`Chapter 16

a/n I apologize for the wait on this chapter, I have not had a time to type out my thoughts, so I wrote them down so I wouldn't forget. Also, you should no, for no reason related to this, that I WILL NEVER POST ANYTHING about Shenny. Thank you and enjoy this chapter c:

"Amy, what are you doing here?" Sheldon asked after a few moments of hesitation. Amy eyes him momentarily, then responded with "Your mother and Leonard came and collected me from my home." Leonard nodded knowingly. "Yes, well, I am well aware that Leonard has called my mother." "Yes, and why is that, Sheldon?" Amy asked curiously. Sheldon's eye twitched slightly. "I have no idea." He told her, avoiding eye contact. "Sheldon," Amy said sternly. "Look at me." Sheldon moved his eyes to her face, but didn't look directly into her eyes. "Tell me you have no idea why your mother is here."

Sheldon's eye yet again twitched and he moved to close the door, but before he did, he remembered that leaving a lady outside your door was something his mother would scold him for. Replacing his twitching eye with his normal emotionless expression, he moved aside and held the door open for her. "Please, come in." He said, trying to display some enthusiasm regardless of how irritated he was. "Thank you Sheldon," was all Amy replied before accepting his offer and entering his apartment.

Sheldon looked at Amy and felt relieved. She appeared to have relaxed and she stopped questioning him. "Would you care for a beverage?" "Tepid water please." She told him. He motioned for her to sit on the couch and nodded, moving into the kitchen to retrieve her tepid water. As he grabbed her drink, the memories from a couple of weeks ago flooded his mind. Would she still be willing to wait for him to start their relationship back up? Of course she would, she's Amy. But what if she didn't? He began stalling to give himself some time to think. Eventually, he came up with a logical solution to their situation and he calmed down slightly.

Walking out into the living room with her tepid water in his hand, he spotted Amy coming out of the bathroom. "Ah, there you are Amy." Sheldon smiled slightly at her. "Are you okay?" "Yes Sheldon. I am fine, thank you." Amy replied, perhaps too emotionlessly because Sheldon felt a thin tension hang above them. "Are you sure?" Sheldon asked nervously. Amy took her water from him and sighed nervously, sitting on the couch. After a moment of hesitation, Amy spoke up. "Sheldon," she said. "May I ask you something?" Sheldon moved to sit next to her in his spot. "Of course Amy," he answered, looking her in the eye.

"Sheldon," she repeated. "Your mother told me she's never seen you this… 'broken' is the term she used…" She paused before asking "Why?" "I don't follow." Sheldon stated confused. "Sheldon, you know what I'm talking about!" Amy snapped at him. She took a deep breath and continued more calmly. "What is it that you want Sheldon? If you're so 'broken' over this, then why did you agree to do this? And why did you have such a hard time when we were going out?" Amy had never told anybody else that they had 'broken up' and she kind of wished she did, so maybe she could have some advice right about now. When he didn't reply, Amy continued. "I've given you plenty of time and space and I haven't seen you like this since we had our first fall out back when we were only friends." The memory passed by Sheldon's mind and he was reminded of how upset he was without Amy in his life, he just didn't know how to tell her that.

"How do you propose we proceed?" She asked him. She eyes him closely and he took a shaky breath. "Amy, I think I have a solution that might help the both of us." He told her. Her eyes had a curious sparkle to them. Seeing her so generally interested in what he had to say made him begin to worry exactly how much she would be willing to go along with his plan if she liked it. He felt himself begin to perspire and his breath hitched.

Sheldon swallowed and tore his gaze off of Amy, glancing backwards towards the bathroom. "Amy, if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom." He told her simply. Then, he rose from the couch and made his way over to the bathroom, leaving a confused Amy behind him. She sat her water on the coffee table in front of her and held her head in her hands, sighing. I should have waited. Amy thought over and over.

In the bathroom, Sheldon sat on the edge of his bath tub with the door locked, his head tipped upwards. His breathing was erotic and his face was flushed red; his heart pounding. He couldn't deal with this-not now. Every time he played his idea over in his head his breathing was once again thrown off. He got up from his position and moved to lean against the wall, again throwing his head back and attempting to control his breathing. Within moments Sheldon felt his knees buckle and he slid halfway down the wall, knees bent and head in his hands. His face felt extremely hot, which only made him panic even more. He did not need to be sick right now. Abruptly, he jumped away from the wall and ran the opposite way into the door and hit his head, falling to the ground.

It was some time later that Sheldon's eyes rolled open and he found himself lying on the bathroom floor. He ground and got back onto his feet. Realizing that his clothes were now dirty from the bathroom floor, he made his way out of the bathroom and into his own room, completely oblivious to the raised eyebrow from his guest in his living room.

In his room, Sheldon's clock blinked rapidly, displaying that it was 7:0in the evening. Sheldon sighed, not only was he probably sick, but now his digestive system had to deal with his changed schedule. Slipping on his favorite pair of plaid trousers and his favorite flash tee, he walked back out into the living room, only to find Amy sat on the couch, next to his spot, reading a book from his book shelf. Moving into the kitchen, Sheldon spoke to her over his shoulder in the most controlled and emotionless tone that he could. "Amy," he said. "I am terribly sorry. I realize that in the haste of my bowel issues, I have neglected to feed us both. My apologies. What would you like to eat?" The whole time he spoke to her, his back was to her and he was busy fiddling with stuff in the kitchen. He did not see her intense gaze on him.

That didn't make any sense. Sheldon's bowels are always the same. Then again, I haven't been around him much in these past couple of weeks; maybe the guys tricked him into trying something new. Once Amy had logically thought out the situation, she dismissed the thought and continued to gaze at Sheldon. She had only been looking at him a few moments when he turned and locked eyes with her from the kitchen. "Amy," he said softly but sternly. "If you could please detest your obvious need for staring at me, as I am highly uncomfortable, I would send you the fondest regards." Amy unconsciously bit her lip and tore her gaze off of him and on her almost empty glass of tepid water. She swallowed and grabbed the glass, drinking the rest of it. Then she set it back down, to afraid to ask for more. Moments later, Sheldon spoke up again, his back yet again turned away from her.

"Amy," he said, and then he turned to her. She looked him up and down closely and he looked like his usual emotionless self, even though he was sure his nerves might kill him in the long run. "Yes?" Amy responded. "You never answered my question." He stated blankly, his voice devoid of any emotion. Amy let her breath escape that she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Which is…?" she asked, completely forgetting that he had asked her a question. "What would you like to eat?" he asked her again, slightly irritated at Amy's lack of eidetic memory.

"You can chose." She told him. Nodding, Sheldon then turned and moved back into the kitchen. Moments later, his voice rang out again, but this time, he was on the phone. "Yes, I would like two orders of tangerine chicken." He stated simply. There was silence for a second, and then he continued. "Yes, I am that guy." Amy raised her head and spared a glance at him, he seemed very distracted. "Thank you." He said and he hung up the phone. Cautiously, he moved to sit next to her on the couch once again. "Tangerine chicken?" Amy asked him. "Is that okay?" Sheldon asked shyly. Amy merely nodded towards him and sat back into the couch. "Amy, is everything alright?" He asked her again. "Sheldon," She said. "I answered your question, you never answered mine."

Sheldon searched his perfect memory for a moment, and he indeed found the moment when she had asked him all those questions. "Amy," he said slowly. "About my solution that I had mentioned earlier," he started. Amy nodded slowly, and he continued. "I believe that I would like to alter the paradigm of our relationship, restoring it back to when we were in the state of Boyfriend and Girlfriend." Amy smiled up at him, and he felt his nerves catch in his throat. "However," he stated. Amy's smile quickly disappeared. "To avoid the pressure and/ or distraction of physical contact, I propose that we restrict our relationship to only electronic communications." Amy's face displayed her puzzlement for several moments and Sheldon thought she wasn't going to say anything at all. Then, abruptly, she reached into her bag, pulled out a document and a pen, signed it, sat it on the coffee table in front of him, and without a word, she got up from the couch and exited the apartment, slamming the door behind her. With nothing but silence left in the air, Sheldon cautiously leaned over and peered at the document. It was Amy's official termination of their relationship.