A/N: Thank you guys so much for all the support! You guys are awesome! Drop me a review, I always smile when I read a new one! Sheldon's even more OoC in this chapter.. He's slept in! Sheldon, wake up! We're waiting for your charm.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters on The Big Bang Theory, but sometimes I like to take them out to play.
Word Count: 1,057
Rating: M
Summary: Amy's birthday is coming up and Sheldon has the perfect present for her. After five years, he finally decides to show Amy just how much she means to him.

Sheldon's eyes opened, sunlight invading his senses. He grimaced, his gaze flickering over to his alarm clock. 11:43. He'd overslept. He sighed through his nose, sitting up with a stretch and reaching over for his cellphone. He rang Cal-Tech, calling in sick, before falling back onto his pillow and bringing up Amy's SMS.

S: I regret to inform you that I will not be able to visit you at your lunch break. I am ill.

A: I'm sorry to hear that. Would you like me to come over after work?

His eyes grew wide at her response. Of course he wanted her to, but Sheldon didn't want her to see through his lies. She would have found it strange if he didn't seem sick. He was a terrible actor, unlike Amy. Vixen.

S: I would very much enjoy that, but I am afraid of transferring my illness to you. Leonard can take care of me.

A: Oh. Okay. I hope you feel better.

He blinked, briefly considering responding 'I love you' before placing his phone back on the nightstand, pulling the covers back over him and letting sleep wash him over again.

"Where's Sheldon?" Raj questioned, looking over at the empty seat at their lunch table. Leonard shrugged.

"He wasn't up this morning. I didn't have time to wait for him to get dressed, my alarm didn't go off this morning," he explained, pushing his food around with his fork. "I just assumed he was sick or something."

"Weird. Sheldon never misses-" Raj began.

"Dude," Howard cut him off. "Sheldon's not here. Enjoy it while it lasts"

"Yeah, but what if he's really sick or something?" Raj scowled at him, obviously not amused by his joke. "It is our duty as friends to be concerned for Sheldon."

"Even though it's Sheldon?" Leonard looked at him skeptically before taking a bite of food from his fork. Howard snickered.

"Yes," Raj crossed his arms. "Even though it's Sheldon."

Sheldon sighed, running a hand through his uncombed hair as he stumbled towards the door. Who the hell is here at 12:45?! He swung the door open, all intentions of blowing up at God knows who was at the door until he saw who it was.

"Amy?" he breathed out in shock and surprise.

"Sheldon." Amy peered at him from behind her frames, scanning his mussed appearance.

"What are you doing here?" Sheldon demanded to know.

"Taking care of you, Sheldon. According to the relationship agreement, under the 'Boo-boos and Ouchies' section, as your girlfriend I am obligated to take care of you when you are ill and injured. Are you not ill?" she spoke with a tilt of her head.

"But.. I said Leonard could take care of me," the first few traces of nervousness began to prod his stomach. "You should be at work."

"I left early," she crossed her arms. "And, last I checked, Leonard isn't your girlfriend."

"How could he? He is not a girl, ergo he cannot be my girlfriend," his brow rutted in confusion. "You didn't need to come off work for me."

"But I wanted to. You won't be sick on my watch," she smiled at him, uncrossing her arms. "Now, may I come in?"

There was only one answer to that. He moved out of the doorway, beckoning her in with his own lopsided smile.

"Would you like some tea?" he questioned her.

"Yes, but I can make it. You just sit down and let me take care of you." she nudged him gently towards the couch before scurrying off towards the kitchen.

It wasn't long before the tea was made and Amy was in her usual spot next to Sheldon on the couch. As the minutes ticked by, and Amy kept asking questions about his 'condition', he began to feel as though a weight was pushing his shoulders down.

"Have you experienced any nausea, diarrhea, or -"

"Amy," Sheldon cut her off, heaving a great sigh. "I'm not sick."

"What?" Amy blinked at him in confusion. "But, your text said -"

"I know." his eyes darted away from her.

"Well, if you're not sick, why didn't you come in to work today?" she scrunched her nose up in thought.

"I was tired. I was up late last night." The truth.

"Why were you up late?" she looked at him quizzically. Sheldon never deviates from his schedule.

"I... Had a bad dream.." A lie.

"But that's not a reason to miss work.." she crossed her arms.

"I was tired," he repeated himself, looking at her. "I've been working my posterior off lately, is it so wrong of me to want to stay home for once?"

Silence.

And then "I don't believe you," his gaze darkened. "Why did you stay home?"

"I told you." his brow rutted in anger.

"Why did you stay home?" her voice came louder.

"I was tired." he heard his own voice raising.

"Why did you stay home?" it was followed by the loud slam of his mug on the table.

"I was tired!"

"Why did you stay home?!" he got up. She followed him.

"I was tired!" his hands balled into fists.

"Tell me the truth, or I swear to God, Sheldon, I will walk out that door and I will never come back!" she pointed to the exit, emphasizing her point, her angered gaze never leaving his.

He didn't really know how to respond to that. His angry expression seemed to melt away as it was replaced with one of fear. He didn't want her to leave. He never wanted that to happen again. And so, he answered in the one way he knew how, the one way he could voice his fears without uttering a word. In one stride he was against her, his lips crashing down in an embrace of fear and anger.

"You." he breathed as he pulled back.

"W-What?"

"You. I couldn't sleep because of you. It's always you." he mumbled into her ear while nuzzling his nose in her hair. Strawberries.

Her heart leapt. "I kept you awake?"

"Yes," he pulled back, looking into her eyes with a smile. "Vixen."

"Hoo!"