Back Issue
Amy wanted nothing more in life than to sleep in Saturday after her week from hell. Last night, she had too many "Teas" and her sex filled romp of a Friday date night with Sheldon had exhausted her. She hoped Sheldon would sleep in, given how tired he was last night. No such luck. At 7:03 am she was woken with a minty kiss and steaming cup of "get the hell outta Bed". Sheldon was practically jumping up and down, like a kid waiting to be taken to Disneyland. Tonight was the party and the big reveal of his costume. They weren't scheduled to be at the hotel till 1:00 PM. However, he insisted they had go the hotel early and check in. He wanted to check the room for bugs, make sure the maid staff had been bonded and insure there were adequate escape routes in case of a fire. Sheldon thought he was being kind by giving her an extra 3 minutes of sleep.
Sheldon had packed for them, since he was now the self declared packing boss. Amy was thrilled he did the packing, but exhausted from the triple checks of everything. He insisted on carrying the dry cleaning bag, which he checked at least 9 times for the contents.
The Hotel generously offered a larger suite to Sheldon after Amy promised to shut him up. They made their way to the room on the second floor and settled in the room.
He brought his makeup case which was surprising well stocked. "Sheldon, you have more makeup than I do! Now I know who to go to when I run out of makeup!"
"Oh no you don't. This is for cos play, not your personal war paint stash! You need a little something under the mask. When is that hair dresser coming?"
"5:00 PM. He can work on my hair in here. I can bring the girls to our room and we can…"
"Oh, no! No one will see before the party. Not even the other girls. Just me and the hair guy."
"SHELDON! That's crazy! Oh, and don't call him hair guy!"Amy was hoping he wouldn't embarrass her in front of the stylist. She was still unclear why they needed him or why Penny couldn't do her makeup, "Why can't I get ready on my own?"
Sheldon said in a calm, yet 'should be obvious tone', "Amy, you won't even see yourself in the costume before it's time! Why would I show Penny and the other Hens?" Sheldon busied himself with unpacking the clothes, getting the makeup set out and putting the costume in the closet. Amy was completely confused.
Amy shot up from her slumped position on the chair, "Sheldon! How can I get dressed and not see the costume?"
"Like this!" Sheldon pulled out his sleep mask. "You won't see yourself till you're done! Then you can see everything. I will get you dressed." Sheldon was all business. He took being costume boss very seriously. No wonder it took him 2 weeks to prepare for Comic Con.
Amy was tired, hungry and hung-over. She ordered room service for the two of them. Sheldon's complaints about the food were ignored in favor of sleep. Amy needed a nap before the party tonight or she would fall over. Sheldon tucked her in bed, and finished his unpacking. She curled up in a ball on the bed and closed her eyes. After a little while, she felt warm arms around, Sheldon needed a little rest as well.
Around 4:30 they woke. Sheldon and Amy took a quick tame shower and waited for the "Hair Guy".
"Hello sweetie!" The hair dresser arrived on time, must to Sheldon's delight. However, the cheek kiss he gave Amy caused Sheldon to bluster. The well dressed man didn't notice Sheldon's jealous demeanor, just his body and blue eyes, "Oh, and you have tasty lanky boy here! Yum!" The stylist waltzed in the room, looked Sheldon over like a prime rib. The hair dresser, who smelled fantastic and was impeccably groomed, was wearing tight leather pants, Doc Martin's and a vintage comic shirt. Sheldon appreciated the homage to Captain America, and didn't notice the hungry stares he was getting.
"Well, thank you for coming on time. How refreshing. Now, let me show you what I am thinking." Sheldon brought the man to the other side of the room and showed him the drawings. "Oh, that's perfect. Easy! Let me do my magic." He turned to Amy, "Come on girlfriend, time to work!"
Sheldon tilted his head in confusion. "She's not my girlfriend, she's my Fiancé"
"No, I mean… Never mind…" The hair dresser went to work with all manner of sprays and product that made Sheldon sneeze. He teased her hair in the front to give it a lift and curled it. It hung in waves down her back. It was just like the picture. The great smelling man lifted Amy's chin and inspected her face, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"
Sheldon answered for her, "Yes. I have my kit here, but I have never done female eye makeup." The hair dresser looked over Sheldon's supply. "Damn boy, you got the good stuff. Someone been spending bank at the Mac counter! This is perfect. Oh and this…" He picked through Sheldon case, much to Sheldon's dismay. However, he was competent and put everything back.
Amy was forced to keep her eyes closed during this whole affair. She was being worked on like sculpture. Sheldon was supervising, telling the man to add this, or too much of that. Luckily, the stylist was patient and Amy mouthing "Sorry" every five minutes helped.
She felt the man's soft touch glide powder over her eye lids, line her eyes with a soft pencil and brush on rouge. Finally, he was done. "Wa la!" Amy opened her eyes to find a smiling stylist and Sheldon slight grin.
Sheldon inspected her. She was perfect. Her eyes were dark, with a hint of emerald frost. Her lips were red with a matte lip stick; no slippery lips for his Vixen. She wasn't near a mirror but based on the looks of Sheldon and the stylist, she knew she looked good.
Sheldon was his typical graceful self ushering the man out, "You preformed adequately. Now, the rest of the hens need their feathers done. Their room's down the hall, 217. " And he pushed the man out of the room. Amy chastised Sheldon, "Sheldon! That was a little rude!"
"Well, I need to get you in the costume. I have no time for pleasantries. Besides, I don't want him seeing your perfect form under that robe."
Amy laughed at Sheldon's naiveté, "I doubt he would care what I have under the robe." But Sheldon still didn't get it. He walked her away from the door, as if the man could see through walls.
"My god, woman, do you want to kill the man? It's bad enough you gave Raj a stutter! Now, put this on." He handed her the mask.
Amy was exasperated, "Sheldon! Is this really necessary? I promise I won't look."
"OH yes. Very necessary. Careful not to mess up that guy's work smearing things about." He looked at her scowl, and gave her his best puppy dog eyes, "Please?"
Amy couldn't resist a Sheldon Cooper 'Please'. As soon as she put on the mask, she was whisked up. He striped her of the robe. She was naked underneath except for a pair of green panties. Sheldon took a deep breath, and practice his Kolinhr training. He was the costume boss, no time for monkey business as much as his Vixen would like that. He did make a mental note of her standing in the room with a mask on naked was quite erotic, but he had to focus. Later Cooper... Oh yes... Later...
She felt cool finger tips on her neck and chest and the distinct aroma of covering makeup. "Sheldon, what are you doing?"
Sheldon cleared his throat, "Well... I might have left a few marks on you from yesterday... sorry..." He said the words so quietly, she could barely hear him.
"Yes, you were a ravenous yesterday." She couldn't see Sheldon reaction but she heard him take in a short breath. "Any chance you want seconds?" She raised her eyebrows. "Not now, little lady. But I would love a rain check."
He quickly slipped on his costume and worked on Amy. Sheldon had Amy step into the costume slowly. She could feel the cold latex form to her body as the fabric was zipped up the side of her. He had lined the costume in thin cotton to help it breath better. He really did a good job on measurements; Not a slack in the cloth. She could feel air on her back and her chest just below her breast line. Sheldon moved her to the bed and lifted her leg. She could feel the boots being slipped on her feet and the zip up to mid thigh. She felt him tie a strap over her right thigh and tighten it. Then the other.
Sheldon moved to take off her silver necklace he gave her. "No, I don't want it off."
"But Amy, it's not part of the…"
"I don't care. Not off." Amy crossed her arms. "Or my ring! Forget it."
"As you wish." Sheldon would normally hate not sticking to canon; the costume didn't call for the necklace. But he loved that she never took it off.
"Keep your eyes closed." He removed the sleeping mask and she could feel a new, tighter mask go over her eyes. This one formed to her face. He lifted her up and stood quiet for while. She could hear him breathing, but nothing else. She knew he was staring at her, she could feel his eyes on her. "Sheldon, am I done?"
"Oh, yes. Perfect!. It just perfect." She could feel Sheldon move around the back of her. He adjusted a few of her arrant hairs. She could feel the wind from loose fabric lightly lying on her buttocks, a cape?
"Can I see now?"
"Yes. Just a moment." He walked her to the bathroom with the full length mirror while covering her eyes with his hands. "Here you are: The Emerald Vixen!" He pulled his hands away. Amy dropped her jaw and drew in a breath, not recognizing the woman in the mirror.
Her mask covered her face, and showed her green painted eyes. She always tried to feature her green eyes, but the make up job made them pop out even more. She was wearing a skin tight cat suit with a large deep V cut in the front. The hem was black and it dipped to below her breasts. They were covered however, the fabric hugged them completely, allowing them to be pushed up. Amy never knew her chest could look so large.
The cat suit hugged her hips highlighted by a thick belt. The suit continued down her legs and disappeared in a pair of matching green boots with a large cuff that flared out from her thighs. She had two scabbards with knives tied to her legs. Her arms were covered, and the sleeves were tight as well , cut to form a V shape attached to her middle finger.
She turned around to see herself from the back. The dip in the front of the costume was matched in the back, however, a small cape was attached to the hem. If she moved the cape, she could see the suit completely hugged her rear. It looked painted on, but she was covered. Conservative and sexy. Well as conservative as one could be with painted green latex. She never felt more sensual wearing clothes, however, it was overwhelming. She let out a giggle, "SHELDON! Oh my god! I can't believe this! You really are the costume boss!"
"You look fantastic! I am a genius! Edith Head's got nothing on me!" He held out his hands turning her around. That's when she noticed him. He was wearing a skin tight black shirt, tight black pants and a white lab coat. He had his hair spiked a little up like the time she called him sex on a stick. His blue eyes were glowing through the black eye mask he wore and the black eyeliner he had put on while Amy was being worked on by the stylist. He looked the part of a sexy black scientist ninja. Amy let out a Hoo and eyed him up and down. "Oh my, Sheldon, don't you look, delectable." She ran her hands over his tight shirt which showed his usually hidden muscles and thin physic.
"Not as much as you, my Emerald Vixen!" He leaned down and kissed her cheek then held her out again to spin her around. "God, it's perfect. You look just like his drawings! To quote the vernacular, Stuart is going to flip out!"
Amy cocked her head in confusion, "Stuart!? What does he have to do with this?"
"Well, Amy. I have a surprise for you. " Sheldon went to his bag and retrieved a comic book and handed it to her. She looked down at the title, "The Emerald Vixen" Issue one. The artist: Stuart Bloom. The Author: Dr. Sheldon Cooper.
She looked up at him with questioning eyes, "You wrote this?" His smile was wide with pride.
"Yes. For you. I have been working on it since that day at Howard's pool when you caught me talking to Stuart. This is his new comic. It's you. You're the Emerald Vixen."
Amy held her hand to her mouth. "I can't believe you did this…" She flipped through the comic, pages of her in a lab coats, working with monkeys, then her in the costume fighting with a man who looked exactly like Sheldon's costume. Dr. Recall. The Emerald Vixen wasn't portrayed like most comic book heroine's. Her suit was skin tight, but didn't have a chest that could be used a flotation device. It was more modest, subdued, more like a real woman's figure yet still undeniably sexy. "Sheldon, I can't believe it! Look! The hero looks like..."
"You. She looks like you. Artist discretion, of course. I asked Stuart not to draw it out of proportion but still keep within the genre. The Emerald Vixen is real woman, not a juvenile boy's fantasy. Stuart agreed. That is why Redemption comic liked it so much. It was more real life."
"This is amazing! Sheldon! How could you keep this a secret for so long! I just don't know what to say! Why me?"
Sheldon took her hands, "Amy. Comics are more to me than just an escape fantasy. They represent what you want to see in the world, what you want people to be like. I can't think of anyone I admire more than you, your the archetype for the perfect woman. Also, you are the most amazing person I know, beside me of course."
"Of Course.." Amy smirked at his ego. Still knows no bounds.
Sheldon continued, "You are generous, kind, brilliant. Your mind is as quick as mine, and if I am being honest: Better. I am always in awe of you. " He held up her hands to his mouth and kissed them. " When I broke up with you, I was lost and broken. You saved me, Amy. When we had that fight in the laundry room, I was ready to give up. You wouldn't let me. You knew I would hate myself for breaking up with you. I am better because of you, and I was pretty great before." Amy laughed at his admission. "Amy, I can't think of anyone better than you to be a super hero."
"Oh Sheldon, that is the most.. the sweetest.. I just.." She kissed on him with an embrace that poured all her emotions into it. Sheldon kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her, moving his hands down to her appealing posterior. "Also, you look incredible in green."
"Skin tight green! I look like that Bat Man Lady." She spun around again. Sheldon caught his breath.
"Cat Woman, Julie Newmar. Yes, Yes you do.. hmmm. Deviously delicious." Now it was his turn to lick his lips.
"Talk about sex on a stick!"
"Isn't it though? " His smirk was devilish. He grabbed her face. She thought he was going to kiss her and rip off her costume. Instead he reapplied her lip stick. She couldn't help smiling at his intense look as he worked on her.
'Sheldon, are you sure you want me parading around like this?"
With a bellowing voice and dramatic bow, Sheldon announced, "Tonight, you are the Emerald Vixen. No one will dare challenge with you least they taste your swift blade or become frozen from your icy death stare." Then he stopped, cocked his head and looked strangely at her, "The only thing you're missing is a monkey."
"A monkey?" Now Amy was really confused.
"You should read the comic. We have a few minutes, let me read it to you." Sheldon sat back on the bed. Amy listened as he read the story to her. After he finished, he smiled sheepishly at her waiting with baited breath her opinion. Her opinion mattered more than anyone's; more than his friend's, more than Stuart's. And if, he was honest, more than his own. "So, whadda ya think?"
"I think Sheldon that you need to go into the comic business! You were right when you said if you wrote a comic it would have a compelling story line, believable plot. Also, who doesn't like sexy neurosciencists! I think the main character is, dare I say, stunning. I wish I was like her!"
Sheldon grabbed her hands, "You are, Amy! Don't you see, this is you! You are great with knife, fast reflexes, you can read minds, stop a man with a look, brilliant, beautiful and under appreciated. I aim to change the last part." He kissed both her hands, smiling "You don't need a costume to be beautiful. It's what you are inside that makes you this character. Now, come on. Let's go show them the Vixen in the flesh." Sheldon rose off the bed and held his hand out for Amy.
As they were leaving, Amy shifted her walk to a saunter and flipped her hair. Sheldon raised an eyebrow at her, "Well, Dr. Recall, you already set the stage, let's play the part. " Amy walked ahead of him, glancing over her shoulder, and with a low husky voice, " If you're coming, do try and keep up, dear."
She's already quoting the comic book, Vixen! Sheldon walked faster. The elevator ride was interesting. A couple of business men were eyeing Amy's costume. Sheldon icy glare was ignored, however, Amy swiftly turned around and said, "No I don't think your wife will wear this." That stopped the man in this tracks, and he whispered to his friend, "Did I say that out loud?". As they left the elevator, Sheldon said, "See, I told you that you could read minds."
The couple made their way to the Ballroom. Sheldon beat her to the door, "So, you ready for this?"
"Yes, but are you? No killing anyone who looks at me funny! Deal?" Amy crossed her arms. She knew this outfit was going to garner loads of unwanted attention, it already had. She wasn't too sure Sheldon knew. He knew, but he was trying to control his emotions.
"Deal. I will try and control my protective streak; but I feel that no matter what you wear."
"Just remember, I am yours." She tapped his chest and looked determinedly at him.
"Yes, you are. And I am yours." He held her hand, looking at her ring. He refocused on her face. "Now... Let's do this!"
Sheldon held the door open for Amy as she walked in. The party was in full swing. The room was filled with about 150 people in various comic costumes; a much larger and better attended affair than the last party. They walked into a large ballroom with tables lining the walls and smaller round tables set up with decorations and center pieces, all in Emerald. There was a stage in the middle of the room and two large blown up cover art photo's of Stuart's comics. One was the DN-Ape and the other, The Emerald Vixen. As Amy worked her way through the crowd, a path opened for her like she was a star on the red carpet. Most people did a double take from Amy to the large photo back to Amy. Normally, she would cower from the attention. Tonight however, she was reveling in it. Her movements were fluid and she glided over to her friend's table. The whole table jumped up and gasped at Amy.
"Amy?! IS that you? Oh my god! You are the Emerald Vixen!" Penny was gobsmacked, Leonard knew Amy's costume, but he had kept it a secret on Sheldon's insistence. Penny herself looked great in her Wonder Woman costume, sans the black wig. She held out her hands for Amy and spun her around. Leonard, dressed as Superman, was floored and just stared, taking a 'ka kush' off his inhaler.
Stuart came up to Amy next, looking her over as he held out their grasped hands, "Oh Amy, it's perfect. I couldn't have drawn it better. You look stunning. Just dynamite." Stuart turned to Sheldon, who was beaming with pride, "Nice job Sheldon! I'm glad we kept the secret for so long!"
"As am I! It wasn't easy." Sheldon smirked at Amy. Amy was blushing, but no one could see it under her mask. That's when she realized, no one can see… hmmm. She could be who she wanted, not afraid. No wonder Sheldon likes the cos play stuff.
Penny checked on her friend, knowing this was out of her comfort zone. She whisper to Amy, "Ames, are you doing okay with the costume? How do you feel?"
"Honestly, at first I was worried. But everyone here is in costume. It makes it easier. Besides, I look awesome! Did you see the back?" Amy spun around showing off her curves. Sheldon smiled, not noticing the gawking of the guys. Penny seemed genuinely happy for her friend, "Oh Ames, I'm so glad. You look great. Really! And I am so glad me and Bernie aren't the only girls in costumes anymore!"
"Well, I don't know if I will wear this costume again." Amy declaration drew an 'Awe' and whimper from Sheldon along with puppies eyes. She cupped his face with her hand, "We'll see, costume boss, okay?"
That jolted him back, "Okay!"
With drinks in hand, Howard and Bernie came back to the table and found Amy. They were dressed like Hawkeye and Black Widow. "Oh, Amy, you look fantastic!" Bernie looked at Sheldon, "This is the costume you asked Howard's mother about? I'm surprised she didn't keel over with a heart attack!" Howard piped in, "We should be so lucky." He focused back on Amy, "Wow Amy! You really did those drawings justice. But how long before we see Hulk Sheldon over the attention you're going to get?" Howard inched away from Sheldon.
"He promised he would behave. He better too, or I will have to discipline him." Amy ran her hand over Sheldon's cheek and smirked at him. He took and big swallow and smiled a nervous grin.
Emily and Raj came up next; they were dressed as Poison Ivy and Batman. "AMES! Look at you! Sheldon you made this? COOL! You make my next costume, okay?"
Sheldon looked down and away. He wasn't likely to take measurements from any other woman. Not ever.
"OH man, we look great in green, huh Raj?" Emily hugged Amy and kept her arm around her while she looked at Raj who just nodded silently. "Oh god, you broke him again. Thanks Amy!"
"Oh, Raj will be fine! He just needs an herbal soother. Poison Ivy, I'm sure you have something in your bag of tricks?" Amy raised her eyes at Emily suggestively, "Oh yes, I think I can something… appropriate." Emily wrapped her arms around Raj and licked his ear. If he wasn't mute before, this did the poor boy in. Only when Amy asked about the food and the decorations did Raj snap out of it. He was so proud of his party planning work; Emily was beaming for him.
Stuart came back, "Amy, can I introduce you to the publisher? You met them before, Sheldon."
"Yes, nice group of like minded people. Finally, someone who understands the importance of good comic story telling and details... Lots of details..." Sheldon's arrogant smirk wasn't lost on Stuart.
"Yes, well, they are dying to meet you, Amy! The inspiration for the Vixen. " He held out his hand and Amy gave Sheldon a quick glance. Don't be jealous, Sheldon.
I won't. Go on now. He nodded and she took Stuart's hand. He led her over to another table with a group of 5 men who jumped up the minute they saw Amy. She was pleasant, shaking hands and conversed for while. Sheldon watched with a protective yet, pride soaked gaze.
While Sheldon kept an eye on his Vixen, Howard came up to Sheldon and put his hand on his shoulder. Sheldon stare at the appendage like a dead rat, "My god, Sheldon. To think that woman was waiting for you for 4 years with baggy sweaters and tights and under it all, she was rocking that figure. How can you stand it and not jump her now? Now she really is a Vixen!"
Sheldon moved Howard's hand like it was a dirty sock, "Howard. Amy Farrah Fowler was a Vixen before and still is. It doesn't matter what she wears, she is beautiful. If it takes skin tight clothes for you to notice a beautiful woman, then all my comments on your limited intelligence were completely justified."
Bernie piped in, "Yeah Howie, a woman is more than her figure!" She crossed her arms and glared at her lecherous husband whose downtrodden eyes gave away his dismay. "Oh Bernie, I know that! Especially, you! I love you, painted on latex, naked or not."
Sheldon wasn't listening anymore to Howard's back tracking. His eyes were fixed on Amy. Several men came up to her as she was getting a drink; he could tell she said nothing but turned them away with an icy glare. They backed away from her like she was ice set aflame, cold, yet undeniable hot.
Wil Wheaton was at the party and Amy passed him on the way back to the table with Stuart. He looked at the Emerald Vixen and snapped a picture. He came up to Sheldon and held out his hand, "I hear congratulations are in order, my friend!"
Sheldon looked down and Wil's hand, and took it reluctantly, "Thank you. It seems we will be married in the Spring." Wil looked confused, "Wait, you're getting married? You?"
"Of course me! What were you congratulating me on if not that? My Nobel prize is forthcoming, as soon as Geneva realizes my brilliance, but as of yet… I haven't heard.." Sheldon was lost in his Nobel fantasy again.
"No! I meant the comic! It's going to be big hit! You might want to give up on the whole physics thing and go into comics! But really… You're getting married? To Amy right, is she here tonight, I don't see her?" Wil wasn't sure; first they are together, then their broken up, then they are back. IF only this guy would update his twitter!
Sheldon smiled. His costume was so good, it fooled Wil Wheaton, the self proclaimed comic nerd. HA!
"Amy Farrah Fowler is here. You have to find her. She is in disguise." Sheldon walked away snickering to himself. Wil scanned the crowd unknowingly.
The time had come for Stuart to make some announcements. The cameras were set on him and the crowd gathered around him. Stuart was explaining the start of Redemption Comics: the new publisher who signed him on and brought him into onto the board. He was invested now, and able to create his own work anytime he wanted. He spoke of the success of DN-Ape and how it help jump start the new series and the start of his first comics.
Amy was in the crowd. Sheldon was close to her, eyeing her. That's when he saw an insipid man swagger up to Amy; he was obviously drunk and didn't have a the common decency to wear a costume. Amy ignored the mashers advances, but he was insistent. Sheldon was just about to intervene when he heard Stuart introduce the Emerald Vixen.
Just as Stuart was announcing the comic, "And we have with us tonight the Emerald Vixen in the flesh. " All eyes were on Amy, however, instead of a graceful introduction on stage, crowd saw the drunk man place his hand on Amy's backside. The crowd cleared. Amy grabbed the man's hand, swung him around, swiftly kicked his legs out from under him. He was face up, with his back on the floor with a thud. Amy boot planted on his chest. They all heard Amy say in clear deep voice, "Never touch a woman without permission." And she gracefully took the stage. The crowd erupted; screaming, "Vixen! Vixen! Vixen! " Amy took to the stage, gave a quick bow and quickly left off the back of the stage, leaving a cheering crowd and gawking Stuart to finish his announcements.
Amy was little overwhelmed by the attention and the man's advances. She made her way to the drinks table where the crowd was finally thin, all eyes were on Stuart instead of her for once. Sheldon snuck up on her like a panther just as she was pouring a drink.
"Well, hello Ms?..." Sheldon whispered in her ear. Amy almost dropped the soda from the shock, but caught it mid air, not spilling a drop.
"That's Dr. to you, sir. I don't believe we have met. I would have remembered." Amy eyed him up and down, "Then again, maybe not… " She smiled at him, her hand on her hip, and her eyes locked to him. She took a sip from her cup and licked the liquid off the rim. Sheldon licked his lips in response.
"Oh, I remember you. I remember everything. And, Dr. is it? Well. That makes two of us. Dr. of Physics." Sheldon eyes were roving over her. Amy was playing aloof, but her eyes gave her away. She was dying to rip that lab coat off him.
"I guess they give a PhD to anyone these days. Levers and pulley's is it? Child's play."
Sheldon snorted, "CHILD'S PLAY? I suppose cutting up brains is more your speed, ay Dr?"
"When required." She drew a deep breath and braced her hands on the table, arching her chest out. Sheldon inched a little closer.
" Nice dispatch of that tedious drunk man. I guess he was no match for you, Vixen. I am impressed. Which is rare." Sheldon was standing closer to her, sniffing her hair and itching to touch her.
Amy ran her hand up the top of his shirt to his neck with light finger tip touch. 'Well, maybe you just haven't been around impressive people." Amy moved closer to his mouth and was about to give him a kiss. Just then, they saw a flash and turned, it was Wil Wheaton taking a picture of them.
"HA! Caught you! Getting Married indeed! Wait till Amy finds out that you are nothing but a… Wait… Amy?! You're the Emerald Vixen?! OH BOY! This is going straight on Twitter!" Wil was busy tapping at his phone.
Not only did the picture of The Emerald Vixen and Dr. Recall almost kiss go on Twitter, but also a Vine of Amy kicking the legs out from under the masher.
In the future, when the collectors of comic looked back over important events in the history of the media, this party is in the top 10. It was the start of Redemption's rise as the leader in the comic industry, Stuart Bloom's first comics and the birth of the Emerald Vixen.
For now, it was just a great story that the gang liked to relive any time someone upset Amy or someone was too Hansy, as she would say.
Don't mess with the Emerald Vixen.
A/N: I have written a companion piece for this story line. It is titled: The Emerald Vixen. It is the story of the comic that Sheldon wrote. I hope you all take a look. I might write more for the series. I would love other authors who wanted to give it go and have a series of stories for it. Wishful thinking, but it could be a lot of fun! It is like a AU Shamy story, obviously, different names, but similar characters. You'll see... Please tell me what you think. Thank you as always.
So quick survey: Next chapter: After party? Or straight to Texas. I have ideas for both.
Thanks again everyone!
