Sheldon Swifties LIX: "The X-Advisors…"
Summary: Like my Immortal Beloved bits in my Buffyverse stories, these are fragments and short bits, some longer…Just to fiddle with ideas, possibly forming longer tales later.
Disclaimer: All is Chuck's…
[Don't know if I'll do it at ffnet but I'll soon redo this one as simply "The X-Advisors…" as it's long out grown the SS format. At my Buffy Rebecca verse, and Wattpad with pics, in a bit. But any changes I decide on for earlier parts I will try to put up at ff. as well.]
Part XXXV…
Kripke rolling eyes…Amy trying to bear…
Sheldon and young Sheldon arguing over who gets the preferred chair in the proper spot for nearly twenty minutes in order to proper enjoy "Star Trek the Next Generation…"
"As Senior Sheldon…" Sheldon noted. "I believe it should be age…Before beauty…"
"Thank you, Sheldon. But as the person whose signature is on the lease here and your host…" young Sheldon noted.
"Making me the Guest! Bazinga!"
Hmmn…He may have me there…
Theme music playing on TV…
No time…
"Oh, please, Sheldon! Let the boy have his chair!" Amy sighed.
Hmmn…Love? A gallant yielding to please my lady love?
Or…War? I can't let this little putz defy proper social convention and make me, the Guest, sit anywhere.
It would ruin several of my arguments with Leonard, Penny, and Wolowitz over future years…
If there is a future for us…
Hmmn…Young Sheldon pondered.
It is, after all the social convention to let the Guest have the preferred chair. And it would impress Amy with my charming childlike innocent yielding.
But…
I can't let this putz defy the Host's natural right to His spot.
"I'm willing to make a one-time concession…Being a considerate Host." Young Sheldon noted. "But only if you formally recognize the Host's right to His spot."
Hah! Adult Sheldon leered triumphantly. I not only concede it, I applaud it. The core argument of at least another dozen future Spot debates.
And I get my Spot!
"Done. Fetch the stationery."
"If you are me, you know where it is." Young Sheldon eyed him. "It will be final proof of what you say…So I don't have to call the Campus Police and tell them there are two strange adult males and one lovely old friend…" Beam, Amywards…. "In my apartment."
"But…It's in the bedroom in your desk. If I go fetch it, I'll miss Q insult Picard."
"Time is slipping away from you, counterpart." Young Sheldon, archly.
"Kripke! Go get the stationery." Sheldon ordered.
"Go to Hell." Kripke, leaning back in seat.
"Tick, tick, tick… 'Ah, Picard…' Young Sheldon imitating John De Lancie at the quote.
"Damn…I'll get it." Amy, furiously mumbling under her breath.
"Oh, no…Let me." Young Sheldon hurriedly. Smug smile at the nonplused adult Sheldon.
Hah. Score young Sheldon. As Amy smiled upon his retreating form.
You smug little…Sheldon glaring…
…
The female dorm room of one Amy Farrah Fowler, younger counterpart of Amy Farrah Fowler…
The only singlely occupied dorm room besides one reserved for a severely disabled student and one for an Indian millionaire's son who likes to hobnob with the American common man…
Singely occupied at least since two roommates had fled in turn…One simply unable to bear the constant studying and lack of social interest of the second youngest student on campus, the other unable to bear the numerous giant photos of young Sheldon Cooper and of Amy's poor sister, Charlotte…
Her surname "the Elephant Girl" pretty much explaining …
Leaving young Amy perhaps a bit lonely but happily able to indulge her various intellectual whimsies, study 16-20 hours out of 24 when not in class for the day, and constantly research, write and occasionally, talk, regarding her favorite non-school subject, namely Sheldon Cooper.
"Yes, Charley…I know." Sigh.
"But it's wonderful you can now move your left arm freely. And no scarring? That doctor is really good. Charley? Of course you'll look wonderful when he's finished. Best of all…What? Charley…I was there just two months ago, after your last operation. I had to ask Gran Mag, you know. I can't ask again, not so soon." Sigh.
"Charley of course I wanna come, I know you're lonely. France is an intellectual wasteland outside of literature and art which are all very nice, but…Come on. I'm spending a fortune to talk to…Charley? Don't insult me in French!" glare at phone. "You know I love you. What? That's not true. I did not abandon you! I've been there three times these last two years. There's been no money for travel since Dad left and Step dad is not rich. Yeah, he is sweet, just like Mr. Teller that magician." Beam. "And he would have you home in a shot, Charley but… Well…Mom."
Sigh… "Don't say that Charley. You don't hate Mom. She's just…Compensating. Since Daddy left and drunk himself to death, she's been a wreck. Religion is putting her back together so…"
"Charley, Gran Mag would have you if she could but you know she's old and she's ill…And she can't care for…I would come, Charley but I've just started here. I'll be there for the summer and you'll come and we'll see you without the bandages…What? Mr. Fuggles has lost ninetenths of his mass? That's wonderful, the steroid treatments are working. I tole you!"
Uh…
"What about Sheldon?"
Uh…
"Well, sure…I have heard of him…From time to time. This is his campus, after all, and he is a star here. Yeah, I did hear he might be up for the Stevenson next year. What? Charley? That's absolutely not true. I am not taking him away from you. How could I? He doesn't know I exist. What?"
Frown…What's that supposed to mean?
"Of course I'm keepin' an eye on him. I'd never slack off there. I'm just sayin'. What? Charley? Last year you tole me…I know things have changed and I'm…Charley! I never wished you were dead! Charley?!"
Sigh at the click. She set down phone and turned to her journal…
"Dear Diary,
I called Charlotte tonight and she's finished operation #11. All went well and her left arm is finally, fully, free. But she's madder than ever at me, all over Sheldon. She's convinced that I abandoned her over there to take him for myself…What a complete…"
Sigh… "Well, to be honest…I never abandoned her. But maybe I have, somewhat, abandoned my pledge of Sheldon to her. But geesh…She gave me Sheldon when she thought she was going to die and I only gave him up to her because I wanted her to have something to fight before, besides Life. Maybe it was wrong for…"
Phone ringing…
"Charley? Charley, if this is you?"
"Hey…" Penny, repressing the urge to "bestie"… "Is this Amy Farrah Fowler?"
"It is. If you are a debt collector, please call my mother at…"
"No, no…This is Penelope Hofstadter."
"I see. Hello?"
"Yes. Mrs. Penelope Hofstadter…"
"Excuse me, are you…Crying?"
"Oh…No, no…" weeping… "Just a trying day, bes…Amy."
"Pardon me? How and why are we on a first name basis?"
"Sorry…Dr. Fowler."
"I think you have the wrong Amy Farrah Fowler, Miss…"
"Mrs…Hofstadter."
"Yes…Are you a white supremacist or anti-Semite? I'm half-Jewish but proud of my origins on all sides."
"No…And I know you are, Amy…Ms. Fowler. But you're one of the only people who can help me. Plus I need to warn you."
"Warn me? Warn me of what?"
"Beware the beautiful blonde who looks like…Ummn…Battlingstars Galaxy Queen or something…She's sci fi. That should be enough."
"Miss. Are you one of my former dorm mates? Or a high-school class mate?"
"What? No…Oh, wait uh…Yeah…yes…I'm a high-school classmate. The former homecoming Queen, remember me?"
Yeah, there's the way in…
"The one who stuck my head in a toilet and said freaks like me and my sister should be exterminated?"
"Uh…No…I was the nice one…Remember the nice one?"
"Not…Really…Unless you mean the blonde one who saw me once on the street during a parade and told me she thought it was very nice that a girl with nothing to look forward to because of her looks took such good care of her hideously like Quasimodo sister?"
"That's me!" Penny, happily. "How is Quasi, your sis?"
Gee…Amy…You never said much about her, come to think on it.
"Safe in France from the likes of you. I'm hanging up…"
"No! Wait! Amy, girlfriend!" bright tone. "I just got here to Austin and looked you up, a former classmate and ole pal. I wanted to see you."
"Are you saying you, six years older than me, finally graduated and made it to a reasonably decent university and you want to 'look me up'. A girl who graduated at eleven and is working on her doctorate at 13?"
"Yes!"
"Oh…Cool. Uh…What do I say? I've never been invited to be 'looked up' before."
"Just say you'll meet me at the university coffee shop in the main campus quad tomorrow at ten."
"Eleven. I have class at ten."
"Sure, fine. Ok. I'll be the blonde one who's eighteen but might look ten years older because of her…Maturity."
"You just said…'Beware the blonde one'…Well, 'Beware the beautiful blonde one'. Are you not beautiful? Or did you lose your beautiful looks?"
"Neither…I mean…I am kinda…Beautiful." Penny, beaming. "But I'm not that blonde. She dresses much fancier, kinda a show off, ya know? And she's pure Evil."
"Really."
Note, dear Diary…A crazy person claiming to be someone from my high school called and…
"You sound like you think I'm crazy…Amy? Listen, please. It's very important. We really hafta meet."
"I see." Sigh. "I'm sorry. I knew my allure for the lesbian portion of the female student population might be overwhelming and I do appreciate the honor of being hit on and must admit I'm even a bit intrigued but…"
"No, Amy! Please. You've got to meet me! Sheldon! Sheldon is in danger!"
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