The Leia Impersonation

Chapter 2

The drive home for Bernadette and Amy was quiet and contemplative. Both were thinking about their men and their men's love of a certain science fiction lady. Bernadette was thinking of how Sheldon made Leia seem like a brave, strong female model that just happened to have worn a metallic bikini, and it wasn't by her choice anyway. Jabba forced her to wear it. Maybe she could get into this dress up fantasy after all for her Howie.

Amy was thinking about Leia as well, but also couldn't stop thinking about Sheldon's little slip of the lip this evening. What type of fantasies was her Vulcan worshiping boyfriend having about her? Was it a one time thing or reoccurring? Fleeting daydreams or when his unconscious mind took over. Were these fantasies sweet and romantic, or dark and passionate? A sudden thought of a sleeping Sheldon clutching his sheets, writhing in ecstasy and moaning her name almost got her into a fender bender with the stopped car in front of her.

Both women jolted from their thoughts at the sudden stop. "Sorry." Amy breathed out, a bit flushed. "Don't worry about it." Bernadette replied breathlessly. The light turned green and they continued on, both going back to their prior distracting thoughts.

Sheldon was hard to read. He had seemed to enjoy the Star Trek uniform, though he didn't say as much. But he never did. He never admitted to any feelings. The school girl outfit she thought may have had a positive reaction. He had looked her up and down longer than she had thought he would. But that ended with him saying he didn't know where she was going with it. That incident was only a few weeks ago. Did she want to put herself out there like that again? Only to be disappointed once more? She drove on through the darkness.


The next evening, Sheldon heard the familiar sound of Amy Skyping him. He pressed a button and her picture popped open before him. "Good Evening, Amy. I trust you've had a good day today?" He gave her his small, sweet Amy only smile.

Amy loved that smile. She always melted a little. "It was a pretty productive day. I've made a small break-though in the fear studies with the capuchin test subjects and am starting a new paper." She told him all about her day and he recounted his. The boys had only put in a half day as they had stayed up very late watching all the Star Wars movies. Sheldon did look more tired than usual to Amy. They spoke pleasantly for a while, smiling and comfortable with one another. They were starting to wrap up their conversation, when Amy finally got the courage to ask him the question that had been pestering her since last night.

"Sheldon, I have a question to ask, and then I'll let you get some much needed rest." She shifted in her seat a little nervously. "When you had come back into the room last night, uh, and misunderstood what Howard was talking about, what did you mean by Leonard not keeping a secret about… you fantasizing about me?" She had started by looking him square in the eye, but by the end of the sentence seemed to find her keyboard more interesting.

Sheldon lost all the color in his face, and looked appalled. He was hoping she didn't bring up that little detail from last night. He remembered every moment, and unfortunately his eidetic memory repeated it over and over for the last 20 hours. He immediately flushed crimson. Drat!

He must have been sitting there like a deer in the headlights for some time, because he heard her calling his name repeatedly, it took a minute to be able to respond.

"Sheldon, Sheldon! Are you OK?" Great, she broke her boyfriend.

"Amy, are you sure you think you heard that, because…" He trailed off as she nodded her head adamantly.

"Sheldon, I may not have your eidetic memory, but it was only last night, and I currently am not affected by brain lesions." She was able to look him in the eye now. Too bad he was not able to reciprocate. His eyes looked in every direction but hers.

"Don't be embarrassed Sheldon. We've known each other for 4 years; we're bound to have a stray thought about each other once in a while."

That got his attention. His head snapped up and he raised his eyes to hers finally. "Do you ever think of me in that way?" he asked in a quiet voice. His blue eyes were filled with curiosity and were not as panicky as a moment ago. But he could still feel his heart pounding in his throat.

Now Amy was on the spot. "Eh… well…um…"

"You just told me I shouldn't be embarrassed, but it seems like your not taking your own advice, Dr. Fowler." Sheldon looked at her closely. There were only two outcomes to this question. A blatant no would mean "no"; any other answer must mean "yes".

Amy suddenly remembered she always had told Sheldon about the importance of honesty in a relationship. Even if it was an uncomfortable topic, she would have to take the first step forward. Sheldon was pretty clueless to the rules of the game called love. At least she had the girls to help guide her along.

Amy sighed heavily. "I have had… thoughts about you, Sheldon."

Sheldon's stomach dropped. He grew warm and started to sweat lightly. He swallowed hard. "What were we doing in these…thoughts?" He asked in a deeper voice than she was used to. She immediately broke out in goose bumps. Her heart was doing back flips.

Not wanting to scare him off, as he was still a flight risk, she answered with one of the more innocent answers rather than the more reoccurring smutty ones. "Um, you were carrying me off to your castle, on your horse, riding bare backed and bare chested. The wind was blowing your long hair around your shoulders…" She trailed off there, thinking back to one of the earlier dreams she had of Sheldon. It had happened on a night after reading a very saucy romance novel. Gerard's batteries were totally drained that night!

Sheldon looked at her shocked. She had a strange dreamy and contented look on her face. He was confused yet a little fascinated. He had a fleeting thought that it should be his goal in life to make sure she looked at him that way. Where the heck did that come from? He started to blush again.

"Now that I've come clean, it's your turn Sheldon." Amy twirled a little bit of her hair around her finger. She tried not to get her hopes up, this was after all Sheldon. He was pretty much sexually clueless and naïve.

Sheldon swallowed hard again, and a dozen thoughts of Amy came forward. Her sexually clueless and naïve boyfriend had been having very vivid and disturbing thoughts about his little lump of wool. The most recent ones were becoming quite naughty. He felt as if his heart was going to explode. "Um…" he muttered, trying to buy some time. Think Cooper think. He wasn't about to tell her about the dream he had where they fornicated like weasels on his spot. Nor about the daydream he had about them contaminating each other in the decontamination shower at the lab. He, like Amy, chose the less damning option. "I've thought about you, ahem, wearing the, um, Star Trek uniform. You looked quite alluring in that."

Amy was astounded. He told her she was intellectually phenomenal all the time. This was the first time Sheldon had complimented her on her appearance. She knew that his mind acted differently from 99.99% of people. He never seemed to put aesthetic notions of human beauty at the forefront of his thoughts. He admired intellect and a person's character over a pretty face. In fact she could not remember a time where he had commented on a woman being pretty. This was very unexpected and promising. It was a big deal coming from Dr. Sheldon Cooper.

"Thank you, Sheldon. I'm glad that you liked that costume."

"Anyone can wear that costume, the fact that it was you wearing it was the main reason I enjoyed it." Sheldon immediately regretted saying that. Dear Lord what is happening to me? I have no filter!

Amy's eyes grew larger as she realized what he had said. He is so into me! Maybe this Princess Leia thing would be a good idea after all. She decided then and there she was going to make it happen. "Well, thank you again for the compliment Sheldon. It means a lot to me." She smiled at him in that certain way that always made him feel breathless.

She is trying to kill me! I need to end this conversation so I can breathe! Sheldon decided to wrap things up before his mouth got him in more trouble than it already had. "Well then, that's enough of this pointless chit chat, I think it is time for me to go to bed. I've had a late night and I need my rest. Goodnight Amy."

"Oh Sheldon, I was wondering before you go, if I could ask you a favor."

Sheldon's heart had stopped beating. Well at least it felt like it. He knew if it actually had, he would be dead. Though the up side of being dead would mean he would have stopped feeling this uncomfortable and hot. What type of favor would she ask after the subject matter they had just discussed? He was only able to let out a tiny squeak that kind of sounded like "…yes?"

"Since I went home before we finished the Star Wars marathon, I was wondering if I could borrow one of the movies I didn't get to watch?" Amy asked nonchalantly.

"You want to borrow one of my Star Wars movies?" Sheldon was astounded and excited in a way that he couldn't quite describe. He was possibly more surprised and definitely more excited at this request than if she had asked him for a night of torrid coitus.

"Yes. It could be any one of them, whichever you recommend. Will that be OK?"

That damped his excitement slightly. "Amy, Amy, Amy. I cannot in good conscience just let you borrow one of them randomly! You saw the first three "prequels" in order; you are going to have to see the next movie in the proper order. So that means A New Hope is yours to borrow anytime you wish. When do you want it?" Sheldon didn't quite know how to contain himself. Amy never had shown interest in initiating watching science fiction movies, except for that one Valentine's Day. And that was only to be nice to him.

"I can come by tomorrow and get it, if that's good for you?" she asked. "If you want, I can give you a lift home and pick it up and then we can meet everyone at The Cheesecake Factory afterwards."

"That would be more than agreeable. Now I need to get to bed before you distract me any more with your sudden interest in the great American films of our time and talk of the hippy dippy dreams I have of you." Curses! His brain was letting him down tonight!

Amy felt a jolt go through her at that, and another thing too she had never felt before, a little bit of sexual empowerment. She liked it, a lot. It was oddly titillating "Goodnight Sheldon. Oh… and pleasant dreams." Amy gave him a sly look that a normally clueless Sheldon had no problem receiving loud and clear tonight. She signed off leaving the hot and bothered physicist by himself. "She said that on purpose." he mumbled. "Vixen!"


Sheldon had a hard time falling asleep that night, even though he was exhausted. What is with Amy's sudden interest in watching Star Wars? She seemed less than thrilled sitting through the movies on Star Wars Day. What changed? Maybe his good taste was finally starting to rub off on her after all these years. He grinned. It was about time she changed for him a little. It always seemed like he was the one who had to give in all the time. Why was he forced to follow her on the fast track to romance? While he did have to admit there were certain elements that he would never admit he enjoyed, he found it increasingly difficult to regress in their relationship once he got to a certain level. After holding her hand regularly, he felt strange not doing so, even if he complained about it so much in the past. And once he had kissed her for the first time it stood to reason that he would need to continue to kiss her. He never complained once about the kissing. He kind of hoped she wouldn't notice that. He didn't want to encourage her, which brings up the constant verbal slipups tonight. The one thing in his life that has never failed him had let him down tonight. His brain. His brain had turned to mush in the presence of a brunette temptress. It had been happening more and more since that train ride. He never should have let slip that he was starting to show more interest in Amy. She was going to take it the wrong way. Worse, she was going to take it the right way. He sighed. This tug of war he had with Amy had gone on for three years and he was constantly losing! You're fooling yourself Cooper; it's been going on for four years.

His thoughts wandered to the irresistible force paradox. What happens when an immovable object meets an irresistible force? He had once been steadfast and true, living in a world of pure science and logic. Science was all that mattered, until she came along. Her superior intellect and refusal to any physical contact sold him instantly. They had a relationship of the mind. He found she would challenge his brain and found it exhilarating. But then things became more complicated, and Amy began to want more from him. He still blames a certain large handed, bottle blond, Nebraskan for ruining his intellectual utopia. He became confused more times than not by emotions and tedious social protocols. His immovable object was moving, even if it was a glacial pace. He wondered why he continued to put up with all this twaddle and nonsense. Why should he be the one that had to constantly change and have his life interrupted? Then the truth of it all hit him like a 4-8-8-4 Big Boy steam locomotive:

Because he was in love with the irresistible Amy Farrah Fowler.