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…
Part XLIII…
"You really resemble your little brother, Georgie..." young Susan Stein noted to the said "Georgie" as they sat in the Stein living room, he carefully isolating himself in chair, she on sofa, having asked if he would care to watch some TV with her. She not yet enrolled in her private school near campus for the spring semester, though her dad had been considering to have her tutored at home for the year's remainder after the recent disruptions in the Stein household.
"It runs in the family...Ma'am." Sheldon noted.
"You want something to eat? Martha can make you some eggs or toast? Or more coffee?"
Uh… "I'd shorely like a beverage. Sheldon recommends I lay off the coffee more. To try and increase my lil' brain's functionality."
"Juice? We have apple, grape, and orange."
"Orange, thank you ma'am."
"Ok, and how about something to eat? You're thinner than your little brother. I'm gonna have some toast. Have some with me."
I remember...He sighed, looking at her warm smile. She was truly the sweetest thing. No wonder…
Well, it was just a passing fancy...Mostly on her part…
"Toast would be nice, thank you kindly." nod.
"Martha?!" she called to the Stein housekeeper, now in the kitchen, a friendly middle-aged woman whom Dr. Stein had hurriedly introd Sheldon to as the brother of young Master Cooper, here for a visit but waiting with Susan for his brother's return from class.
"Yeah, honey?" call.
"Could you make Mr. Georgie and me some toast? And may he have some orange juice?"
"Ok, sweetie..." return.
"Thank you! Would you like to watch some TV? I study from ten to lunch and then in the afternoon till two when Dad takes me to my friend Alice's house to play till he finishes teaching. I like to watch old movies and science fiction. Do you like old movies and science fiction, Georgie?" Susan asked.
"Well...I like the sci-fi, though I don't really understand it, ma'am. Sheldon has to explain it for me. He's real good at that. His sister Missy and I love the way he explains it all to us."
Frowning image of young Missy appearing before him… "We just...Love...The way you explain it all, Sheldon. Over and over again."
Yes, fact check confirmed...He nodded to self.
"There's Mr. Clinton..." Susan pointed a twenty years younger Bill Clinton on the television… They say Mr. Clinton will be re-elected. You think so?"
"Uh...Don't rightly know, ma'am."
"Dad says he's a sure thing. I like him, he seems nice and I like how he plays the saxophone." smile. "I play violin and piano, do you play?"
"The theremin, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am." as Martha set his orange juice down.
"The theremin? Like in the sci-fi movies?" Susan asked, impressed.
"I'll bring the toast out in a minute. Butter and jam?" Martha asked.
"Yes, please for me. Strawberry? Georgie, would you like butter and jam? We have grape, too."
"Dry is fine, ma'am."
"You should have some fats. Dad says the nutrition people are all wrong about fats nowadays, they're essential in limited quantities."
"So I hear tell. But dry toast is fine just now, thank you...Ma'am."
"You can call me Susan." she beamed. "Is Sheldon nice? He seemed nice."
Hmmn...Cast myself as a monster she ought to avoid like the plague?
No, too obvious a lie…
An icy and ruthless seeker of Truth, closed off to all human contact by his quest for said Truth, found solely in Science?
Please...With my warm and open persona?
Best to offer cautious and believable praise...Ah, and mention...I be taken.
"He is, ma'am. The best brother a dimwitted fellow like me could have, very patient with those of lesser ability...Ma'am. Oh, but he is taken."
"Oh. O...H." Susan brightly, then sighing. "Taken? By whom?"
"Nice diction, ma'am. Product of bein' raised civilized not in a wilderness like East Texas. I reckon."
"Thank you. Taken by whom?"
"Oh...By..."
Do not say "Amy Farrah Fowler"!
How about…
"Charlotte Fowler, ma'am."
"Oh...Does she live here?" Susan asked.
"Toast, folks." Martha set toast and butter and jam down.
"I'll be in the laundry. Just off the kitchen." eyeing Sheldon a bit.
"Yes, ma'am...Thank you for the toast and juice, ma'am."
"Thanks, Martha!" Susan agreed.
"I didn't know Sheldon had a girlfriend. Would she mind if he took me to the movies or something?"
"Charlotte? Mind?"
Cut to shot of a beautiful, vengeful, raging mad Charlotte threatening him and Amy…
"Why...No. She's openminded on them there things."
"Ok, good. I'd like to make friends with Sheldon, he really sounds special and Daddy says he seems to need a friend. Doesn't Charlotte come to see him?"
"She would, but she's in France. In school."
And under the knife, currently almost certainly.
And oh, she would come if she could. Oh, would she, breathing fire and vengeance.
Oh, hells bells! Why did I say "Charlotte"? Amy is sure to freak and think…?
Ok, the plan was never to let Amy and either Susan meet anyway. Besides if Amy meets young Susan here, she'd almost certainly kill her without hesitation.
So, problem solved.
No, I swear Amy. This was not a Freudian slip.
"Georgie? Are you ok?" Susan, a bit concerned at his anxious face.
"Just fine, ma'am. Just thinkin' on how empty my life is now Sheldon's moved on to start his destiny."
"You miss him." she smiled.
"Shorely, ma'am."
"I bet he misses you. Dad says he thinks he's very lonely here. He reminds him of himself when he was young. But Dad's such a wonderful man now, with so many friends. I think Sheldon will be fine." beam. "But it would be nice to have him for a friend and he wouldn't be so lonely. Would Charlotte mind?"
Hmmn...Deflect her wrath from Amy to…Plan D, excellent.
"Not at all, ma'am. Charlotte's very easy goin'."
Meaning she won't kill you if you're her sister till she learns you're dating me and I've declared my love.
If you're her sister…
Yes, excellent...If a bit ruthless.
I don't give you a year once Charlotte recovers from all her surgeries. If someone should perchance let slip to her that you and I, younger, are hot and heavy.
Amazing she didn't catch on to you before...But we were only together a short time before I had to move on to Cal Tech and your dad had to send you away when Mrs. Stein made trouble...
"I miss my mom. Do you miss your dad? Sorry, my dad told me you and Sheldon lost your dad."
"That's very kind of..." Sheldon blinked.
Oh, Lord...That was it.
Dad...She told me how sorry she was about...Dad.
That's when...I swear Amy, it wasn't love. But she was so kind, so sweet.
I kissed her. I...Kissed...Her.
"Georgie? I didn't mean to make you sad." Susan, earnestly, now at his side.
"It will get better." she patted him.
Kissing him on cheek.
He stared at her…
Oh, Susan...How can you be so kind and so sweet and...What you became?
"You like your toast?" she had resumed her seat.
"It's just fine." he nodded.
"Well, lets see what else is on besides the news? Oh, look 'Wuthering Heights'. I love that movie. Is it ok?"
"Shore, ma'am. Whatever you like."
"Cathy..." Heathcliff on the heights with Cathy, stroking her hair. Music playing…
"I am Heathcliff..." Susan intoned. "I love this story. Wouldn't you like to be loved like that, Georgie? By him, I mean. Cathy's a little flighty until she dies and comes back."
"I am Sheldon..." Amy intones, standing on the moors, Sheldon holding her. "Amy...My Amy..." he strokes her hair. Music playing...
"What, ma'am? Oh, yeah."
Yeah...He beamed, wanly.
A phone rings…Martha hurrying over.
"Mr. Cooper? Call for you, it's Dr. Stein."
He stared but rose.
"Is anything wrong, Martha?" Susan called, anxious. "You better take it, Georgie. I hope nothing's wrong."
He hurried to the phine in the kitchen which Martha handed him.
"Cooper! Quick. Maggie Fowler has summoned the police. You'd best get out while you can!" Stein's voice hissed.
"Maggie Who?" Sheldon asked.
"Amy's grandmother. It seems Amy made contact but it's not gone well. Hurry, Sheldon! We can't have you trying to answer questions in police custody! Put Susan on and I reassure her. Now, hurry!"
"Susan! Your dad needs to speak to you! And I have to go!"
"Is Sheldon ok?" she hurried over.
"Yes, yes. Fine. But I must leave. Lil' lady. You had best talk to your daddy. Thank you for the juice and toast. And...Sorry, Susan." he eyed her carefully, handing over phone.
"It's all right, Georgie." kind smile. "Please don't worry about it. Come and see me again, soon?"
"Thanks, ma'am. Gotta go!" he called to Martha, hurrying out.
...
The hurriedly dismissed class, on the arrival of a campus officer's request to speak with Dr. Stein, was filing out of the advanced class' seminar room, young Sheldon keeping seat to the end as Stein spoke on phone.
This is bad, he reflected.
"Sheldon?" Stein waved to him, setting down phone. Sheldon hurrying over to him..."There's been a complication. The campus police are on their way to my home, by Amy's grandmother. It seems Amy must have tried to connect with her and it didn't go well. I've warned Sheldon to flee. We'd better get back to the house and see if he managed it. I've tried to explain to the police here but they may still have to speak to Sheldon. We should try to prevent that, it could be dangerous."
"I agree. Lets hurry, Doctor." Sheldon nodded.
"Yes. And I'm worried about Susan. I told her everything was fine but if the police come..."
Sheldon eyed him… "She's not as stable as she seems, is she?"
"The first signs are showing...But nothing serious. I try to keep her away from stress and disturbance, but it's been especially difficult these last two years." as the two hurried out and down the hall to the stairs exiting to the parking lot. Hurrying to Stein's car, which he unlocked.
"I suppose..." Stein paused as they sat in his car. "I should consider more intensive care for her...But..."
"It's very hard to know exactly what to do, in such situations, I'm told." Sheldon noted.
"That's very kind, Sheldon." Stein smiled wanly, inserting key and turning. "But I think Amy and your later friends might think differently."
Both jumping at a whang on the window...Whoa, Sheldon turned to see an elderly version of Amy frowning at him. Amy and Kripke beside her.
"Francis..." in high-pitched tone. "Open up at once!" Dr. Fowler-Horowitz cried.
My Lord...Sheldon gasped, staring. As Amy looked anxiously at him, waving for him to open the car door.
She's just as beautiful old as she is grown up. Oh, I done scored the winning goal.
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