Author's notes: There is a part of this story that would be greatly enhanced if the reader would go and listen to Don Henley, "Boys of Summer." Poor Sheldon….

Effect of change in temperature

"What fresh Hell is this?" Sheldon was roasting. It was 11:00 am on Sunday morning and he felt as if he stepped in a sauna. He didn't want to adjust the thermostat though, that was not happening.

"Sheldon, can we please adjust the thermostat!" Amy was dying.

In spite of the thermostat it felt like it was 100 degrees inside the apartment.

The morning had been fine so far. The morning was uneventful. Sheldon seemed to be a good mood for someone who was so vehemently opposed the visitors last night. Amy wanted to point this fact out, but kept quietly reading her book.

After breakfast, she took a shower. She was hot, and a cool shower was just what she needed. She had a cotton robe on and her hair in a towel, reading a book in the chair. She was not dressed for the heat; she would have to beg Sheldon to change the thermostat.

"Sheldon, it is crazy hot in here. I can't stand this anymore. I have to change." She went to her room. She had nothing that was not wool or thick. She needed clothes. Amy walked out her room, still in her robe and headed toward the door.

"You're not going out like that, are you?" Sheldon eyed her up and down. He used the same tone his mother did talking to Missy when they were teenagers.

"I'm going across the hall, I need something to wear since you refuse to change the thermostat, I have to improvise."

Knock Knock Knock.

"Hey Ames, what's up?" Penny was wearing a skimpy tank top and shorts.

"Penny I need your help. I am roasting over there and the Vulcan master won't let me change the thermostat. Can you lend me some clothes that I won't melt in? I didn't bring the appropriate attire for Vulcan!"

"HA HA HA, cause Vulcan's hot right. Oh god, I can't believe I know that. Come on in, I have just the thing. " Penny let her in the Apartment.

"I can't believe I know it too, thanks bestie!"

20 minutes later and after much debate over fabric choices, Amy went back to 4A, robe in hand, dressed for the conditions.

She opened the door, and Sheldon jaw dropped. She was wearing a light weight white cotton top, capped sleeves with a pair of shorts mid thigh. The blouse was almost see- through and he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her legs were strong and smooth and uncovered.

"What are you wearing; did you borrow from Penny's skanky clothing line?"

"No Sheldon, there is nothing wrong with this outfit. It was one of the more conservative options, frankly. If you would allow the AC on, I wouldn't have to dress like I'm going to the beach."

"You dress like that at the beach?" Sheldon had never been to the beach with Amy. He was not happy to think she would go out in public looking so… uncovered.

"I feel like I'm back in the mid east again. I was dying there too, but had to stay covered. Here, I don't have to worry about it. UNTIL NOW!" She went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. As she bent down to get the bottle, Sheldon could see down her shirt. He shifted in his seat.

"Well, maybe a few degrees wouldn't hurt… It is hotter than blazes in here." Sheldon checked the thermostat, it was 81 degrees. Hmmm, it should have kicked in at 71 degrees. He checked it again; nothing. He decided to call the building manager.

After 45 minutes, and much pleading, the building manager agreed to call someone for the AC. It was a Sunday, so no one would come until 2:30PM. Sheldon was in hell.

"Well this is an unacceptable situation."

"You're telling me, brother. Maybe we should go somewhere else?"

"No we have to wait for the repair man, he might come early. "

"You do, I don't."

"Yes you do, Roommate agreement section 5, sub paragraph A: In the event of a repair visit, it is the duty of both parties to ensure the quickest resolve."

"Oh crap!" Amy rolled up her Neuron journal and begun fanning herself with it.

"We could play a game?"

"If it's "don't break the ice", or "Cold War" I'm in. "

" How about counterfactuals?" Sheldon loved playing that game with Amy; she was only one who could play it well. It was like their secret.

"No, I don't have the cognitive processing power right now."

"How about Jenga?"

"Okay, I could do that." Sheldon set up the bricks. First he went to the bedroom and put on his plaid shorts and a t-shirt. No reason to suffer.

Amy waited for him, lying back in the beige chair. When he came out, he saw her lying across the chair, legs dangling, back arched, head tilted back. She had beads of sweat dripping down her chest. Sheldon swallowed hard and headed to the kitchen. He got a bag of ice and a towel, wrapped it up and handed it to her." Here, this might help."

"Oh, thank you, I really hate humidity. Southern California girl, I'm not used to it."

"In East Texas, you get used to it, or die trying." Sheldon went to the closet and got a standing fan, pulled it in and faced it towards her. She had put her hair up in a loose bun. The wind from the fan was pushing against her blouse, giving him a better view of her curves. He quickly sat down, squirmed a little in his chair.

They started the game. Amy had a steady hand and she was hard to beat. In between moves, she would walk to the fan, bending over letting the air move down her shirt. He had a perfect view of her. Sheldon was getting strange feelings, he tried to ignore.

"Where is that repair man, I am ready to strip and live in the fridge. How hot is it in here now? Oh God, its 87 degrees. I hate Santa Ana winds or we could open the window, its 110 outside. This is a nightmare.. ." Amy was dying; she really couldn't take the heat anymore.

"As my mom would say, 'it's hotter than a goat's butt in a pepper patch'. Why don't you take another shower, you might feel better." Sheldon couldn't take much more of her bending down in front of him anyway, he needed a break.

"Good Idea." Without a second thought, she ran to the shower, and striped and set it to cold.

Sheldon looked over and noticed her robe on the chair, she had forgotten it. He debated on whether to bring it to her. "Of course, she'll need her robe…Hmmmm"

Knock Knock Knock

Amy?

Knock Knock Knock

Amy?

Knock Knock Knock

Amy?

Come in.

"I am going to bring your robe." Sheldon didn't want to enter, but he wanted to give her the robe, he went into the bath room and put the robe on the sink. He could see in mirror a glimpse of her in through a split in the shower curtain. He saw all her, soapy and wet. He was frozen.

He stood there for what felt like hours, watching her. Finally her voice broke his gaze.

"Did you come in? Thanks for the robe."

"Oh yes, well, here it is." He quickly left, went to his room and closed the door.

A hero always peeks.

Amy came out of the shower feeling better. She put on her robe and went to her room to change back into Penny's clothes. She went out, but Sheldon was not in the living room, so she went back into her room and decided to play something on the harp.

Sheldon sat there, in his room, thoughts running wild, trying desperately to ignore his baser urges. He remembered when she was sick and he gave her the bath. He ignored his feelings then as well, this time was harder for some reason. Why? Forbidden fruit?

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard her playing the harp. She was playing, "Boys of Summer", by Don Henley, an appropriate song given the weather and location. Sheldon knew all the lyrics, his sister used to play it incessantly over one summer. He sat back in his bed, remembering the lines,

I never will forget those nights, I wonder if it was a dream
Remember how you made me crazy, remember how I made you scream
Now I don't understand what happened to our love
But babe, I'm gonna get you back, I'm gonna show you what I'm made of.

Knock Knock Knock. Amy stopped playing, jumped up and ran to the door. FINALLY! The repair man! Sheldon went out as well, shook from his day-dream.

"Oh thank God you're here. Please save us, deliver us from this hell!" Amy lamented.

The Repair man eyed her up and down; Sheldon noticed this fact right away. He walked right up to him and stood in front of her, blocking his view.

"Yes, and it is about time too. The problem is right over here."

"Yes, well, we have a lot of trouble with these old buildings, let me go on the roof and I will be right back."

The repair man left, Sheldon turned to Amy, "Do you want to change?"

"I'm not changing anything till this apartment has a livable temperature. He should be done soon." Amy couldn't help but notice his concern with her appearance.

"Yes, well, the sooner he is gone the better…" Sheldon sat back in spot, waiting for relief.

The repair came back and met Amy at the door, "Can you have your husband adjust to the temp, let's see if I fixed it."

"Oh, he's not my husband." She looked over at Sheldon who was eyeing her. He almost seemed upset when she said that. "Sure, Sheldon do you want to check the thermostat?" Amy smirked.

Sheldon was not amused, "Fine!" He got up and turned down the dial. The AC kicked in right away.

"Oh thank the Gods! How can ever thank you enough!" Amy was gushing, like the guy had given her a tiara, or something.

"Well, you are very welcome little lady, it is pleasure to do work for such appreciative clients. I would love to ask you…" Sheldon cut him off mid sentence, pushing him out the door. "Yes Great, wonderful, it works fine, tell the building manager. Bye." He slammed the door and locked it.

Amy just smirked at him, picked up her journal, and starting reading it again.

Sheldon went and took a cold shower.

Sunday was WII bowling night. Amy wanted Sheldon to have a similar schedule to his pre-freak-out life as possible.

"Tonight is WII bowling night, do you want me to pick up food before the guys come over."

Sheldon debated this. While, he liked the idea of having the guys over for games, he didn't like the idea of Amy bent over in that outfit in front of them, especially Wolowitz. He also didn't like the idea of Amy going out dressed up in Penny's Daisy Mays.

"I think we should cancel."

"Cancel, why? You like playing video games with the guys." Amy was confused.

"Yes, well, we saw them yesterday. Don't want to over load the system."

"Sheldon, before you left, you saw the guys every day. Nothing changed; they miss you and want to see you."

"I highly doubt they missed me. I just feel like a quiet evening."

"Well, have fun, I m going to the movies."

"The movies! What movie, with whom, when will you be back" asked Sheldon giving her the 3rd degree.

Amy almost told him she was going to Emily to see some chick flick, but decided against it. "It is none of your concern where I go, whom I go with, and when I come home. None of that information is required under our present relationship paradigm. Now you can have the quiet evening you so desperately wanted." She was still wearing the shirt Penny gave her, but had put on a skirt and a bra. Thank goodness she changed, Sheldon thankful she wasn't going out with her "not for public consumption outfit".

Amy grabbed her purse and left.

Now Sheldon sat in his spot.

He was cold for some reason.