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A/N Thanks SO much for the amazing awesome reviews. It legit means a lot to me especially since I'm new to the Fandom. So please enjoy this next chapter. And review. But mostly enjoy :-)

Sheldon always thought of his Eidetic Memory as both a gift and a curse. A gift because it helped him share his intelligence with the mediocre minds of this world which gave them hope that someone far more intelligent was actively working on solving the universes biggest mysteries.

The physicist also considered it a curse because unlike normal people, Sheldon couldn't forget the horrors that others could so easily forget. His mother trying to wean him, hearing his father shouting at his mother from where he sat in his toddler bed, and, of course, all the nightmares that lesser minds were able to forget once they woke up.

But Sheldon knew that even if he didn't have an Eidetic Memory and if he wasn't mentally superior to 99 percent of the people living and about 95 percent of those in graves, he'd never forget the night he saved Amy Farrah Fowler from being attacked.

After he watched Amy go into the police Station, Sheldon all but sprinted back to the hotel room the university had given him and he had taken a long ice cold shower, much different than the 81 degrees he usually had his water set at.

As he laid in the Hotels bed, his blankets pulled tight around him as he stared at the painted white ceiling. He always thought of himself better than the simple minded hippie fools who let their hormones dictate their decisions in life. He had never cared for any of the women that most men would consider astatically pleasing, the petite bubbly blondes who wore pieces of string rather than actual clothes held no interest to him.

When his brother had rudely suggested that Sheldon may perhaps be a Homosexual, although George Jr had used far cruder terms, Sheldon had briefly considered it but when he tested the theory, Sheldon found men's physical attributes FAR less pleasing then women's and he knew that he hadn't been born with his brain hardwired to find the male body sexually stimulating.

So Sheldon came the conclusion, with a rare giddy smile on his face, that he was too far advanced to find either the same or opposite sex attractive and that he was meant to dedicate his entire life to unraveling the universes mysteries and win a Nobel Prize.

But there was something different about Amy Farrah Fowler. She was the first woman he ever felt SOMETHING for. Granted looking back he was sure it was just his adrenal glands mucking up the chemicals that kept those feelings at bay but still, Sheldon wouldn't deny that she was astatically pleasing and as he ran back to his room, he briefly considered going back to the police station and driving her home after she was finished, making her a hot beverage and sleeping over, in her bed while Amy took the couch, to offer her a minute smidgen amount of comfort after the events of that night.

Sheldon decided he didn't want his feelings to get in his way like some love crazed hippie so he spent the night in his own hotel room and left early the next morning to catch the train back to Pasadena. As he packed away his things he had turned on the local news, a far cry from his usual History or National Discovery education filled mornings, and he swallowed hard when he saw the newscaster speaking about the man who had hurt Amy, saying he was still on the loose somewhere and to call the police if they had any information about him.

Sheldon had information. He had seen the man's face and could remember every crease and every minute detail of his face, something a glasses-less Amy wouldn't have even begun to note, plus he had seen a tattoo of the word 'Death' with bloody thorns wrapped around the lettering on the attackers forearm, something Amy couldn't didn't see while she was being attacked.

Sheldon had seriously considered calling the police and updating them with the information. But that would mean he'd have to tell HOW he knew so much and surely that would raise more questions than it answered and he didn't have enough time to firm out the details in the lie before his train left.

Plus it'd also meant having to see her again and Sheldon could not and would not put himself in that situation again.

So after several long internal minutes of debating, Sheldon left Cornell and not a single moment too soon…

He often checked in on the case from time to time. The police had never caught him and after a while it disappeared out of news papers and local stations entirely. When the case began to dwindle down, not that it gained much notoriety anyway, Sheldon often wondered if the detail about the man's Tattoo would have caught him

Years later, when Raj told him the name of the woman that cursed dating site had given his friend and acquaintance as a match; he had never tried so hard in his life to appear like nothing was wrong. Sheldon tried so unbelievably hard to make it seem that it was the mere concept of online dating that had him protesting so rigorously instead of the fact he would be once again meeting the only person he had ever felt anything for. Then Raj had to blackmail him with that diseased filthy disgusting vile sock that forced him to go meet her again.

But as Sheldon sat on his bed, trying to think where Raj could have hidden the soiled hosiery and coming up empty, he channeled his inner Spock and began to calmly rationalize the situation.

There was absolutely no sure fire way to understand rather or not this Amy Farrah Fowler was THE Amy Farrah Fowler. After all; she had been accepted into one of the Nation's Top Universities at the age of sixteen which even Sheldon had admitted was a very impressive feet. Not as impressive as Sheldon by any means, but impressive never the less. Surely a woman of that high caliber would never resort to trying to find a mate on a dating site.

The more Sheldon thought about it, the more he was quite positive that the Amy Farrah Fowler who would haunt his dreams, nightmares, and memories wouldn't stop so low as to try to find a match on a dating site. So it was with that comforting thought that his disdain for the date was simply for the fact it was online dating.

But the moment she spoke he knew it was her. This was his Amy. He hesitated to turn around because he didn't want to be recognized by her. But the Texan gentlemen in him, as hard as he tried to stomp it out, overpowered in the end and he turned towards her.

Amy hadn't changed a bit. She was older, yes, but she more or less appeared the exact same as she did the night he rescued her. He watched her carefully, although never having been good at reading facial cue's he couldn't make out rather she appeared angry, indifferent, or if she had forgotten her hero totally and seeing his face was a completely new experience for her.

After a brief unsuccessful attempt at getting out of the date, Sheldon once again felt drawn to her somehow. He actually WANTED to sit and talk with her. She seemed intelligent enough to hold his interest and she had plainly stated that any form of human contact was off the table entirely, something that made Sheldon release a large breath of relief.

His logical and scientific side screamed at him to just back away, to tell her he wasn't interested no matter how in synch they were together. He knew nothing good would come of this and he was sure it would only be a matter of time that Amy would realize he's the reason why her attacker had gotten away.

Sheldon had never truly been able to forgive himself completely for what he did to her. So, giving into the human side of his Spock like personality, Sheldon asked her if she wanted a drink and she responded not with the mind altering chemical drug known as Coffee, but a mere Tepid Water.

It was the least he could do for her then after he made amends, he would disappear and never see her again.

"So," Sheldon began as they took their beverages and sat down at one of the tables, Raj and Howard gawking open mouthed at the two. "What do you do for a living?"

"Didn't you read my online profile?" asked Amy as she took a slow sip of water.

"I'm afraid not," Sheldon admitted. "As I mentioned before, the two acquaintances who accompanied me were the ones who entered in all my information and read yours."

"Understandable," said Amy with a nod, not being at all fazed by the fact Sheldon knew nothing about her sans her name. "But to paraphrase the 103 questions and short essays found on the web host, I'm a leading scientist in the field of Neurobiology specializing in addictions."

"I don't like Biology. It's gross and icky."

"I will admit there are several aspects someone unfamiliar with the field may find quote. And forgive me for doing this 'icky'," she made the quotation symbol with her hands, "but I assure you, it's quite fascinating."

Sheldon scoffed as he took a sip of the tea he had ordered himself. "I highly doubt that."

Amy didn't miss a beat. "I believe proper social protocol dictates you now reciprocate by answering the same question you posed to me even though I did read the online profile."

"My profile was written by someone with only a Masters so I'm probably right in assuming that half of the profile was misspelled and common typing short hands were used."

"You're close acquaintances with someone who only has a Masters? I'm pleased to find you willing to engage someone in the far less intellectual skill set level. It shows a sense of dignity and modesty."

Howard rolled his eyes and was about to shout that his Masters was from MIT and that Sheldon was anything but modest but Raj just grabbed his shoulder and shook his head, begging him to remain quiet.

"I quite agree," said Sheldon with a nod. "But to answer your previous question I'm a Theoretical Physicist."

"Even more impressive. Where did you study at?"

Sheldon felt his heart began to race as though he was watching Star Trek. Amy was in no way an unintelligent woman. If he mentioned his alma maters to her again, she would be able to know without a shadow of a doubt whom he was and what he did, as well as didn't do.

Sheldon shrugged as he took another sip of tea. "I don't really feel comfortable discussing that with someone whom I just met. With all the identify fraud going on in this country I'm sure you'll understand my hesitation."

"Of course," said Amy with a small bow. "Please accept my apologies."

"Apology accepted."

At those two words Amy's brow furrowed and her lips parted slightly as she looked over his face, carefully studying it. Sheldon was about to ask her why she looked suddenly confused when it dawned on him.

Those were the last words he spoke to her before they parted ways last time.

"Forgive me, Sheldon, do I… Do I know you from somewhere? You appear to be familiar to me."

Sheldon's eye began to twitch as he took a sip of his tea. "No I never met you before in my entire life whatsoever, Amy Farrah Fowler," he said nervously.

"Are you alright?" asked Amy. "You appear to be suddenly nervous."

"Nervous, why would I be nervous?" blurted Sheldon, much higher pitched than normal. "I don't know you, you don't know me, and we never met before in this universe so why would I be nervous?"

Amy simply blinked and nodded with a straight face. "I don't know. I'm merely telling you the symptoms such as sudden perspiration and eye twitching are tell tale signs of nervousness, lying, or drug addiction."

"It's a drug addiction," Sheldon all but burst out. "I had an accidental sip of Red Bull before I came to meet you and now I fear I'm craving more of the mind addling substance."

"You do present the tell tale signs of withdrawals. If you want I have a few samples of an experimental drug meant to mimic the effects of Methadone back at home locked in a safe in my bedroom. Would you be interested in trying it out?"

Sheldon shook his head violently. "No, no! I'm sure the effects will wear off soon!" Sheldon took a deep breath and struggled to maintain his Vulcan like presence. "So, Amy, as you've read my profile and I haven't read yours, tell me more about you. But leave out the boring unnecessary parts."

"Noted."

As Amy began to talk, Sheldon felt himself relaxing more and more as he listened to the tale of her life.

But at the same time, he couldn't help think the most terrifying thought his brain had ever come up with…

Amy wouldn't want to talk to him when she realized who he was and what he didn't do…

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