Chapter 3: Unfortunate Circumstances.

Dedicated to shamybabboos: You should have asked me for it. How could I say no?

- Today, I had to take my husband's laptop to University for an in-class exam. I opened the screen, and loud porn started to auto-play. The silence in the class was deafening as I tried to make it stop. FML-

Warning: Dangerously sweet OOC Sheldon. Rating: T.

Beating the hectic morning traffic was one thing, but being 10 minutes late to a lecture you're conducting is another. It was apparent that Amy's day wasn't off to a good start. So it would be wise to deduce that the universe and its order was now out of place and in the future awaited many things that could go wrong.

And no matter how superstitious you are or how familiar you are with Chaos Theory, loud pornographic noise coming from your laptop in the middle of a deafeningly silent class of 120 CalTec University students is not something one could predict.

And Amy certainly did not anticipate that something like this would ever happen to her, let alone in a classroom she was teaching. She tried to block the barely suppressed giggles of the students as she tried to turn off the infernal tab that had decided to run its course during the unfortunate situation.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Dr. Moser, her respected guest for the class, shift uncomfortably in his chair beside her. She was not sure if he was embarrassed, amused, or aroused. But she was sure of one thing. She was going to kill Sheldon Lee Cooper.

Roughly one day and a half ago:

"Sheldon, stop it!" Amy Fowler-Cooper tried to get out of her husband's grasp while simultaneously trying in vain attempt to put her heels on.

She bent over to assist her feet in to the 4-inch heeled shoes, a position that only made her pajama clad husband enthusiastic to grind his pelvis against her beckoning posterior. He dragged his big hands against the soft fabric of her blouse and tried to reach the two globes on her chest only to have his hands slapped away by his annoyed wife.

"Sheldon, I do not appreciate you groping me in the middle of our living room while I'm trying to get dressed for work."

"Well, why not!" Sheldon whined like a child who's been deprived of his favorite toy; which was an accurate analogy to his current situation. However, he ceased his endocrine system-driven actions to walk dejectedly over to his spot on the couch and sulked silently.

Amy sighed seeing the sad expression on her husband's face, knowing that this was partly her fault.

They had just gotten married two days ago, but had to cancel their honeymoon plans when Amy received a call from President Seibert that Dr Moser, a Nobel Prize winner of neuroscience, had decided to visit the university.

Amy was excited to share her research with a great scientist in her field, but she also felt that the timing could not have been worse. She wanted to spend time alone with her husband on a romantic island in the middle of nowhere with hot tubs, coitus, and steamy rounds of counterfactuals. Not necessarily all at the same time, although it wouldn't be the worst idea.

She walked over to the coffee table and sat on it facing Sheldon, who was annoyed and disappointed that his wife would not go to bed with him but rather go and work with some European brain monkey.

She took his fidgeting hands in to hers before she spoke, "Sheldon, I know this isn't fair. Trust me, I don't like this either. But-"

"I know," Sheldon cut her off. "You'd rather go and have brain coitus with that Norwegian stud than spend a delightful morning of actual coitus with your non-neuroscience loving husband."

"Brain coitus?"

"Oh, you know. Split some monkey brains together and have conversations filled with sexual tension about goofy nerve cells."

'Here we go,' Amy thought, internally rolling her eyes.

"Sheldon, he's 75. He's old enough to be my dad."

"And accomplished enough to replace your brilliant minded future Nobel Prize winning husband, who by the way, can do crossword puzzles with pen." Sheldon raised his eyebrows suggestively, hopefully in attempt to prevent her from leaving, one last time.

How was it possible for her husband to be insecure and confidently self-centered at the same time? Weren't those traits contradictory?

"Sheldon," Amy tried to reason with his stubborn mind. "I really need to leave. I'm already running late and I haven't even had breakfast."

Sheldon didn't respond and only stared silently at their conjoined hands.

"How about this," Amy took a newspaper and a pen on the coffee table before handing it to her pouting husband. "Why don't you do the crossword puzzle on today's paper and kill some time. Then when I come back from work, you can tell me all about it and your sexy brain to turn me on."

Sheldon reluctantly took the paper and pen from her, and she pecked his lips holding the back of his neck before she said, "I love you. I'll be back after a couple of hours, I promise."

Amy stood up to leave Sheldon who had already started on his crossword. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration like he would whenever he was thinking deeply about something. It really was a shame that she could not stay to watch her adorable husband working his brilliant mind.

Amy took her purse and was about to leave when Leonard knocked and let himself inside the apartment. She had requested Leonard to stay with Sheldon for a while during the morning, knowing that he was going to be grouchy about the whole situation.

Amy closed her lips with her forefinger before whispering to Leonard, "Ssshhh. He's working."

Leonard immediately understood and silently went to the coffeemaker to get himself a cup. He knew better than not to distract Sheldon when he was in the zone since it was not his first day babysitting Sheldon. He'd been doing it for 10 years to know of his ways and the things that quirked him. It really was a lot like approaching a horse. You've to be careful to not make him skittish.

Later that day:

Sheldon paced skittishly around the kitchen while Leonard calmly sipped a cup of tea on the counter and browsed through his phone.

"She should be here by now," Sheldon's hands became sweaty as he paced back and forth. "Why isn't she here?"

"Sheldon, relax. It's only 5 O Clock."

"ONLY 5 O Clock? Do you hear yourself, Leonard? She said it'll only take a couple of hours," Sheldon stopped himself in the midst of his pacing when his eyes widened in horror as a thought came across his mind. "Leonard, what if that old Norwegian hotsy-totsy is mauling my woman?"

Leonard huffed in response. "Sheldon, stop being ridiculous. Dr Moser is a very nice man. I actually met him yesterday. You wouldn't believe that he has great insight in to physics despite him being a neuroscientist."

Sheldon looked at him with repugnance as though his best friend had betrayed him. "So now you're giving him your blessing to steal my woman?"

Before Leonard could dispel Sheldon's ridiculous assumptions, Amy came in through the door and Leonard thanked whatever deity who was listening to his pleas. Taking the opportunity to make his exit, he gave Amy a small smile and a pat on her shoulder before letting himself out to go to the apartment across the hall.

He shook his head as he was only halfway across the hallway when he heard Sheldon interrogating poor Amy about her late entrance.

"Where've you been? You said it'll only take a couple of hours." Sheldon crossed his arms across his chest as he awaited a response from Amy.

"Well, technically eight hours would count as 'a couple of hours'." Amy really wasn't in mood to argue with him so she took her cardigan off and her shoes before collapsing on the couch. She rubbed her face with her hands trying to wash away the tiredness.

Seeing her actions, Sheldon went over to sit on his spot next to her and stroked her hair gently. His annoyance and anger had morphed in to concern after seeing his exhausted wife. He gently whispered to her, "Did you have a long day?"

Amy moved over to lay her head on his broad chest and snaked her arm around his belly, "Like you wouldn't believe. I'm so tired."

Sheldon stroked her hair placed a kiss on top of her head before saying, "I apologize for coming on too strong. I was worried. Would you like some tea? Chamomile, perhaps?"

"No, I don't need sleepy time tea. I'm already falling asleep." Amy snuggled closer to Sheldon and closed her eyes, and Sheldon wrapped his arm around his tired wife in return.

Following morning:

Amy woke up to a darkened room, and judging by the surface and surrounding, she was in their bedroom. It seems that Sheldon had carried her to bed in the middle of the night and stripped her out of the work clothes to make her comfortable.

Amy sat up on the bed and looked over to see the sleeping figure who was now curling over to find the lost contact. She smiled seeing his face that looked so serene and peaceful as he slept. She then moved her hand to stroke his hair and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before she slowly got out from bed as silently as she could as to not wake Sheldon.

Seeing that it was 6 O Clock in the morning, she decided that it was the perfect time to assemble and review her notes for the class she was teaching with Dr Moser. Amy wore her robe, took her laptop and walked to Leonard's old room to get started.

They had converted the room to a home office. It was a compromise for Sheldon, really, since he wanted to build a huge lego Death Star in the room surrounded by shelves of his action figures. Sheldon thought it was the ultimate bat cave, but if you asked Amy, it sounded more like his geek infested retreat with children's toys.

It was around 8:15 AM when Amy realized she only had 45 minutes to get ready. She saved her work to the Cloud and ran to the bathroom to get ready. Sheldon was already brushing his teeth by the counter and Amy stepped in to the bath tub to take a quick shower.

Sheldon knew she was running a bit late so he decided not to bother her with his morning urges. He was also feeling bad for his behavior the previous morning after seeing his exhausted Amy, so he decided that it would be best if he was supportive and kept his thoughts about Dr. Moser to himself.

Sheldon was making tea in kitchen when Amy came ready with her bag and laptop. She set it on the coffee table and fumbled with the keyboard as though she was having some difficulty.

"Here's your tea. I made it in a to-go cup." Sheldon handed her the flask and sat beside her to watch what she was doing.

"Thank you, honey. Very considerate of you," Amy took the cup and placed it on the coffee table without looking his way, still absorbed in fixing her computer. "Can you see what the problem is? I can't get it to open."

Wanting to be her knight in a shining armor, Sheldon took the laptop from her and inspected it for a couple of minutes. "Sorry, Kitten. Looks like it's fried."

Dreading his answer, Amy burrowed her face in her hands in disappointment. "Ohhh, this is not happening…"

"What's not happening? I just told you it's fried. It's already happened. We need to get it fixed." Sheldon looked over to his disappointed wife like he was genuinely confused.

"Sheldon, I need my laptop! I have a class to teach today with Dr. Moser."

"Oh." Sheldon finally understood the context. "Why don't you take my laptop? You always keep your notes in the Cloud, correct?"

Amy stared at her husband. He really was a wonder. He was always quite possessive of things he loved, including his action figures, his wife, and his computer. So he sharing his laptop filled with Sheldony secrets was quite a surprise. "Really, you would do that for me?" Amy said in a hopeful voice.

"Why yes, of course. I let you wear my boxers and shirts I've already worn. And you let me put certain body parts of mine in some of yours, even without protection when I'm being good. What makes you think I won't share my laptop with you?"

Amy bounced on her seat gleefully and gave him a long, passionate kiss. "Oh Sheldon, you're my savior"

"Of course, I am! Now let's get you going. You're getting late." Sheldon went to their bedroom and emerged holding his laptop in hand. He put it in a bag for her. "When will you be back?"

"Oh you know, a couple of hours."

"A couple of hours or, excuse me for doing this," Sheldon made air quotes with his fingers, "'a couple of hours'?"

"Trust me, it's a couple of hours. I am just going to give the lecture with Dr. Moser and then come back." Sheldon looked at her suspiciously so she added, "I promise."

"Hmm. I'll see you in a couple of hours, then?"

"Yes. Why don't you book the flights for our honeymoon? Tomorrow should be fine."

This brought a smile to Sheldon's face and he dipped his head to capture her lips with his. "Roger that, babe."

Current time:

Amy was fuming. She had never been this angry in her entire life. Her reputation, her innocence, her credibility she'd cultivated over the years had all gone down the drain. And if someone gave her a gun, she'd either shoot her husband or herself.

Amy parked her car outside Los Robles before grabbing her bag, getting out of the door and slamming the door shut. It was a miracle that the windows didn't shatter from the force, and quite frankly she couldn't care less.

She hurried upstairs and opened the door to her apartment and slammed the door close before resting her hands on her hips as she growled at her husband who was eating his cereal in his spot. "Sheldon Lee Cooper. You have some explaining to do."

In the midst of her anger and frustration, it didn't even register in her mind that Penny and Leonard who were having a conversation with her husband had quickly let themselves out of the apartment after reading the gloomy atmosphere.

Sheldon stared at his wife for a moment and spoke after placing his bowl on the coffee table, "by your tone of voice and facial expression, I'm guessing you're mad although I've no idea why."

Amy took out his computer, reopened the tab, and shoved it in to his lap so he could see what she was talking about. Moans and the sound of flesh slapping each other filled the living room and Sheldon gulped knowing what had happened. He sat frozen for a while but snapped out of it and closed the tab, avoiding eye contact from his obviously angry wife.

"Well?" Amy glared daggers at her husband.

"Amy…I…uhh…"

"Well you better have a reason other than that. I was humiliated," Amy started pacing in the living room. "My reputation. My credibility. Oh god, the university is going to fire me. ALL BECAUSE OF YOU AND YOUR STUPID TESTOSTERONE URGES!"

Sheldon rushed over to her side and tried to calm her, "Amy, they won't fire you. I promise. I will make this right. I will talk to Human Resources. I will-"

"What are you going to do, show Ms Davis African-American porn?"

Sheldon pursed his lips before responding, "Amy, there's no reason to be crude. I will tell them that it was mine. It was my laptop, it has my R2D2 sticker on it. Everyone knows it isn't yours."

Exhausted, Amy rested her head against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her frame and rubbed her back. "Sheldon, this is so embarrassing…"

"Ssshhh. It's not your fault. I told you, I will make it right. I will craft an apology. I won't let anything happen to your reputation."

They stood in the middle of the living room for a couple of minutes, Sheldon holding her when he tore away from her reluctantly. "So…are you mad that I…?"

"Watched porn? Well, I'm not happy but I'm surprised mostly." Amy walked to sit on the couch, with Sheldon following her like a lost puppy.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I did not enjoy it all."

"You didn't?" Amy raised her eyebrows at him as he sat beside her.

"It was Wolowitz's idea. He advised me to try watching one of those in circumstances when you're not around to…you know…"

Amy chuckled lightly. "Well, I really need to stop leaving you alone with the boys without supervision."

Sheldon brightened up after seeing her mood change. And then Sheldon had an idea. "I have a proposal to make."

Amy leaned her back on the couch and replied, "I'm listening."

"Why don't we make one?"

"One what? You have to be more specific."

"A video tape, of course." Sheldon bounced on his spot excitedly as though he had unraveled the secrets of the universe. "I'm sure that I can-we can- enjoy a movie where it's us and not some gross strangers with botox in their hindquarters."

"Are…Are you saying you want to make a sex tape?"

"Exactly. We've worn matching costumes, and I've given you hickies in places even you can't see without having a 360 degree vision. Isn't it high time we made a sex tape?"

"Yeah, that could be fun." Amy smiled sweetly at her husband.

"Terrific. I'll go get the camera." Sheldon stood up to fetch the camera from the study.

"Wait, right now?"

Sheldon turned around to reply to his wife, "Of course. This is long overdue. Why don't you start reading the newspaper beside you?"

"What's the newspaper for?"

"I did the crossword puzzle with pen. The plot for our first video is you getting turned on by my intelligence, of course. A good film needs a good plot." Sheldon explained it to Amy as though it was obvious, before disappearing in to the study room, leaving a dumbfounded Amy behind.

Amy took the newspaper and tried to get in to character, "Oh well. He's right."

The End

Thank you for reading. This was so silly to write. And thank you for the kind words you said for the previous chapters.

I'm also extremely sorry for any overlooked spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I do not have a beta and English is like a third language to me.