"The Girlfriend of the Whirling Dervish…"
Summary: Nearing her wedding day, Amy is reminded of a previous engagement…Follows the action of "Gran Mag", pre "The Wolowitz Enigma"…
Disclaimer: It's all Chuck's…But nothing for Joss Whedon on this one.
(Just a note…To learn more about Amy's rather bipolar, beautiful, and somewhat tragic sister and her Sheldon Cooper obsession, you'll want to read "Gran Mag" the first tale in this particular series. "Flowers for Sheldon" however is not a part .)
Part XI…
Pounding heart gradually settling…Raj stared from his perch on the roof of the end car through the light snow back toward the now slowly approaching car…Clearly either an engine to push them or some kind of repair car…
"Raj!..."Stuart's voice from the end of the car…Head briefly peeping up… "Howard says you may as well come back down…It looks like the repair crew is here…Better hurry…"
"Coming…" high-pitched squeal… "Er, coming…" he fought it back down…
Snow falls gently round…
Hmmn…Almost like those Currier and Ives winter scene prints Mummy and Daddy have in the house for some bizarre reason…
Whoops…He nearly slipped on the iced metal…Hand flat on the surface, pulled away hastily in reaction to the electric shock of the cold…
I think hurry is not the word here…Whether the train guys take exception to my having climbed their car roof or no…
After all, I'm sure upon reflection they'd prefer I return safely rather than forcing them to spend the night here searching for my mangled remains in the ravine…
Here they come…He caught sight of the repair crew in white worksuits starting to make their way to the rear car door, scrunching down…
Best not I think to have them see me right now…Slip in after they get in…
Assuming this lethal white powder…He eyed the snow…Doesn't turn into a deadly blizzard…
I wonder if I'd be the first New Delhian ever found frozen…At least on Lake Erie…
So aptly named…He looked to the silent grey lake…If one goes for the homonym…Eerie…
They're taking a while…He sighed, looking over…
Safety first I suppose…He turned to look at the telephone/telegraph pole he's sought…
Well, long as I'm up here…And they don't seem to be interested in the roof…He pulled out the length of insulated wire Howard had given him…
Now which one would be the transformer cable?...I could be quick fried, then frozen…No doubt a yummy treat for scavenger birds or ferile dogs enterprising enough to clamber up here…
"Sheldon?..." Amy sighed… "I really don't think this is working out…"
"But Amy…?" puzzled look…
"No…" she shook head…
"Are you sure?..." he eyed her rather disconsolately… "I was sure things were going well…"
"No, it's just not working out…" she sat up… "I think it's Penny I need…"
"But, sweetness…" he stared… "I did everything I could think of…"
"Sheldon…I'm the one trying to wear this damned thing…It's not right…" sigh…
He leaned over… "Well…Of course we could…Do without?...Amykins?...My precious…" slight stroke of back…Hand moving…To front…
"Right, who needs it…" she bent over, kissing…Then suddenly pulled back…
"Wait…" she put up a hand…
"Hmmn?...Amy, aren't you aroused?...I really thought I was getting the hang of arousal…" he looked at her…
"Believe me, Moonpie…That's not the problem…It's just, I don't know if we should proceed…I don't think I want to find myself pregnantly vomiting on my wedding day or in front of Gran while we're visiting…"
"Oh…Right…"
"Though on the other hand…" grin… "Given most of my family won't believe I'm really involved with, let alone getting married to a studly hunk of genius like you…It would be a clincher as to our having actually done the nasty…"
"Absolutely…" he nodded, eagerly…Reaching…
"Wait…" he paused now…
"What?..."
"Momma…" he eyed her…
"Momma?..." she stared…
Oh, right…My religious fanatic mother-in-law…Who could happily see me shoot someone dead but would likely freak to realize her baby had impregnated pre-nuptually…Though, come on…In that neck of Yahooville, pregnant brides must be thick as flies…
Though it would be likely different being her baby leading said pregnant bride before the congregation…
"We'd better see Penny…" he sighed…
"Or Howard…" Amy suggested…Sly smile to the wall at Sheldon's narrow frown…
"Of course I'm sure Bernadette knows how to wear one but it would take half an hour to overcome her Catholic guilt at admitting it and my burning, raging loins can't wait that long…" she noted matter of factly…
Dhrarainian fighter jet above Pennsylvannia…
"Bashir?..." Faisal spoke as loudly as he could into the helmet headset… "Good thing we were flying west, gaining time, eh?"
"Most fortunate, Highness…" Bashir, in forward, pilot's seat, replied… "Ready yourself, Highness, it will be time very shortly…"
"Right…Say…You know is it really necessary to eject and destroy the plane?..." sigh… "I'll cover the cost of course outta my own funds but I feel kinda terrible wasting 200 million like this…"
"If we land as our flight plan indicates Highness…And believe me, we do not want to veer from the flight plan in an Arabian fighter jet in US airspace…You'll have to deal with protocol…If you eject alone…The assumption is likely to be made that you are some sort of terrorist…I can't let you take such a chance…And the repercussions as I've explained…"
"I know…" Faisal sighed… "If we both go and the plane is destructed we can claim mechanical failure…And because of the Stealth technology the Americans won't let it become a big issue…"
"Their Pentagon and the administration would not wish it be known the last administration handed such technology over to us…However strong our alliance may be…"
"You're sure though we can make it harder for them to spot us ejecting?..."
"It's very good technology, Highness…Your father paid Haliburton for the best…"
"Yeah…Well, thanks again, Bashir…And please remember I take full responsibility whatever happens…It's great of you to go along on this…"
"Well, Highness…Thirty years ago when your father was a young lad of forty-five, a young and enthusiastic if not well-versed in intelligence skills, agent was allowed to accompany him on a special mission involving the smuggling of a certain lady into Dhrarain, over the objections of his father and hers…I was that young man, Highness…And though I was nearly executed and lost several years promotion, I never regretted being a bit of a fool for love…"
"Thanks…Are we ready?..."
"Coming up on one minute, Highness…If we are separated on descent, Highness…Good luck…" holding up of thumb to view…
"And to you…"
"Thirty seconds…Ready yourself, Highness…"
"Would you do the line, Bashir?..."
"Certainly, Highness… I rather love 'The Prisoner' series myself… Be seeing you!..."
Explosive charges blast canopy…