Sheldon keeps seeing this mysterious woman in his dreams. Her features are not visible, yet he can clearly see she has brown hair and glasses. She becomes more frequent in them and although he's not too concerned, he is curious as to why she's there. When he goes to a certain coffee shop, he realizes fate had stepped in.
Sheldon's favorite dream appeared to him, the Star Trek one. He was the captain commanding the Enterprise. He smiled in his bed as the dream continued.
"Captain!" Uhura shouted. "Enemy straight ahead."
"Throw up shields," Captain Sheldon said.
"Too late!" Spock replied.
Just then, they were hit. Everyone flew around the control room, explosions going off. Alarms blaring.
"No, no. Enterprise to base," Sheldon said out loud. Leonard cracked open his door, concerned. He knew his roommate spoke in his sleep. He could tell it was a Star Trek dream, so he didn't bother to wake him. He quietly closed the door and crept back to his room.
Everything faded when another explosion hit. When Captain Sheldon came to, he was lying on a table in the medical lab. There was a beeping, along with bright lights and a presence by his side.
He tried to concentrate on the voice, but it was muffled. The cadence, though, soothed him. He forced his eyes open to see a blue figure standing by his feet.
"Hello?"
The body turned to him. The figure was a woman, that much he could tell. And she was in a blue Star Fleet uniform.
Captain Sheldon took a moment to look over her, noting how the dress clung to her figure. Perky breasts bouncing under the fabric, a too-short skirt that hid nothing, and black boots covering legs that would last for days. She was gorgeous.
Sheldon unconsciously adjusted himself while he slept, unaware that this mystery woman was arousing him. In the dream and reality.
As the Captain scanned his eyes up her body, he saw she had her brown hair in a ponytail. A very curvaceous neck called to him. He swallowed and his eyes continued their ascent. He noted that this nurse, however, had glasses. What Captain Sheldon came upon next, however, scared him.
He couldn't make out the facial features. Her face was blank. There was a flash of green where the eyes should have been. The Captain was confused. There were no eyes, nose, mouth, nothing. He could see everything else though, including her curves and those shapely legs. And boy, did his body react to the woman in front of him.
Sheldon jolted up from his sleep, a fine sheen of sweat covering him.
What the hell was that?
He hadn't seen any horror movies recently, so he was unsure why this faceless woman appeared to him. It reminded him of those artist renditions where they draw a TV character but don't show their actual face.
Now running a hand over his face, he recalled the image. Everything about her was plain as day, except for her eyes, nose and mouth. He wondered who she was and why she was suddenly in this dream.
He looked down. Why am I hard?
Sheldon had no explanation for what had just happened. He would wait a few minutes before going for a glass of water to see if his little problem stopped.
This makes no sense, he thought. Who was that woman? Why can't I see her face? Why am I reacting?
After two minutes, he was calm. He got up and quietly opened his door to go into the hallway. No sign of Leonard. Walking quickly to the kitchen, he poured a glass of water and downed it in one gulp. He was suddenly parched and he couldn't tell why.
What the hell is going on?
At work that day, Sheldon looked up dreams and their meanings. He couldn't really find anything that would explain that confusing dream he had. Usually, the Star Trek one just had him leading the Star Fleet through space, encountering new worlds. He hardly ever had one that had an attack and never had he had one with a nurse in it. With that body.
He closed his eyes as her image reappeared. His breathing spiked and his heartrate accelerated. Who is this woman? Why can't I see her face? And why in the hell am I reacting this way?
Feeling a tingle in his groin area, he readjusted and shook his head. There would be time to think of the dream later. Sheldon reopened his eyes. He had work to do.
That Nobel Prize won't just arrive at my door, he thought. I have to actually chase it.
Little did he know that his dreams were chasing something else.
Over the coming weeks, he saw this faceless woman again and again. Always in the background, but regardless, always there. Her wardrobe had changed to more sensible clothing, to which he was happy. Sheldon didn't think he could take anymore of that Star Trek outfit nor that beckoning neck. He now usually saw a striped, purple sweater and khaki skirt that covered a good portion of those long legs. He kept hearing a sound though when she appeared. He thought she was speaking, but given he couldn't see her mouth, he couldn't make out what she said. She sounded like the teacher on Charlie Brown. Yet, the sound of her voice was soothing. Unlike Penny, it was very much an alto range.
While the first dream unnerved him, the others gave him comfort. She was becoming a stable point for him. No matter what his dream was, she was there in the background. If he dreamed about a breakthrough at work, she would appear. If he dreamt about hanging out with Penny or the guys, she showed up at some point. If he got scared in the dream, she would appear. And then he was calm.
Well, his mind was calm. She almost always influenced a certain part of his anatomy though.
Which once again, was something Sheldon didn't understand. He had never been one for wet dreams and hardly ever found himself aroused. He had to endure the torture during puberty of course, but that thankfully lasted a short amount of time. A homo novus such as himself couldn't win any Nobel prizes by giving into baser urges.
Yet, when this mysterious woman appeared, his body reacted. Sometimes it would be unconsciously, like his first Star Trek dream. Other times, he would be so hot and bothered that it would wake him up. He found himself needing cold showers more and more. It was truly baffling. Especially since he still believed he was above this.
One morning though, the dream woman crossed a line. While Sheldon slept peacefully in his bed, he dreamt that he was playing with a new model train. He was sitting at the coffee table, placing the last track on it as he reached for his controller. He started it and with a slight whistle from the tank, the train began circling around.
He laughed and applauded, his childlike demeanor on full display. Dream Leonard came in from his date with Penny. He saw the train and smiled.
"Hey, you got it working!"
Dream Sheldon's excitement was infectious. The bespectacled man walked over and sat in his seat while watching the cars go around and around.
At that moment, Dream Sheldon heard something. He looked up and froze.
There, sitting in his spot, was that mysterious woman. Tight purple sweater, khaki skirt, hands on her knees. Hair down, glasses sitting perfectly on her face. Or, what would be her face if her features were present. A flash of green crossed and was then gone in an instant.
"L-Leonard," Dream Sheldon asked. "Do you see her?"
Dream Leonard looked to his right. "Yes, that's mmmmry."
Dream Sheldon looked at his friend. "Who?"
Dream Leonard repeated the name, but once again it was fuzzy. Similar to the Charlie Brown teacher. The other physicist looked at his friend as though he had two heads. How does he not know her? She is HIS.
Dream Sheldon couldn't understand it. He looked back to the mystery woman. He couldn't be sure, but he thought she was speaking to him. The sound was soft and kind. He felt comforted all over. As though she was meant to be there. A warm feeling caressed him and he felt like he was at peace. He didn't even seem to care that she was sitting in his spot.
He stared at the faceless woman and suddenly his breathing increased. He felt a tingling sensation all over and there went his dick.
Sheldon bolted up in bed again, trying to regulate his breathing. He placed his left hand over his already-erect member. Flopping back on the pillow, he groaned.
"Not again!"
Kicking the sheets off of him, he wrapped his robe around him to hide his problem. Upon opening the door, he could hear Penny in the living room.
Does she EVER leave?
He went into the bathroom and locked the door. Stripping quickly, his erect member sprang free. Sighing, he turned the water on to ice cold.
He still could not understand why this mystery woman was causing this reaction from him. But frankly, he was growing tired of it.
Stepping into the shower, he screamed at the feeling of the cold water. He quickly covered his mouth in case Leonard came to the door.
When nothing happened, he then lowered his hands to alleviate his problem.
Even though he couldn't see her face, he could still picture her. Her soft, small hands gripping his dick and pumping relentlessly. He shut his eyes and threw his head back as his left hand supported his weight against the tiled wall. Mystery woman with the flashes of green was really there with him; he knew it somehow.
No longer feeling the water, he swore he felt what would be her mouth on him. It was impossible of course; but he saw her in his mind. The pressure, the feeling, they were there. Mystery woman was sucking him off and it didn't take long for him to release against the wall. Leaning his head forward, he shivered for a few seconds, unsure if it was from the water or the orgasm, before his senses returned. It had never been that intense. He looked around quickly, confirming that he was indeed alone. It felt so real.
Turning the faucet to warm, he finished his shower, feeling a strange mix of shame and satisfaction.
He really needed to get this under control. He was above these baser urges.
Yet Sheldon knew he would see her again that night in his dreams. That thought comforted him more than he would ever admit. Would she wear the Star Trek dress? Or that tight skirt? Maybe I'll finally see what is under all those layers….
This night was different.
Sheldon deduced later that it was probably the alcohol that had caused his dreams to evolve into what had happened.
Admittedly, it was not his best night. He awoke on top of the covers in his bed with a hangover and when he looked down, saw he had no pants.
What the hell happened last night?
His shoes were off, by the bed and his jacket was hanging up. He was still in his dress shirt, tie and socks. His briefs were still on and his hair was mussed up. He shook his head to clear the fog from his brain.
The Chancellor's Award banquet. Feeling faint. Penny suggested alcohol. I drank some….
Oh god….
Getting up from the bed, he opened his door and slowly walked the hall to the kitchen.
Once he saw the humiliating video, he ran back to his room. Collapsing on the bed, he covered his eyes and tried to slow his heartbeat.
She appeared. Behind his eyelids.
Not now!
He groaned and turned to his left. His dreams came flooding back.
He saw her, his mystery woman. They were on a train. He caught a word, "romance." He was angry. He started mocking her until finally, his lips connected to hers. Or, where he thought her lips would be. She tasted like brownie. Then he saw himself pull forward to hold her closer.
Sheldon shivered, remembering the feeling from that dream. It had felt so real, just like that time in the shower. And this was the first time he had connected with her. And from the looks of things, he was enjoying it.
His dick twinged.
"Ugh!"
Rolling onto his back, he tried to block out any light coming into the room. His head was beginning to pound.
I should get out of these clothes.
Needing a break from the embarrassment of last night and his mystery woman whom he now had actually touched in his dreams, he gathered his things to head to the bathroom.
And where the hell are my pants?
Arriving at the coffee shop, he turned to his friends to chide them. He did not agree to go on this date of his own free will. Like with Martha, he had no interest in this. Then, he had been bribed. Now he was being blackmailed. Sheldon really needed to get new friends.
"In a few minutes, when I gloat over the failure of this enterprise, how would you prefer I do it? The standard 'I told you so,' with the classic 'neener-neener,' or just my normal look of haughty derision?"
"You don't know we're wrong yet," Raj replied.
Of course they're wrong. They always are.
"Haughty derision it is."
"Excuse me."
Sheldon's head snapped up. He recognized that tone, that cadence. The soothing alto voice that he heard in his dreams. Turning to it, he drew in a breath.
Purple sweater, khaki skirt. Shapely hips. Brown hair, glasses. GREEN eye color.
"I'm Amy Farrah Fowler, you're Sheldon Cooper."
This was the woman who had appeared to him. This was the faceless one who wore the Star Trek dress that caused all sorts of trouble for his endocrine system. This was the woman who sat in his spot. This was the woman that had caused him all sorts of fantasies yet also, all sorts of comfort. This was the woman he had kissed on that train.
This was the woman of his dreams.
Fate had stepped in. Fate had shown him his future, even if he was unaware of it at the time. As he bought her a beverage and they walked to a table, he noticed the way her hips swayed against the fabric of her skirt. He swallowed, already feeling tension in his lower region.
Another cold shower in my future.
His brilliant mind was already working on how these two geniuses could bless the world with more of them. Maybe they can create a new race of beings. She would be the only one he would be interested in trying with, fascinating as she was.
Raj and Howard were forgotten. They found a table not too far away so they could get Sheldon out of there quickly when he said something inappropriate. Not if, but when.
Listening to Amy speak, the handsome physicist felt warm all over. Her alto voice comforted him in a way no one else had. Sheldon felt safe with her immediately. And he realized something. He had done it. He had met her, solved the mysterious equation.
This was the woman of his dreams.
Literally and figuratively.