The Girls' Night Intervention- Decisions & Honesty


First of all, I would like to thank those who have read my stories and continue to read them and a big THANK YOU to the dedicated ones who have left reviews . Your support is much appreciated! This particular chapter was supposed to be the end with an option for a 4th chapter but as I was typing it out...it took on a life of it's own. Sorry? No... not really. PLEASE ENJOY! :)


A door opened and two heads popped out to make sure their friend would go through with it.

"Come on Amy…knock on the door," Penny whispered.

"Do you think she'll go through with it?" Bernadette asked quietly.

"If she doesn't knock on that door…I'm going to go over there and do it for her and then push her in when he opens it!" Penny retorted back silently.

"Oh wait…look…she's raising her hand to knock…" Bernadette said cheerfully in a slight whisper.

"Oh no… she stopped…what should we do?" Penny questioned.

"We'll wait one more minute then I say we shove her in that apartment."

The girls watched as Amy weighed the situation.

"Amy!" Penny softly shouted in order to get her attention. Amy emerged from her trance and looked back at the two heads peeking her way.

"What?" Amy said quietly looking at them quite flustered.

"Knock!" Bernadette motioned.

Amy took a deep breath and made her hand reach up to knock…3 soft, quick, repeated movements. There was no response…nothing, absolute silence.

Inside 4A, Sheldon thought he heard a knock at the door but it was faint so he attributed it to his overactive imagination due to his longing for it to be Amy and ignored the sound.

Amy waited, she knew Sheldon could hear it if he were in the living room. He had stated often enough that he has 'Vulcan hearing'. She looked back at her friends who were just dying in anticipation for what was to come. They motioned for her to try turning the door knob. So, she did. Click…the door was unlocked to her surprise. The girls gave her the thumbs up meaning for her to go inside and they retreated back inside 4B, not that they weren't going to spy from the peep hole though.

Amy slowly pushed the door open ,creaking a little as it moved. This immediately caught Sheldon's attention, turning his head abruptly towards the noise. It wasn't his imagination playing tricks on him…it was his Amy who had knocked on the door.

Sheldon gazed awestruck at the spectacle of her standing there in the door way, eyes still red from crying. There was a collective intake of breath from both of them as they looked at each other from across the room, mouths momentarily ajar. Amy forced herself to breathe normally and tried to stop looking directly at him as it was making her head spin from a sudden rush of adrenaline running through her veins.

Sheldon got up from his desk and wearily approached, stopping mere inches from her. Amy raised her lashes, preparing to look straight into those surreal, sad blue eyes. He moistened his lips, leaned forward and whispered, "I've missed you."

Amy gasped when his hot breath came into contact with her skin and for a brief moment, looked away so that Sheldon wouldn't see the pools taking shape in her eyes.

He continued to speak, "I'm sorry," he said as a lump formed in his throat. Sheldon reached out and touched her face, masterfully raising it so that she was looking at him again. There was an extremely charged pause as they stood there motionless. There was an unspoken message between them transmitting itself. That was all that was needed: a look. No need to speak, just a moment of recognition. Sheldon took the last step forward and embraced Amy, holding her as tight as possible, resting his head on hers. Her whole body quivered and even though she was hesitant at first, she wrapped her arms around his torso tightly, fully resting her head on his chest.

Across the hall, Penny was bearing witness to this amazing sight and even let Bernadette peek through the hole as well.

"Awwww," they both sighed and went back to the couch. Show was over …for now.

For a second, Amy's mind was wiped clear, but then the memory of the events that took place two weeks ago came back full force to slap her in the face. Suddenly, she pulled away and stiffened; any alcohol that was in her system, suddenly dissipated. Sheldon raised his eyebrows quizzically.

"Is there something wrong?" he murmured.

She wanted to say no but that would be reverting to her old ways. She had to speak up; she had to find out if what the girls had told her previously was true.

"A lot of things are wrong and I'm hoping you can help me," she whispered urgently.

"I see," he said nodding while biting his lower lip. "Would you like to come in and we can talk about it?" he continued.

"If that's all right with you," Amy replied.

Sheldon closed the door and put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip while guiding her to the couch. Then he let go and motioned for her to sit in his spot as he took a seat in the middle. So far, his actions had stunned Amy. He seemed…different, more caring, more attentive. 'What happened these past two weeks?' she wondered.

They turned to face each other. There was a compelling mixture of sorrow and love in Sheldon's eyes.

"Sheldon," Amy started speaking softly. "I need some answers…sincere, from the heart, answers."

Sheldon swallowed hard, dreading where this conversation might lead.

"All right," he said as he nodded somberly.

"Sheldon, I love you, I want to share my life and love with you but I just don't think we want the same things anymore," Amy declared earnestly.

"What things are you referring to?" Sheldon questioned already having an idea of what she wanted.

"A physical relationship, marriage, possibly children with you." Amy replied boldly.

"I do," said Sheldon indignantly, "Why would you think otherwise? Isn't that the purpose of being pair- bonded?"

"What?" Amy questioned, blinking rapidly in disbelief.

He placed his hand on her leg and traced a tiny circle with his thumb on her thigh.

"I do want all these things with you. I have for a while now and I was prepared to tell you when we spoke on Skype last," he stated sincerely.

"You do?" she asked with a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Yes," he briefly replied as any other words would be redundant at this point.

Sheldon leaned in and kissed her, hesitantly at first, his lips dry against her mouth, then more passionately so that her body pulsed to life and alas, she was kissing him passionately in return. Time stood still as their kisses deepened and their hunger for each other escalated. Sheldon began to recognize the all too familiar symptoms of arousal setting in and pulled away, panting.

"What's wrong?" Amy asked nervously.

"It seems that every time we kiss like this, this one here," he said as he looked downwards, composing himself, "has a mind of his own. Honestly, I can't control himor my heart anymore."

Amy was alive with excitement, her mind racing. She was ecstatic that she had visible…tangible, if she were brave enough, proof that Sheldon did want something more than a relationship of the mind.

"There are things we can do to help him, things which I'm sure we would enjoy as well," she said in a low sultry voice while glancing down at his pants.

"I'm fully aware," he smirked back saying, "All in due time little lady."

Amy remembered what the girls said earlier…ask simple, straightforward questions.

"And when exactly is 'in due time'?" she asked smiling tremulously.

"Sooner than you would think my little moth," he replied in a playful tone.

Amy composed her face into a gracious smile. "Thank you for being honest with me."

Sheldon looked down sheepishly wondering if he should come clean about what he had said to Kripke about their 'amorous' activities since he was being honest and trying to get their relationship back on track. It was a difficult decision but Amy deserved complete and utter honesty.

"Um…Amy…," he began, grabbing her hand tightly. "About being honest…"

"What is it Sheldon, you can tell me," hoping she would get him to divulge more on his feelings towards her as this was rare indeed.

"There is something I would like to confess since I feel that this is a turning point in our relationship, however, I am terrified of the implications it may have on our new found understanding. By the way, how would you rate your level of intoxication tonight?" he asked as he lowered his eyelids slightly.


Like I said, I was not planning on this turn of events... it just kind of happened. How it turns out will be just as surprising to me as it will be for you. Are you ready for the unknown?