Disclaimer: I own nothing of The Big Bang Theory or the characters I'm writing about. Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady are the geniuses responsible for the greatness of TBBT and The Shamy. This work is intended only as an homage to our favorite couple, whatever their current relationship status.

Another week, and another group dinner at 4A. Amy was happier than she had been in months. Yes, being with Sheldon without being with Sheldon was tough, but spending time with everyone together again was so refreshing it was amazing. Then there was the fact that Sheldon was being so kind toward her. He had always been a gentleman of course (besides the stupid things that came out of his mouth so regularly in the past, that is), but lately he had been particularly solicitous. Each small gesture she noticed seemed like an unspoken I Love You from him, yet she tried not to get her hopes up.

Tonight Leonard would be picking Penny up from work as her company car was going in for routine maintenance, so Amy had offered to drive Sheldon home. The two of them would pick up dinner and meet everyone at Los Robles. At 5pm sharp Amy heard a familiar series of knocks on her lab door.

Knock knock knock...Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler
Knock knock knock...Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler
Knock knock knock...Dr. Amy Farrah Fowler

"Come in, Sheldon" she smiled at the door as it opened. "Hello."

"Hello, Amy. Ready to go?" He could probably tell that she wasn't quite ready, as she still sat in front of a microscope wearing a lab coat and purple latex gloves.

"Actually, I'm sorry to make you wait, but my assistant dropped the last tray of slides I needed to analyze so I had to redo them; I was really hoping to finish this today so I can get the data analysis started on the computer and it can do the run overnight. Could you possibly wait like 15 or 20 mins? I'm really very sorry to make you late." She looked down as she spoke, biting her lip nervously; she knew how much he detested tardiness.

"Of course. I'm sorry you had to do extra work" he answered. His voice was gentle and when Amy looked up at him she noticed he was staring at her, his eyes soft, his expression unreadable. "I'll, um, wait for you in the cafeteria if that's ok. I'll…get a cup of tea." He offered her a small smile and turned to go.

"Ok, I'll see you soon" she replied to his retreating back, surprised he was so ok with her making them late. "Thank you, Sheldon." She returned her attention to the microscope.

"You're welcome. Um, Amy?"

"Yes?" She looked back up, watching him go.

"You look very pretty with your hair up like that." He said quietly, never turning around as he went out the door.

Amy took off one of her gloves and ran her hand over her ponytail, the same kind she wore every day in the lab. Huh.

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True to her word, Amy arrived at the deserted cafeteria exactly 17 minutes later. She had left her hair in the ponytail, rather than taking it down as she usually did as soon as the lab coat came off. She saw Sheldon sitting at a table, his back to her. lnstead of being on his iPad as she had expected, he was staring into space ahead of him, a cup of tea on the table next to him.

"Sheldon?" She said his name twice before he turned to looked at her. "Ready?"

"Oh, yes, let's go." He rose quickly, gathering his messenger bag and throwing away his untouched tea.

The first few minutes of the car ride where spent in silence, Sheldon still seeming to be lost in thought. Finally Amy asked "So, how was your day?"

Sheldon talked about a couple ideas he had been working on, without having made any progress, however. Maybe that's why he seems distracted, Amy thought. He finished speaking and asked about her day. "How was your lunch with your new colleague?"

A visiting scientist had joined Amy's team for a 3 month stint and the whole lab had gone out together to welcome their new teammate. "It was good, though we went to Tandoori Alley, which is definitely not the best Indian food." She shrugged. "Speaking of food, why don't you call in the dinner order so we don't have to wait so long since we're already running late thanks to me."

"Good idea," he nodded. "What would you like for dinner?"

"What?" Amy asked, sure she had misheard.

"I asked what you would like for dinner?" Sheldon seemed confused by her question.

"Well...isn't it Thai night?" Maybe he had change his schedule in the last six months?

"Ordinarily, yes, it is Thai night. But since you had a curry-based cuisine for lunch I thought you might have another preference for dinner tonight. I wouldn't want you to make your digestive tract uncomfortable on my account."

"Oh. Ok." Truthfully, Thai hadn't sounded all that great to her tonight. "You really don't mind me picking something else?"

"Anything you want," he replied. As she stopped for a traffic light she chanced a glance over his way, but he was staring out the side window, chin resting on his balled up hand.

"Uh, Chinese?" Amy ventured.

"Sure." Sheldon pulled out his phone and started to dial. "The same order you, um, used to get?" he glanced at her now, meeting her eyes.

"Yes, please," she whispered, holding his gaze a moment before noticing the light was green and turning her attention back to the task at hand.

Author's Note: Couldn't you just die with the waiting for Shamy to be together again? I think the writers really have a great chance now for some emotionally-charged instances of almost-touches, longing gazes and eye coitus for the ages. Let's hope we get some great tension (for a very short time) followed by a passionate reconciliation. Shamy passion...mmm, time to daydream...off to write more! Reviews always appreciated!