My Co-Author just quoted Amy from our Fan Fic and told me, GIVE THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT! LEt's post early! SO here we go!

Ill also post on Wednesday so you dont have to wait for a conclusion because we got some angst here folks. Never fear!

Sheldon:

Sheldon stood outside the ballroom door trying to process his confusion. His lips were dry from his attempt to recapture the feeling of her lips. What had made her so angry? She must have been shocked at his kiss. Yet she had said she wanted physical contact. But to kiss her like that, he never should have done that. That must be why she was so upset.

Back in the ballroom, he saw Raj and the baker giggling over their phones as they exchanged numbers. Alex seemed to have captured the English giant's attention, though Sheldon could not understand why they were both be looking in his direction, and even Kripke was chatting up the tall blonde woman. Everyone seemed to have found a special one and Sheldon had just seen the ground swallow his up.

He smiled as he remembered how her eyes had looked after he had kissed her, but the smile quickly faded when he recalled how her face had changed. He knew from their conversations that she didn't hold back when it came to voicing her opinion and tonight was no different. He thought back to her blazing face and flinted gaze. He had told Raj earlier that he would not need a lift home that evening as he had hoped that Amy would have offered to give him a ride. But he shuddered when he remembered how she had snapped at him like an angry turtle, perhaps it was best that she didn't drive him home. Sheldon wouldn't have wanted to ride shotgun with a distraught driver, no matter how interesting she was, or how much he was dying to stare at her.

Sheldon took an Uber from the hotel. With traffic, it had taken almost 45 minutes before he finally arrived home. He made the decision not contact her straight away, but give her time to get her misfired hormones in check. So he avoided texting her in the car, the hallway, the stairwell and when he finally unlocked his door, he still resisted.

As he entered the apartment he reached for his phone, surely she would be home by now, and would have had plenty of time to cool down. Unfortunately, it was at this point that his actions were interrupted by his nosey neighbor. Sheldon had just sat down on the couch when Penny bust through the door. Her hair was up in a loose bun and her off-putting dirty sweatshirt told Sheldon that they been packing for the move all day.

"Where have you been? We've been waiting for you to finish helping with the moving."

Sheldon, should have come up with a plausible lie, but exhausted from the evening's trauma, he gave Penny fuel for her fire. "I went on date, well, more than one actually-"

Penny's angry tirade ceased as if she had hit a brick wall only to be replaced by a stream of rapid-fire questions, "A DATE!? What the hell! Who is she? What's her name?"

"I have not received confirmation that I am allowed to reveal her identity." Sheldon shifted in his spot uncomfortably and then stood up in an effort to escape Penny's interrogation. "I'm sure you have better things to do tonight. Don't you move tomorrow?"

"Exactly! You have to tell me now, before I move out...so, be like Exxon and spill it!"

"I don't want to talk about it." Sheldon darted around his apartment like a movie star avoiding the paparazzi as he tried to make a cup of tea, but Penny wouldn't let up with her questions: What did she look like, what did she wear, and for some odd reason, what had she smelled like. Sheldon knew answers to these questions; including the clean aroma of milk and papaya shampoo wafting from Amy's hair, but based on her reaction to his appearance at the event, he felt that he had better keep his mouth shut.

Penny's third degree was finally interrupted by Leonard, who had come in search of her. "Penny, he's not going to tell you a thing, and we still have to pack the closet!"

Penny turned to leave, but not before she pointed at Sheldon, "Okay, after you help us move tomorrow, I hear EVERYTHING. I mean every detail!"

"I'll miss your humor most of all, Penny." Sheldon shook his head. "Help you move. What a jokester."

It was now coming up to 9 PM and it had been over an hour since he had last seen Amy. She must have "cooled her jets" by now. He made his way to his room and shot off a quick text to Amy before changing for bed.

"I am home. This is our evening check in text."

An opening volley, Sheldon thought. It was her move, but nothing came back.

"I wonder why you have not called. I am not sure if you got home safely."

He waited while staring at his phone, but nothing, so he texted again, "I know you are angry with me, but I did nothing wrong. How do you know I did not want to try that event myself? So I really think your over the top reaction was uncalled for."

Sheldon hit send and waited. Nothing. Amy really had no business being upset. However, he did break their contract agreement, so he had some culpability. He re-read his text and sent a voice mail:

"Okay, I might have some idea why you might be mad. But in my defense, I was curious. You know that I am scientist, so curiosity goes with the job description. Surely a meeting should have been expected at some point in our relationship. I just moved up the time line... slightly."

Still nothing.

"You're reaction is overblown. We can still communicate as you wish. Nothing need change, regardless of your insistence that it will. I am the same person I was tonight or yesterday or six months ago when I found your phone. It was you who required this anonymity. Unlike me, you don't have an eidetic memory, so you can forget what I look like, that is the only thing that has changed. Just forget my face. Besides, what does it matter?"

He threw the phone on the end of his bed and curled up on his side. He waited for five minutes, but there was still no reply so he tried texting again.

"I think you are being puerile. This spat is nothing. We don't have to act any differently. This just proves what we already discovered. The best relationships do not require a physical component. You will see, it will be fine. Everything will be fine. Congratulations on a successful conclusion of our experiment."

He held his phone with both hands, and closed his eyes in a futile attempt to try to will her to respond. When this did not succeed, he peeked one eye open and wrote, "You should respond to conclude our study."

Why was she not replying? She was already in bed, that was it. She must be exhausted from the evening's events just as he was.

He covered himself with his blanket and before closing his eyes, he wrote, "I bet you are sleeping. I will try again in the morning. Until then, I think the word of the day should be rapprochement. I look forward to seeing your response and will text you in the morning."

Sheldon placed his phone within reach on the nightstand but he worried if she texted him, he might not hear it. So, he put the phone on the pillow next to his face and finally fell asleep curled up holding the phone in his hand.

The next morning, he woke up in a panic. His phone had shifted and fallen under the bed. He jumped up, and with all his strength, moved the bed over. It was a strain, but thankfully he managed to get his phone which was undamaged. His relief was however short-lived when he unlocked it and found he no messages or calls from Amy. Undeterred, he sent a quick text before seeing to his morning ablations:

"Good Morning, I trust you slept well. Since you have not responded to my word of the day, I will be the first to initiate a sentence. "After a puerile argument Amy decided the only course of action for the possibility of a rapprochement was for her to write to Sheldon." I hope you realize that the choice of 'puerile' might have been more appropriate word for the day, but in the spirit of rapprochement, I choose rapprochement."

After his shower, he willed himself to dress before checking his phone again. Seeing no message from Amy he sent:

"I'm sure you had a terrible time at the circuit dating, which I must point out, I said would occur."

"I know meeting people is upsetting, which I am sure is why you haven't returned my texts. But you will get used to the discomfort of meeting people in a large setting. It took me a while, but now I can even tolerate almost six people at the same table."

"Seven if you count me."

Breakfast was tiresome constantly being interrupted by the loud noises from the hall outside. He had nearly forgotten that this morning was Penny and Leonard's moving day.

He opened the door to find two large burly men huffing down the stairs while carrying Penny's couch, so he quickly shut the door and returned to his cereal.

Leonard and Penny entered the apartment a short time later and before Penny could open her mouth, he preempted any further demands for information that might be issued from his inquisitive neighbor.

"To answer any questions you may have: Yes, I had a date. Yes, she is pretty. I don't want to answer if we kissed or not... Yes it was with the person I had been speaking to for months. Yes, she is a real woman, and no..." Sheldon paused at the next answer, but said softly, "No... I have no plans to see her again. Now, before you start rattling off another 20 questions, let me have my fruity pebbles in peace. It's going to be a long day."

"Why aren't you going to see to her again?"

"My relationship with Ms. Moxie will return to normal. This was a social experiment to see if we needed to have physical contact, and it failed. This is perfect. It proves that a healthy relationship doesn't need physical presence. We're fine. Just fine."

Sheldon dove into his sugary cereal ignoring Penny and Leonard's long looks at each other that they always assumed Sheldon never saw. He did, he knew the look all too well. His mother and father had the same unspoken language of long looks, deep sighs and concerned lip biting while questioning him with a tone that was partly genuine concern but mostly judgmental. They didn't have to say a word, but their looks were deafening.

"Obviously, I am doing quite well and I urge you to keep a close eye on your movers." Just as Sheldon spoke, they all jumped as a large crash shattered the silence followed by an expletive.

"MY GLASSES!" Penny ran out of 4A and down the stairs to the movers. Leonard put his hand on Sheldon's shoulder.

"You'll come over later this week, right? Just to see the place?" When he did not receive a response he added, "Or at least come to our housewarming next week?"

With a mouth full of cereal, Sheldon smiled and gave him a thumbs up. When Leonard followed Penny out of the apartment, Sheldon put his bowl in the sink and continued to text Ms. Moxie as if nothing was wrong. No reply.

Sheldon left one message, then another quickly explaining the first message, and then another so by that evening, his throat ached and his brain felt numb.

"It's Sheldon again. I hope nothing has happened to your phone, but since I am still able to leave these messages, and no Good Samaritan has answered my calls, I am assuming you have not lost it. We should have given each other our Apple Id's so we could do 'find my phone'. That way I could track it. You should do that for me as well. Here is my Id so you can see I am at my home in Pasadena. Waiting for your call."

"Have you lost your phone again or are you still in a snit?"

"I was going to give you my time-honored secret to a perfect ratio of fabric softener to soap ratio, but I am not feeling generous. I guess you feel the same."

"If you are on another date, perhaps you can keep your phone safely in your purse, so as not to lose it again."

"If you're on a date, I hope he realizes you'll be busy every Thursday."

Sheldon looked at the calendar on his phone and then sent off another voicemail before he could stop himself:

"Given the calendar, it is no wonder you are acting this way. Perhaps I should check back in a week when you're done shedding your uterine lining and quit "flying the Japanese Flag" so to speak. "

"Maybe then you would be more forgiving! Speaking of flags, you are going to miss my new flag show tomorrow. I thought you'd like to see it but given your attitude, maybe it's for the best!"

Thanks to the debacle of the previous day, Sheldon's laundry routine had been delayed. He folded his one-day late laundry in a huff and stomped up the stairs. When he reached his room, he threw the basket on the bed and the carefully folded shirt tumbled out. Instead of cleaning up the pile, he pulled out his phone and sent off a text:

"This is malarkey. It's been over 24 hours. Surely you should be over your over reaction by now! If I knew you had such a temper, I never would have agreed to this friendship without a shield."

Sheldon gave it one minute, but nothing. He typed off the next message with the speed of a teenager:

"Maybe Newton should have a new law: For every male action, it seems there is an equal and opposite female over-reaction!"

"Maybe we should rethink this relationship after all if this is how you handle disagreements. I am deleting all your articles. I have already read them, so I don't need them anymore. Also, all those pictures of your dental floss knitting projects, I am deleting them as well. I need space on my phone for other people in my life who actually answer the phone or return a text. My real friends who respond when I have sent over 56 messages to them."

Sheldon put his phone down and went to his lap top. He frantically deleted every article she had forwarded to him. Every file, every gif, every pdf, or link. Delete was strong word. He threw every byte of information from Ms. Moxie in a folder and labeled it "irrational one." He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest glowered at the screen.

Suddenly a sound alerted him; a tone from his bedroom. He couldn't be sure but it sounded like her ring tone. He leaped out of his chair and rushed down the hall, sliding on his stocking feet into the hallway wall. He pushed his door open and jumped to the bed to find his phone. His shoulders slumped when he realized what it was: It was his monthly alert to call Ms. Moxie and remind her to take a hot bath, have hot chocolate and watch her favorite show.

She had told him once she was experiencing some discomforting symptoms and after some wrangling, Sheldon found out she was experiencing PMS. Ever since that day, Sheldon had tracked her cycle like a teacher waiting for summer break. It was part of their routine, and Amy had told him she appreciated his kindness. But that routine was disrupted. All their routines were disrupted.

It wasn't until the next morning that Sheldon sent another text. That time, it was in a different tone:

"Sorry."

"I shouldn't have said malarkey. It was over the line."

"I was insensitive to your female flu. Maybe you can delete some of my texts from yesterday."

Still nothing.

Sheldon still called her phone just to her the voice, but it was only the short message: "Hello, person who feels vocal communication an efficient method to convey your inquiries. Please leave a message," and when the voice mail would cut him off and he would hang up. Sheldon had never heard the message before, as she always answered his calls within a few rings. He still sent three texts a day, but their previous schedule for phone calls was forgotten as he rang her phone as much as he could. That week Sheldon heard her message over 50 times.

Sheldon refused to go to work the that week, neither would he visit Leonard's new house. The days passed and he continued to ring, yet he heard nothing from her. Penny tried to explain the concept of "ghosting" someone, but Sheldon cut off her explanation of urban slang because ghosts were scary.

Penny suggested, "Just take one day off from calling her. No texts, no calls. Try that."

Sheldon agreed, but not until the next day. He had to send one more text that evening.

"It's Thursday night, 9 PM. I'm sorry you're going to miss this evening's activities, however, I will hold onto this fantasy until I talk to you again. Suffice to say, it included a certain TV show you told me you enjoyed involving a Genie. Good night."

That next morning Leonard and Penny come over before going to work to invite Sheldon to their house warming party but Sheldon refused to go, using the new virus in China as an excuse for his anti-social behavior.

"I have no interest in visiting that germ infested house if you haven't even required your guests to wear gloves."

Penny showed him the invitation on her phone and said smugly, "I knew you'd say that. See?"

Sheldon pushed her phone away, "No masks though. Forget it."

Leonard dropped into the chair and said, "I know our moving out was hard on you, buddy, but you really should-"

"Don't 'should' on me, Leonard. I should do nothing I don't want to do. I should be working on my Nobel speech, I should be organizing my new collectibles room, I should be sleeping and I should be expected to be left to work as I do best. ALONE. I will state again, I'm fine."

Leonard tried to explain he was in denial, but Sheldon told him to go read his mother's books and leave him alone.

"It doesn't matter, Leonard! There was no real relationship with her, it was just an experiment. It had run its course, that's all. There was no bond that when severed would cause me any discomfort. I frankly have no emotion over the entire affair. It's done now. That's all I want to say about it."

Sheldon looked down at his hands clutched around his phone. He unwrapped his fingers and laid the phone on the table. He noticed Penny holding a napkin and he looked up at her. Her eyes were shiny and she had a gentle smile on her face.

"Here sweetie. You have some water on your face..." She dabbed Sheldon's face, but he grabbed the napkin out of her hand recoiling from her touch.

"I'm fine! There is nothing wrong with me!" Sheldon pushed off the couch and ran toward the bedroom, with his phone in his hand.

He quickly called Amy's number to leave one more voice message:

"Maybe we can start over. Hello, I'm Sheldon."

He got the following message:

"THE MAIL BOX IS FULL AND UNABLE TO RECEIVE MESSAGES. GOOD BYE."

The phone hung up.

On our next episode, we will get Amy's POV of the same time, so hold tight. I will post on Wednesday so you dont have to wait too long!

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