Gah, Anjelica! Excuses, excuses. At least here's the next part of this story. Although, I'm thankful that you are still taking time to read this. Honestly, this is a boring story and it is very cliché. It's more angst, angst, angst—the very thing that I've been crying over the other Shamy fanfics these past few months. This chapter's been stuck on my laptop for, what? Two, three months now and I only bothered finishing it today. I give my sincerest apologies for those who were waiting for this one, if there are some who could still recall what the heck this story's about anyway.

Also, before I forget: YAY FOR SEASON 6 SPOILERS! YAY FOR THE 64th PRIMETIME EMMY AWARDS! YAY FOR SHAMY FROM EPISODES 6.01-6.05! YAY FOR EVERYTHING SHAMY AND NOTHING HURTS!

Deciding it would be futile to remain there, he bought himself one order of tea and left. He pulled his windbreaker tighter, deciding the cold wind would help him clear his head.

He battled himself for days just to pick up the courage to even contact her and arrange to meet her. He even gave his Wi-Fi password to Penny just so she could give him her new number. Now, it seems that it would take another miracle for him to convince her to talk again. Obviously, she wasn't feeling comfortable in his presence. It was his entire fault, really.

All she wanted that day was a goodbye kiss. Just a peck Sheldon, she said. She'd already kissed him twice—once when she was drunk, again when she was overjoyed. His reluctance led to a disagreement, a disagreement led to an argument, an argument led to a break-up.

It's actually funny if you thought about it. He, Sheldon Cooper, one of the most brilliant minds the world has ever seen, broke up with his girlfriend just because he was fed up with her emotional nonsense. He was a man of science; even with a girlfriend he still did not like the emotional turn of his relationship. He liked it the way it used to be—a simple relationship of the mind.

"If that's how you wanted it in the first place Sheldon," she told him, "then why the hell did you ask me to be your GIRLFRIEND?"

He wasn't able to come up with an answer.

"Don't you give me that shit that you simply didn't like the idea of other men making advances towards me."

"But... But Amy," he defended, "I've told you many times, they do not deserve you. The mere thought of you with other men, with those men, was utterly repellent."

"Sheldon, that's the point! So, what am I to you? Am I just a toy you wanted to keep for yourself?"

"You know that's not it, Amy."

"Then what?"

He looked away from her, afraid to tell her—admit to her his real reason.

Gently, she moved towards him and placed a hand on his arm. "Tell me, please."

Wordlessly, he shook his head, stood and went for the door—away from her apartment, away from her.

He kept his distance, she kept hers. Their friends were kind enough not to mention a thing during this dreadful situation.

At first, he was mad at her. How could she force him into breaking those walls he dearly created to prevent him from being too attached? It was as if she never knew him at all. He felt betrayed that Amy, the only person he trusted to know him better than anyone else, would bring his guard down.

But one evening after overhearing Penny mention to Leonard how Amy was devastated for days, guilt suddenly filled him. No matter how much anger she had caused him, deep down he truly cared for her. She was right; he did ask her to be his girlfriend because the mere thought of other men seeing her was repellent. He found her first—someone who levels his wit, someone who understands him, someone who cares for him—therefore, she was his. Dating sites are hokum and commercialized to prey on the weak and the gullible, but he still checked the math. She was his perfect match—his only match.

But it was too late. She wasn't his anymore. How could he even let her go? Surely, someone who has his IQ would have thought about the consequences of his actions before acting so harshly. Now, look what was left of him—a repressed man who was bitter than ever and without the greatest person by his side.

Science was his maiden, but his lady was out of his life. He tried to concentrate, focused on the inner workings of the universe but in an unexplainable manner, she found ways to get into his mind. Particles morphed into her image, the letters A, M, and Y being very prominent from his papers, hearing her voice as if to quote something she once mentioned.

Leonard looked up from his laptop only to see Sheldon fidgeting in his seat.

"Sheldon, what is it that you're going crazy about now?"

"Huh?"

"You keep on sighing every two minutes and you kept on shifting in your chair."

He looked at his roommate guiltily, his mouth pursing to one side. "It's just that…" His eyes suddenly went out of focus, his mind travelling back deep into his thoughts.

Leonard's eyebrows rose at his friend's odd demeanor. Yes, Sheldon is quirky, but this this not the typical crazy attitude. He knows it when something is troubling Sheldon. He watched him stare off into space, letting his mind wander on its own. He doubted it would be about his work since he seemed to be doing well in that department, so could it be about Amy?

No. Never. That can't be it. He never mentioned anything about her in weeks, so what were the odds that it was her that's troubling him now?

The taller man suddenly rose from his seat and headed to his room, leaving his laptop still open. He watched him go until he was out of view and waited until he heard the door close. Curious, he slid his chair closer to his friend's desk and peeked at his laptop screen, only to see an unfinished Facebook message.

"Amy, I'm really sorry. Please, talk to me."

He needed to end this. He needed to escape this misery— this catastrophe. Each passing day, he wasn't able to finish any job; he never finished anything, not even his meals. Sometimes his friends would worry about his health and his condition, coaxing him to come out of his room, reminding him to finish his meals so that he could have a proper bowel movement. Leonard, being able to find out the real reason, explained the situation to Penny and asked for her help.

One unexpected evening, Penny heard Sheldon knock on her door.

"What is it sweetie?"

His voice was low and unsure. "Penny, may ask you a favor?"

"Sure." It sounded more of a question than an answer.

Sheldon looked up the ceiling, as if he was having second thoughts on his plan. "I need you to help me with Amy."

Her eyes perked up at the mention of her bestie's name. Is she hearing what she thinks she's hearing? "Wha- what? With who?"

"Penny," he hissed.

"Is this the Amy who I know of and whose full name is Amy Farrah Fowler?"

He gritted his teeth. "Penny, don't push it."

"Oh, I don't know, Sheldon. I was in a strict order not to give her number to strangers."

"But I'm no stranger. I'm her boy—" he cleared his throat after catching himself off-guard ,"former boyfriend. I'm no more of a stranger than you."

"Sorry, can't help you." She was about to close the door on his face when he stopped it using his foot. "Sheldon would you just go back to your apartment? Go play Super Mario or something."

She looked up and saw his face, looking as if he was about to cry. "Please, Penny. I need to talk to her." He pushed the door slightly open, letting himself into her apartment. "I'll do anything. Just let me reach her. Look, I'll even give you the Wi-Fi password."

She looked up the ceiling with closed eyes then sighed. "Alright, alright." She ushered him in and he followed her to her couch. "Has it ever occurred to you that Amy might have told me everything that happened?"

"Yes, but I doubt it is as accurate as I could—"

"Do you want me to help you or not?" He nodded like an obedient child. "She was hurt, Sheldon. If I was her, I would've castrated you like one of the bulls my dad forgot to herd into the barn."

She noticed how he visibly blanched at her statement. "But she still asked me not to mention her in front of you because she knows, of all things, that you're also upset. She still cared, Sheldon. Her heart was torn into bloody little pieces but she asked me to keep distance for her sake. Do you know how hard it was?" He looked down on her carpet, focusing on a muddy spot. "Did you even care at all?"

He finally looked up, biting his lip. "Penny, you don't know how hard it was."

"Hard?" She scoffed. "Not having sex for a week is hard. Not earning for half a year is hard. Do you know what else is hard? Offering everything you can give to the one person you love and that he never returned anything back."

"I compromised a lot. How can I not return anything back? I sacrificed my time for her. I adjusted my schedule. I made an agreement for her. How was that not giving anything back?"

Livid, she got on her two feet, towering the lanky man sitting in her living room. "YOU CAN'T EVEN BRING TO KISS HER. NOR. TOUCH. HER."

"I know."

Taking short, quick breaths, she steadied herself after hearing those two words from him. "What do you mean, 'you know'?"

"That's why I'm asking you for help in the first place." He looked up at her, all the uncertainty has disappeared. "I want her back in my life."

In that moment, Penny's eyes felt hot and as soon as she felt the first tear drop onto her cheek, she reached for her friend and hugged him. "Oh Sheldon you're all grown up!"

His body tensed as she continued to envelope him with her arms. "Penny, as much as I find this touching, you still haven't offered me any help of sorts."

"Oh, right. Yes." She let go of him and raced to her room to grab her phone. Scrolling down her phonebook, she showed him Amy's new number.

He thanked her and went out of her apartment. Just as she was about to close her door, she called for him one last time. "Sheldon?"

"Yes, Penny?"

"What's your Wi-Fi password?"

Though he was able to get her number, it took him two days to finally muster the courage to call her. She picked up on his first attempt and surprisingly, she answered it as if nothing has happened. He asked to meet her in the coffee shop where they first met—the one near UCLA—and as soon as she hanged up, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his madly-beating heart and trying to relish how her voice sounded like.

Getting back on his bed, he mused, "I should've told her how much I missed her."

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