A/N- SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG. I moved states, and am preparing for a move abroad. On top of that, and working every day my computer broke. So I have to go to great lengths to find a computer. Hopefully this will be fixed soon. My beta for the other story is going through finals- so hopefully we will have a chapter ready for you by next week. As not to busy her, I will be working to fulfill all your prompts on this story. Don't hesitate to request them. Next chapter will be another request- this one is my own creation. And as always THANK YOU FOR YOUR REVIEWS.

Sheldon looked around at the room he was in. It was filled with deep mahogany dressers and armoires. The patterns were intricate and lavish, but the pieces themselves seemed outdated and old. Perhaps it was the film of dust they were all covered in. In the middle of the room stood a large red table. There was no light, but a clear sun panel in the ceiling above him. It illuminated the room well enough with streaks of light flashing stripes across the room. He could see the dust floating in the dank air, a space that seemed uninhabited. And there was no candles to brighten the room further.

A hatch opened and another version of him climbed up wooden stairs to the room. He had on a pin stripe suit, but his hair was messy in every direction. A pocket watch was visible. And Sheldon smiled to himself at the sight of it.

When his body was fully in view, a body came from the shadows and stood on the opposite side of the table. Her face was the only thing illuminated. A woman. Amy. Of course.

This version of her had stockings, a tan skirt, and a sweater on. It wasn't as bulky or as modern as the ones his version of Amy wore- but it was simple. Black with black buttons. Her hair was straight, and her face was clear- of both makeup and glasses.

"You're back." She breathed, her eyes dancing from his black simple shoes to every hair on his head, seeming to take them all into account.

He nodded, and Sheldon watched as his counter part gulped. He also was looking at Amy in a way Sheldon couldn't classify. Was he hungry? Was he surprised to see her? Was she supposed to be fatally injured or something? Something's happening.

But both stood, feet apart drinking each other in with only their eyes. The other Amy's irises darkened by the second, and he could tell her breathing was becoming more and more labored. Amy somehow seemed more vulnerable than he had ever seen her before, more emotionally open if that were possible. Yet she wasn't speaking. Whatever truths her body was radiating from feet away from him, her mouth was locking them closed within.

And the other him wasn't fairing all that well either. He looked like a fool, standing open mouthed, just staring at her.

A clock chimed in another room, the noise far off, but neither looked in it's direction. They also didn't say anything, or step closer. Whatever was going on was over Sheldon's head. Leonard was better at social situations like these. He would know if there was some obvious glaring cue he had missed.

How funny to think Sheldon would be consulting Leonard to shed light on another Sheldon. Sheldon shook his head at the thought. No, the clues were in front of him. It was time to figure out what was going on.

Clue one- It had at least been five minutes and neither of them had spoken. Or moved very much for that matter. They weren't communicating telepathically as far as he could tell because their facial expressions hadn't altered. No, if anything they were both avoiding eye contact with each other. But their eyes were the only thing that were moving. Both of their irises were following each others slight movements carefully. They were drinking each other in, and seemingly not getting full off the sight.

Clue two- Both had twitched in weird ways. Amy's counterpart reached hand out towards her partner a couple of times before bringing it back to her side. As for the other Sheldon, he kept opening and closing his mouth unattractively.

No. They both wanted to say, or do something. But both were afraid of the consequences. He might as well have been drowning in all the unspoken words between them.

But they weren't mad at each other. No, Amy's eyes seemed to be dilated, and his own seemed to be wide with relief or anticipation.

"You were late. I,"

"Yes I imagine that must have worried you. I am sorry." But opposed to trying to cut her off, it seemed as if he was trying to spare her any more fears or worries.

"It's not your fault."

"I heard that they,"

"Next door." The words were overlapping so fast Sheldon's brain was whirring to keep up.

"You saw?"

"I heard. There was screaming and wailing."

"And here?"

"Someone came in."

"No. How?"

"It's fine."

How?" He seemed irritated now.

"They came in, I hid in a dresser. They didn't check."

"But they got in? They were here? They could have found you?"

"They are looking for families, Victor. Not one stray girl." She saw that Victor hardly seemed placated so she continued. "I'm safe."

"You're safe." He breathed, and Sheldon saw a lot of emotions cross his face. The other version of him didn't mask any of them and he was able to see it all- fear, worry, relief, and fear again. He could see his blue eyes across from him watering without shame or reserve.

The woman seemed to understand. She nodded, no tears in her own eyes. Standing a little straighter. "I'm safe. You're safe."

"Jannes,"

"You are two hours late Victor." The tables had turned.

"I'm sorry."

"I thought... maybe that you had been..."

"No." He smiled hopefully at her, and she smiled back, though her eyes looked fuller, bigger. It was probably because they were beginning to fill with water. And the tables had turned again, because it was Victor whose eyes were clear and back was taller. They are taking turns comforting each other. "I told you nobody suspects their crazy scientist neighbor. Well at least not of anything more than accidentally blowing the town apart." He chuckled, to signify that it was supposed to be a joke more than actually finding his own words amusing.

"It doesn't stop me from..." She looked at him, and the words seemed to get stuck in her throat. So she turned her head to the side to control herself.

"Actually... Um... the reason I was late... I have some news."

Jannes smiled at him, a reassuring smile. Sheldon knew that particular smile from his own Amy's facial expressions. "Yes Victor?"

Victor ran his hands through his hair. It didn't make it any messier than it already was to begin with. He opened his mouth again, and then closed it. He looked back up to Jannes, who was still smiling that particular smile. "There is a rumor. And I don't want to get your hopes up... but.."

Jannes walked towards Victor. And Victor seemed to be taking into account every step she took, and exactly how far away her body was from his. "But?"

Victor's eyes snapped away from noting her body vicinity, and back to her face dazed. "Huh? Oh. Hitler committed suicide today because the allied forces are coming our way."

"WHAT?"

"Rumor has it that," But before he could finish small little Jannes was in his arms, her brown hair in his face, her small frame wrapped tightly around his. And instead of complaining about the invasion of his space, Victor held her tight. A small smile gracing his face, not that she could see it. Both stood there grasping at each other until three mutual breaths had passed.

The small brunette removed herself from her tall partner, and looked down at her arms. She awkwardly placed them back at her side and took a step back, a small apology muttered. For his part, Victor nodded and stood up taller. But his eyes didn't stop looking down at her. Seconds passed, with them standing inches apart from each other. Both were doing the eye thing again.

They just watched each other. They watched each others small movements, the vicinity between them. And just before Sheldon was about to roll his eyes something happened.

Like a gust of wind, suddenly their lips were attached to each others. His hands had found a way to the notch above her hip bone holding her tight, and her hands were grasping his face. Had Amy's hands always been that small?

It was strange. Sheldon had kissed Amy. He had seen other versions of him kiss Amy. I can't stop watching. I don't want to stop watching. Somehow watching Victor sweep Jannes into his arms, lifting her up on his own body so that she was his level made Sheldon feel...curious.

The couple was overcome with so much emotion, so much passion. And it was actually tangible in the entire room. It spilled off of them and on to every wooden piece of furniture in the room. The whole room was filled to the brim with longing, passion, wanting, and needing. Sheldon could practically taste it. He could hear Amy- no Jannes gasp into his own mouth, and he could hear himself take a large breath. He watched as her hands roved through his hair, and his own hands wrapped around her back as if he couldn't possibly pull her any closer to him.

This is how it is supposed to be.

But where had that thought come from? In what way was a couple swept up in emotion some type of requirement on the universe. Gravity was supposed to be. Star Trek was supposed to exist. This silly couple making out didn't have any right to claim itself as universe 'must have'.

But then he heard himself grunt, and watched as he placed her on the edge of the table. Her legs wrapped around his waist and both continued fluidly moving with each other.

Sheldon should have been blushing. But he instead felt a feeling in his skin, in his stomach that kept spiraling around in his body. He couldn't tear his eyes away.

Sheldon watched with anticipation as the couple came up for air. Victor placed his forehead on hers and closed his eyes as he struggled for breath. And for her part, Jannes was heaving but she stared in shock at Victor. The same face Amy had when I kissed her the first time. Sheldon could see a tear streak down her face. Was she hurt? Had he been too forceful and injured her?

But Sheldon's twin also had a matching dried tear streak down his own face. Was it her tears or his tears? But he got his answer as Amy's Jewish counterpart let out a watery laugh. Another track of water fell down her face. And Victor wiped her tear away with a smile, his own eyes wetter than made Sheldon comfortable. Both looked at each other before hugging tight. He heard a couple sniffles but couldn't tell which party they originated from.

But if they had just kissed why were they crying?

"I've wanted to do that for a long time."

"Me too."

"But I didn't want,"

"To put you in danger with my emotions."

"To make you feel obligated."

At the same time both withdrew from the hug, but they kept their faces close together. Close enough that they could still see in each others eyes, that their noses could graze each others.

"I can't lose you." They both said at the same time. And neither seemed surprised by the admission, or the unison thought process. Instead it prompted them to kiss each other again. This time their eyes locked until the moment their lips brushed. And this kiss was gentle. Sheldon could see clearly where her lips were in relation to his, and the gentle way he nibbled on them. He could see Amy's tongue dart across his lower lip, hesitantly before his own reached it.

And he didn't feel uncomfortable. Why didn't he feel uncomfortable? Where was the pulling/whirring feeling when you need it?

Sure enough, seconds later Sheldon felt himself being pulled. He needed to get away before he saw the couple have coitus in front of him and he waxed poetic about it.

What was happening to him?

A/N- Chapter inspired by the song Alive with the Glory of Love. Go take a listen.