Author's Note: Has it really been 4 days since my last update? I realized yesterday that it had been 3 days since I had last written. Weird how time flies. Anyways, thank you as always for reading. I feel obligated to warn you that there are spoilers for the Star Wars franchise in here. Enjoy :)
Amy
When Amy woke up it took her a moment to realize where she was. She looked around at her many boxes of belongings, now regretting that she had said she would spend the day watching science fiction movies instead of unpacking.
She looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:03 a.m. As she was contemplating what to eat for breakfast, since she had yet to go to the grocery store, the events of the middle of the night came rushing back to her.
She looked over at the other side of the bed, but of course it was empty. Sheldon likely had been up for at least an hour…perhaps earlier, as he had fallen asleep in his bed at least a half hour earlier than his usual bedtime.
She recalled waking up with Sheldon's arms and legs wrapped around her. It had been a disconcerting, and yet thrilling, way to wake up. She had been slightly embarrassed when he had stated that she had bit him and yet he hadn't seemed much bothered by it; she supposed she shouldn't be either. She wondered briefly if she had had any further night terrors, but since she had not again awoken with Sheldon's arms and legs wrapped around her, she supposed she must have slept the rest of the night without incident.
She wondered at his capitulation with regards to sharing her bed for the remainder of the night. She had expected him to resist, but instead he had immediately agreed. She also had not failed to notice that he made no mention of the Relationship Agreement when she had grabbed his hand without asking, nor when she had kissed him in thanks. In both instances she had only realized after the fact that she had been in violation of the agreement. She had expected him to immediately quote the violations to her, but instead he had said nothing, allowing her to continue holding his hand until she had fallen asleep. It was a very curious turn of events.
She was jolted out of her reverie by a series of subdued knocks on her door.
Knock Knock Knock "Amy."
Knock Knock Knock "Amy."
Knock Knock Knock "Amy."
She threw off her covers and walked over to open her door.
Sheldon grinned at her. "Good morning Amy."
"Good morning"
"I see you are already awake. Excellent. If we are to watch all six Star Wars films today we need to get started by 7:30 a.m. There is a total viewing time of thirteen hours and fourteen minutes and of course we have to allot time for bathroom breaks and obtaining meals. If we start by 7:30 a.m. then, including the breaks, we should be able to finish before bedtime."
Amy stared at him blankly. "Thirteen hours and fourteen minutes?" What had she agreed to? She was now going to spend an entire day watching science fiction when she had several other more important things she could be doing.
Sheldon nodded enthusiastically. "I know. Isn't it exciting? I've already prepared breakfast for us. I know you have yet to go to the grocery store and we can't afford to wait for you to do so before starting the films."
Amy closed her eyes. She was feeling a little overwhelmed…for more than one reason. She had only just woken up, after a night in bed with her boyfriend, to find that he had cooked for her, and that she was now going to be subjected to over thirteen hours of films she had never before had a desire to view.
"Amy? Come on. It's already 7:17 and you still have to decide which order to watch the movies in."
"What do you mean? There's more than one order to watch them in?"
Sheldon nodded. "Oh yes. There are two different schools of thought on the proper way to view the films. You see, they were technically filmed out of order. The original movie is actually the fourth in the series and as such the older movies constitute episodes four, five, and six, whereas the newer movies constitute episodes one, two, and three."
"Well, wouldn't I want to view them in the order in which they were released?"
"That is the preferred method for most people. There are certain elements of surprise that would be ruined if you viewed them in chronological order. However, there are those that prefer a more chronological view of the events."
Amy was confused…and also very apathetic regarding viewing order. "Well which would you prefer?"
"Yes, that is in interesting question. My first thought was to of course have you view them in movie release order (that would be four, five, six, one, two, three), because, as I said before, there are certain elements of surprise that would be ruined. But then I realized two inherent flaws with that plan. The first being that after viewing the older movies and completely loving them, you would then be forced to sit through the tedious movie that is episode one. It would be quite the jarring experience I would imagine, and could indeed shake your enjoyment of the other three movies. However, if we go in chronological order, then you would view the worst movie first and by the time we get to the original films you would have forgotten all about it and would be able to enjoy them for the glorious movies that they are."
Amy blinked at him. "So which do you prefer?"
Sheldon raised his eyebrows. "This isn't about what I prefer Amy. I gave you the list of pros and cons for each viewing style, but I have decided to let you decide. It will be the first of what can only be many viewings of the series and I wouldn't want to deprive you of the decision."
Amy sighed. Now, when Amy couldn't care less, was the time when Sheldon decided to be selfless? "I believe I would prefer chronological order."
"Interesting choice."
"What? Is that not the right choice?"
Sheldon shook his head and held up his hands. "Far be it from me to deprive you of your decision to watch the movies in the wrong order. If the wrong order is the preferred way for you to watch it, then we will do it the wrong way."
Amy frowned. "Then let's watch it in release order."
"Now Amy, the decision is entirely yours. If you want to watch it chronologically, even if that isn't the way that George Lucas would prefer you to watch it, then don't feel obligated to conform to social convention."
It was too early for this. "No. I've changed my mind. I want to watch it in the order it was intended to be watched in. We shall start with the first movie which was released."
Sheldon smiled. "Excellent choice. Now hurry up, it is now 7:23, leaving you only seven minutes in which to void your bladder and evacuate your bowels before starting the film. I will have your breakfast waiting for you on the coffee table. What would you like to drink? I would advise against caffeinated beverages as the first scheduled bathroom break will not be for one hundred and twenty-five minutes."
"Herbal tea and orange juice will be fine."
"Are you sure about the orange juice? We are having pancakes. Orange juice does not go well with syrup."
Amy frowned. "Fine. Milk please."
Sheldon, missing Amy's annoyance, grinned again and said "Of course. I shall see you in…" he looked at his watch "six minutes and nine seconds." He turned around and walked back down the hall.
As Amy walked into the bathroom she reflected on just how excited Sheldon appeared. Even after all the time she has spent with him, it was still baffling to her how a man of his intelligence found so much enjoyment in a movie about make believe creatures.
By the time she joined Sheldon, with twenty-three seconds to spare, in the living room, she had decided that the best way to enjoy her day was to have an open mind. Perhaps she would end up liking the films. After all, she and Sheldon had so much in common. Perhaps she should give the films a chance.
"I'm confused…where does Spock fit in to this?"
Sheldon paused the movie, turning to look at her in disbelief. They were about 45 minutes into the first movie. "That's Star Trek…this is Star Wars."
"Oh."
"That's all you have to say? Oh?"
"Sorry. I guess I didn't see the difference."
"Didn't see the difference?" Sheldon closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes back he said, "They are not the same thing in any way, shape, or form."
"What do you mean? They both take place is space right?"
Sheldon narrowed his eyes. "Yes. That is the only thing they have in common…Star Trek was originally a television series."
"Oh. So it wasn't a movie?"
Sheldon rolled his eyes. "The original series ran from 1966-1969. After its cancellation there were a series of seven different films that ran from…I can't believe you thought Mr. Spock was on Star Wars!"
He appeared to be upset. Perhaps she had best apologize. "My apologies Sheldon. I did not realize what I was asking. Thank you for clearing that up."
He looked ready to continue protesting so she pointed out that they were now several minutes behind schedule and she didn't want to have to forgo the bathroom break between the first two movies.
"Wouldn't Luke likely suffocate if he is placed face first into the intestines of that creature?"
Sheldon looked over at Amy, shook his head and didn't answer the question.
"What? Well…wouldn't he?" It seemed like a valid question to Amy…
"So the empire was defeated by overgrown teddy bears?"
Sheldon's lips thinned. "They're not 'teddy bears'. They're called Ewoks."
"But doesn't it seem strange to you that a group of bear-like creatures with nothing more than sticks, rocks, and rope are able to defeat those who have thick armor and blaster guns?"
Sheldon narrowed his eyes. "No."
"Really?"
"Fine. Yes. But that's not the point."
"What's the point?"
Sheldon turned around to continue watching the movie. "Just watch the movie."
Amy shrugged and turned around to continue watching.
"Why did they have to burn Qui-Gon? Why didn't he disappear like the other guy did in the older films?"
"For once you ask a valid question."
Amy waited for a response. "Well…why did they?"
Sheldon turned to her. "That is a question best directed at George Lucas."
"…doesn't the inconsistency bother you?"
Sheldon's lips thinned again. He turned away from her. "Just watch the movie."
"I find it very difficult to believe that the scrawny, whiny boy on the screen eventually becomes the being that everyone fears in the later films."
"Indeed." He looked over at her as she opened her mouth to ask another question. He narrowed his eyes and shook his head. "Amy…just watch the movie."
"Surely George Lucas can't expect people to believe that a woman who appears to be six months pregnant by appearance gave birth to not one but two completely healthy infants and then proceeded to die, not from child birth complications, but from a lack of will to live."
"Indeed. It is a rather rash emotional response on her part. That is what she gets for falling in love."
Amy looked at him and raised her eyebrows. "Oh. Really."
Sheldon looked baffled. "Yes. Really. If either or both of them had had better control over their emotions then Anakin would not have rebelled and the dark side would never have taken over…the movie is almost over. Please just continue to watch."
That was an informative perspective.
Amy turned back around to finish the rest of the movie. She was glad the day was almost over. It had been exhausting watching all the films in one sitting. When it was finally over, she stood up, feeling very drained, her body aching, likely from sitting in essentially the same position all day long.
"I believe I am going to go to bed early. I think I may still be sore from yesterday. And the day's antics have left me mentally drained."
Sheldon nodded and Amy went to go prepare for bed, hoping she never had to watch all six Star Wars films again…at least not all at the same time.
She woke up suddenly, realizing it was dark and that she couldn't move. She looked down and saw a pair of arms around her upper body. She became aware of another warm body incredibly close to hers.
"Sheldon?"
He relaxed his grip, as he had the night before. She turned around to look at him, a mere six inches from her face.
"You were having more night terrors."
She noticed that his respiratory rate had increased. She felt her own respiratory rate increase and felt her heart start pounding. Her brain felt a little foggy and when she moved her joints protested. She supposed that was what happened when you woke in the middle of the night, not quite two days after lifting heavy furniture up several flights of stairs.
"I apologize again for waking you."
"As I said last night, your apology is unnecessary…although if this becomes a nightly routine, it will greatly alter my sleep patterns and could lead to cognitive impairment from a lack of proper REM cycles."
Amy found it difficult to concentrate with him so close to her. And it didn't help that they were in the dark and lying on her bed. She couldn't help but focus on his lips while he was talking. It was really quite distracting.
"Amy?"
She looked up at his eyes. "Perhaps you had best go back to bed Sheldon. I will be fine now."
He frowned in confusion. "Wouldn't it be best if I stayed here tonight as I did last night? You had no further night terrors. Perhaps my presence will again result in the remainder of the night passing without incident."
Amy was surprised. Sheldon was proposing staying in her bed with her? "Ok."
Neither one moved. Amy thought that it was probably best if she rolled over, because she still had a hard time concentrating on anything but Sheldon's mouth when he was so close to her, but she couldn't make her body obey her orders. She continued to stare.
After a few minutes, Sheldon finally spoke. "Amy?"
She looked up at his eyes.
"I can't fall asleep when I have so little space and you seem to be showing no signs of moving over to allow me more room."
Amy looked around her and realized that the two of them were indeed occupying only one third of the total bed space.
"My apologies." She started to move over, but decided at that moment to kiss Sheldon. She didn't think she would be able to sleep otherwise.
She turned back around quickly, grabbed his face, and kissed him, lingering for a moment. Then she pulled back, blinked and said "Good night."
She rolled over, smiling to herself, and fell back to sleep.
When she woke up in the morning it was to find that her body was aching and her head was completely fuzzy.
Oh no. She turned to look at the man beside her.
"Sheldon?"
His eyes popped open as if he had already been awake and he turned his head to look at her.
"I think I'm sick."
A/N: Thanks again for reading.This is one of those slightly filler chapters. Nevertheless I hope you enjoyed it. Please remember to review. I so enjoy them. :)