Chapter 14

Amy woke up the next morning, relaxed, refreshed. It was a Saturday, so no need to go the lab. She was on a mission. First thing: a good breakfast. God she was hungry! She made herself an omelet with onions and garlic. No need to worry about her breath. Next she took a shower, had a fabulous time with Gerard, her favorite toothbrush as she thought of ANYONE besides Sheldon. Unfortunately, it was impossible. Next she got dressed in her new outfit that Emily had picked out. Flowered sleeveless blouse, flare away skirt and just for kicks, those Star trek boots she hadn't worn in 2 years. Top the ensemble off with some VERY glossy lip gloss and her hair up in bun. She was more exposed then she was used it, but she wanted to make a change just for her. She wanted to do everything today SHE wanted to do. She made a list of possibilities:

Go to Zoo and only see the monkeys. No KOALAS!

Eat Chinese food without Korean mustard. Scratch that. French bread with Butter. Lots of Butter…

Go Dancing

Fulfill an estrogen- fueled need to page through thick glossy magazines that make her hate her body.

Day at spa with Emily and Bernie, to stop the feeling of hating her body.

Bath in claw foot tub… Monster be damned.

Watch every season of Little House with commentary. Suck it Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Play her harp, play it hard…

Clean out her fridge of Strawberry QUik and Brownies.

Clean out her bathroom of anything item with Talc in it.

Sounds perfect. Amy called Bernie first. She hadn't spoken to her since the break up girls night.

"Hey Amy, how you doing?" Bernie had spoken that sentence like she was talking to child who lost her puppy. Amy was quick to fix that.

"Great, better than ever! I am SOOOOO ready for spa day!" Amy gleamed from ear to ear.

"Oh my god, I was half expecting to bring you some of my happy pills we have been working on this year. Minor side effects if you don't my a tick…"

Amy sighed, she expected sooner or later Bernie would be pushing the pills. " NO Bernie, no pills needed. I just need to Detox. A complete detox from you know who!"

Bernie voiced dropped 2 octaves, " Thank god! Its about time. I like to ring that son of bitch's neck. 3 months? Really Like you're going to sit around like some lost puppy waiting for his majesty on high to grace us with his all powerful presence. When that son of bitch finally does show his pompous ass up, I will kick him so hard between his legs his grandkids will be sterile." Bernie went on and on… Spouting everything she had been hold back. Amy seemed so fragile. FINALLY she grew a spine and Bernie was never happier…

Amy tried to interrupt. "Bernie?"

"And another thing, what make him think everyone gives a crap about every damn rail experience he had? Like we need to hear every random thought and machination that goes through that head of his, the nerve of that guy…"

"UH, Bernie?" Amy repeated.

"Doesn't get bacon instead of sausage! Throws a fit in a Dennys? Typical self centered, egomaniacal asinine crap he subjects the world to and expects us to be wowed by his intelligence…"

Amy had enough of it. "BERNADETTE!" she screamed!

"OH, sorry, I guess I got carried away… Any way…" Back to her little voice. " Im ready for spa day too. Have you called Emily?"

Emily and Amy hadn't become the best of friends, but they were working on it. There was something off about Emily that scared Amy a little. She was a little too unstable, too quick to jump to shocking story points for the sweet elixir of attention. Raj was smitten though, and Amy loved to see him happy. She felt a kinship with Raj ever since that night at the bar they shared stories. Now, known to them as the "Lonely Off". If Raj liked Emily, Amy would too.

"No, but I will call her now. Should I meet you there?" Amy Didn't mind calling Emily for a spa day for sure.

"Well, if you could get me that would be great! My Car is in the shop and Howard is leaving soon for some errand for his mother."

Amy didn't mind at all driving. She was numb to traffic from having to cart around Sheldon. Yet another thing she didn't have to worry about anymore. " I'll be there in 20 minutes. "

Amy was pumped and had her songs picked out, ready to brave Pasadena traffic. Not too bad for a Saturday, but the day was young. Traffic could change on a dime, with no notice what so ever and for no reason. No one who drives in LA give estimated driving in miles. No one would say, "Oh, I'm 4 miles away". Time was always given. After she got off the 134 east, she realized she was going to be late, Del Amo Blvd. was a parking lot. She used her blue tooth to call Bernie. While paying attention to the on ramp, she didn't notice she accidently called Sheldon instead. His voice mail picked up right away. As soon as she heard his voice she sucked in a quick breath.

She hung up, or so she thought.

Oh damn, no! Amy was kicking herself. She was doing so well! His damn voice. So much intelligence behind the simple words: " Hello, this is Dr. Sheldon Cooper's voicemail. Please leave a message and if I am so inclined, I will reply in kind. Good Day." So formal. No wonder he hated her message she made using Urban slang. She only wanted to sound tough.

Music, she needed music… What to play? Suddenly, she was taken over with gloom. She thought, one "feel sorry for myself song" wouldn't hurt would it? She quickly started the slow heart wrenching beat.

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

Amy was suddenly jarred by a loud beeeeeeb and a wave of dread. She turned off the radio and just glared at her phone. Oh no, did she not hang up on his voice mail? Did he hear her "feel sorry for me" song? Oh god no. He'll think she is heartbroken which she is MOST certain not. Should she call back and correct the message? Oh crap!

Just then she pulled up to Bernadette and Howard's apartment. She quickly got out of the car and knocked on their door.

Bernie answered with a huge smile, which slowly disappeared when she saw Amy's face.

"Did that son of Bitch call you? What's wrong?" It was amazing how her voice could go that low and yet so high.

"No, no. I did something stupid. Something so stupid. " Amy felt sick. She didn't know what to do.

"Did you call him!?" Bernadette meant that much more kindly than it came out.

"No, not on purpose…OH crap…Oh crap." Amy was really freaking out. Bernadette brought her in the house and got the whole story. Howard was still there and heard the story too.

Howard jumped in, " If we knew his password we could delete the message. I think Leonard knows his password. Ill text him. Hold on." Howard quickly texted Leonard. IN fact, Leonard did know his password: not too hard to figure out: 3.14159.

Howard got his phone and dialed the voicemail for AT&T. "We have to act fast if we are going to get it. We have to listen to all the messages to get it. Sorry Sheldon! But you deserve it."

Amy was uncomfortable listening to his voicemail, but couldn't turn away.

You have 3 messages.

Message one: HEEEEY COOPER! Kripke here. Met your girl today. Not bad, not bad at all… Oh sowy, I should say, Ex girl. See you lawder, WOSER!" BEEEB.

Next message: Hey Sheldon, its Penny. When are we doing that thing Monday with Amy? I have an audition at 400 pm. Let me know. I still have to get her to go. You know I hate lying to her.

Next message:

Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you

Muffled sounds.

Amy's heart dropped. Was Sheldon coming back? What was Penny planning? And what Lie was Penny going to tell her? She lost her breath, she had to sit and process. At least the message she left was erased.

Or so she thought.

Sheldon was listening tothe message from Penny so he didn't get the call from Amy. It went straight to voice mail. It was everything Sheldon had in him to keep him from throwing the phone off the train after hearing the message from Kripke. He was going to kill him, rip his stupid tongue out of his mouth and choke him with it. He barely heard Penny's message when he heard.

One new message from, AMY Farrah Fowler.

As soon as heard her voice, he sucked in a quick breath.

The song was faint, muffled but he could still make out the words:

Say something, I'm giving up on you
Muffled sounds

BEEEB!

Sheldon's heart dropped in the stomach. The song said everything and nothing at the same time. All he could think of was Amy listening to that song, waiting for his call day after day for 3 months. He finally understood what he had done to her. He finally had a taste of her pain.

Sheldon sucked in another breathe hoping to catch the lump in his throat. He failed.

Tears slowly dropped as he played the Message. What was she trying to say? In cloud of despair, Sheldon found hope. The song said, "Say Something". All he needed was to tell her how he felt and it would be okay! He had glimmer of hope. It should be enough to hold him till Monday. He was finally pulling into Union Station. Home at last. Another song faded into head.

Only hate the road when you're missin' home
Only know you love her when you let her go
And you let her go