A/N: This story starts up in season 6 right after The Tangible Affection Proof and ends sometime after the end of the season but before the next. Just in case you couldn't tell, this is AU canon divergence and I will not tolerate blatant hate disguised as "criticism."
It is finished and consists of Prologue, 10 chapters, and Epilogue.
Amy had been Sheldon's emergency contact for a few months now and it was starting to take a toll on her. They were on her couch when Amy brought it up.
"Sheldon, I know you think everything wrong with you is a medical emergency, but you can't honestly expect me to stop everything at the drop of a hat just because you're a hypochondriac."
Sheldon looked at Amy as if she had two heads and sat his mug of cocoa on the coffee table. "But you're my girlfriend. That's what you're supposed to do; drop everything and make sure I'm alright. I would do the same for you, provided I'm not otherwise incapacitated." He paused for breath then continued. "And I'm not a hypochondriac. Now, it's almost my bedtime, so please take me home." He stood and put his mug in the sink. He stepped toward the door, but hesitated when he realized Amy hadn't moved.
"No, Sheldon," she said. Her voice was resigned. "I do not wish to be used without a care."
Facing her once more, he disagreed. "Don't be silly. You are not being used without a care. It is with extreme care that I chose you as my emergency contact."
"And I appreciate the thoughtfullness, Sheldon, but..." She took a deep breath. "I don't think I can do this anymore. Find someone else to be your emergency contact. I thank you for a lovely evening of intellectual conversation. You may take the bus home. I'm tired."
A bewildered look crossed his face. "But I don't have my bus pants. And the nearest bus stop is two blocks away." In his eyes it was a terrible inconvenience and would likely throw off his REM cycle.
Amy stood and turned toward her bedroom. Without looking back she said, "I'm sorry, Sheldon. I don't feel like driving you." With that she shut her bedroom door and left Sheldon standing there.
As he left her apartment he said to no one in particular, "Well, with that kind of attitude you won't get anywhere."
He stood at a stop light, breath condensing before him. The light changed and "walk" lit up, allowing him to continue his trek to the bus stop. Right as the bus pulled away. Without him on it.
He heard a clap of thunder and was suddenly drenched.
Drat! Now not only did I miss the bus, but I have to walk home without an umbrella. I hope Amy is ready to care for me when I get pneumonia.
He got another two blocks before a car slowed next to him. It was Penny, on her way home from work.
"Hey sweetie, need a ride?"
Sheldon opened the door and hurried inside. "Of course I need a ride, Penny," he said, miffed that she even had to ask. "Amy refused to drive me home and I missed the bus. And then it started raining. Your check engine light is still on."
The light turned green and Penny pressed the gas pedal. "Get over it, Sheldon. If we die in a fiery car crash it won't be my fault. There is nothing wrong with my car."
There was also nothing wrong with the car that shot through the red light.
