A/N- Long diatribe ahead. Bear with me. LOL~ Thank you once again for the sweet reviews. I am so pleased with the reception for this story, and giving my A/U take on this couple a try. I know it's different. These two are driving me crazy with their push/pull dynamic. A lot of realizations have been discovered. More are on the way. As I did with my story The Chaos Cognizance, I've created a Pinterest board about the story, to show my vision for you to have a better idea of what the characters and their surroundings look like in my mind. - joannacullen/ and my name is Jo Kaye. The board is titled The Science of Love Story. I'll be adding pictures as the story progresses. Check it out if you would like to share in my madness. :) The next couple of chapters will have a lot of canon elements. See if you can spot them.
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~Chapter 12~
"There's a divinity that shapes our ends,
Rough-hew them how we will."
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Amy awoke to the sound of Chaucer barking. He wasn't one to normally bark, especially in the morning, so Amy sat up with a start and stared at her dog groggily.
"Chaucer, hush! Are you trying to wake up all of Galveston?" She chided him, confused when he ran over to the floor to ceiling window that faced the driveway and began to run around in a circle.
His peculiar behavior prompted her to get out of bed and investigate.
"What's out there, boy?" She asked, throwing on the robe that was at the foot of her bed. Using the lever she rolled up the blinds, spying Sheldon in the driveway loading all of his family's presents into the trunk. Throwing open the window, she waited for him to notice her.
Sheldon slammed the trunk shut, his eyes meeting hers at once as he looked up and saw her in the window watching him. He waved to her and offered her a kind smile. Amy waved back before smoothing down her hair she knew looked like a birds nest.
"Merry Christmas. I just wanted to load up the car." He said shyly, his eyes taking in Amy's red robe. It was very festive and Sheldon gulped when he noticed the little v in the front that was open.
Oblivious in her still sleepy state, Amy just smiled.
"Merry Christmas, Sheldon. What time are we expected at your mother's house?" Amy asked, the idea of spending the day with the Cooper's making her giddy as well as nervous. She hadn't been around a family in a while. Even when she spent holidays with Drew, it was normally just the two of them and his latest boyfriend.
For a split second, Amy saw some unnamed emotion flicker across Sheldon's face. She had no idea what it was or what it meant.
"Church service is at 11 am. We should be on the road by 9:30." He said business-like. She imagined in his life back home, he scheduled everything perfectly. He was probably never late for anything. That was no doubt partly due to his OCD, as well as his need for perfection.
Glancing at the clock, she was shocked to see it was past 10 past 8. Normally, she was up at the crack of dawn. Thank Heavens for Chaucer barking, or she would have over slept. She supposed the combination yesterday of her emotional breakdown and she and Sheldon's nice day together had exhausted her. One thing was good, though. She had a much better sleep than the previous nights. The last thing she wanted to do was greet the Cooper's looking a fright.
Sheldon was watching her, waiting for her to respond.
"Okay. I'll walk Chaucer and come back to change." She answered briskly, pulling back to close the window. Sheldon stopped her, calling out.
"Amy?"
She stared at him in question.
"Yes?"
"I'll walk Chaucer. Just open your door so he can run out," Sheldon said, disappearing into the house.
Amy turned around to find Chaucer already by the door, tail wagging and eyes clear and bright. She shook her head, knowing there was no hope for Sheldon now. The dog was smitten with him.
Much like his owner, her internal voice said cheekily, but Amy put the lid on the pesky voice as she grabbed the knob.
"Go see your buddy," Amy said merrily, and Chaucer went flying happily down the stairs as soon as the door opened. She was about to close her door when she heard Sheldon talking to Chaucer, his voice high pitched and playful. She hid herself so he wouldn't see her, smiling at how much Chaucer had changed Sheldon.
Waking up the morning after Sheldon's emotional breakdown was hard. All she wanted to do was go find him and reassure him everything would be alright. She'd spent the night crying and debating with herself that no, she was NOT falling in love with him. Her emotions were simply running rampant due to the fact he'd finally let her in, and stopped fearing she was untrustworthy. His trust meant more to her than she cared to admit. Why, she wasn't sure. But in the light of day, it became clear to her that she had been fooling herself. Not only was she falling in love, she had already arrived. And the variable that cinched the deal?
Chaucer.
Walking downstairs in the middle of the night to get water, she couldn't believe her eyes when she spied Sheldon and Chaucer curled up on the couch together. Her 130 pound gentle giant was laying across Sheldon like a shield, head buried in the crook of his neck. One of Sheldon's arms had been flung behind his head, but the other one was holding onto Chaucer's back for dear life. The scene touched her so deeply that she went to sit on the chair across from the couch, watching them in awe.
Two weeks ago, Sheldon was ready to kick her and her dog out on their ears, due to his fear of dogs and the damage they'd done to him in the past both physically and psychologically. To see this man so comfortable with Chaucer, letting his guard down to allow him to sleep on top of him, made her cry. She sat there for at least ten minutes, the hot tears rolling silently down her face as she realized that this man was quickly coming to mean more to her and to her pet than she could have ever imagined.
Foregoing the water she'd come down for, she tip toed back upstairs to retrieve his grandmother's blanket and brought it back, covering Sheldon's torso and legs. Neither he nor Chaucer stirred, and Amy was relieved. She scurried back upstairs, even more a mess than when she'd left them hours before.
No…her heart wasn't deceiving her. She was in love. And it made her feel helpless.
Amy shook her head clear and jumped into the shower, adjusting the temperature accordingly. After showering quickly and dressing with care – she wore her best dress that she luckily happened to have packed in her suitcase- and after adding a few strategic curls to her long hair, Amy pinned it up on one side with a clip and applied some lip gloss. She wanted to make a good impression on the Cooper's. It was Christmas, after all. Why dress in her normal, casual clothing today?
At approximately 9:20 she descended the stairs, finding Sheldon standing by the tree pacing back and forth. She was shocked to see him wearing a jacket and tie. Earlier, he only had on a shirt and trousers. He must have finished dressing while she herself was, and the finished product was stunning. He even had a silk handkerchief in the pocket of his jacket, lending him a debonair look.
Sheldon turned to find Amy walking over to him, and he stared at her a moment, taking her in. Amy, likewise, did the same.
His suit was navy blue, and the closer Amy got to him, the bluer Sheldon's eyes appeared by contrast. It must have been his tie, which was royal blue and striking. She knew she was gaping at him open mouthed, but she couldn't help herself. He looked amazing.
"Sheldon…you look so handsome." Amy said softly, admiring the pinstriped blue and white shirt he wore as well. The suit was obviously tailored and fit him in all the right places. His normally tall frame was accentuated by the cut, somehow making him look even taller. She wondered if he dressed like this a lot back home.
He should, she thought, dazzled. He probably has women chasing him down the street.
Sheldon dipped his head, finding the floor fascinating. Amy's gaze lowered as well, admiring how his wing tipped shoes looked suave as well.
"Thank you. My mother insists I dress up for Church. It's her once a year appeasement, so I suppose I can give in." He said quietly.
Amy nodded, smiling at her housemate. But her eyes never left him.
Sheldon blushed, his eyes taking in Amy's attire as well. Since his eyes were already downcast, he began there. Her shoes were unlike any he'd seen her wear previously; pink colored and strappy, they were at least two inches high. She had on a flouncy black dress that had a large floral pink rose pattern that just skirted her knees, showcasing her lovely legs. There was some type of gauzy petticoat underneath in the same pink as the floral pattern, the ensemble gorgeous and feminine. He had never seen such a ladylike dress before. She had topped it with a pink colored cardigan that looked just as soft as that damn Angora sweater from the other night. The colors of pink and black looked amazing on her.
Right then and there, Sheldon decided that pink was his new favorite color. At least, on Amy.
Sheldon cleared his throat as his eyes roamed around her face, admiring her slightly curled hair.
"You look very pretty, Amy." Sheldon said respectfully, turning away quickly and therefore not seeing Amy's eyes widen at his compliment. The truth was, if he looked at her any longer, he could not be held responsible for his actions. She looked like a goddess.
"I do?" She asked, her voice a mere whisper.
Sheldon nodded, looking down at his shoes.
"Shall we go?" He asked abruptly, already grabbing his keys.
Amy followed him dutifully, carrying the bag she'd brought down with her and blowing Chaucer a kiss goodbye.
As they walked to the car, Sheldon glanced down at the bag Amy was carrying that he hadn't noticed earlier.
"What's in there?" Sheldon asked curiously.
Amy looked down as well.
"Oh, these are gifts for your family." She answered bashfully.
Sheldon stopped just before they got to the passenger door, staring at her in question.
"Gifts? But I only invited you to Christmas last night. When did you get these?" He asked in confusion.
Amy shrugged.
"Last week, when we went to town for you to shop." She answered quietly. "I did a bit of shopping myself."
Sheldon gazed at her in shock, trying to understand.
"You bought my family presents when you didn't even know them, or that you were spending the day with them?" Sheldon asked in awe.
Amy began to feel strange, like she had overstepped her bounds.
"Yes, but…I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought you could bring them on to them, to let them know I was thinking of them. I don't have very many people to buy gifts for. It was…fun. I would have given them to you to bring even had you not invited me," She whispered, trying to reassure him.
Sheldon looked down, ashamed at himself. He considered it a chore to shop for those he loved. Amy had done so, not even knowing them. Every time he turned around, her sweetness and generosity was putting his shortcomings in the spotlight.
He took a deep breath, addressing her.
"Amy…you did not upset me. Quite the opposite. That was very kind of you. They will love anything you give them, I promise." He said truthfully. He took the bag and put it in the trunk alongside his own, coming back to Amy's side. "Thank you for thinking of them."
Amy smiled softly, getting in after Sheldon opened the door for her and settling in after he slammed it shut.
They drove in silence for a few miles, each battered by strange feelings and unwanted thoughts. Finally the silence got to be too much, and Amy turned slightly to face Sheldon, perking up.
"So…tell me about Pasadena. What's it like there? I've done some research, but I'd like a resident's opinion. Is it artsy, bohemian, cerebral, what?" She asked in excitement, anxious to hear about the place she would soon call home.
Sheldon thought for a moment. Her mention of Pasadena sent his pulse racing. He tried to remain calm and answer her as best he could.
"It's nice. The weather is great. Lot's to do. We're centrally located. Just an hour's drive to anywhere. Los Angeles, San Diego, Beverly Hills…I'd say it's an eclectic mixture of all those adjectives you described. If people watching is your thing, then Pasadena is the place. And, we have the Parade of Roses every year. That's pretty cool." Sheldon said, thinking Amy might find that interesting.
She nodded her head enthusiastically.
"Oh, that sounds great. What about the beach? Do you go to the beach often?" Amy asked, grinning when Sheldon snorted.
"Ah, no. Sheldon Cooper and the beach are not friends. I hate the sand. I hate the sun. And I hate how everyone walks around nearly naked. It's California, not Sodom and Gomorra, after all." He said sarcastically. Amy chuckled at his description.
"Well, Sheldon…one would not wear a suit and tie to the beach. Bathing suits are the norm," She pointed out.
Sheldon rolled his eyes.
"A bathing suit is one thing. Strategically placed strings are another." He said dryly.
It was Amy's turn to snort.
"Are you sure you don't have a bit of 'old time religion' in you, Sheldon? Your views on beach attire are very puritanical." She said blithely, turning away to hide her grin.
Sheldon shot her a look laced with sarcasm.
"Positive. The only way that would happen is if alien's came down and invaded my body."
Amy giggled, meeting his eyes again.
"I see. Well, when they come down, please do not give them my address. If they tried to use a probe on me they would get a butt kicking they never anticipated." Amy said airily.
Amy's answer prompted Sheldon to ask his own question.
"Do you know what part of town you will living in?" He asked casually, as if her proximity to him didn't matter in the slightest.
Amy nodded in the affirmative.
"My new place is on Corson Street." Amy offered, surprised to see Sheldon's eyes widen as they remained fixed to the road.
Sheldon swallowed thickly. Corson Street intersected with Los Robles. It couldn't be…
He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"Corson Street is nice. Corson and where?" He ventured quietly.
Amy studied him, finally comprehending what he was doing. She smiled slyly at how covert he was being.
"Corson Street near N. Wilson." She answered lightly, curious herself as to where Sheldon lived and how far from her.
Sheldon breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't right across the street from him, but she was still very close.
"Oh. That is a very nice neighborhood." Sheldon said quietly.
Amy smiled at his approval.
"I thought so, when they sent me the plans. My realtor said whatever I do, do not buy a place on or near Euclid Avenue. Are you familiar with it?" Amy asked curiously.
Sheldon stopped the car at a red light, chuckling loudly. He stared at her with an amused expression that Amy found telling.
"What was that for?" She asked, laughing herself. She knew she just had to hear this.
"Nothing." He said, his voice holding humor as he looked down, seemingly remembering something that was making him smile.
"Tell me!" She ordered, gently smacking his arm in fun.
Sheldon waved his hand dismissively.
"It's just…um…Euclid Avenue has a lot of potholes. My friend Howard gave me a ride on his moped once, and I demanded we not take Euclid. He didn't listen to me, of course, and let's just say, it was not a comfortable ride. Good advice from your Realtor. I assumed I was the only sensible person in the whole of Pasadena!" Sheldon said, shaking his head in exasperation.
The mental image that stirred up had Amy giggling as well. Sheldon's laughter died down as the light turned green, and he turned his attention back to the road. She could still see the humor from his memory touching the corners of his eyes, though. She wondered just how close Sheldon and his friends actually were.
Amy watched him surreptitiously, admiring his handsome profile. Her eyes drifted down to his strong jaw, his broad shoulders, and his forearms as they flexed as he maneuvered the wheel. She swallowed thickly when she remembered being held by him yesterday… and the way he looked at her after she teased him last night about Han Solo.
The thought of them living so close together made her happy. And anxious as hell. Knowing that he was a short car ride away made her heart race. Before she could censor herself, the works were out of her mouth.
"So…how far exactly is your place from mine?" Amy asked in guarded curiosity.
Sheldon's eyes met hers at once, as though he had the same question weighing on his mind.
Which is why he had asked her to begin with.
"About four miles. Give or take a quarter of a mile." He answered quietly. "I don't know what the house address is yet, so…" He trailed off, and Amy nodded in understanding.
Four miles? So close…Amy thought.
They were both thinking the same thing. But neither one could voice their thoughts. By voicing them, it would make them real.
For now, the only reality was this. Fantasy would collide with the real world soon enough.
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They arrived at Mary's house just after 10:30, the whole family rushing out to greet them. Mary and Harvey were the first to emerge, Mary pulling Amy into an awkward hug which took Amy by surprise. Harvey gave Sheldon a firm handshake, which took Sheldon by surprise as well. Sheldon accepted it graciously, though, not even flinching.
Amy noticed this and figured whatever Harvey said to Sheldon the night of the bonfire must have reached him in some small way. She was happy for Mary at least, to know that her beau and her son wouldn't be at odds on Christmas day.
Missy, Jake, and Joshua followed, Joshua leaning over to kiss his uncle when Missy stuck the baby in Sheldon's face. They moved on to Amy, Missy giving her a peck on the cheek and Jake shaking her hand cordially.
Amy leaned over to whisper in Sheldon's ear as Mary and Harvey fussed over Joshua.
"Will your brother be here today?" She asked curiously.
Sheldon shook his head in the negative, looking down at the ground.
"No…he's a foreman on an oil rig out in the Gulf. He won't get shore leave until April." Sheldon said, and Amy could sense the disappointment in his voice. It puzzled her, since she knew Sheldon and George Jr. weren't very close. Still, it was the holidays, and Amy figured Sheldon must have missed his brother at least a little bit.
The last Cooper to come out, gliding down the steps like a true Southern Belle, was Sheldon's Meemaw. She strolled down the steps of the porch looking like Scarlett O'Hara herself; regal, ladylike, and confident. Even at eighty years old, she needed no help walking and practically sprinted across the yard to her favorite grandson.
Amy couldn't take her eyes off of her.
"Moonpie! Come give your Meemaw some sugar!" She exclaimed happily, the height difference between them adorable as she reached up to embrace him. Sheldon bent down to accommodate her, the whole party smiling at the way Meemaw doted on him. Missy turned to Amy and nudged her with her elbow.
"He-who-could-do-no-wrong has just arrived. We all might as well be invisible," Missy snarked, shaking her head in mock jealousy. Amy smiled at her over the top criticism, turning her attention back to grandmother and grandson.
They shared a special look between them, Meemaw reaching up to caress his cheek lovingly.
"You know I made you your favorite cookies, Darlin'. But don't go sharing with anyone." She said slyly, even though the whole family heard.
"We're right here, Mama." Mary chastised, but Meemaw simply waved her hand in dismissal.
"Oh, pish." She said condescendingly, but everyone laughed.
Meemaw ducked around Sheldon, her eyes meeting Amy's in thrilled curiosity. The younger woman looked positively petrified, and Meemaw felt the urge to put her mind at ease at once.
"And who do we have here?" She asked dramatically, stepping aside to stroll over to Amy with purpose. She eyed Amy from head to toe, shaking her head at the vision of loveliness before her. Meemaw turned to make eye contact with Mary, who simply smiled at her mother.
Sheldon made the introductions like a gentleman, his voice showing hints of old Southern manners.
"Meemaw, this is Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler. She is the young lady that Melissa rented the cottage to for the holidays. Dr. Fowler, this is my Meemaw, Rose." Sheldon said respectfully.
Amy smiled widely as her eyes took in the matriarch of the Cooper family. She was petite and had gorgeous white hair that looked bright as snow. Her skin resembled rose petals, and Amy was tempted to reach out and touch it. But what really startled Amy, were the color of her eyes. They were the deepest, darkest blue she had ever seen. She wondered if Sheldon got his eye color from her. They exhibited warmth as they stared at her, and she felt a foreign feeling of love wash over her. So much love, in fact, that Amy began to feel uncomfortable.
"Aren't you just the prettiest thing. Where did you come from?" She asked with a sweet as sugar voice.
Amy smiled shyly at the strange question, but answered it nevertheless.
"I'm from Massachusetts, Ma'am." Amy answered politely. Meemaw shot her a look of ire, which Amy misinterpreted as annoyance at her answer.
"Oh, no. None of that Ma'am business. You, young lady, are to call me Meemaw. Or my given name, Rose. And what I meant when I asked where you came from, was what part of Heaven? Cause you just resemble an Angel!"
Amy stared at her with shock, having never been the recipient of such a compliment. She smiled bashfully at Rose, looking away.
"Thank you, Meemaw. And the name Rose suits you to a T. You are very beautiful." Amy said politely.
Rose smiled gently at Amy's gentile mannerisms. She hadn't seen such fine manners and sweet disposition on a girl her age since she herself was that age. Her eyes immediately swung to her grandson's, unsurprised to find him watching their exchange closely and with a strange, faraway look on his face.
In his thirty-five years of life, Meemaw was certain she'd never seen that look on her favorites face before. Her eyes widened as she realized that this was not just some lodger Sheldon had brought along to Christmas dinner.
The question was, did Sheldon himself know that?
Rose took Sheldon's hand in hers, pulling him in closer.
"Let me get a good look at you. Dear, me. You look so handsome I want to cry! It seems a little R&R agrees with you, Child." Meemaw said, her eyes twinkling.
Sheldon cleared his throat and looked around the yard, trying not to be center of attention.
"Well, isn't this just wonderful? Having the whole family together. Without poor George Jr. of course. But he's here in spirit. We best be getting on to Church." Mary announced briskly, already figuring out carpool plans.
"Harvey and I will take Meemaw and little Josh, Shelly, since we have a car seat already for him in Harvey's car. Would you and Amy here take Missy and Jake?" She asked, and Sheldon nodded at once.
They piled into the car, Sheldon following Harvey as Missy made small talk with Amy.
"So how have you been, Dr. Fowler? I hope you've found the cottage to be all that you'd hoped?" She asked sweetly, smiling innocently. Beside her, Jake rolled his eyes at Missy's obvious inquisition.
Sheldon looked at Missy in the rearview mirror, sharing with his twin 'the look'. The one that told her to shut it or else. Missy merely smiled and looked out the window.
"Oh, yes. It's been a wonderful stay. I want to thank you again for everything. I've loved my visit here. And…meeting all of you was a bonus I didn't expect." Amy said shyly, avoiding eye contact with the gorgeous brunette.
Missy smiled sadly at the woman she was certain had captured her brother's heart.
"The pleasure is all ours, Amy. I can assure you." She said kindly, leaning over to squeeze Amy's shoulder.
The short drive to the Church was uneventful, Sheldon glad to find a parking spot and get out of that car before Missy started asking Amy even more personal questions.
The Church was filled to capacity today, every God fearing Lutheran in a fifty mile radius crammed into the little chapel. There wasn't a pew to accommodate all seven of them plus the baby, but Mary found two pews back to back that had enough room.
"Shelly, there are two seats here on the end for you and Amy." Mary said practically, while the rest of them squeezed into the one in front, with Meemaw on the end.
Sheldon ushered Amy into the pew for her to sit next to a small, elderly lady and he sat next to her on the end behind his grandmother. They were sitting so close that Amy's right and Sheldon's left thighs were touching. He looked down at their close position, smiling at her in sympathy.
"I'm sorry. I guess this Preacher packs them in tighter than a Wayne Newton show in Vegas," Sheldon said irreverently, earning a quiet giggle out of Amy.
Meemaw didn't bother to turn around, but she smiled to herself at Sheldon's remark. It was wonderful to hear him enjoying himself and having fun, and with a girl!
Mary didn't find it as amusing though, turning around to glare at her son. Sheldon straightened up his face at once.
"What?" He asked self-consciously, unable to look at his mother.
"You mind your manners in here, Sheldon Lee Cooper. This is the house of the Lord," Mary whisper yelled. Amy tried to hold in the grin she so desperately wanted to let out. She turned her gaze to the woman on her left, smiling at her serenely.
"And what are you grinning at?" Sheldon whispered to Amy, nudging her thigh with his.
"Nothing. I promise." She whispered, turning her attention to the Preacher.
An hour later in which the congregation sat through the story of the birth of Christ, communion, too many Christmas carols to count, and a fire and brimstone sermon…Sheldon was ready to escape. He thumped his knee incessantly, the one which was brushing up against Amy. After fifty thumps, Amy couldn't take it anymore. Without thinking, she attempted to put her hand on Sheldon's knee to stop the nervous tic, and Sheldon's hand automatically covered hers out of surprise. She had inadvertently grabbed his thigh instead, very close to his groin.
Amy turned her head quickly to look down and find their hands clasped together, pressing tightly into his leg. A small gasp escaped her lips as she realized how inappropriate this looked. Her eyes met Sheldon's in fear, expecting him to be furious. He was staring at her with an odd expression of shock and disbelief. Neither one moved their hands, each not knowing what to do.
Amy's eyes glazed over with embarrassment. They were so close, practically sealed together, that their arms were now touching too. Amy finally pulled her hand out from under Sheldon's, folding hers primly on her lap.
"I'm…I'm sorry." Amy sputtered in a whisper, her face red. "I didn't mean to do that. Your knee…" Amy trailed off, trying to explain her actions.
Truth be told, Sheldon couldn't even form words to say it was alright. He nodded at her in understanding, turning back around to face the front. His face was flushed and his heart racing.
It was the first time in his entire existence that Sheldon Cooper felt guilty in church.
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The Cooper family Christmas lunch was nothing short of a grand buffet at a five star restaurant. There was so much food that Amy's eyes were widened in perpetual delight.
There was the aforementioned turkey which Sheldon couldn't wait for, a huge spiral cut ham, potatoes au gratin, mashed potatoes, dressing, peas, carrots, green beans, sweet potato casserole, creamed onions, broccoli cheese casserole, cornbread, biscuits, and yeast rolls. And so much gravy, there must have been a gallons worth. On top of that, each of the Cooper women had baked a pie; apple, pecan, and cherry, and Meemaw brought out a tin of cookies so big that it looked a drum. No one complained, though, as they filled their plates to capacity.
Amy had never eaten so well or so much in her life. She found herself returning to the buffet table for seconds, something she would normally never do. Sheldon smiled affectionately at her as he saw her chatting with Missy at the table, baby Joshua reaching out his chubby little hand to grab one of Amy's long curls. He tried to put it in his mouth, but Missy gently untangled it from his grip.
Harvey and Mary sat close together, laughing at giggling at each other. Sheldon watched his mother's actions, a strange feeling welling up inside of him. His father had been dead for nearly 21 years now. In that time, before connecting with Harvey, Mary had been alone. Sheldon realized that it must have been hard for her. Losing a husband so young, with two children still at home, would have been difficult. He'd never seen his mother so happy. And the best part since she had a man in her life? She wasn't trying to force needless religious babble down his throat.
Sheldon reasoned that after catching them together last year in a compromising situation, his mother had eased up with her holier than thou persona. After pointing out to her that doing so would be hypocritical, Mary had become more tolerable. It made everyone's life a lot easier. And she seemed to be happier as well. He was glad that she was finally breaking free of the pain of the past.
Sheldon had to admit, Sheriff Watson was not so bad. Mary could do a lot worse than a respected leader of the community; one who worked hard, treated her right, and had a good pension when the time came to retire. This man wasn't the type to get drunk, participate in bar room brawls and go home with bottle blonds when he had a wife and three children waiting for him. As much as Sheldon hated to admit it, towards the end of his life, George Sr. acted like a bastard.
"Your sister tells me that you and that sweet thing will be working together, Shelly. I think that's wonderful. And what a coincidence!" Meemaw whispered in Sheldon's ear, noticing the way he was watching her.
Sheldon was brought out of his previous thoughts, considering Meemaw's words.
Truthfully, he had been watching her all day, probably without even realizing it.
"Yes, a coincidence…" Sheldon whispered, his eyes not leaving her form.
Meemaw smiled impishly.
"So…tell me about her. What do you know so far?" She asked.
Sheldon bit his lip.
"Dr. Fowler is a highly regarded Neurobiologist. She is at the top of her field. She graduated with honors from Harvard University." Sheldon gushed, dropping his guard unknowingly as he sang Amy's praises.
Meemaw smiled, daintily spearing a piece of ham with her fork and eating it.
"Well…isn't that something? You sound like you admire her very much." She said softly, offering her grandson a gentle smile when he looked at her steadily.
"Um…I do. I've never met a woman before with so much intelligence. And…she's a very compassionate person. Sweet. Genuine," He said, each word sounding softer than the last.
Meemaw put her fork down on her plate and turned in her chair to face him. She glanced over to where to Amy and Missy stood to make sure she wouldn't be overheard.
Sheldon knew he was in for it by the way she put her papery soft hand on top of his.
"Moonpie…something is different with you. I can hear it in your voice. I can see it in your eyes, read it on your face. Tell me the truth…you and this girl? Is there something happening between the two of you?" She asked gently, unsurprised when Sheldon frowned.
Rose knew her grandson, and this, of all subjects, was the hardest for him to discuss. Not once had she ever seen him open his heart to anyone. Yet watching them all day, it was clear Sheldon's heart was on his sleeve for this girl. She needed to hear it out of his own mouth, though, to be sure.
He also looked over at Amy, before turning his gaze back toward his grandmother.
"I…I don't know I'm feeling. I want to be her friend, but…" He stumbled, taking a sip of cider. Meemaw waited for him to settle, before nodding at him.
"You like her. It's clear that you do. But you're afraid. That's normal, son. I assure you." She said tenderly.
Sheldon sighed, looking down at his lap.
"I'm not normal, Meemaw. And I never have been."
His voice sounded so sad that Meemaw didn't know if she wanted to cry, or shake some sense into him. Leaning closer, she put her hand on his shoulder gently and pulled him towards her.
"Look here, Sheldon Lee…you are as normal as the next man. You are special. And brilliant. And…Lord in Heaven, men wish they were you. Do you have any idea, any at all, how proud I am of you? To tell people that you are my grandson? You are going to change the world someday. Goodness…your smarts have already changed the world. Whatever quirks you have are nothing to be ashamed of. Any woman worth your time will feel the same way. And that young lady right there?" She asked, pointing to Amy, "That girl is worth it. I could see that a mile away. Why can't you?" She asked sadly.
Sheldon bit his lip harshly. He thought back to the other night, when Amy told him how much better he was than Brett or any bully like him. Her words were sweet, her voice tender. Could he dare to believe that Meemaw was right, and that Amy could truly feel that way for him? Even if she did…how could it ever work?
He was holding onto the fragile thread of their newfound friendship. He had to keep her there, balancing precariously on that string, or he would suffer. He was already suffering, feeling confused and uncertain of where his feelings were headed.
Amy came back to sit across from Sheldon, her plate once again holding a sampling of goodies. Sheldon raised his eyes to see her smiling at him widely, shyly shuffling a forkful of dressing into her mouth. He couldn't help to smile back.
"Um…is everything all right?" Amy asked timidly, her gaze swinging between Sheldon and Rose.
Rose gave her a look filled with tenderness.
"Yes, my Darling. Everything is just right." She said sweetly.
Amy blushed, happy to hear to hear it.
Rose looked at Sheldon who was blushing as well.
Yes, this girl was most assuredly worth it.
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Hour later, after the dishes were done and the good china put safely away, the Cooper family sat around the tree and opened presents. Harvey was elected to play Santa, passing out the gifts to everyone and keeping the wrapping mess to a neat pile. All of Sheldon's gifts to his family were well received, a fact he was grateful for. He hated gift exchanging because of the burden it placed on the receiver, but as the giver, he usually did well.
For his Mother, he had found a lovely music box that played an old time gospel song, 'What a Friend We Have in Jesus.' Mary's eyes lit up like the 4th of July sky as she listened to the music, her face soft when her gaze met her son's.
"Thank you, Shelly." She whispered, knowing that although her son didn't share her beliefs, he respected them.
Next up was Melissa. He had bought her a pair of earrings he knew she had wanted for a long time, and her wide smile told him that she hadn't purchased them yet.
"Bout time you got me something useful. What was it you bought me last year? Physics through the Ages: A Complete Manual." Missy chuckled, getting up to hug her twin. Sheldon frowned indignantly.
"That book is a classic." He said, his voice hurt. But Missy just ruffled his hair and went to sit back down.
He had bought a family of teddy bears for Joshua, the soft toys perfect for his chubby little fingers.
For Meemaw, he had purchased her favorite bottle of perfume. Chanel number 5; classic and lovely, just like her.
He had bought a drill for Jake, as Missy said that was what he needed most, and Harvey received a brass bell for his sailboat. When he opened the gift and looked at Sheldon in shock, Sheldon merely shrugged meekly.
"I know you just bought a sailboat. I hope you like it. You can have it engraved with the name of the boat when you choose one." He said politely.
Mary and Harvey exchanged a look, before Harvey came over to Sheldon and patted him on the back in a fatherly way.
"I love it, Sheldon. Thank you. It's perfect. You know…the day after tomorrow Mary and I are going for a sail on Galveston Bay. You and Miss Fowler are welcome to join us. I am halfway between your place and Mary's; I can pick you up at the lake with the boat, if you'd like?"
The hopeful tone of his voice had Sheldon gulping. This man was trying so hard to forge a friendship with him. For his mother's sake, he figured it wouldn't be so bad, getting to know Harvey a little better. He looked over towards Amy who was watching the exchange with tenderness. She gave Sheldon a serene smile, which Sheldon deciphered as encouragement.
"Dr. Fowler? Are you up for a day of sailing?" Sheldon asked quietly, happy when Amy gifted him with a beautiful smile.
"I'd love to!" She said happily, meeting Mary's eyes and looking away shyly as the older woman laughed at her exuberance.
As Sheldon and Amy exchanged shy smiles, the rest of the group went about their gift exchange as though nothing were amiss. Yet everything was different this year.
Different, and wonderful.
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"You put up a tree? At the cottage?" Mary asked with disbelief in her voice. Amy nodded slowly, her eyes straying over to Missy's who was watching Amy with a gentle smile.
"Well…yes. I had asked She-Dr. Cooper if he would mind and he said no. We used your ornaments, Mrs. Cooper; the ones you had in the attic. I hope you don't mind?" Amy questioned timidly, worried all of a sudden that they'd done something wrong. Her fears were further enforced when Mary's eyes watered.
"You're tellin' me, that my Shelly helped you decorate a Christmas tree? Of his own free will? Simply because you asked him to?" She asked again, her voice incredulous.
Missy came into the room with a tray full of egg nog, setting it down on the coffee table and taking a seat. Amy reached over to take a cup, biting her lip self-consciously.
"Yes, Ma'am. He did." Amy answered timidly.
Mary and Missy shared a look that Amy didn't understand, and whatever was behind it made Missy begin to cry, too.
Amy began to panic. Perhaps those ornaments were precious to them and they felt she had not right rifling through them. About to apologize for her presumptuousness, she was shocked when Mary came over to her and put her arms around her. The motion startled Amy and she flinched, backing up and losing her balance. She knocked into Mary's own tree, gasping out loud and turning quickly to catch any falling ornaments.
"I'm so sorry if I overstepped my bounds by using your ornaments. I wondered why such lovely baubles were there, and not here. Are you very upset?" Amy asked in concern, relaxing when Mary smiled at her with a motherly look.
"Good Lord, girl. Not at all. You know…we all used to spend Christmas at the cottage. We'd have a grand tree there, nearly seven feet tall. Over the years, after Daddy and George passed, it just didn't seem like it held the same joy it once did. I stored most of our things there out of the way, just to keep them safe. I'm so happy that you pulled them out and let them be admired again. Some of those ornaments date back nearly eighty years." Mary said, her eyes misting as she talked about happier times.
"I was simply surprised that my Sheldon not only allowed a tree around, but participated in decorating it. He…well, after his Pop-Pop passed, Sheldon wasn't keen on Christmas any more. I've had to practically threaten him with bodily harm every year to at least call home when he couldn't visit. It seems all he needed was a little reason to feel better about the season. You're being here has done that, I think." Mary said tenderly.
Amy didn't know what to say to that. She felt bad that she stirred up feelings of Christmas past for Mary, who obviously still held some grief over her losses. But at the same time, it warmed her heart to know Mary was happy her beloved ornaments were being loved, as well as knowing her son was having a happy holiday this year.
Amy turned her back towards Mary's tree, making sure it was still intact. She nearly brought it down when she lost her balance.
"It's alright, Sugar. Nothing is broken. Are you alright? I didn't mean to make you flinch like that. I was only trying to hug you," Mary said gently.
Embarrassed at her actions Amy quickly nodded, taking a seat on the couch and trying to compose herself.
"I'm fine, Ma'am. I'm sorry for being such a klutz. I wasn't expecting a hug. It just…took me by surprise."
Mary frowned at Amy's explanation.
"Took you by surprise? A sweet little thing like you must be used to plenty of hugs." She said in assurance.
Amy's eyes began to water slightly and she reached over to pick up her glass of egg nog from the table with shaking hands. Missy noticed Amy's hands were trembling, a deep frown forming in between her brows as she realized that Amy was very upset.
"No, Ma'am. Not really." She admitted, all at once feeling self-conscious. Mary's own brows puckered as she gazed at Amy in confusion. "I don't have any family. They're all gone now." Amy said quietly, demurely taking a sip of her egg nog.
Meemaw looked at Mary sadly before she put a gentle hand on Amy's arm.
"Gone, Child?" She asked with care, wanting clarification.
Amy nodded shakily. She cleared her throat which was suddenly as dry as a desert.
"Yes. I've… never had a mother. She died giving birth to me. And my father…we don't speak. His choice," Amy murmured, meeting Meemaw's eyes with the hope that would be the end of her questioning.
Meemaw gasped quietly, her hand tightening on Amy's arm. Amy glanced down at it, the warmth and comfort of that one little action making the tears she was trying to desperately hold at bay finally fall.
Mary sniffled and looked away a moment.
"Good God in Heaven. That is the saddest thing I've ever heard." Mary said in remorse.
Amy shook her head back and forth, trying to dispel the suddenly sad atmosphere.
"It's um…its fine. I've moved past it. At least, I try. Every year, I try." She said quietly.
Missy turned to see Sheldon standing in the doorway, listening to their conversation. His eyes were wet and his face a mixture of anger and grief. His eyes met his sister's and Missy felt his pain as though it were a tangible energy force in the room.
Mary got up from her chair and came to sit on the other side of Amy, taking her hand in hers. She and Rose tried to comfort Amy as Missy got up and met her brother in the doorway. Sheldon stepped aside and together they walked into the kitchen.
"Did you know about this?" Missy asked Sheldon quietly, once they were out of earshot.
Sheldon nodded woodenly.
"Yes. She told me yesterday. Christmas isn't an easy holiday for her, either." Sheldon said, his voice cracking on the last word. "Her mother died in childbirth and her father blamed her. She hasn't spoken to him since she was sixteen. Fifteen years ago," He whispered sadly.
Missy took a step back, walking around the kitchen in a circle.
"Good Lord, Sheldon. That poor thing. Thank God you invited her today. I couldn't bear the thought of her being all alone."
Sheldon frowned at his sister.
"Of course I was going to invite her, Melissa. What kind of a brute do you think I am?" Sheldon asked, his tone hurt.
Missy turned to him, shocked to see his inquiry was serious.
"I didn't mean it that way, Sheldon. It's just…after your introduction, I didn't know how you felt about spending time with her. You could have hated her for all I knew," Missy said seriously.
Sheldon stared at Missy with wide, angry eyes.
"I could never hate her. Don't even say a thing so heinous." Sheldon said passionately.
Missy's face softened as she took in his panicked expression.
She motioned for Sheldon to follow her outside, checking on Joshua before she stepped out. They walked down the porch until they reached the swing, sitting down side by side.
"Remember when Daddy installed this thing? He and Mama used to sit on it for hours. A casual onlooker would have never believed they had a bad marriage." Missy said sadly.
Sheldon turned his face away, remembering those moments vividly.
"Theirs wasn't always a bad marriage. I think…in the beginning, they really loved each other." Sheldon commented quietly.
Missy glanced at him seriously.
"You know something, Shelly? I've never heard you say anything positive about their marriage before. It really affected you, their fighting. Didn't it?" Missy asked kindly.
Sheldon frowned.
"I didn't like the way Daddy talked to Mama. I didn't like the way he cheated on her. Or the way he took out his guilt on us. It was easier when George Jr. lived here. He would protect us. But when he went into the Army and left us alone…" He trailed off, and Missy didn't need Sheldon to elaborate. She remembered those hard times clear as day.
"I know, Shelly. But not all marriages are like that. Take Jake and I. We have a wonderful relationship, and Joshua is the star of our lives. And think back to Pop-Pop and Meemaw's marriage. They were the model, weren't they? Even Mama and Harvey have a good relationship. He's been really good for her. And vice versa, I think. His late wife was a bit of shrew. I know Mama is a handful, but in a good way. Love isn't always painful." She said pointedly.
Sheldon's eyes snapped to his sister's, feeling an ambush coming on. She held his gaze steadily, daring him to look away.
"Melissa…" He began, rubbing his temple thoughtfully. "I don't want to have this conversation. Especially now." He said with certainty.
But Missy was on a mission. One that had been coming on for a long time now.
"Oh, Sheldon…if not now, then when? Shelly, that girl in there is someone who could change your life. You know that, don't you? I don't know why you keep fighting the fact that you need love. What is there to gain from living a sequestered, lonely life? All of your friends back home are in love; they're married, engaged, and dating. You're only hurting yourself. Think of how you'll feel in ten years; with no mate who loves you, no children to give you joy. Nothing but numbers and particles and whiteboards. And sure…you may win that Nobel one day, but what good is it without someone to be proud of you for it? You're just…to quote John Lennon, 'Watching the Wheels Go Round and Round'. And it scares me for you. It scares Mama. She worries about you day and night." Missy said seriously.
Sheldon got up, pacing the porch with his hands in his pockets. He chanced a look in the window, seeing Amy still seated on the couch with Mary and Meemaw. At least, she looked happier than earlier. Whatever they were saying to her was making her feel better, it seemed.
He turned back to his sister, determination in his eyes.
"Everyone thinks I am some…freak. You've always treated me that way. Like a robot. I know I was different. But no one accepted me that way. Only Pop-Pop and Meemaw. They never judged me, never told me to be something I wasn't. And when he died…I felt utterly alone. In a family full of circles, I was a square. And it hurt, Missy. It really hurt." Sheldon said, his voice quivering.
Missy bit her lip, a sharp jolt hitting her heart as the truth of Sheldon's words hit home.
"I'm sorry, Sheldon. I really am. We were all just in awe of you. I mean…my God. You were so brilliant it was scary. I think we all behaved in our own ways as a means of trying to accept it. You were larger than life, and we all felt a bit inadequate. I wish I could change the past. I truly do. I love you, Sheldon. You and I share a bond unlike any other. It hurts me to know that you felt so alone." She wept, wiping her tears with her slender fingers.
Sheldon nodded, touched by his sister's remorse.
"You all shouldn't have had to 'accept it'. I was a part of this family. And yet, everyone made me feel separate. You know…as hard and scary as it was going to Germany to teach, I couldn't wait to leave. Because I was leaving behind the bullies at school, and the strangers at home. I was alone, for the first time ever. But I was happy." Sheldon said mournfully.
Hearing Sheldon say that broke Missy's heart.
"Oh, Sheldon…we aren't strangers. We're family. And we love you." She affirmed sternly, getting up to stand by his side. "Why are you so afraid of letting anyone in?"
Her eyes drifted inside as well, to see Amy and Mary having a heart to heart chat.
"Why are you afraid to let Amy in? What is it about her that scares you so much?" She whispered, putting her hand on Sheldon's cheek.
He didn't shy away, but closed his eyes.
"I'm afraid of her. I'm afraid of what she could do to me, if I let her. I'm afraid that I'll…love her. Too much." He admitted shakily.
Missy frowned, thinking that was the craziest thing she'd ever heard. You can't be loved too much. It's just impossible.
"What does that even mean?" Missy asked, confusion coloring her soft voice.
Sheldon had no idea how to say what he wanted to. He'd never spoken to his sister about a woman before. He felt so out of his depth it was scary. He took a deep breath, trying to articulate his thoughts the best way he could.
"I've known her 14 days, and I feel like I've known her a lifetime. I look at her and I see purity. Goodness. Intelligence that could rival my own. She is…perfect. I could never let her down, Melissa. Do you understand what I'm saying? I could never let her down. But I can't change who I am. I know what will happen. I will disappoint her at every turn. I will frustrate her. It's bad enough I do that to my friends. I won't do it to her. I can't. Having met her, I can't risk…losing her out of my life. If the only way I can keep her is to be her friend, so I don't run the risk of ruining her, then I'll take what I can get. It's more than I deserve, anyhow." He said with melancholy.
Missy listened silently to Sheldon's devastated confession, stunned. She gave her brother a murderous glare.
"What are you talking about? More than you deserve? Sheldon Lee Cooper, I've heard some crazy things come out of that mouth of yours, but never something as ridiculous as that. You deserve more than you realize. You've just never let yourself accept it. You pontificate how you are above everyone with your high IQ and you're fancy college degrees. But the truth is, inside you are a frightened little boy. Strip away those accolades that you cling to, those praises and awards and honors…and you are just a man. A good, decent, loving, sweet, honorable, deserving man. Not a robot. Not a machine. Not an island. Just Sheldon. Good enough, and worthy. Why can't you see that? How blind can a genius be?" She asked in incredulity.
Sheldon rounded on his sister in agitation.
"I will mess everything up. And you know it. That was why I was so angry when I suspected you of scheming behind my back. I thought…how could you put this…Angel…in my path, and set me up to fail. I don't know what I'm doing, Missy. I can't keep a clear thought in my head around her. I can't even look at her sometimes without wanting to…I don't even know. I feel like a blind man stumbling around in the dark. I'll make a fool of myself if I try to be someone I'm not."
Missy shook her head rapidly.
"Sheldon…Welcome to love. It's messy. And scary. And it doesn't make a lick of sense. It makes you feel like you're going to throw up or pass out or both. You think you're the first man to feel this way? Genius or not, you have a heart just like every other warm blooded man. You want to find that one person to set your soul ablaze. You need to grasp that now, while you have it. What's gonna happen when you go back home. Are you going to pretend like she doesn't exist? She is too sweet to be treated like that." Missy said with warning in her tone.
Sheldon sighed in frustration.
"That is the last thing I want! I don't want to hurt her! But you know me. I can't make a woman like her happy. She deserves happiness. She deserves everything. I can't be certain all of my neurosis won't make her miserable or drive her away. I won't be another burden to her already taxed heart." He said with conviction.
Missy threw up her arms in frustration.
"There are zero guarantees in life, Sheldon. Zero." She stressed hotly. "Why don't you let that girl decide what she wants, instead of making the decision for her?" Missy asked her brother angrily.
"You know nothing. You have no idea how hard this is," Sheldon moaned.
Missy chuffed.
"You think you're doing her a favor by making such an important decision for her? Who do you think you are, anyway? You can't dictate to people how to feel. I can see how deeply she cares for you already. Do you that kind of thing just…happens?" She questioned.
Sheldon went back to sit on the swing, hanging his head.
"I…I might ruin her. Ruin her faith, what little she has left. And she's been through enough. I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her. I'm doing this for her!" He said desperately, putting his head in his hands.
Missy came to sit down beside him, stroking his back tenderly.
Sheldon, you might think you're doing it for her, but you are doing it for you! You are terrified to let yourself be happy. Let yourself feel. You've hid yourself behind those books of yours and those PhD's like they are some kind of life preserver. This is the real world, Sheldon. Giving your heart to someone and having them accept you, flaws and all, is scary. But until you can accept that, there is nothing left for me to say."
Missy released a deep sigh, pulling her brother into her shoulder and swinging with him gently. It was the first time in their lives that they had a deep discussion, and Mary didn't have to pull them apart afterwards like they were still toddlers.
Perhaps they had grown up after all. And maybe their relationship was changing into one that was good for both of them.
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Sheldon brought Amy a cup of tea, handing it to her carefully.
"Thank you, Sheldon." She said in thanks, taking a sip of the herbal delight.
He joined her on the couch, sitting closer than usual. The lights of their tree danced before their eyes, and Chaucer stretched his paws on the floor between them.
"Did you enjoy yourself today? I know my family can be a bit much, but…they really enjoyed having you." Sheldon said truthfully.
Amy smiled thoughtfully.
"I did. Thank you so much for inviting me, Sheldon. It was very special, being a part of a family like that. Even for just a day." She said, biting her lip. "I felt terrible for breaking down like that. Your Mother and Meemaw were so sweet to comfort me." She said, her voice wavering.
Sheldon nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. He hated seeing her so upset again. But he knew his mother and grandmother would take care of her. Their loving nature was exactly what she needed today.
He cleared his throat, turning to her and managing a small smile.
"Thank you again for the presents you bought them. Meemaw loved those notecards. And Mama was so pleased with that CD. How did you know she wanted that particular one?" Sheldon asked in curiosity.
Amy shrugged.
"I just figured she might like him. The clerk at the store said it was a new release. I took a chance." She said merrily.
Sheldon lowered his gaze to the floor, wishing that he could just say what it was he wanted to say. He wasn't ready. Maybe, Amy wasn't either. This was all happening so fast. The friendship, the holiday, everything. He was fighting a losing battle. But he was terrified to fight it, anyway. Missy was right.
For now, he would show her that he could be a good friend to her. She deserved that much.
Getting up, he excused himself to go upstairs for a moment, coming down with a wrapped parcel and what appeared to be a photo album. Sitting back down, he handed the gift to her.
"Merry Christmas, Amy."
Amy's eyes widened as she stared at the proffered gift.
"What's this?" She asked softly, afraid to accept what he was offering.
"I saw it and it reminded me of you. I hope you like it." Sheldon said gently.
Amy tore open the package with care, not knowing what lay inside. It was cylindrical in shape, and very heavy. She realized it was a scroll, and as she unfurled it, her heart banged against her ribs painfully. She gazed at Sheldon in wonder.
"I know you love Chaucer. The Poet, that is. I've seen you reading The Canterbury Tales. I didn't know if you had something like this in your collection, but I hoped you didn't." Sheldon said quietly.
"Wow…" She whispered in awe, her eyes taking in the map with amazement.
"It's a map of the Character's journey through England. I thought a little visualization might help with the actual words." He supplied, moving closer to her and putting his arm across the couch. Amy shook her head back and forth in gratitude. "You could have it framed, if you like. I didn't have time to do that, obviously." He said, smiling sweetly.
"Sheldon…this is…I can't accept this. It's too nice. Where did you find something like this?" She asked in awe.
Sheldon shrugged shyly.
"I found it at a rare bookshop in Galveston. The day of the bonfire." He said. "And you can accept it." He stressed.
Tears began to burn Amy's nose and she touched the heavy parchment with gentle fingers.
"This is lovely. Truly. I've never received its equal. Thank you." She sobbed, rolling the scroll up before her tears smudged the ink. Sheldon frowned, putting his hand on hers gently.
"I didn't mean to make you cry." He said sincerely.
Amy shook her head clear of her silliness, patting his hand back in a friendly manner.
"It's fine. Really. It's just so beautiful. You know…I have something for you, as well." She said sweetly, getting up quickly and leaving a stunned Sheldon on the couch. She bounded back into the room swiftly, sitting closer to him as well when she sat back down.
"Merry Christmas, Sheldon. I hope you enjoy this. I'm not the most experienced shopper," she warned with a shy smile.
She handed him a thin manila envelope that had Christmas paper and a bow on it.
"I'm intrigued," He said sincerely, pulling out what was obviously a comic book. Sheldon's face drained of color as his eyes roamed the cover, meeting Amy's in shock.
"Is it alright?" Amy asked quietly, her eyes hopeful.
Sheldon's mouth dropped open as his eyes took in his gift.
"Do you know what this is?" He asked in awe, his breathing accelerating madly.
What the hell was happening here?
Amy smiled shyly, shaking her head.
"Not really. I asked the comic shop owner what was the most coveted book he had in the store. He said it was a Flash comic, so…I figured that would work. Do you like it? I wasn't sure if you were an avid collector or merely someone who just read comics." She said worriedly.
The evening they chatted about Star Wars and Sci-Fi, Sheldon had mentioned how he enjoyed a weekly visit to the Comic shop back home.
Sheldon shook his head in astonishment, not understanding how this was possible.
"Amy…this is not just a Flash comic. It is The Flash 123, the classic Flash of two world's issue. Do you have any idea how rare this is? I…I owned this edition once, but I lost it in a bet to my friend Howard." Sheldon whispered, disbelief sweeping over him as he stared between Amy and the comic with awe.
Amy smiled in humor, shaking her head.
"Moped man?" She asked, chuckling.
Sheldon tilted his head, stunned.
"The very same," He chuckled as well, his laughter dying down as he gazed at her with affection.
Amy grinned.
"Well…the issue is back where it belongs now. In your deserving hands." She said tenderly.
Sheldon felt on the verge of passing out. First from the comic, and then the very word that Missy had used earlier coming out of Amy's mouth.
Deserving.
"Amy... I don't know what to say. I know what this must have cost you…thank you." He whispered shakily.
"You're welcome, Sheldon."
Amy looked down at Chaucer, who was watching them both with a curious face. Amy's eyes drifted to the album Sheldon had dropped on the couch between them.
"Is that a family photo album?" She asked in excitement.
Sheldon stared at her silently for a moment, before nodding.
"Yes. I thought you might like to see pictures of my family when they were younger. Would you?" He asked with a hint of something in his voice that made Amy ache.
"I'd love to see your family photos, Sheldon." She said softly.
They stayed up long into the night, sharing memories in the photo album as Sheldon pointed out various dates of interest. Mary and George's wedding. Pop-Pop and Meemaw's wedding. Missy and Jakes wedding. Pictures of Sheldon, Missy, and George Jr. when they were children, teenagers…
Each picture was more poignant than the last. They laughed at some of the fashions, or the expressions. Amy cried as Sheldon told her the story of how Pop-Pop proposed to Meemaw, just back from WWII. He was a Navy captain, and after the war, Meemaw was one of thousands of girlfriends and wives who had shown up to greet the returning fleet. Sheldon told Amy how Pop-Pop strolled right off that ship and took Meemaw's hand, asking her to be his wife.
"He told her how she was the only thing that kept him sane while overseas. Dreaming of someday calling her his bride." Sheldon whispered, his deep love and admiration for his grandfather still visible after all the years that he'd lived without him.
When the clock struck one am, Sheldon closed the album and set it on the coffee table. He turned to Amy and smiled at her with a look of thankfulness.
"Thank you for sharing this with me, Amy. It's been many years since I've looked at any of these pictures." He admitted quietly.
Any nodded.
"Thank you for sharing them with me." She answered kindly.
They both rose, heading up to their respective bedrooms with tired limbs. Sheldon escorted Amy to her door, and before he could question his motives or talk himself out of it, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead gently. He closed his eyes as his lips touched her soft skin. Her small body swayed as he pressed deeper, inhaling her fragrance and lingering there.
Perhaps it was the late hour, or the emotional day they had shared together; conjuring up old memories and making new ones. Perhaps it was her thoughtful gifts to his family, or the way she so seamlessly blended in with them. Perhaps it was her rare and special gift to him; that comic book he assumed was lost to him forever. It made no sense how she would even find such an article, let alone procure it for him.
Perhaps it was all of those things, and none at all. It didn't matter. She deserved to be treated with love. He had never given a woman a kiss like that, so full of tenderness and thankfulness that she was there with him in this moment. A chaste, heartfelt token of his growing affection.
Pulling back, their eyes opened at the exact second to look at each other with deep longing. Neither could or would admit that's what it was, as they shyly looked away from each other's open gaze. Something had happened over the course of time, for both of them. It was too much, and not enough at the same time. But it was real. Sheldon knew that much.
"Good night, Amy." He whispered, stepping away and leaving her without another word.
Amy waited until he shut his door to begin breathing again.
A/N – Thank you for reading. Next up: May the force be with them. And some willpower. :)
