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Part XXXVII...
"Oh, raven-haired locks on white pale skin, flowing like a river...Oh firm and solid chin jutting like some prow of a great battleship. Oh, warm brown pools of delight sparkling in the early morning sunlight...Firm, yet ample bust..."
"Oh...Oh...Sheldon...Oh...Oh my God! Sheldon?" Amy stared at young Sheldon, dressed in his usual plaid shirt and pants, with bow tie, declaiming to her...As she lay in chair, hair askew, blouse a bit undone...
Oh, by adult Sheldon in kissing me good night, last night...Oh, thank God.
"You inspired me, my love and future soulmate." Young Sheldon noted.
"Where's..." she looked about for rescue...
"He...Is in the bathroom. Admirably enough, adhering to a strict defecation schedule." slight sniff.
"Sheldon...Now. We have to talk." Amy sighed.
"Certainly, my love. Anything. But before you begin on what I assume will be a long discourse on how and why I should try to repress my passionate feelings for you, need I point out that I, being roughly twenty years younger than that rather lanky drink of water, my counterpart, would provide an extra twenty years of efficient sexual potency to what now remains to...Him."
"Sheldon..." Amy beamed. "You know, that's one of the nicest if somewhat bizarre proposals you've ever made to me. Only your wedding proposal and your declaration of your love for me top it. Really...But..."
"But...I'm twelve." Young Sheldon sighed.
"You're twelve...Admittedly a surprising twelve. And he's the Sheldon I grew to love. As are you..." she added hastily to his downcast features.
"And believe me, I am impressed by this display..." smile.
"He lacks passion. I could tell. Life must have killed it in me. Very sad." Sheldon shook head. "But like the cloned fellow in that classic 'Outer Limits' episode or 'Thomas' Riker in Star Trek, I can change that past. I can be a better Sheldon, not to mention that the twenty years younger thing will come in handy in twenty or forty years."
God...Amy sighed. I thought I had problems what with saving the world, losing my friends and family, and possibly being stranded twenty years out of my time...I never thought I'd have to shoot my beloved down, sort of.
"Sheldon, I love you...You know that. I always have. I always will. But if I were to go with you, I'd be betraying you both. Right?"
"The point had crossed my mind."
"And you have won me already...You know that." She smiled.
"Yes...I guess. But he's such a lame fellow. I had hoped to be...More. By his time." Sheldon shook head. "Does he really make you happy?"
"Blissfully. It was a struggle but...I loved the struggle. And if I were to start over with you, you knowing from the start..."
"I wouldn't let you down...I'd never..." he noted, hastily.
"I know..." Amy nodded. "But I'd lose something very precious...All the years I spent loving you and feeling you fall in love with me, even despite..."
"My lameness...Oh, dear." Sigh. "I've spoilt it for you, now."
"Certainly not." Amy shook head.
"But that's what you wanted to talk to Sheldon about last night, isn't it? Before you chose to wait given he remembered Mr. Pai's wonderful tangerine chicken had one serious drawback and spent two hours in the bathroom. I know now. I know we are meant for each other. I know you're here, now, your other self, looking for me."
"Well, I kept my distance. I didn't want you to think I was stalking you." Wan smile. "And there was this thing between me and Charlotte, my sister, about you."
"The angel." He nodded. Eyeing her. "That made you wince. Are you jealous?"
"Yes. Some." shrug. "She's so beautiful now, since her fifty-two surgeries. And she loves you. Though not nearly as much as I do." even-level, confident stare. "And she is a little better now that she cut back on her steroids and got back on her anti-psychotics."
"Good. I wouldn't want her unhappy over me. What do we do, Amy?" taking seat in chair next to her, head propped on elbows, staring at her.
"Sheldon, don't worry." she smiled. "Whatever you've learned about us, the bulk of our time is yet to be written. It's still waiting for you. And I have no intention of telling you anything more about it. I owe myself as much as you, that much. But...It means so much to me that you have a crush on me even now." Grin.
"It's hardly a 'crush'. This is the grand passion of my life. Uh-oh, here lanky water drink comes..." as bathroom door is heard opening. "We'll talk, later."
"Sure." Amy nodded.
Oh...One day...I am gonna have a little boy like this...She beamed. Oh...I don't care if one of me is stuck here.
Plus it would kinda give me a real one-up in my field to be twenty years ahead.
"Sheldon..." Sheldon nodded to young Sheldon. "Sheldon..." young Sheldon nodded, passing and entering the bathroom.
"Well, what did the little putz say?" he eyed Amy.
"You know very well what he said..." she frowned. "All these years...Damn you, why didn't you say anything?"
"It was only fragments, that are only gelling now. After all, it hadn't happened yet, in a sense." He noted. "I swear Amy, everything between us was new to me, mostly...Just..."
"Yes?"
"Well, ghosts of memory tugging...Like when I met you at the coffee shop and something said...Yes, this woman should be bought a beverage. And other times, but not clear memories...Just little tugs and nudges. I mean, again...None of it had happened yet, though now, I see...There was a destiny in it. And we had to live it. And I for one am grateful we did."
"He's crazy for me..." she grinned.
"That overheated little..."
"Twelve and pulsating with hormones...Sheldon? You never told me."
"I couldn't take the chance. I had to keep things controlled...Ummn."
"You did know...Something." She eyed him.
Sigh. "I knew...Someone...Was coming. And I had to wait for her. I just had to. Because she and only she... Be fair, Amy. You stalked me from age 11. Was it so very different?" a pleading look.
"No. But you honestly still don't remember...? I mean our memories weren't...Ready made?"
"Everything. Everything important between us. Was new to me, Amy." He nodded. "As will everything to come...Here or wherever we wind up."
...
"Seriously?" Xavier eyed Penny, shaking his leg and arm. "Handcuffs?"
"The hardware store down the block opens early, thank God. Thanks by the way for keeping some cash in this room, though I guess I owe your counterpart or Dr. Stein of this era. And yes, seriously." She nodded. "I don't trust you as far as I can throw you and that bed, Doctor. I do need you, though, for now. So, rest up. I told the staff Dad needed to be restrained till he got to his hospital appointment later today, but they'll bring you some lunch. And I'll be back soon. Stay put. Or I swear I'll break your skull next time." She paused at the door. "Take care, 'Dad'. Here, I'll leave the TV on."
"Oh, please...Don't." mock appeal as she left.
Seriously...He stared at the Star Trek rerun beginning...
Nothing I hate more than seeing that Shakespearean ham actor Stewart trying to claim James Kirk's seat.
...
Ok...Penny sat, trying to smooth her somewhat over worn open shirt over Tshirt. Be calm, be cool...She sipped at her coffee.
Dang no mocha favorings? No Coolata? I don't know if Penny Hofstadter can survive in this era.
No cell phones either, I see. Lord, I'm in the old timey days.
Of course it's the era when people could kill with those phone cords...One more way to get rid of my traveling companion.
Oh...My...God...She peered from her seat, her "smart" glasses perched to allow her to "blend in" with the student population, just in case Susan Stein might be lurking about.
And it might be necessary to at first claim to be Dr. Penny Hofstadter, physicist and time traveler...I mean this is 13 year old kid Amy...She'd thought. She might need to be impressed.
Dear God...It is her but...
She's...
Wednesday Addams...
Thirteen year old Amy Farrah Fowler, slender as a rail, all in grim black, hair braided and tightly pulled back to a ponytail.
My God, she's even found a black cardigan...
"Uh..." she tried waving. "Amy! Amy Farrah Fowler! Over here!" she rose, still waving. Amy, peering through horned-rim glasses, finally nodding and coming her way.
My little bestie...Oh...Look at her...
"Mrs. Hofstadter? I am Amy Farrah Fowler." Amy, standing before table, offering hand.
"Yes...Uh...Dr. Penelope Hofstadter...Very pleased to meet you."
"Doctor?" Amy eyed her.
You can do this. Act. Act...Like your Amy.
"Yes...Uh...Forgive my deception from yesterday. I had to make contact and felt necessary to employ subterfuge."
Yes, yes! Nailed it. Subterfuge! Whatever that means...
"Please have a seat." Penny offered.
Amy carefully eyeing her then taking seat at far edge of table.
"May I order you a beverage?"
I am on a roll here, Penny, inward beam.
Beverage, yes...A little Amy, a little Sheldon...And soon just a little...
Oh...God...Why...Why did I have to think of Leonard?
Weeping...Copiously.
"l only said I prefer water, 'doctor' Hofstadter." Amy, carefully.
"Yes...Yes, of course...I was just thinking of something...I lost..." Penny, weeping still.
"Perhaps I should leave...You seem emotionally distraught due to my presence and I dislike emotional distraught."
"Sorry...Please...Don't go." Penny waved hands. "I'll be fine in a minute. Just order your water, please."
"Very well." Amy nodded. A waiter passing took her request for still water, no ice. And many napkins for the sobbing lady.
"I should tell you the only reason I am here is because you mentioned Sheldon being in danger." calm tone. "I trust you were referring to Sheldon Cooper? Not any of the other 188 Sheldons currenly living in a twenty mile radius?"
"No, I meant Sheldon Cooper...Our Sheldon." Penny nodded.
"I see." The waiter returned, setting down her water. She taking sip.
"I'm waiting? 'Doctor'."
"You may not believe what I'm about to tell you, Amy but...I..."
"Perhaps we should take this outside this rather overcaffinated area...Before you again lose emotional control?"
"Maybe..." Penny rose...
"That way offers a degree of privacy but easy access to the crowd in case either of us feels the need to summon help..." Amy pointed. Penny nodded and they walked along, moving close to a concrete wall.
Oh, she is so adorably like a miniature version of my bestie...
"Don't move or try to run. This is a hypodermic filled with a solution containing pentobarbital sodium and phenytoin sodium..." Amy, grimly. Holding needle against Penny's thigh... "If I inject you, it'll kill you in one minute. Now, who are you, really? Are you the woman that I was warned about last night?"