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Amy wasn't sure if she had really heard anything or if it was just the marching, thumping painful sound in her head. She also wasn't sure if her, throwing up twice had been a bad dream or reality. She didn't know what was real and imaginary anymore. She just knew she wanted to sleep. For the next five weeks. And forget this weird dull pain in her head and the sore feeling in her stomach.

But the more she awoke, the more she realized that it wasn't just the pain inside her head that woke her up. It was her doorbell.

She moaned in pain, as she rolled out of bed and stumbled out into her living room, eyes half closed.

With an annoyed sound she yanked the door open. She squinted and realized it was Sheldon. "What are you doing here?"

"What a warm welcome" He sighed, stepped into the apartment and sniffled into the air for a moment. "Is that… schnaps?"

Amy closed the door and turned around. "No. Appletini."

He seemed confused.

"I might have gotten some of it on my clothes. They're over there on the chair. Don't worry, I am showered, I brushed my teeth and somehow managed to get my make-up off yesterday. If you want details I won't be able to help though." She massaged her temples for a few seconds before realizing Sheldon was discretely staring up and down her. Not discretely enough. "What?"

He shook his head and cleared his throat. "Nothing. Sit down, I'm gonna get you an aspirin."

Amy wandered over to her sofa and dropped herself onto it. Sheldon was behind her in the kitchen.

Just now she realized she didn't wear one of her usual night gowns. It was a plain pink silk nightie with white laces at the top from Victoria's Secret that Penny had gotten her for her birthday two years ago. She must have blindly grabbed it yesterday. Now she also understood why Sheldon had looked down. The fabric stopped a few inches over her knees. Under normal circumstances she would have eventually changed, but she felt too tired and saggy to get off that sofa again.

Sheldon came back with a glass of water and aspirin and sat down next to her, before he eyed her worriedly.

"Thank you" She mumbled. Her voice sounded slightly hoarse. She took the glass, put the aspirin into her mouth and washed it down with the cold water. It felt good running down her throat, like she'd extinguish a fire that had burned inside of her.

She emptied the glass, put it back on the couch table and leaned back, moaning and closing her eyes. Then she put her hand on her forehead.

"Headache?"

"Yes. But please…" She contracted her eyebrows. "No lecture on drinking. I know. It's my fault."

Sheldon nodded and then sat there in silence for a few minutes. Amy had put her hand back onto her forehead again. After another few minutes, Sheldon decided to take his jacket off. He silently hung it onto the coat rack and sat back onto the sofa. Amy hadn't even bothered opening her eyes but from her breathing rhythm he could tell she hadn't fallen asleep again.

Sheldon sighed and locked his fingers when he realized his hands were actually really cold.

"Amy" He quietly whispered to not scare her.

"Hmm?"

He carefully scrambled his hand under hers and laid it down on her forehead. She moaned in pleasure and he grinned. He let her enjoy this cold sensation for a few seconds, then he pulled his hand back. She grumbled.

"Well, it's uncomfortable like that" He was kind of lost and looked around. But there was only one way.

He sighed and leaned back into the edge of the sofa. "Come here"

Amy opened her eyes and turned her head. He sat there with open arms and she hardly could believe it. Was she still sleeping? Or dreaming?

But she realized it was not a dream when she had slowly crawled over to him and leaned against him, resting her head onto his chest. His arm surrounded her shoulder and his cool hand landed on her forehead again. "Okay like that?"

"This is perfect. Thank you."

They both smiled.

"Good morning, beautiful" Leonard rolled his eyes for a second, when he checked his clock and it showed 11am. He set the tray he had prepared for Penny down onto her bed.

"Mhmrmhmhm" She mumbled into her pillow. Then she turned her head halfway around and it was obvious that she hadn't managed her plan to shower and put off her make-up as well as Amy.

"Oh dear" Leonard sighed and went to the bathroom for a wet Kleenex.

When he came back, Penny was already sitting in bed and had washed down the two aspirin with the whole glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

She stared at her boyfriend quizzically, when he handed her the Kleenex, he just nodded towards the mirror and Penny almost got a heart attack when she saw her reflection and started cleaning her face immediately. Leonard just smiled while he watched her eating her croissant in silence a few minutes later. She still seemed to be disorientated, just like last night when she had come home and had claimed sex. Under normal circumstances, Leonard wouldn't have thought it over twice but she had been so drunk, that he had had to question his moralities if he had done it – even though she was his girlfriend. So he had taken her to her bed and had slept on her couch, to make sure he was there when she needed him.

"What happened last night" Penny moaned when she was finished with her breakfast.

"Girls night. I think you and Amy overdid it a little with the Appletinis."

Penny raised her hand to make him stop talking because just the word Appletinis turned her face green again.

Leonard grinned. "Sheldon headed off to Amy, too, to make sure she's okay."

"Yeah, he better did" Penny grumbled and looked angry all of a sudden.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, that's the least he can do after letting Jody flirt with him and not even mentioning once he is not interested in her!"

Leonard's inner alarm clocks went off. He cringed for a second and blinked a few times. So Penny already knew about Sheldon. It was only a matter of time before finding out about him. If he didn't stop this right now.

He grabbed his phone and typed a quick message to Sheldon, before putting it back into his pockets and getting up. "I'm gonna fill up your bathtub with a lot of hot water and foam, how does that sound?"

"That sounds good. But make sure it doesn't smell too much of anything. I'm still a little allergic to intense smells and I don't wanna puke all over my bathroom again…"

Leonard nodded and went to the bathroom with a little grossed out expression on his face.

Sheldon's senses were irritated by the buzzing in his right pocket. He stretched a little and felt a stinging pain in his back. He quickly opened his eyes and was confused the first few moments. Where was he? How late was it?

A quick check on Amy's living room clock showed him, that it was 11:15am. He must have fallen asleep while petting her head. Then he looked down. He had gotten out of his shoes, his legs were stretched out on Amy's couch table and Amy was lying on her back, with her head and a part of her back still resting on Sheldon's chest. His arm on her side and his hand was resting on the thin pink fabric at the height of her tummy. After he had made sure that Amy was still asleep, he enjoyed the silky feeling of her nightie for a few more precious minutes right under his fingers, then he carefully released his arm and somehow grabbed his phone.

'Penny knows' was all the text gave Sheldon of information. He shook his head and put his phone next to him. Then he raised his head a little and looked down. Amy's head laid so close, that he could sense the smell of her hair.

"Amy" He whispered. He had to go home, he had to get stuff done. The little nap had been more than outside the normal range of events and he needed to get everything back on track, as soon as possible.

"Amy, wake up" He tried again. The sun had gone away and it was cloudy outside and therefore a little darker in her apartment.

She sighed and turned aside, her head slipping down onto his lap. She snuggled into him. Sheldon swallowed. "Amy…"

"No" She mumbled. "Just a little more."

"We're on the sofa, Amy, and it's not even noon. We can't sleep again."

"Yes, we can. And if the sofa annoys you, then let's go to bed."

Sheldon sighed. He now was certain that she was still drunk, otherwise she would have never ever suggested that. "Amy, come on, get up now."

"I have a headache, it's Sunday, I want to sleep" She sounded like a little girl. "I want my bed."

"Well, then go to bed if you think it's a good and useful plan to spend your whole Sunday there!"

"I can't walk, I'm too tired"

With a big sigh, Sheldon pushed her head off his legs, stood up and swung one arm under the hollows of her knees, the other under her upper bag. He raised her like she was just a bag of feathers and carried her towards her bedroom. She giggled.

When he had put her into her bed and pulled his arms back, though, her facial expression became a little grumpy and she opened her eyes. This green almost struck Sheldon like a lightning.

"You can't leave now. Relationship Agreement, you have to take care of me when I'm sick."

"You are not sick, you are drunk."

"I'm not drunk anymore."

"Hungover."

"That counts as sick."

"Says who?"

"It's not defined, I have a headache and I'm suffering from slight nausea so please, Sheldon, stay!"

He sighed, her arguments had killed his Sunday plans. No Lego Death Star for him.