I didn't have it easy growing up. My mother was an alcoholic and I barely saw my dad because he was always working to keep the house. I was the middle child of a five kid household on an old run down farm. I had my oldest sister Caroline, then Anne, my younger brother Joseph and my youngest sister Sarah. Caroline, Anne and I all had to work other jobs, just to help our dad keep the roof over our heads while our mother drank our finances away. I loved my dad, and was pretty close to him, but the only person who ever understood me was my big sister Caroline. We both had a dream to be big time actresses in California, and we decided that we would do it together.

And then she died.

It was a terrible tragedy. Her horse spooked when a car backfired on the backroad behind our farm and she was bucked off. She fell at an unfortunate angle and snapped her neck. I couldn't believe she was gone. She was the only one who understood me. Suddenly, I realized I couldn't handle this life anymore, and a day after her funeral, I left without so much as a goodbye, to accomplish both of our dreams.

Four years later, I met Sheldon Cooper, aka Dr. Whack-a-doodle himself. When I first met him, I thought he was nuttier than a squirrel's turd. I wasn't that far off. I also thought he was one of the most arrogant, annoying men alive and had no idea why Leonard, Howard and Raj were friends with him. However, it's been five years and he's changed quite a bit since then, but he's still completely bat crap crazy.

I mean, the whackjob has his own "Spot".

They say first impressions last a lifetime, and boy they weren't wrong. Most of the time, I tune out his incoherent babble. However, his first monologue is lodged into my brain, in a much simpler form.

"In the winter, it is clsoe enough to the furnace so that I am warm, but not close enough to make me sweat. In the summer it is directly in the crossbreeze caused by opening windows there and there. It faces the TV at an ange that is neither direct, so I can still talk to people, nor is it at an angle that will distort the image."

Or... whatever. Close enough. It made such an impression on me that I repeated it to Berndette nearly word-for-word when we met, earning me some praise from Moonpie himself.

Yes, these boys mean the world to me. We've been through a lot together over the past five years. I even found my own spot.

Where? By Dr. Whack-a-doodle's side.

I've never understood it. I mean, right from the get-go he confused me. And not just because it seems lie Raj is more fluent in English than Sheldon is. For one, he was the only person who saw me as a person before they saw me as a woman. Okay, yes, maybe an inferior person, but a person no less! Even Leonard, who was one of the sweetest men I've ever dated, wanted to have sex with me upon first meeting. But Sheldon was never like that.

And even though Sheldon has all these faults that he will never admit to, like his arrogance, egomania, narcissism, superiority complex, and the fact he's basically an overgrown toddler, he has an amazing heart deep down and I wouldn't change a thing about him. I couldn't deny the attraction I felt for him. Not even sexual attraction at first, but a bond. We shared a chemistry that I had never felt since Caroline died. A true understanding. Even when I dated Leonard, I craved attention from Sheldon. We were like two opposite magnets being drawn together. And though we fought like it was our job, I would never let anyone hurt him. I was like a mother bear protectig her cub. Only I was allowed to bug him. Hell, I kicked a guy in the balls so he could get his nerd toys back. I sing him Soft Kitty when he's upset. He may have been a grade A Whack-a-doodle, but he was my Whack-a-doodle. I could never understand the protective affection for the kook, the love I felt for the man who I considered my best friend.

But I could accept it. Over the five years I've known him, Sheldon had found another spot to call his own. HIs spot in my heart. And there was nothing I could do about it, either, because I had found my own spot.

Forever by his side.

ALL the fluff! It's my first BBT fanfiction due to my fear of incorrectly portraying Sheldon and his personality, but I decided to give it a shot. Maybe when I feel more confident in my skills as a writer, I'll write an actual fanfiction, or throw in a second chapter of Shelly's thoughts. Until then, enjoy!

Ciao~

LunaNyx14