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Amy was his.

The guys all understood this. Well, Leonard had to be put in his place once, but now he understood.

Why didn't Amy understand?

The dating site matched her to him. She rejected her animal hindbrain and walked away from Zack to join him. So why would she waste her time with anyone but him? Why would she waste her time with Stuart? Why didn't she turn him down? Sheldon had been so sure she would turn him down.

And where did Stuart get off thinking he was worthy of Amy Farrah Fowler? He with his art school degree. Ridiculous. First Penny and now Amy? The nerve. The sheer gall. Why did they even still visit his store?

Sheldon sat at his desk, typing furiously. Furiously in both senses of the word. According to his Facebook sleuthing, he didn't have much time before Amy and Stuart would be out on their second date. This madness could not stand. It really shouldn't have come to this, but it did. Now he had to set things straight.

He thought that he and Amy had reached an unspoken understanding. After all, they were both highly evolved. Clearly they were meant to support each other in their intellectual pursuits. She wasn't supposed to be running off with other men. Sure, there may have been a time when Sheldon thought that could work, that Amy could satisfy all her touchy-feely girly needs with someone else, leaving the two of them free to cultivate their relationship of the mind. But now he knew that was no good. What if he was on the verge of a breakthrough and needed her and she was stuck on some inane date? No. She was the closest he'd ever found to an intellectual equal, and he didn't expect to find another. She needed to be available to him whenever he needed her. And he in turn would be available to her, as long as it fit his schedule. That was the way it had to be. It was what was best of them and for the future of science.

Why didn't Amy see the logic in this? If he saw it, she should have been able to see it too. He shouldn't need to spell it out for her. She should understand it implicitly. And they shouldn't need labels like "boyfriend" and "girlfriend" to make that happen. They were supposed to be above all that.

Although . . .

Sheldon really did love labels. He had the label maker (labeled "label maker") to prove it. It was one of the most instrumental tools in keeping his life organized. Without it, his world would descend into chaos.

Much like it was now.

So maybe it was his mistake in assuming he and Amy didn't need to define their relationship. If she needed to be labeled, then so be it. It was better than setting the scientific world back decades by letting her run off with some liberal arts major.

Just a few more minutes of typing, a quick read through and spell check, and Sheldon was done. The Relationship Agreement. Thirty-one pages to put his world back into place. He saved it, gathered up his bag and notary stamp, and refreshed Stuart's Facebook timeline. They had already checked into the movie theater. For a moment Sheldon saw in his mind's eye the two of them sitting close together in the dark, Amy watching the movie screen and Stuart watching Amy. Stuart noticing the way the light shined on her hair or admiring how intelligent she looked when she's focused on something, and maybe he would lean in even closer to her . . .

Sheldon shuddered in revulsion. No. Unacceptable. He would have to go to the theater himself and put a stop to it. He could go have the agreement printed and bound at Office Depot after.

Amy was his. All she had to do was sign at the bottom to make it official.

Author's Note:

Sorry it's been a hot minute since I've updated this. Hope you liked this new addition. :)

I'm not actually sure when exactly Sheldon managed to write 31 pages in all this. Personally I didn't get the impression that he had the document on standby just in case or anything, but who knows? In any case, I don't think he completed it until that same night.

Thank you to my beta reader Stark for looking this over.