of some hidden lagoon. The same woman who stopped his heart earlier was the one and only Amy. He could barely think let alone speak.

"You're the woman from the hall?"

"Yes, though a little drier now."

Sheldon stood up to meet her, but then took a step back as if he had encountered a ghost, "Amy?"

"Yes?" Amy put her hand, "And your name is?" Amy kept her hand outstretched and offered to him with a half-smile. Sheldon reached out timidly and held the same hand again, this time he was even more reluctant to let it go.

"It's Sheldon..." For a moment, Sheldon thought irrationally that she would somehow recognize him, and then he realized his hope overshadowed his reason. Sheldon cleared his throat and pulled back his hand, hiding it under his arm, "Um, I mean. Dr. Sheldon Cooper."

"Nice to meet you, again under less wet circumstances. Now, ready for me to scare the crap outta you?" Amy winked at him, but he just held his chest.

Sheldon gasped, "You just did, little lady."

"Good, keep that energy up! Now, I have to put these on your head and one on your heart to check your pulse. You mentioned that you were uncomfortable with strangers touching you, do you want me to put my gloves on again."

"Well, as we have already been informally and now formally introduced, then I do not consider you a stranger, so I'm fine with all the touching you want to do." Sheldon grinned as he inched forward on the edge of his seat toward Amy not realizing his own words till Eddy let out a slight squeal. The other woman grumbled and walked to the other room

"Oh really?" Amy nearly let out a chuckle but stifled it.

Sheldon started to pull his shirt up revealing his stomach and part of his chest, "Do you need me to take off anything else?"

Eddy screamed out, "YES!" While Amy said quickly, snapping a quick look at Eddy. "No! We don't need him to take off his clothes," as she tugs his shirt down before too much is revealed. Her hand grazed over his skin while she pulled down his shirt. She took a swallow, and looked away.

Eddy quipped back, "Maybe you don't, sweetie…"

"Eddy! Go help Gladys in the control room!" Amy watched as Eddy pouted and scurried off to a room behind a mirrored wall. "He's a little excitable. Oh, and um… You can keep your shirt on."

Sheldon scooted the bar stool closer to her and spread his legs so he was nearly straddling her. "So where do these electrodes go on me?" Sheldon leaned in closer to Amy. Her scent filled his senses. It was a fruity, yet fragrant aroma that made Sheldon think of strawberries mixed with pineapple, but it was scent like no other. He had never smelled a more heavenly aroma.

"The electrodes go on your head and one near your heart. Now hold still, this will only take a minute." Amy placed an electrode cap on Sheldon's head. As he bent his head down, he closed his eyes. He was not used to a person's touch, but hers was so gentle, it felt like a massage. "There we are. Now, I just need to put a few more around your temples."

Amy didn't notice Sheldon inhaling her scent like he was sniffing fresh baked cookies, "You're a Dr. huh? Of what field?"

"Theoretical Physics." Sheldon looked up and smirked but Amy rolled her eyes.

Amy stepped back and looked over Sheldon, "Well… I think I can still use you in the study. It'll be a stretch."

"A STRETCH!? I solve the mysteries of the universe, woman."

Amy snorted, "No… you don't solve them, you guess at them. Now, about those other electrodes!"

Sheldon let out a breath and felt his blood boiling under the skin. This Amy was infuriating, insulting and dismissive. Sheldon had never been more energized in his life.

Amy picked up a small electrode pad, but before she could place it, Sheldon put his finger on Amy's temple. "Are you going to place it here? " His hand touched just to the side of Amy's brow, but his thumb touched her cheek. Her skin was smooth and warm. He didn't remove his finger but moved it down her face, "Or here." His hand drifted down to just above her cheek bone, close to the middle of her face. All five of Sheldon's fingers tips were in now contact with Amy's face. He drifted down her cheek bone, past her ear toward her neck. "Or would it be here."

Amy reached up and grabbed his hand and slowly pulled it away, holding onto his wrist as she lowered his hand. As she pulled her hand away, Sheldon gently grasped at hers, as if he was holding her hand, if only for a brief moment. Amy blushed up, "Why don't you leave the Electroencephalography to the experts and you stick with theories that have no practical application to real world science, okay Mr. Dr. of physics?"

"NO REAL WORLD… Woman! I will have you know…" Sheldon was fuming, but the grin on Amy's face calmed him down instantly, "Oh, little lady, you are good. Measuring my emotional response a little early, ain't ya?"

"Sure… let's call it that." She dipped her hand below the neck of his shirt and placed the electrode just below his clavicle. It didn't go unnoticed to her how strong his chest was, but she blinked a few times and looked away.

"Now please focus on the images on the screen and just let your mind experience all the pent up emotions you want. And I must say, you do seem to have a lot. Good luck, sir." Amy turned a 180 and walked to her next subject, a large man with a beard and a silly grin on his face. "Now, Bert, you are only supposed to do this study once! You've been in here at least three times already!"

Sheldon didn't watch the screen as he had been told to do instead his attention was focused solely on Amy. He watched her smile, and his heart jumped a beat when she let out a sweet laugh. He watched her hands scribble something on a clip board as her eyes darted around the page. At one point she dropped her pen, and bent over to retrieve it causing Sheldon to shift uncomfortably in his chair.

Sheldon couldn't take his eyes off her for the 45 minutes that he was supposed to be watching images of injustices, people stealing parking spaces, cutting in line, and not replacing the toilet paper roll. After the time allotted, Sheldon should have been enraged, but instead Amy found him dazed and with a strange subtle smile on his face.

As Amy gently removed the cap and electrodes, Sheldon was grinning from ear to ear at her touch, "Dr. Cooper, are you alright? You seem so…happy?"

"Yeah… that's me. I'm always happy." Sheldon offered her a smile, but Amy frowned.

"You really should have that looked at. Okay, well, thanks for your time. The next study is this afternoon and we will be testing your response to happy stimuli. For you, that would be a cake walk." Amy gave him a quick smile and walked away before Sheldon could say another word. He leapt off the chair to follow her, but she had disappeared into her mirrored room.

Sheldon knocked on the mirrored wall, and pressed his face against the glass. Amy's lab assistant rolled her eyes and got Amy's attention.

"Your new boyfriend is looking for you Dr."

"Boyfriend?" Amy spun around to see Sheldon's face plastered against the glass cupping his eyes to try to see inside the hidden room, "Oh god that guy. He's not my boyfriend."

"That's not what this test results shows. See here… all deep emotional responses in the hippocampus, it is as if he is in love."

Amy grabbed the test results with a start. Sure enough, Sheldon's responses showed elated heart rate, and the areas of the brain that indicated attraction were the only ones lit up. "Over those images! Did you give him the afternoon test?"

"Nope, I even loaded up the one that shows a guy cutting in line a movie theater and then the show is sold out, so those immediately behind him do not get a seat."

Amy eyes widened, "That one is enough to piss anyone off, and yet he's produced these results? This guy has got to be a psychopath! Look how his ventral tegmental area of the brain stem is on fire!" She looked over the video of his scan but her intern interrupted her concentration.

Eddy smirked, "He would be a nut job, but guess what…"

"Psychopath, you should know that as a psychology intern. This guy is afflicted with deep feels of schadenfreude!"

"EW.. what's that? Some German STD?

"No Eddy, he gets joy from other's pain. Damn it, I thought he was normal!" Amy slumped down and watched Sheldon tap on the glass mouthing for Amy.

Eddy snickered, "Well, honey. He would be a psychopath if he had even looked at the images. HOWEVER, he spent the whole time looking at you." Eddy winked at Amy and nudged Gladys who just rolled her eyes.

Amy was enraged. The whole test had been ruined and for what? Some addle minded know it all? She glared at Sheldon through the glass who by now had taken to writing notes backwards on the surface with a bar of soap. She pushed past her interns and stormed out of the room, "Dr. Cooper! What are you doing?"

Sheldon dropped the soap after he finished the letter, Y of Amy, "I just… I um…"

"You have ruined my glass! And my experiment! You were supposed to watch the screen, not day dream around the room! Now I have to do it all over again with god knows who! If I had wanted someone to stare into space, I could have got a monkey to do the test and got better results. I thought you would have been able to take instructions! I guess I was wrong!"

So this is the pole cat Amy the guys warned me about? Sheldon thought as his eyes popped open and he took a deep swallow, "I um.. was distracted. Please forgive me." He stepped closer to her, but Amy's body language told him he better back up. Sheldon stopped and looked down at his feet, "I… um… just wanted to ask you a question."

Sheldon looked up at Amy with his head still bent. He had the bluest eyes she had ever seen, and such a forgivable face.

Amy released a large sigh enough to empty her lungs, "Okay… what is it, Dr. Cooper?"

"Um… Can I buy you a beverage?"

Amy stiffened up again, "What? THAT'S what distracted you? You couldn't ask me after the experiment?"

"Well, I was raised that you try to make up for your mistakes, and after the accident I was about to ask you then, but you took off before I could. When I saw it was you that I had spilled the coffee on, I just wanted to make it up to you. I guess I was thinking how to ask you the whole time. " He gave her a coy grin, which was not returned.

Amy glared at him, "A cup of coffee does NOT make up for screwing up my results, MR!"

"So, then I better buy you lunch too."

"UGH! You're impossible! I just want accurate results!"

Sheldon put his hands in his pockets and offered a shrug, "I could… I don't know, come back again. This afternoon, and tomorrow and the next week…"

"You were supposed to do that anyway! I think I will keep my results as is, Dr. Cooper. Good day!" Amy turned on dime, but Sheldon spun around her quickly like a dancer to stop her leaving.

"Wait… Please. I am sorry. I know science is important to you, and has been your whole life. I should have been more diligent in being your subject. I'm sorry about that. I will do my best, if you will allow me to."

Amy cocked her head at his odd statement. How the heck did he know what was important in her life. Still, his endearing accent and pleading eyes were melting into her resolve.

"Fine! No more day dreaming. Now, sit down, shut up and get angry, like you were supposed to do the first time!"

"Are you modeling the behavior for me?"

"Ugh..Just… Let's do this again!"

Sheldon leaped toward the chair with a smile, folded his hands together and leaned forward to allow her to replace on his electrodes. As he felt her hands on his head and neck again, he wondered at the pain in his face. He hadn't smiled this much in years. He noticed however that Amy was not smiling. He had just met the woman what some uneducated folks would call his soul mate, and he had already screwed it up.


A/N: I hoped you like the start of the story. Yes, to answer all your questions from Sheldon Six, he does have an Amy. Can he get her, though? Ah... that is the question!