The Recollection Collection

A/N: I know, I haven't worked on my other stories in a while, but I'm dealing with a bad case of writer's block. This is a collection of stories, with each character getting their own bit of love! Basically addresses the issues with each character, and shows what they were like before TBBT. Also, I edited it for typo reasons.

*obligatory generic disclaimer stating no copyright infringement*

Chapter 1: Amy

Amy sighed and brushed through her mouse brown hair. "As always, this is the best it's going to get," she sighed, looking into the mirror at her fifteen year old self. Thick rimmed glasses, bumped nose, and an unremarkable face. Same as always. Grabbing her backpack, she called out, "Bye, mom," on her way out, to which there was no response. There never was.

Amy looked out at her all too familiar surroundings, watching the scenery. These times were so calming, so relaxing, until she arrived at the forced upon institution called school. Looking around her, she wondered where to set up today; it was not like she had anyone to meet up with to see, and she couldn't very well talk to the janitor, his wife had made sure of that. She was alone. Sitting on a bench to wait for the bell to signal the start of class time, she pulled out her latest book and started to read, effectively blocking out her "peers".

Amy glanced up periodically from her book, and froze when a group of girls her own age walked past her. Amy gasped quietly, and watched them walk together in unison. Oh, she thought. I wonder what that's like, to have a group of friends to do everything together, to do all the little mundane things with and to partake in privy gossip and chit chat.

The bell to signal the begin of the school day interrupted her chain of thoughts. Grabbing her backpack, Amy walked to her first and favorite class: Biology. Sitting at her assigned desk, she looked at her classmates, she had never really took the time to notice who she had shared a classroom with. Her eyes raked over the crowd, until they landed on one of the girls she had spotted before in the hall, one of the girls she had watched walk past her, sitting in the seat next to her own, in the row adjacent to hers. Amy took a deep breath, and steeled her nerves. "Hi..." she adressed the other girl. "I'm Amy."

The other, prettier girl, gave her a hard stare. Blue eyes, skin as smooth as alabaster, and honey colored hair. "Yeah, I know who you are," she replied. "You always make a point to answer each of the teacher's questions, make the rest of us look stupid, don't you, teacher's pet."

Amy backed away, in slight confusion. "I did not intend to make anyone look stupid, perhaps everyone does that without my teacher asks us questions, to see who has knowledge of the correct answer. If I know the correct answer, why should I not provide it?"

The other girl shared a smirk with her friend sitting behind her. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get what you're sayin'. Hey, look here, Sadie-"

"It's Amy, actually."

"-you see that guy over there?" the other girl pointed to a boy wearing a blue polo shirt and jeans. He had a rugged look, with dark tanned skin, a bright smile, and dark curly hair. "Yes?" replied Amy, hesitantly, blushing and staring at him just a little too long. She has never paid attention to the opposite sex before now, but couldn't help but notice how attractive he looked.

"Well," said the other girl. "His name's Gerard. He told me he actually likes you, but he's, like, waaay too nervous to tell you 'cuz you're so smart. After class, you should, like, tooootally talk to him, 'cuz I know he wants to ask you out!"

Amy pondered over this for a minute. She wondered how on earth a guy like that could like a girl like her in that way. She wasn't too familiar with social constructs, however, and this girl seemed to be, so she decided to take her word for it. "Alright," Amy replied slowly. "I'll talk to this Gerard...Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

Amy smiled shyly. "Thank you, umm...I'm sorry, I don't even know your name."

"I'm Katie."

"Thank you, Katie, you know-"

But Katie had already turned around.

After biology, it took all of Amy's nerves and willpower (and then some, it seemed) to approach Gerard. "You are Gerard?" she asked him while he was surrounded by his friends.

He smiled, unsure of how to respond. "Uh, yeah, last time I checked," he replied, cracking a sheepish smile.

The joke had no effect on Amy. "I am Amy Farrah Fowler, a girl named Katie in our biology class told me that you have been secretly pining for me as of late?"

There was a long pregnant silence, which was soon broken by the sounds of his friends' laughter. Gerard had the decency to look embarrassed for her sake. "Uh, no, actually I don't. Sorry. C'mon, guys, leave her alone." He hurriedly shooed his friends away from her, shooting back an apolegetic look on his face.

Amy turned away from the crowd of still laughing adolescent males, to find another horrific sight. Katie, along with the other females she had spotted this morning, were waving their cameras and doubled over laughing. "Oh man," gasped Katie in between bouts of laughter. "I can't wait to get this film developed!"

Amy turned away, red in the face, sure that she had become victim to a cruel high school prank. She fled to her next class, where she sat at her desk, keeping her nose in her new book, planning on staying there for the next four years. Maybe longer, when she got to college.

A/N: Well? What'd you think? I realise I may have implied that Amy's mother was sort of neglectful, or ignored her in some way. But they never talk about her much in the show, so I improvised. I started with Amy because I can relate to her the best. Let me know how I did please! (And yes, I intentionally named the boy after her elctric toothbrush ;) )

Until, next time, my readers!