This story will kickoff from 12x01 but all succeeding episodes will be altered in order to accommodate the events of this story. All mistakes are mine alone. Enjoy reading!

THE COUPLING REGRESSION

The imperceptible rhythm from an external apparatus is all he can hear from his current situation. He recognizes the contraptions adhered to his maimed figure. His body is paralyzed in ways one cannot truly fathom - similar to a massive object weighing you down, blocking your air pipes, and defeating your life force. At the same time, he feels frigid, cold like the Alps, chills shooting from his spine down to his toes. Everything feels disoriented - he's aware but unconscious, alive but cold as death, he perceives but he's numb.

His memories, even the most pointless ones, play in a theater-like environment, right before his own eyes. With nothing to spare - pleasant or not. Different frames of different emotions sorting itself rapidly beyond his own control, waiting for the worthy to be chosen by his subconscious.

And cue in a pitch-black, a noiseless void. His poor body plummeting into it ceaselessly. So hushed, he can hear his blood flowing through his vessels. Panic arises and he becomes aware of his constraints. Anxiety and tension slowly creeping into his body and trying to overpower his form.

And then a harsh, powerful light overwhelming his vision. All known senses are coming together, coordinating itself to one another. First, he hears coherently, the faint rhythm now blaring through his ears. His ability to taste and smell came together in synchrony as a repugnant breeze wafts onto his face. Then, he feels, underneath him a delicate piece supporting his delicate body, making sure he gets the exact amount of comfort. And he sees, it's blurry at first, but then everything transforms coherently. White walls, white sheets, black couch, blue-clad woman, dark, long hair … Amy.

But his whole body feels constricted - his head, his limbs, his upper body. He needs his rescue. But look at that, his only salvation doesn't even care about his well-being. His mouth and throat have gone stale, moistureless from a week's worth of not talking. Tears started rushing down his face which caused him to whimper. He shakes his head frantically leading him to bleed from his head wounds again.

The commotion caused Amy to stir beside him, her face tainted with fatigue, slowly transformed into distress. "Oh, God! No, no, no! Stop it, Sheldon," as she shrieked and pressed the nurse's button rapidly.

"Sheldon, please stop it!" She held the side of his delicate head between her palms trying to protect him from making further injuries. It pains her to witness Sheldon suffering from her own doing.

It happened in a bat of an eye; Amy leaving his side to relinquished him to his health care providers; administering sedative through his intravenous line; attending to his, yet again, bleeding gash. Slowly, very slowly, his agitation assuaged and once again, he was out like he was a week ago.

Ten days prior

After the Cooper's wedding merrymaking, the newlyweds braved the Southern California course and drove an approximate two-hour route (says the GPS) to Carlsbad for their first honeymoon destination: Legoland California. Both of them get to pick a destination: Sheldon being in Legoland and Amy opted The Big Apple. For Sheldon, it was a lost cause to change Amy's decision. He doesn't want New York! It's melting pot for hippies who revere the arts and recreational cannabis. But, Amy had the Nikola Tesla monuments and the Natural History Museum under her belt which made Sheldon cease.

It seems unfair for the bride, on her wedding day, to drive around his groom, but Sheldon insisted that he wants to be alone with Amy for the first few hours of their marriage and not be chauffeured by some stranger in an unfamiliar vehicle.

Amy agreed in one condition, "Well, you want your bride all worked up when we arrive at Carlsbad? No way, mister! Here's for a deal: you drive the car for the first hour since we don't need to go anyway higher than 15 mph because of the traffic and I'll take over from there."

Sheldon acquiesced; he does not have much argument to Amy's proposal. That led them to a tiresome two hours and thirty-minute drive with the exception of the fifteen-minute luggage loading and a Sheldon Cooper approve car check-up.

By the time they entered their honeymoon suite, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Amy rushed pass Sheldon, immediately had a warm bath and left the bags for Sheldon to carry, much to his annoyance. Doesn't she think that he's also tired from the ride and needs a relaxing bath to soothe his nerves? After a warm bath, Amy emerged from the bathroom, changed into her nightgown, and was out instantly. Sheldon shook his head in disappointment; Amy should be excited about their sanctioned lovemaking, but there she is, snoring her way into slumber. He proceeded to attend to his nightly ablutions and laid down beside her, thinking about their first spat as a married couple.

It wasn't until an hour and a half later, still their wedding night, Amy woke up and with her was an urge to make love to her husband and finally consummate their marriage.

"Hey, Sheldon," Amy crawled into Sheldon's chest and pressed her body into his. Her mouth nibbling its way to his neck and jaw.

"Hmm… it's already late, Amy. What time is it anyway?" Sheldon, eyes still closed, spoke hoarsely. His hands making its way around Amy' waist and started to just cuddle her.

"It's only a quarter past eleven and I thought you're up for some matrimonial festivities, huh?" Amy murmured into his ear. Her soft hands, caressing his broad chest underneath his white shirt, slowly made its way inside his briefs, caressing his growing length. The action made Sheldon groan in her hair and tighten his grip on her.

"I might finish in no time if you continue what you're doing."

His lips landed on hers, kissing her fervidly, while gently pushing her back against their bed. A kiss filled with affection; pouring out all of his emotions, all his sentiments. He feels ecstatic; not the same euphoria from their first time (apprehension turned contentment) nor their engagement (guilt turned assurance) - each occurrence having their corresponding sentiment.

Clothes were discarded gingerly but with the hint of excitement. Their hands were eagerly exploring each other's body - as if it was their first time. Bodies mingled with one another - with a slow pace but filled with intensity, causing them to reach their end goal. Their room was filled with loud outcries of fasters and harders, and groans driven by love. The ecstasy subsided, along with their will to keep awake. Slow pants and heavy breathing took over the room. Sheldon, still trying to recover from their declaration of love, nuzzled into Amy's neck and trying to keep his weight from her which was proven futile. Bodily fluids be damned, he just wants to be sucked into Amy's and reside there for eternity. Amy tried to take in their current situation, running her hands from his nape, down to his spine, all the way to his buttocks, pushing his, still pulsing, member in, not yet ready to let go.

"You are worth the wait, Sheldon Cooper," whispering lovingly in his ear which elicits a stifled sob coming from him.

"I don't believe in fate. But, you… you are an anomaly to that belief, Amy."

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