In response to a challenge from C107galaxytachyon prompt; After a huge fight, Sheldon and Amy have to walk a mile in each other's shoes.
Disclaimer: Wish they were mine but until I win the lotto, they belong to Chuck Lorre, Warner Bros. Et. All.
Amy's in a mood, Sheldon realizes as she slams the car door as soon as they park at their apartment building and leaves him to haul the shopping bags up 4 flights of stairs by himself. As she's not due to have her menses for another 10 days, Sheldon is unsure what set her off. She did become awfully quiet when he asked if she wanted to play World of Warcraft with them tonight. She knows he needs his schedules and routines! Just because they are married does not mean he's going to dive head first into chaos.
Truth be told, Angry Amy scares the bejesus out of him. He can handle silly Amy, sad Amy, and he's even come to love horny Amy (and spontaneous coitus!) but Angry Amy... especially if he is the object of her wrath, leaves him quaking in fear and close to wetting his pants.
Sighing, he puts the groceries away and pulls down plates so he can set the table for dinner. Amy wanted taco salad tonight. Since it is Friday, Sheldon insisted he was having pizza. Is that what set her off? Opening the pack of hamburger, he crumbles it in the frying pan and turns the heat on the stove to medium before going to check on Amy.
Knocking on the bedroom door, he calls out to his wife as he gently pushes it open. She's not in here and the bathroom is dark. Huh, she must be at Penny's, Sheldon decides as he returns to cooking dinner. As he chops up onion and tomato, he decides that tacos do sound good so he sticks his pizza in the fridge as the door opens and Amy comes in, flopping on the couch without a word.
"Are you alright?" Sheldon wonders from the kitchen island.
"Yup, " she answers as she flips on the tv.
Knowing better than to push her, Sheldon goes back to cooking dinner and soon has two plates ready. Surprising him, Amy takes her plate to the couch, leaving him sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop. Sheldon takes another sip of his Mountain Dew with one hand as he presses random keys with the other and yells into his headset, "cease your incessant chatter at once!"
"Jeez, sorry, Mr. Cranky Pants," Raj apologizes, "I was just wondering why Amy isn't playing with us?"
"My wife has zero interest in any of my hobbies; trains, comic books, video games or science fiction," Sheldon gripes as he uses his plus 2 longsword to chop the head off a goblin. "I tried, but she'd rather watch Antiques Roadshow than spend quality time with me."
"I said I'd love to spend quality time with you in the real world, not staring at a computerized avatar of you all night," Amy yells from the couch.
"Sheldor, afk," Sheldon quickly speaks into the headset before taking it off and placing it on the table. Walking over to where Amy is reclining on the couch, he pauses the broadcast with the tv remote before sitting on the coffee table in front of Amy.
"You said you enjoyed playing Dungeons and Dragons with us," Sheldon reminds her. "You also enjoy when we continue roleplaying Sheldor and Amelia in bed."
"That's different! That's quality time with you! When's the last time we did something I want to do, Sheldon?"
"I went to the craft store with you yesterday," he reminds her.
"Where you proceeded to complain the entire time! The smell of the scented pinecones was overwhelming, I will give you that, but it was a horrible trip for me! You said that the fabric I picked out for a new dress was an assault on your eyes! You humiliated me by saying that as loudly as possible and let's not get started on your abysmal insults to the manager who questioned why a strange man was rearranging their books!"
"They were just thrown on the shelf willy-nilly with no regards to the subject matter or the Dewey decimal system!" Sheldon argues.
"My point is I am always making allowances for you, your wants, your desires..." Amy points out.
"Name one," Sheldon challenges which gets a raised eyebrow from his wife in return.
"Last date night. I wanted to try the new teppanyaki restaurant near Caltech. You wanted a hamburger. Where did we have dinner?" Amy questions.
"McDonald's," Sheldon mutters.
"You wanted to watch the new Pokemon movie. I wanted to go to The Nutcracker. Which movie did we see?" Amy again questions.
"Pokemon," Sheldon mutters.
"When we got home, I attempted to engage you in coitus by coming to bed completely naked under my robe. How did you respond?" Amy whispers. His response still hurts her if she dwells on it too much.
"I said that you are more than capable of giving yourself an orgasm, which is true. Just because we're married doesn't mean that I control when, where or how you orgasm."
"Maybe I wanted my husband to want to bring me to orgasm by touching me," Amy points out.
"Fine, I'm a terrible husband!" Sheldon yells as he tugs on her hand in an attempt to lead her to their bedroom.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to give you an orgasm so you are satisfied and I can go back to my game, " he explains as if it's the most obvious solution to end their fight.
"You're unbelievable!" Amy yells at him. "I am not having sex with you right now!"
"What do you want from me?!" Sheldon yells in frustration.
"Oh, I don't know, a husband who gives a damn about how I feel, my wants, my interests, my desires...my needs? It's always about you, Sheldon!"
"You knew what you signed up for, " he points out.
"I did not sign up to be your maid, chauffeur, nurse, ... slave woman! If that's all I am to you, this relationship is over!"
With that she goes to their bedroom, slamming and locking the bedroom door. Now he definitely knows where he went wrong. No amount of pleading for forgiveness is going to fix this. No, he's going to have to pull out the big guns. He grabs Amy's car keys from the kitchen island, pats his pocket to confirm he has his wallet and cell phone and slams the door on his way out.
Swallowing her scream of frustration the front door slams shut, Amy tosses her rings into the small crystal dish on top of their dresser and decides a long hot bath will help her calm down. They haven't had a fight in quite awhile and this one was particularly bad. She's going to enjoy watching Sheldon on his knees, pleading for forgiveness. She wants to let him squirm for a bit before ultimately forgiving him.
She's just turning on the taps for the tub when she hears someone knocking on the door. Quickly turning off the water, she looks through the peephole, half expecting Sheldon. Sighing, she opens the door for Penny and Bernadette who have a bottle of wine and bag of Christmas candy in tow.
"Are you alright?" Penny asks.
"Yeah. That's definitely not how I wanted that particular conversation to go, however. I'm just so... frustrated with him. Now that we're married, it's like he doesn't even try anymore."
"I get that. You two were so in sync right after the wedding. It's hard to admit the honeymoon phase is over, " Bernie consoles.
"Did you really mean what you said about ending the relationship?" Penny wonders.
"No, " Amy admits. "How'd you know I said that? I didn't think we were that loud."
"Sheldon had a hot mic. We heard everything, " Bernie explains.
This fight was bad. Amy feeling unwanted and undesired is exactly what started our last breakup. She wouldn't divorce me, right? Sheldon worries as he drives towards Glendale Galleria.
Replaying the fight in his mind, Sheldon doesn't notice the light has changed to red and speeds through it. The semi which had the green light to turn blares on its horn but is unfortunately unable to stop in time and slams into Sheldon's door. The force of the impact causes Sheldon's car to spin and its hit again at the back tire, lifting the car in the air before it flips onto the roof.
As the scraping of metal and sounds of breaking glass cease, Sheldon lays unconscious in the front seat.