Is This The End?

A/N: Disclaimer- The Big Bang Theory belongs to CBS, Warner Bros, Chuck Lorre, Bill Prady. This story is meant simply for entertainment purposes. I would also like to apologise for any spelling, grammar or word misuse errors that occur in this story, I have mild dyslexia, and as such despite my best efforts, they maybe such errors in said story. Now on to the story


Chapter One: The Great Mistake

Penny shook her head as she heard Amy carrying on about tonight, she had arranged for something very special for date night between her and Sheldon tonight. Apparently she had been planning it for months. And from the sound of things she had pulled out all the stops. "Slow down," Penny said, "I can barely keep up with what you're talking about."

Amy sighed, "Sorry Penny," she said, "I'm just so excited, I can wait to see the look on Sheldon's face when I reveal what I have planned. He'll love it, I know he will, everything is exactly the way he likes it." Penny shook her head, "that's impossible," she replied, "No, it really is." Amy replied happily, "it's a sci-fi themed restaurant, complete with items from popular Science Fiction shows and movies and special inspired and named food." Penny nodded, that did sound like Sheldon's cup of tea.

Then another thought occurred to her "It's not a kids restaurant is it?" she asked. Amy paused, and blushed slightly, "no," she stretched out the word as if empathising; "it's just focuses mostly on them." Penny rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, don't you think this says something about your relationship." Amy paused, "well," she said uncertainly, "as in this place reflects your boyfriend." Penny added.

Amy didn't reply, instead she decided to move the conversation along. "Regardless, it will be great; I spent ages looking for a place like this there is only one in the whole of Pasadena." "I think I know why," Penny replied. "And I bought a beautiful blue dress for the occasion," Amy continued, "I'm sure Sheldon will appreciate that," Penny replied sarcastically.

Amy smiled at the thought of their night, it would go so well, she was so looking forward to tonight and the best part was Sheldon had no idea. It had taken her ages to persuade him to let her plan there date night, and he kept pestering him about it. She knew he generally didn't like surprises, but tonight would be the exception.

And maybe if things went really well, he might… Amy paused unsure what she was going to say. She had her fantasies, but there was more chance of Penny winning the Nobel Prize then there was of any of them ever coming true. Still Sheldon reacted well to being made happy, she had spent a whole weak trying to make him as happy as she could and he had started holding her hand afterwards. Maybe if tonight went well enough, he might actually…

Amy shrugged, best not to think about those sorts of things, it would just leave her disappointed if it didn't come true. Regardless, he would love tonight, she knew he would and that's all that mattered wasn't it? Making him happy, he made her happy after all…not in the same way, but he still made her happy, so she should make him happy.

Penny watched Amy sitting there lost in her thoughts, she didn't even need to guess to know what she was thinking about. She sighed, poor Amy. She didn't disagree that she and Sheldon fitted together, but the idea of Sheldon being in any form of relationship was still difficult to swallow. How could a relationship exist without either sexual or romantic attraction?

She shook her head; it wasn't even possible to think about. Looking at Amy still sitting there lost in her thoughts, she shook her head again, poor Amy, she probably would never get what she wanted, there was no way Sheldon was going to give it to her any time soon, the idea of him ever doing so was well beyond the realms of reality. Still why spoil her fantasies? Penny walked off and got another drink leaving her friend in her thoughts.


Amy stared at the mirror; her reflection looked back at her. She was wearing a long blue dress; she had picked it out specially. She had wanted to go for something tighter or skimpier, but there was no way she could bring herself to wear anything like that. She would never be able to. So she got this instead, she still looked beautiful. She was wearing more make up than usual, and wore her hair down like she normally did. She was also wearing heels, slight ones, but heels never the less.

Still smiling she looked at her watch; it was 6:35, that gave her plenty of time to get to Sheldon's and then to the restaurant. Smiling she walked out of her apartment and closed the door. For some reason she had a strong feeling that tonight, would be the night that everything changed.

In her hurry to leave she forgot her Cell phone and it wasn't till she was in her car and on the road that she realised it was missing. Amy considered turning round and getting it, normally she would never leave home without it, but as it was already quarter to seven, she decided not to, it couldn't be that important could it?


Arriving at the building she slowly walked up the stairs and knocked on Sheldon's door. She waited for a reply, the door slowly opened and Sheldon stood there. Amy's first thought was he was wearing his casual clothes a bit disappointing, but she could over look that. Her second one however was the look of surprise on his face when he saw her.

"Amy?" he said, "what are you doing here?" Amy was taken back, "its date night," she said shocked, surely he couldn't have forgotten, what was wrong with him? He never forgot… anything. Her mind was already flashing to images of hospitalisation before he spoke again "didn't you get my text?" he asked. "No," Amy replied, suspiciously.

Sheldon sighed, "Oh, well you see the thing is I hoping we could postpone date night till tomorrow." The words hit Amy like a ton of bricks. "What?" she replied shocked? "It's just there's a sci-fi movie marathon on tonight, which I wanted to watch." Sheldon replied, "I considered asking you to join me, but I know you don't really like those sort of movie, for reasons that are beyond me, so I sent you a text asking if you minded if we waited to tomorrow, when you didn't reply I assumed you didn't mind."

Amy just stood there; she was too shocked to speak, "so do you mind?" Sheldon asked hopefully, "No go ahead." Amy murmured still to shocked to speak properly. "Great," Sheldon replied, "Well I see you tomorrow Amy, have a nice evening." And with that he closed the door. Amy stood there shocked unable to speak. "But…." She finally managed in a small voice "…after all I did."


Amy was silent all the way home. She closed the door of her apartment and sunk onto the sofa. Amy just sat there in shock, after all she had planned, after all she had done, after all she had spent, it was all for nothing? NOTHING.

Amy jumped to her feet, how could it all be for nothing? After all she had done, after all this time she was still no closer to anything, her relationship was still in Limbo, just as it had been since she had sighed that document for him over a year ago. And even that hadn't changed anything. Sure he was her boyfriend, but what did that matter? They still acted more or less the same, they were still no closer to getting interment, she did everything and he did nothing.

Amy groaned, why? Why couldn't she have what she wanted? Was it so much to ask? Everyone else got it, so why not her? Amy looked over at her mirror; a sixteen year old Amy Farah Fowler stared back at her. Amy shuddered, to many painful memories. But there she was, sixteen year old Amy, undeveloped, crying as always, left alone sitting in a dark corner of the class, trying to bury her sadness in her work. No one liked her, even her teachers had hated her, was her fault if she corrected them for every mistake? If they didn't know it all they shouldn't be teaching it.

Amy continued to look at the Sixteen year old staring back, the only Sixteen year old who could still pass for Twelve and then she realised she was exactly the same. Alone, ignored, forgotten about, unwanted… Still waiting for the good times that she was promised to arrive. Still missing out, while everyone else around her got whatever they wanted.

Why should she wait? The question shot through her. She had been waiting for seventeen years; why not take it for herself? Everyone else did, why shouldn't she? Amy looked back at the mirror, she wasn't an underdeveloped, shy sixteen year old, she as successful young woman, she could do what she wanted, she should do what she wanted. But what did she want?

As Amy stood there, an idea occurred to her. Walking over to her notice board she pulled a flier that came through her door off. "The Inferno" she read a hot new night club not that far away from here, the flier came with a coupon for a free refill. Amy looked at the clock; it was only 7:20. She walked back to the mirror.

Her real self-looked back at her. Amy paused, maybe she could doll herself up a bit more. She was going out after all. Amy turned back to her room. She then spent a while making herself look as good as possible. Emerging, she slowly walked towards the door. But the time she had spent had let doubt spread into her mind. What was she going to do? Go down for drink? Try and get a fling? What would she do?

Amy paused; looking back Amy saw her apartment welcoming her back. Looking Amy spotted the clock, it was now nearly eight. Amy couldn't believe she had spent so long getting ready, what was she doing? She was procrastinating, that was all. She had never been to a club on her own before, it was simply worry. And yet somewhere a small inner voice called out. 'Don't go,' the voice whispered in her ear, 'don't go, you're only going to regret it.'

Amy paused, she could turn back. She could turn back. She had spent her whole life turning back and this is where it had gotten her. Is this what she wanted? To leave life's experiences outside while she huddled in, letting it all pass her by? No. No she didn't want to do that. Amy turned and grabbed her hand bag, before closing the door of her apartment and leaving.


Sheldon sat back in his spot, he had plenty of popcorn, his spot was as always perfect and the movie marathon had started with Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, one of his personal favourites. Everything should be perfect and yet something was wrong.

No matter how much Sheldon tried he couldn't shift the image of Amy's face when he told her he wanted to postpone their date by one night, it still hung in his mind. Sheldon was terrible at reading emotions, but even he could tell something was wrong, the way she looked at him, it just wasn't right. Something was right.

Sheldon let out a sigh; the adverts were on now, so he was free to keep thinking about this. What could be wrong? He racked his brains, sure Amy would be a bit sad that she had to wait another day before she got to spend her quality time with him, but surely that couldn't be it? A single day's wait was surely not enough to produce that reaction.

If it was anyone else, Sheldon would be sure she was miserable at being excluded from the marathon, but he knew Amy didn't like this sort of movies, she had told him so on multiple occasions, so surely she wouldn't be miserable because of that? Would she? Then what else could it be? But if she was then that meant….

Sheldon shook his head "I calculate the motion of heavenly bodies, but not the madness of People," he quoted. Slowly he got to his feet, there was only one answer. He would have to go see her, if she was really sad due to be excluded it was the only answer. But then he would miss the rest of the movie. Sheldon sank back into his chair. He tried to watch, but not seconds had gone by before he got back to his feet.

He had seen this movie 349 times already…. Which meant this would be the long awaited 350th, he sunk back down. No, this was right; he got back to his feet. He would have to go see Amy; it was the only answer… if hurried maybe they could watch it together.

He turned to the door, grabbing his keys from the bowl. He paused, how to get there? Leonard was out with Penny and would be for some time yet. Howard was spending the night with his wife and Raj was working late. None of them could provide him with a ride. And he had no other contacts, he would have to stay here. Sheldon turned back to walk over to his seat.

No, there was one answer. Sheldon turned off the TV and grabbing the phone called a taxi. He hated Taxi's; you had no idea who had used it last. The idea of the germs and other bacterium that were swimming around in those seats sickened him. But it was his only option left open. He groaned again before slowly walking down the stairs. The things he had to do for others.


Amy slowly walked up to the doors; there it was "The Inferno," right in front of her. She could hear music playing, and the sound of laughter. But once again doubt filled her mind, 'go back' the voice whispered again, it was a soft voice, soft and nurturing, 'Just turn around and go back, it's not too late, just don't through those doors, you don't belong here we both know that. Don't make a mistake, you don't belong here.' Amy took a deep breath. "I do now," she said to herself. And with that she walked through the doors.

The club was already in full swing, groups of people sat around laughing and drinking. Music played, couples were laughing and dancing. People were having a good time. Amy gulped, she felt like the spotlight had been shone on her for the first time in her life. She tried to move, but she was dazzled. She had been to clubs before, but only with Penny and Bernadette, she had never been to anything like this on her own.

She thought about running out the door, it would be so easy. 'But that's your problem Farrah Fowler' she told herself, 'you always run and look where it's got you. Tonight I stop running.' Slowly Amy walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. Taking it, she found an empty table by the side and sat down. Now the fun could begin.


Sheldon walked up to Amy's apartment. It had taken him longer than he wanted to get here, why was traffic so bad tonight? He shook his head, before knocking "Amy…Amy…Amy." Sheldon waited for some reply. Nothing, he paused before knocking again, "Amy…Amy…Amy," again silence. Slightly worried, Sheldon took out his phone. Selecting number one on speed dial, he called Amy. He paused waiting for an answer, until he realised he could hear the sound of a phone ringing.

Amy's phone was inside…but where was Amy? Feeling worried; know Sheldon pulled out his lock pick, in less than a minute the door was open. Slowly he walked in, something was wrong. Looking around Sheldon could see no sign of life. He quickly examined the apartment, there was no one here. Where was Amy?

Penny was out with Leonard, Bernadette was spending the night with Howard, Amy didn't have any other friends that Sheldon knew about, so where could she be? Sheldon paused; Amy was outside his Apartment 6:50, assuming the traffic were the same; it would have taken her an extra ten minutes to get here, which would mean she would have gotten back here at 7:10. It was now, 8:20. That meant that she could have gone anywhere in the last 70 minutes.

Sheldon's eyes shot around the room; surely if she had gotten back she would have left some sign, some clue. And then his eyes spotted the flier on the table. Last time he had been in this apartment, it was on her notice board, now it was on the table. Picking it up Sheldon couldn't help but wonder why Amy would keep a flier for a place like this?

And then he noticed it, the coupon was missing, Amy had taken it. This was all he needed to confirm his suspicions, Amy had for some reason gone to this club "The Inferno" it said. Why was beyond Sheldon. He considered turning around and going home, but knowing he would find no peace if he did, Sheldon walked out of the apartment. Unwilling to endure the confinement of another Taxi cab, Sheldon decided to walk. It wasn't that far.


Sitting at her table, Amy was beginning to wonder what she had been thinking. She had been sitting here for twenty minutes and that was all, she had barely finished her drink. Looking around, she saw everyone had a friend, or others, she was the only one sitting on her own. And it made her feel even more alone.

Why had she come? What had she possible thought she could gain from doing this? Amy was about to get up and leave, when suddenly a figure walked up to her table. He was an average sized man, thin, but handsome, with straight black hair and green eyes. He was dressed casually; he had pearly white teeth and an inviting smile. From the look of him, Amy would guess he was somewhere in his early thirties.

"I hope I'm not intruding," he said, he had a soft, almost silky voice, "but I couldn't help notice your sitting on your own, here I got you a drink," he handed Amy a strange looking concoction. It was bright blue. Unsure Amy hesitated. "Go on," he said, "you won't regret it, try some." Gingerly, Amy took a sip, only to fill a wave of pleasure, go through her body. She smiled, unsure what the ingredients of the drink were, but she didn't care they tasted so good. It made her feel warm inside.

"So tell me," the man went on, "what's a pretty girl like you doing, sitting all alone?" Amy smiled, she took another sip of her drink, and once again the wave went through her. She was already feeling a bit dizzy, but not caring she took another. "It's complicated," she replied, "is it?" the man replied. His sharp green eyes stared directly at Amy, in an unusual sort of way.

Amy paused, "well not really," she said. "Are you telling me that somehow you don't have anyone?" he asked, Amy paused, she took another sip she couldn't get enough of this drink, what was in it? "I suppose not," she said, it wasn't true, but what the hey?

The man smiled, reaching forward he took Amy's hand and began to softly rub it. Amy giggled slightly, like a school girl. "Well my dear, I think you have a problem," the man said, "if you know what I mean?" Amy nodded, taking another sip; the lovely liquid was almost all gone now. "Well, I hope you don't find me presumptuous," the man carried on, "but I might be able to offer you some much needed relief…" Amy smiled, enjoying the feeling as he softly rubbed against her hands. "And don't worry…" the man continued, although not really paying attention, for a second it looked like his eyes flashed, "…I can assure you it won't cost much."

Amy's eyes opened wide, she pulled her hand back. "You're a…" she began, but the man silenced her, "yes, yes I am," for a moment Amy was coherent again, but before she could think any further the man continued to talk. "I'm sorry if I led you to think anything else, but before you run away hear me out for a second, is it really so wrong?"

He paused, and slipping back again Amy let him carry on, "Sometimes people need a little relief, but they don't have anyone to give it to them. That's where I come in; I give them what they need. They need to get laid and I need to eat, is it really so wrong? It's not illegal, is it really so immoral? I simply provide a service, that's all, a simple service. I give them what they want and what they need, is what I do really so bad?"

Amy went to speak, but the man continued "and don't worry, no one's forcing you into anything, if you don't want what I'm offering just say so, and I'll go. I'm just another man trying to provide a service, and like all services if you're not interested, you don't have to buy it." Amy paused; normally she would have left long before now. But once again her mind was cloudy, her attention was slipping.

Once again she tried to speak, but once again the man carried on, "tell you what, how about I buy you another drink and let you think all this over. Remember, if you're not interested no one's forcing you." He got to his feet and waked to the bar. Amy drank the reminder of her drink, try as she might; her first thoughts were she wanted more.

She shouldn't do it, she knew she shouldn't. However in her intoxicated mind brought other thoughts to the surface. Why? Why shouldn't she? I mean was it really so bad? It wasn't cheating, not really? And would he really care? Why should he care? And if he didn't, why should she? Amy half-heartedly tried to push those thoughts, but cravings she usually kept under control were released by the alcohol. I mean why not? It was that drink, it was so good, so why shouldn't she want it? And if she wanted it, why not have it?


Left to her thoughts, the man watched from the bar. He had been in this game long enough to recognise the expressions. She was swaying. He smiled, it was always the same, these bars were always filled with rich, ugly women who weren't getting it anywhere else and out of desperation had come to places like this on impulse.

And people like her were just ripe for the picking. He smiled coldly, a few special drinks and some sweet words and they would agree to anything he wanted. Sometimes he didn't even need to go all the way through with it. Sometimes the mere first stages were enough to drive them far enough that they paid him. Those were the best, at least then he didn't have to go through with it, with the ones who looked like her.

He chuckled coldly. The barkeep handed him her drink. One more these and it should be enough to push her straight over the edge and then she was his. He was about to leave when another man called out. He turned and sitting at the bar was someone he recognised, "you," the man muttered, "you snivelling son of bitch, what are you doing here, as if I didn't know."

"Get lost," he replied, "don't you talk to me like that," the other man replied, "so who you swindling and corrupting tonight? A sixteen year old? A nun?" The man rolled his eyes, "I don't do anything illegal," he replied, "what's you problem?" The other man snarled, "If it's not illegal, then there is something seriously wrong with this country's justice system."

Once again the man rolled his eyes uncaringly, how much longer would this take. "Can you hurry it up," he said coolly, "I do have a potential client waiting." The others man's eyes narrowed, "listen," he said coldly, "I know some local wolves and the such, and there good people, I don't like them or nothing, but there good people, there just doing a bad job." He paused "and then there is you," he went on.

"You're not even a wolf; you don't even have the right to claim that, you're a fox, a weak and sly coward, who preys on the vulnerable and innocent." The man chuckled, "there never that innocent when I'm finished with them," he said coldly and with that he walked off.

He returned to Amy's table, "sorry about the hold up," he said calmly, "I just met up with an old friend." The bar was too far away and the music was too loud for Amy to have heard their conversation. Upon placing the drink down, Amy quickly grabbed the glass. Throwing caution to the wind, she drank half the contents in seconds. The man watched in surprise, but he managed to keep a straight face.

He waited till Amy had put the drink down, calmly he reached forward she let him take her hand. Gently he began to massage it again. Amy smiled, it felt so good, and the final drink had pushed all her inhibitions out. "So," he calmly said, "have you given any more thought to my proposal, remember it's your choice, it's whatever you want, either way."

Amy paused; somewhere something was trying to scream out. But it was too late, Amy smiled, drunkenly, "sure," she said, incoherently, "why not?" The man smiled coldly, helping her to her feet, he led Amy away. From the bar, the other man just watched and shook his head.


Sheldon walked in the door, the club was everything he dreaded. Loud music, drunken patrons, couples slurring together on the dancing floor. He shuddered, it was a den of iniquity, such a place, was no place for a person like Amy, or for him for that matter.

Navigating passed the others Sheldon walked up to the bar. "What do you want to drink?" the barkeep asked. "I don't want a drink," Sheldon replied, "I'm looking for a woman." "Well you won't get much luck dressed like that," another man replied, they all laughed. "I'm looking for my girlfriend," Sheldon said annoyed "I can see why she ran away," the other man jeered, once again the men laughed.

Sheldon turned to leave, when the men called him back, "calm down mate, were only messing with you, now what does your girlfriend look like? Is she five feet tall, and has pointed ears with green skin." Once again the men laughed.

Aggressively Sheldon turned, "if you must know," he snapped, "she is five foot four, is thirty three years old, has just below shoulder length mid brown hair, brown eyes with golden flakes, is wearing a long blue dress, with white buttons, is slightly cubby, has an oval shaped face, with a slight point on her chin, wears light brown circular glasses, was wearing light red lipstick, quite a bit of makeup and about two inch red heels. Does that help?"

The men were silenced, "She looks like this," Sheldon snapped taking out his phone and bringing up the picture of her. Several men's eyes opened wide, "that's your girlfriend." One of them said, "What you implying," Sheldon replied coldly, "nothing," the man replied, "it's not like that it's just…" "What?" Sheldon asked.

The men gulped, "it's just, well," one of the men began, "here you better sit down, and I'll buy you a drink," he said, "what's going on?" Sheldon asked coldly. The man looked at each other, and then as if passing the baton down, kept looking down to the last man. "What?" Sheldon asked, now starting to get worried. Something was clearly wrong. The last man took a deep breath, "you better brace yourself for a shock," he said causally, "What Is It?" Sheldon practically screamed. The man took a deep breath, he had to tell him.


Lying with her back on table, Amy felt the man's hands rushing over her body. She moaned in pleasure, even after all her dreams she never thought it would feel this good and she hadn't even gotten near the end yet. Boy had she been missing out. She lay there smiling. Her eyes closed as she visualised the feelings that were going through her.

It was so good, so… so…so, something kept interrupting her. Once again that voice was back, it was now almost begging her to stop, Amy silenced it with a thought, and she went back to enjoying herself. But then the voice spoke out again, and this time it had a different voice. 'Hello Amy,' a man's voice said calmly.

For a second Amy opened her eyes, there was no one else about. She closed them again, the feelings were so good, so good, so… 'Are you not replying?' the familiar voice asked. In her mind's eye Amy looked up, there was Sheldon casually watching her. Amy was taken aback, you're not real, she told herself. You're not real.

Imaginary Sheldon casually walked closer, 'real or not,' he said calmly, 'I'm not going anywhere,' Amy tried to silence him, but he was right, no matter what she thought, he was still there. Well you can't stop me Amy replied, 'I know, and I'm not going to try to,' imaginary Sheldon calmly said, 'but I just want you to know, I'm here, I'm watching and I'm not going anywhere.'

Why? Amy asked, 'not yet,' Imaginary Sheldon continued, 'I just want to know, are you really willing to go through with this with me here? I want to do this, Amy told herself. 'Do you?' Sheldon asked, before Amy could answer he continue he cut her off 'No, no you don't.' Amy tried to reply, but he cut her off again.

'You can lie to yourself, you can lie to your friends, but not to me, Amy this isn't you, this isn't right, look.' Amy paused unsure 'open your eyes and look.' He said, 'look around, look at what you're doing, look.' And as he spoke, the confusion in her mind began to melt away and once again Amy could think straight.

'Look,' Imaginary Sheldon said again 'look and think, think what you're doing. Think.' As her mind cleared, the implications of her actions suddenly began to unfold before her. What was she doing? She was in a darkened back room, half naked on top of table, about to lose her virginity to man she didn't even know, who she was paying to do this? What was she thinking? What was she doing? She had to stop this, if anyone ever found out then she would… She had to stop this. Amy knew she did.

Amy was about to try and pull free, when suddenly the man was quickly prised off her. Amy's eyes opened wide in shock and she sat up like a bolt of lightning. She was just in time to see the man fly into the wall. Standing above was Sheldon. His blue eyes burning inferno's fit for hell itself, his fists clenched, his teeth bared, his nostrils flaring like an animal. He turned to face the man.

The look on his face was so intense, that if looks could kill, his would wipe out the entire east coast in seconds. "What the h…" the man angrily began. But before he could even finish, Sheldon's fist smashed into his face. He went flying backwards and collided with the wall head fist. Groaning he collapsed onto another table, which he then brought down on top of him as he collapsed. He lay there, unconscious.

Slowly Sheldon turned to Amy. As he did his look softened, his anger was gone. But his gaze was still painful. It reeked of Pain, Shock, Sorrow, Misery and worst of all, Disappointment. Amy felt the look cutting right through her. She hung her head. Her heart ached; it was like a sharp knife was slowly being driven through it. She tried to speak, but she couldn't think of a single thing to say.

Sheldon just stood there, to shocked to do anything other than stare. He felt like his heart had been ripped out and thrown under a bus. As his unblinking eyes continued to stare at her, Amy felt like she was shrinking. Smaller and smaller and smaller still, she tried to turn away she couldn't face his eyes, but no matter what she did, it wasn't enough, she still felt tiny and insignificant. She still ached inside. Looking up at Sheldon, Amy barely felt an inch tall.

Once again she tried to speak, "Sheldon I…" she tried, but he cut her off, "just... just don't talk to me," Sheldon said his voice breaking, his eyes watering; he slowly turned and walked out of the room. Closing the door behind him, he left Amy in the darkness.

Amy sat there in the darkness, she shivered the room was suddenly cold. Sitting there, she huddled up. What had she done? What had she done? WHAT HAD SHE DONE? Left alone she just couldn't stop herself sobbing; it didn't take her ten seconds before she was balling. What had she done?


Well I hope you like my new story, I will add the next chapter as soon as I can. I should be a longer than this one, and expect a lot of shocks. Lets just say these events of this chapter very deeply affect Sheldon and Amy, and not in any way that is even remotely close to good. Hope you enjoyed reading it.

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