Dr. Cooper and Mr. Hyde

A/N: Alright folks. Here is the last chapter of this story. This is the first time I have written an M rated anything. Except for that one time with the shopping list… But I digress. Will they or won't they? I personally prefer in character fan fictions 90% of the time. But why buy a Ferrari to only drive the speed limit. Sometimes you have to take that baby out and see what it can do!

"Before we continue Sheldon, I need to tell you one little important thing."

Sheldon had started to work at unfastening the collar buttons of her nightgown. In between kisses on her now exposed shoulder he murmured "Hmm?"

She grabbed the sides of his head and tilted it up to look her square in the eyes. She gave him an incredibly sexy smile and said one tiny earth shattering word.

"Placebo."

Sheldon was far into unfamiliar territory. His hands were occupied with the frustrating buttons keeping him from his naked girlfriend. He had a throbbing ache in his bathing suit region and knew that if he could just free her from that flannel straitjacket she would make everything alright.

Sheldon could barely comprehend the word she spoke to him before she leaned forward and took his generous lower lip between hers. She then stroked his lip lengthwise with her warm tongue begging for entrance to his mouth, her hands still guiding his head. His mouth opened automatically and her tongue found his, and attempted to wake it into action. It awoke with a fury.

Placebo? Is that even an English word?

Sheldon's brain was at a disadvantage. Another organ had hijacked his body and his brain had surrendered willingly. Starved for blood and drowning with dopamine and oxytocin, his mind yelled "Shotgun!" and let his penis drive for once. And dear Lord he loved looking at the scenery.

Placebo?

Sheldon's trembling hands finally pulled another button free, his dexterity hindered by unbearable heat and hormones. Focus Cooper. She should be naked by now. You need to think about what you're doing and finish the task at hand. Allowing him time to think did it. The word Amy spoke to him was like a small candle lit in the far recess of his dark, lust filled brain. A man of lesser intellect would have simply used a small puff of air to extinguish it and melt back into the beckoning darkness without a second thought. A man of more emotional range would have let it burn unattended in the back of his mind, while he took care of more urgent and pleasurable business. A man with more sexual experience would have stomped the candle to a pulp and drowned gladly in the sea of passion he was submerged in. A man like Sheldon could only stare at the flame and ponder the significance of it as it grew bigger and brighter.

Placebo. From Latin, literally 'I shall please'. A harmless pill, medicine or procedure. A substance that has no therapeutic effect. Used as a control in testing new drugs.

PLACEBO!

Amy's lips were giving him many good arguments to continue their carnal activities. Sheldon always heeded her advice and took it more times than not. Maybe she was right and besides what she was doing with her lips felt phenomenal. Maybe he should just give in and ignore the fact that under the effect of a placebo, he had thrown himself at his girlfriend, touched her breasts, tried to undress her and told her she would be screaming his name.

Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Oh Lord!

The single candle became candelabra, then a spotlight and finally the Las Vegas strip, ablaze with enough light to drive any baser urges away.

Sheldon's lips went flaccid; his once enthusiastic tongue abruptly played possum, and Amy could feel him drawing away from her physically as well as emotionally. As their lips parted with a light smack, she redirected her attentions to his neck, gently sucking and nibbling his flesh.

Sheldon stopped retreating at this new sensation and gently cleared his throat and whispered. "Did you say that the drug I ingested was a placebo?"

He felt her voice buzz over his neck. "Mmm hmm." She moved her ministrations to his ear.

Sheldon swallowed hard, trying to ignore the fluttering in his stomach and the throb in his pants. "S-s-so that means…"

Amy's lips released his earlobe to reply huskily in his ear. "That means all the touching and kissing and longing wasn't the fault of being drugged. It was all 100% you…Sheldon." She went to recapture his ear again, but it had moved, along with the rest of him. She took a step towards him smirking. He took two steps backwards. The hunter had become the hunted.

"I-I-I would never do anything like this of my own… free will. I think that your friend Robert is mistaken." Sheldon began to shrink away from Amy and her maddening lips. He averted his gaze and from them and his glance fell on her pale shoulder and neck, livid with red marks. Did I do that to her? Oh God what has become of me?

"Sheldon he ran the test twice. No active ingredients were found." She reached out to caress his shoulder, but he shied away from her touch and she missed by inches.

He looked at her sideways, eyes wide. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to finish what you started. I know how you like…closure." She gave him a look filled with hunger and took a step forward, her nightgown hanging off her shoulder. "You do want me to finish, don't you, Dr. Cooper?" Her hands idly began to fumble with her nightgown buttons.

Vixen! Using my doctorates against me in a sexual nature! That is not what they were originally intended for! His chest felt like wild birds were trying to escape it. "Now, now, what happened to not letting me do something I would regret under the influence of drugs?" His face and his Flash shirt fought over which was the reddest. They had backed into the dim light of the gently brightening living room.

"But my dear, sweet Sheldon, you aren't under the effect of any drug. Unless you want to blame your behavior on dextrose and gelatin." Another button came free, as she took another step closer. His eyes were drawn to the movement of her hands and those damnable buttons...

She didn't suffer from a lack of dexterity when aroused! Curses!

Sheldon took a stumbling step backwards, eyes glued to Amy's steady hands. "Twenty one to forty percent of people given placebos believe in their efficacy, depending on the nature of the study performed." Another backward step. "It would be reasonable to assume that I believed that I was experiencing the effects of the real medication and acted accordingly." Another step back.

"That may be the case Sheldon, but why would the effects be so severe in your case? Koothrappali took the same drug for over a month and didn't try to seduce anybody so…" She released another button and took two more steps. "Determinedly."

Little did Sheldon know, due to his lack of experience with the opposite sex, but women had been utilizing breasts to have their way with men for millennia. Amy's nightgown was unbuttoned past her chest, and as she moved the gap showed glimpses of a gently curving bosom. Sheldon's eyes were unable to focus anywhere else. His feet were no match compared to her breasts as he ceased his retreat halfway through her living room.

"Sheldon, I have been waiting for you for a very long time. You have know idea how hard it is to not touch you, because I'm afraid of scaring you away, or pushing you to do something you're not ready for. When we thought you were under the effects of the Concupiscencine, I was so conflicted, because I wanted you as badly as you wanted me, but I resisted because I didn't think you were in your right mind. But apparently you were. So now that I have waited, as I always do, for you to set some precedent in our relationship, I feel I can safely engage in the same activities you initiated recently with me."

The tractor beam that was Amy's chest released Sheldon's eyes as his brow wrinkled. "I don't understand. What precedent?" He didn't trust her confident smirk or her peek-a-boo bosom. He started to back away again on shaky legs as she calmly advanced her voice even and reasonable.

"I didn't attempt to hold your hand until you held mine first during Howards space launch. I waited until you kissed me freely before asking for date night kisses. These changes took place over several years. But my dear Dr. Cooper, you have been a very busy fellow. In the last eight hours you have set a precedent for cuddling in bed, hickeys, French kissing, disrobing each other declarations of love and requesting raucous, neighbor disturbing intercourse."

**BAM**

He backed into her front door hard, his vision swam, and he desperately wanted to believe it was caused by the door, but he knew better. Amy had kept up with him the entire way and now stood directly in front of him, her nightgown brushing his leg. The heat radiating off her made beads of sweat form on his forehead. Her hands found the hem of his Flash shirt and they ducked underneath. Sheldon yelped and stood rigidly between Amy and the door.

"So Sheldon, I'm asking you, how did you become a sex crazed degenerate? I have a fascinating hypothesis. Is it because you feel this way about me all the time, but repress it? Do you hide it beneath your cool aloof exterior, a man of pure science with a covert libido? Could it be you just needed an excuse to show me how much you desired me?" Amy purred seductively and moved her hands up his sides slowly.

"Um…n-n-n-no…"

Amy had a dismissive thought and a half chuckle escaped her lips. "You told me you loved me. You didn't just say that to get me to make love to you, did you?"

He was hoping she would have forgotten his little declaration of love, but no such luck. "Um…"

Her roving hands stopped cold. Her seductive grin faltered. "Are you saying you didn't mean it after all? You don't actually love me?"

Sheldon's eyes grew round. "Amy, I don't think this is the time or place for discussing such things."

Amy's shoulders slumped and her eyes became shiny with unshed tears. Her hands slid down his torso and reappeared from under his shirt. She began to button up her nightgown. "As I recall you were the one to bring up the fact that you loved me first. You were coming on pretty strong until you realized that you were acting this way on your own. Tell me Sheldon, do you have to be under the influence of intoxicants to tell me you love me? Or to want to sleep with me?"

"Well… um…no…"

"Then tell me the truth, Sheldon. My God, I never thought I'd ask you this question. Did you tell me you loved me to try to get me into bed? Or do you really love me."

Sheldon's breathing was rapidly approaching hyperventilation. His lips were getting numb and he felt woozy. "Well Amy… I um… what I mean is…" Sheldon swayed in place.

Oh great the man who was undressing me and declaring his love for me is going to faint because I asked him to clarify. "Sheldon go sit on the couch and calm your self down." She went in the kitchen and retrieved a brown paper bag and handed it to him. He took it from her and put it to his lips. She shook her head in disbelief as she joined him on the couch. "If someone were to tell me that the Sheldon Cooper was ever going to lie to me to get me to have sex with him, I would have thought they were insane." Her sad gaze rested on her boyfriend still puffing into his bag. "When you claimed that you loved me, you said that you had loved me for a long time, but you couldn't admit it to yourself let alone me." He still was unable to look at her, the bag crinkling with each breath. "I haven't been entirely truthful to you either, but again it was only because I didn't want to scare you off, or push you too fast." His bag emptied and filled slower as he turned his head towards her. "Sheldon, I have loved you for a long time as well. I however was certain in my feelings towards you, though I knew they were probably not reciprocated. I had prepared myself to love you unrequited, until you were able to or willing to love me in return." She reached out and he felt her take his hand on his lap in hers. "I still am willing to wait for you, but now I need to know if you were being truthful or just manipulating me. Do you love me? Just answer yes or no."

The incessant crinkle sound stopped as Sheldon removed the bag from his lips. His eyes met hers briefly, then flicked down. "Well… you see Amy…"

Amy was not amused. "Sheldon, you need to tell me either 'yes' or 'no'. If anything besides those two simple monosyllable words comes out of your mouth, you are going to have to leave. Now what is it?"

Sheldon wrung the bag in his hands unable to look his girlfriend in the eye. She had seen him at his most debased and he was mortified. There was no way their relationship could ever be the way it was before ten o'clock the night before. Unless?

"Amy, I recommend a relationship reset."

She blinked at him, then took a deep breath and stood up. "First off that was thirteen syllables, none of which were the words yes or no. Secondly for a highly intelligent man, you don't know how to follow simple instructions very well. Third, I don't want to forget what happened between us. It was the first time you showed more than a passing interest in me physically, even if you thought you were under the influence. Fourth, if you can honestly say you found a way to not remember anything from the last time we reset the relationship, you have more problems than I thought. I don't remember because I was drunk. You simply told me what happened afterwards, and I had a hard time not thinking about it. We are people with emotions Sheldon, not computer hardware. You cannot simply erase a folder from the past completely. And fifth, Dr. Cooper, you can show yourself the way out, it's the same way you let yourself in. I have had a long, frustrating night and the day has started in the same vein. Now, goodbye Sheldon. You will be welcome back when you can be honest to me and yourself."

Amy dejectedly shuffled back to her bathroom and closed the door. Her fingernails dug into her palms, but she was too numb and angry to feel it. She twisted the shower handle and waited for the shower to warm up. The red marks on her neck and shoulders teased her from the mirror. She stepped under the hot forceful water and fumed.

From his spot on the couch, Sheldon heard the shower start. He hadn't budged, he didn't want to go. Amy was mad because he wasn't truthful. Sheldon rarely lied, he was no good at it, and when he did, his constant twitching was a dead giveaway. But was omission of the truth as bad as lying? Sheldon pondered this. If you never confess that you love somebody, and they never ask, is that a lie? Perhaps it is to yourself. If you do love someone and they ask if you do and you deny it that is a lie. He thought back to earlier that morning. When he said he loved her, it had rolled easily off his tongue as natural as saying his own name or reciting Maxwell's Equations. So why can't he say it now, in the clear light of day, with both parties sober? Well Amy didn't have a problem doing that. Sheldon warmed at her declaration of love for him and the fact she would not penalize him if he didn't love her. She had said she would wait for him, longer than she already had. He could have easily said no he didn't love her, and bought himself another four years. That's when it dawned on him. He couldn't have answered no because deep down he knew he loved Amy and that would have been a huge lie. He thought back to the events of the past eight hours. Amy had behaved honorably, and he had given her such a hard time. He tried every trick in the book to get her to give in to him and she remained steadfast and true in her resolve. Her revelation of her love for him came as no surprise; even he could see it in all she did for him. So why didn't he show her he loved her? Why couldn't he at least be honest with himself and admit that she was his everything? Science, comics, technology, none of it held more importance than his Amy. And when she finally gave herself to him, after telling him he was not drugged and kissed him passionately, everything fell into place. He felt charged and electric, but it also felt right deep in his bones to feel her in his arms and have her incorporate him into her orbit. He knew now what he had to do. He could not lie to himself or her any longer. Plus denial only got you so far so long.

Amy caught herself staring at the shower wall, the water long since turned cold rolling down her back. She was thinking about the recent events and how mentally exhausted it made her. She half heartedly wanted to go back to bed, but forced herself to get dressed and greet the sad depressing day.

She walked into her living room to see her exasperating boyfriend staring off into space, still seated on her couch. She cleared her throat and he jumped at the sudden sound. He pivoted his head around and gave her a hint of a smile. It was not returned. They both opened their mouths and talked over the top of each other.

"Yes."

"Why are you still here?"

Amy frowned. "What?"

Sheldon rose then and walked over to where Amy stood by the back of the couch. "Yes, I love you."

Amy started trembling. "You do?"

"Yes. Are you chilled? It might be your damp hair. You should dry it more throu…"

"It's not because I'm chilled. Sheldon why are you telling me this now and not thirty minutes ago when I asked you?"

Sheldon didn't like how shaky his girlfriend had become, so he moved closer to her and tried to still her by holding her shoulders with his hands. She shook harder. Walking around with a wet head. She is going to get pneumonia I'm sure of it!

"Amy. I realized that you gave me only two ways of answering the question about if I loved you, 'yes' or 'no'. You did not give me the third option which I choose the majority of the time which is not to answer at all. Because of this I had to answer, and answer truthfully, because I rarely, if ever, lie. I realized if I told you 'no', even if it would buy me some time to reconcile my feelings, I knew I would be blatantly lying to both of us. So the only other answer is yes."

Amy's eyes had held his since the second yes. She was still shaking like a leaf, despite Sheldon trying to hold her steady. "So what you're telling me is that I could have avoided four years of emotional turmoil and denial by making you answer only polar questions?"

"Um…"

Amy tilted her head. "'Yes' or 'no'."

Drat! "Yes."

Amy trembled more. "I think I just found Sheldon Cooper's kryptonite."

Sheldon frowned at her, but was still concerned that Amy was shivering. He leaned in and embraced her, to feel if she felt cold. She felt quite the opposite, she was warm, soft and comforting. He couldn't help but smell her freshly shampooed hair. He drank in her essence and felt a stirring deep down but not as urgent as earlier. "I also wanted to thank you for repelling my advances when we thought I was drugged. I know I didn't make it easy on you. You're an excellent girlfriend and I love you."

Amy relished this warm bear hug that she thought would have been impossible two days ago. "Sheldon, I love you too. Mmm, this feels really nice. We've never really had a good hug before." Her arms came up to embrace him.

"I was merely trying to get you to stop trembling, nothing else. I thought you were cold. I didn't want you to get ill, because then I would have to take care of you again." His face was right near her neck, he nuzzled in a little and she thought she felt a light kiss.

"Well that's thoughtful of you." She started to rub his back and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. "Is that the only reason you are holding me? 'Yes' or 'no'?"

"This is getting tedious!"

"For you maybe, I find it enthralling! Just answer the question Sheldon."

"…No."

She turned to lightly suck on the side of his neck, right below his ear. "Do you like when I do this, Dr. Cooper? Oh and do you like when I call you Dr. Cooper? Just yes or no please."

Sheldon was torn between his girlfriend finding a loophole and manipulating him, and the way her soft, moist tongue was manipulating him. His breath was getting short and erratic. "Yes… to both."

"Excellent, Dr. Cooper. Now answer me this…"

Sheldon took that opportunity to break away from his girlfriend lips and dived into her neck to finish up some work started earlier. "OK you vixen. I know you to be a mostly truthful individual as well. Two can play this game, little lady. Tell me Dr. Fowler yes or no, do you like it when I call you Dr. Fowler when I'm nibbling your neck?"

"Mmmmm yes."

"Do you ever think of me when you're in bed, late at night or in the shower?"

"Y-y-y-yes."

Sheldon could feel the earlier heat rising up again, strong but not as reckless as before. He drew away from Amy's neck and looked her in the eyes. They answered the question he hadn't even asked yet.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

Sheldon's hands found her face as he kissed her passionately. She let a small groan out, which just threw fuel on the fire. Her hands found his pants button, and she easily unfastened it. The force of his kiss tipped her head backwards as he pressed his body closer to hers. His hands trailed down her face and neck till they found her breasts, soft and full beneath her cardigan. He attempted to unfasten the top button, but his natural dexterity failed him yet again as his brain became overcome with the heady sensation of all things Amy. Cooper! You're a genius, you can do this! He concentrated and came up with a solution. He would employ the same principle Alexander the Great did in solving the challenge of the Gordian Knot. He firmly gripped the neckline of the stubborn garment and pulled forcefully, buttons ricocheting around the room. Amy gasped against his demanding lips and started working on Sheldon's zipper. She accidently brushed his erection straining against its white cotton prison, and could not help but smile through her kiss as Sheldon let out a guttural moan. She cupped him through his underwear and ran her hand over the length of his shaft. Sheldon drew a quick breath in through his teeth as he ground himself against her palm. He pushed the cardigan off her shoulders, and gripped her floral buttoned blouse in the same manner as her sweater. More buttons shot across the room. Two layers down, two to go.

He started to kiss and nip at her neck, earning him a glorious exclamation of "Oh Sheldon!"

Amy pulled Sheldon's trousers down off his hips and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him closer to her body. Her breath was coming in short pants. "Let's take this into the bedroom." She grabbed his hand and led him to her bed, his pants sliding down his legs as he walked.

The journey to the bedroom gave Sheldon some time to think about certain shortcomings. "Amy, I have never done this before."

"I know, I haven't either."

"Are you scared?"

"I wouldn't say scared as much as nervous. I am a biologist, I know the basics." She reached for Sheldon's face and kissed him gently. "I've read up on the subject, fiction and non fiction, and watched YouTube videos on um… how to please a sexual partner and being pleased in return."

Sheldon was shocked at Amy's extensive research, and felt ill prepared. "I haven't looked into the subject much. Penny and Leonard gave me a book. It was disturbing but I read the whole thing. There were some topics in there I never wanted to find out about!"

Amy was a bit perturbed he found the book disturbing, but encouraged him between kisses. "See you read a book, you have a basic idea of what to do."

"Yes, but I had also read the California Driver Handbook and I still can't drive a car properly. All I can think about when I get behind the wheel is having a horrific accident."

Amy pulled his gaze towards her. "Sheldon, this is new to both of us. We will learn together what feels good and what doesn't. I love you very much and want to share this experience with you. There is no way we will do anything we will regret later."

She gave him a crooked little smile. "And unlike driving a car, I have taken precautions to insure there will be no little 'accidents'." She started to kiss him with renewed vigor.

Sheldon brow knitted regarding the "accident" comment as he returned Amy's feverish kisses, then his eyes grew wide with understanding.

Amy started tugging at his tops; he pulled off both together in a smooth movement.

Sheldon let the garments puddle on the floor as he kicked off his shoes and finished stepping out of his pants. He reached for the bottom of Amy's shirt, and tugged upward. Amy finished pulling it over her head, leaving her torso bare except for a plain white bra. Sheldon lifted his hand halfway to her chest then dropped it. "You can touch me Sheldon. In fact, please, please touch me." He focused on Amy and her bra, and Amy could see he was a bit confused on how to proceed.

"I've got it Sheldon. I've already lost a sweater and a blouse to you tonight." She eyed him teasingly. She reached behind her and unhooked the garment. Sheldon held his breath as her breasts were freed. He slowly raised his hand to gently cup this previously unseen aspect of Amy. She inhaled sharply and he stilled his hand.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No Sheldon, I just thought it felt wonderful. Please continue."

He raised his hand again to leave a feather light touch on her breast. Amy closed her eyes and sighed. He stroked the nipple with his thumb, making it stiffen. He raised his other hand and repeated the actions on her other breast. She shivered at his touch as he gently laid small kisses on her breasts, then worked his way up her body to lay the last tiny kiss on her temple.

Sheldon leaned in to Amy, so there was not a sliver of light between the two and kissed her deeply. His hands found the silky skin of her bare back, and traveled down to the zipper of her skirt. The zipper was much easier than the buttons to Sheldon's relief, because his head was clouding up with desire and he didn't know how much more clothing he could handle. The skirt fell to her ankles, leaving them both in their underwear.

Their lips released each other as Amy then took Sheldon's hand and led him to her bed. Amy's gaze dropped to Sheldon's briefs and then back to his eyes. "Lose the underwear, Dr. Cooper."

"Ladies first, Dr. Fowler." He growled.

She gave him her best come hither look as she tucked her thumbs under the waistband and tugged off her pink cotton panties. "Your turn."

Sheldon drank her in and gulped. He then took a deep fortifying breath and yanked his briefs off.

It was now Amy's turn to gulp. Oh my goodness!

She took his hand again and Amy reclined on the bed pulling Sheldon down on top of her. Sheldon propped himself up on one arm and sent the other hand down to explore the valleys and mountains of the beautiful woman beneath him. He watched her every reaction to his different caresses, her face flushed with desire.His hand eventually found her silken folds, and with some guidance from an ecstatic Amy, he played her as skillfully as his Theremin. After several minutes of this musical recital he reveled in hearing Amy's song of pleasure. He was working on a third composition, when Amy's hand reached out encircling him to try to encourage him into a duet. Sheldon groaned at her touch. Her hand slowly stroked his length maddeningly almost to the point of no return, when panting, he stopped her hand. He kissed her deeply and his eyes riveted to hers. "Amy, are you ready? Let me know if anything I do hurts."

"Sheldon, the whole hymen issue has been resolved for a long time now. Don't worry, just give me some time to adjust to you and we'll be fine."

Sheldon positioned himself between Amy's legs and slowly guided himself into her soft depths. Their eyes held, their breath mingled and their bodies joined together completely. Sheldon slowly began to move, but held back still concerned about his Amy. Amy had a few seconds of discomfort as her body adapted to this new sensation, but that rapidly faded as she felt wave upon wave of pleasure lapping at her body.

Amy began to meet Sheldon's slow rhythm and increased the movement of her hips to encourage him to speed up. She reached out and gripped Sheldon's bobbing rear and urged him on. Sheldon gasped as he lost himself in the utter bliss bestowed by this generous woman. A few minutes later he climaxed loudly, her name on his lips. The sound of her name echoed in her ears and elevated Amy to her own climax. Sheldon rolled to Amy's side, both winded and spent.

A while later Sheldon was lying flat on his back holding Amy, her head on his shoulder. Amy was tracing her fingers through the sparse dark hair on Sheldon's pale chest. "Sheldon, would you have believed we would be here together like this a few nights ago?"

He smiled. He remembered a conversation they had before they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Before that first fascinating drunken kiss. "Never. But now that we have 'done the deed', I must say Amy, having intercourse with you has given me a great deal of satisfaction."

She smirked as she remembered this paraphrased quote. She had one of her own. "I would tell you to slow down Sheldon, I'm not quite there yet, but you made damn sure we got there together."

He lazily grinned down at her. "Indeed we did."

She pushed herself up to look at him. "You know when you thought you were poisoned by some quack medicine, I was attracted to you, but there was something off about you. You were totally out of character, doing things my Sheldon would never do. It was as if you were taken over by a different person. It was like the book about Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Except you were Dr. Cooper and Mr. Hyde. Mr. Hyde was exciting and sexually arousing, but I missed you Sheldon. I missed what makes you, you. I wanted Dr. Cooper not Mr. Hyde."

"Well of course you did, I'm exceptional." He looked at her with a touch of his natural arrogance but that boyish grin was still there. "Oh and Amy, the thought of me being Dr. Cooper and Mr. Hyde is preposterous."

Amy didn't mind being corrected too much; she was still deep in the afterglow. "And pray tell me why that assumption is preposterous?"

"It would have been Dr. Hyde."

A/N: Thank you everyone who has read, reviewed, favorited me and this fun to write little story. I hope you enjoyed it, and no pressure, but if you want to review I would be honored.