Quincy loudly popped her gum again. Amy wanted nothing more than to pull the pink gum out of her mouth, and throw it in the trashcan beside the door. Knowing that she had to maintain composure, she instead took a deep breath.

"There are actually no pain receptors in the brain itself, and there are no brains in your hind quarters. So, your assertion that I am 'hurting your brain with lame ass brains' is impossible."

Quincy rolled her eyes and took out her phone. If Amy's intuition was right, she would probably text her friends and tell them how stupid her 'older sister' was. Or she would text Raj, because for some reason, the fifteen-year-old adored him. She hung on his every word, laughed at every joke, and even tugged her skirt hem higher when he was around.

Amy wished she had gotten Raj's protégé instead. She was sure ten-year-old Markus would love to spend a day in her lab surrounded by microscopes, brain specimens, and a willing teacher. The only thing Quincy seemed interested in learning was the wi-fi password to her lab and whether or not Raj and Markus would accompany them.

"Anyway, as I was saying, the frontal lobe is the one responsible for,"

"Knock knock." Amy looked up and saw Regen outside her open door.

He was donning a blazer with a white polo shirt underneath it and a dark pair of jeans. She knew he had to be on lunch break from his own work. In her opinion it wasn't very professional for a doctor to be wearing denim. However, any discomfort she felt about his attire was soon replaced with eagerness when she saw the bouquet of tulips he was holding.

"You brought me flowers?" He gave her an affirmative nod, and handed them over to her.

"I would have gotten a vase as well, but I didn't know what type of vase you would like. I didn't know what flowers you like either, but I took a guess. You'll probably want to put them in water and mix in a crushed tablet of aspirin so they stay alive longer. Then again, you probably knew that already." He awkwardly scratched at his nape.

Amy looked at the yellow tulips.

The only flower Amy had ever gotten from a boy was when a cousin sent a bouquet to her mother. He thought that she too had passed away in the accident with the bridal party. But, the 'I'm sorry you're dead' bouquet paled in comparison to a boy actually bringing her flowers. Question was: Why did he bring her flowers?

"In your last text you said you were busy and stressed, and I thought I might come try to cheer you up." Her last text. The one as to why she was ignoring him.

School and her job did keep her busy and stressed. But she had been avoiding the very nice but equally-confusing Regen, because she didn't know what to do about him.

Every time Amy was with him, she kept discovering why she should be in love with him. He was charitable, he wanted them to do a duet with the harp and the bass, and he wanted to meet her mother. The list could go on and on. It was on replay in her head that she should convince her heart to love him. But the mere thought warred with another voice. A voice which she couldn't distinguish how much of it was Sheldon, and how much of it was her own subconscious.

Regen ties his shoelaces only once, not double knotting them, so they always came loose. His plan for the end of the earth was just to "go with it." He wanted to hold hands everywhere they went and didn't take into account what the exact temperatures of their hands were, if it was dictated by social convention, how many neurons were active in the position of their entwined hands, and whether it might cause extra moisture on their palms. Heck, the man didn't even know what string theory was.

Amy knew that those things didn't make up the big picture. They weren't the qualities that should matter. But it was those small things that nagged at her brain over and over that they droned out her demands to love him. What was worse was that she wasn't sure if it was because she cared about those things, or because they were just reminders that he wasn't Sheldon.

He wasn't Sheldon. He brought her flowers - yellow, sunny, beautiful, impractical, allergy-inducing, but romantic flowers.

She brought them up to her nose, as he introduced himself to Quincy. They didn't smell like anything, but Amy imagined herself to be a protagonist of a movie - getting flowers from boys, able to bring them to her nose and smile whimsically into the camera, and being one step closer to her happily ever after.

"Basically, mom couldn't afford a tutor." Quincy popped her gum again.

"Well, you're very lucky to have a brilliant scientist as a tutor, or even a big sister." He offered.

Brilliant scientist. It's what Sheldon had called her over the phone to a room full of girls around Quincy's age.

Still, Sheldon never brought her flowers.

"Hey, Regen?" She placed the flowers on the counter.

"Yeah?"

"Do you still want to do something Friday night? I think my schedule cleared up."

Before Regen could even get the chance to open his mouth to respond, a series of knocks resonated throughout the room.

Knock knock knock. "Amy?" Knock knock knock. "Amy?" Knock knock knock. "Amy?"

Sheldon was standing in her doorway.

She was expecting Sheldon to make an appearance at some point. As to when exactly, she didn't have the slightest idea if it was going to be years from now, or just days, but she knew that at some point, he would tie her up like another loose end in his life.

She didn't know what she would feel when it happened. She expected sadness, longing, but looking at his fresh tan, his wrinkle-free Flash shirt, and the smug smile he had on his face, all Amy could feel was a pulsing need to slap him in the face. Longing was replaced by a bitterness Amy had never allowed herself to feel.

"Amy, on the doorway outside, it says that this room is only suited for a capacity of two. We seem to have four people in here. It isn't safe to disregard the number of people the fire guard recommends for each room. Also, seeing as you don't work at UCLA anymore, thanks for informing me by the way, I need to talk to someone about how to get a parking ticket validated for Leonard," He waited a second for the information to seep in and then looked at Regen. "Did you not hear what I said about the room capacity?"

"Excuse me? You are?" Regen asked Sheldon, eyeing him from head to toe.

Sheldon brought himself to full height. "I am her boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend." Amy corrected. But he continued on as if she hadn't interrupted.

"Who are you?"

"Her soon-to-be boyfriend," Regen sounded confident until he looked over and saw Amy's wide eyes and a hand covering her mouth. "Well, I hope. I mean we hadn't talked about it but I figured that,"

Amy couldn't find the words to speak. Regen was looking at her like a lost puppy. Sheldon had turned to her with his mouth open in shock waiting to hear her response, and Quincy had never been more interested in Amy in her entire life before.

"The Indian, the hick, and the robot. How will she ever choose?" Quincy was laughing to herself, but everyone ignored her.

"I think that's something we should discuss later, in private." Was all Amy could manage to tell Regen. She watched as his shoulders sagged in disappointment. But if he was in fact disappointed, his face gave nothing away. It was the epitome of understanding.

"That's fair. Well uh, I guess I will leave you to sort this out." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, despite Sheldon's sharp inhale of breath. Quincy giggled, and Amy cursed that the girl didn't giggle once during her carefully planned out lecture on the silliness of synapses, but somehow found this situation to be amusing.

"Sounds good." Amy agreed.

"I will see you on Friday?" Amy nodded as he flashed her a lost look. "Oh and don't forget the aspirin." He pointed at the tulips then looked back at her. His eyes then looked around the entire room, as if he was looking for something. Although, whatever it could be, Amy had no idea. His head bobbed a couple of times before eventually leaving the room.

She could feel Sheldon's eyes on her, but she walked across the room and picked up the beakers she needed, bringing them over to Quincy.

"Amy? I must say, I expected this kind of drama from a girl like Penny, but this? I always saw you as the faithful type."

"I didn't cheat on you Sheldon."

"Oh? So my eyes just happened to deceive me, correct? And that gangly fellow wasn't just delivering flowers and kissing the cheek of my woman?"

She almost laughed that Sheldon described someone other than himself as gangly, and the fact that he was calling her his woman.

"We aren't dating anymore Sheldon. I sent you a termination notice through email." Amy set the beakers on a paper towel, so that the glass bottoms lined up with the edge.

"You know that the relationship agreement states that the termination letter has to be signed with the other party watching, as not to incur forgery or deception from outside sources."

"You weren't here. I signed it. It's done." She could tell Sheldon was fidgeting beside her, but she refused to look at him, instead walking to the side of the room to grab a vial of hydrogen peroxide.

"No, not officially." His voice was soft. The old Amy might have pitied him, but not her, not anymore.

"Well I don't think anything was done officially from the moment you left without any further contact or explanation. You missed scheduled date night, Skype calls, and all other obligations set forth within the Agreement, thus nullifying the whole document. Now, if you could please leave. I've got more important things to do."

"But Amy," He was interrupted when Quincy's phone beeped and the words Amy had just said echoed and repeated to the room.

Amy threw her a quizzical look, but the girl just shrugged. "Snapchat."

Amy forced herself to look at Sheldon. She looked at his blue eyes and willed herself not to feel any pain or hurt.

"Do you need anything else?" She watched Sheldon blink as he mentally tried to piece together what was happening. He scanned the room, his eyes taking in Quincy watching avidly, Amy staring blankly at him, and the dirty beakers in the sink, until his eyes fell on the tulips on the desk.

"Yes. I hoped that it wouldn't come to this, but if you are set on ending our relationship, please do it through the proper channels and sign on the line."

He went through his backpack, a stack of papers in his hand, sorting through them all for the one he was looking for. When he finally succeeded in sorting them out, he placed it in front of her - a termination letter. The same one she had seen on his iPad, months earlier. She saw the line where she was supposed to sign. She looked at the pen he was offering her.

"No."

"No? You aren't terminating our relationship?" All eagerness came back to his voice. She couldn't risk trying to make sense of it, or all her resolve would fail.

"No, I am terminating our relationship. It's over Dr Cooper, with or without a signature on a piece of paper." Amy filled a beaker with water.

She didn't see his face fall, but she heard the silence that followed. "If you are dead set on ending it, I can't see why a signature on a page should stop you. Unless...You don't really want to end it and are instead trying to trick me using reverse psychology," He gasped. "Amy Farrah Fowler, you vixen." Even with her back turned, she could hear the smile in his voice.

"No reverse psychology. The entire relationship was fit for your terms. It's only proper that the termination should be on mine. Good day, Dr Cooper." Amy shoved him out the door and shut it in his face. To her surprise, no knocking followed.

Amy felt her blood pounding with endorphins from all the drama that had just occurred. Overall, she felt better about her decision than she had imagined. The failure to sign the paper was a stroke of last-minute genius on her part. With the final piece not completed, Sheldon would toss and turn at night, unable to sleep. He would find himself with an urge to tear his face apart, to scream, and to do something impulsive just to correct the situation.

Good. Let him. It was only right that he had a feel of what he did to her heart.

"Damn. Who knew being a scientist freak would be such a turn-on for men?"

Amy looked over at Quincy, who popped her gum again.

"Stay in school, Quincy. Education will always make more sense than affairs of the heart."

A/N- Reviews make me happy. And a big thank you to the guests who have been commenting. And an even bigger thank you to my freaking fantastic beta.