I own no one but my own people

Seventeen year old Amy Farrah Fowler struggled to keep her eyes open; her bag heavily laden with books dragging at her feet as she made her way across the universities parking lot.

Amy had been up the whole night before to prepare herself for the three tests she had taken today. She had passed all of them with the highest grade achievable in each and now, while thanking God with each step she took that a private Dorm came along with a full ride scholarship to Cornell, she only wanted sleep.

The classes weren't hard in any sort of degree. She had only been at school for a year and had already completed three and a half semesters worth of classes. At this rate she might not even be able to drink champagne legally at her Doctorate graduation, or at least that was her goal.

As Amy reached her Grand Prix the back seat looked ever so inviting and she smiled at the sight of her little car.

"It would be dangerous to drive when I'm tired," she told herself as she grabbed the back handle and pulled it open, throwing her leather bag inside and letting it hit the floor with a thump while she pocked the keys inside her skirt pocket.

As Amy crawled in the back seat she kicked off her brown penny loafers and pulled down her black stockings and pulled off her cardigan, leaving her in only her knee length skirt and a dark red button top that she unbuttoned the first two buttons along with the sleeves so she would be more comfortable.

Amy took off her glasses and set them on the front passenger's seat and sighed contently as she rolled up her cardigan and stuffed it behind her head to use as a makeshift pillow.

She was out before her head even hit the sweater…

…

Amy would always remember her first thought when she woke up. She thought the cars roof had collapsed and that's what was lying on top of her.

It seemed like an eternity had passed from when she first noticed the literally crushing feeling to the next unforgettable feeling.

Someone's hands on her bare chest.

Amy's eyes snapped open and horror seized her as she looked up and saw a blurred man's face staring at her now exposed chest, her bra and shirt having been ripped open and the buttons thrown askew.

Her heart jumped in her throat and for a long moment she was unable to breathe or think or move. She was frozen in absolute fear until she felt the man's hand slide down her exposed stomach, grab at the bottom of her skirt, and hiked it up, dipping one finger slowly into the waistband of her panties.

A fire lit up under Amy as she tried to wrench her arms out from underneath the man's crushing weight.

"Get off me!" she screamed as loud as she could praying that somebody, anybody would hear her.

The man's head snapped up from his previous view and leered at Amy before he reached in-between them, grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, slamming down on top of her. He forced his knees in-between her legs and spread them as far as he could make them.

"Don't worry, baby," the man chuckled as he began to grind his rock hard member against her center. "We're gonna have some fun…"

"Somebody help me!" screamed Amy again as she struggled for all that she was worth against her attacker, tears rolling down her eyes as she did. The outside world was dark and the cold night air had seeped in from the outside. "No!"

The man groaned appreciatively as he pinned her wrists with one of his arms while the other reached in between them and grasped at Amy's panties before he ripped them off with a sickening tear.

"You got a little bit of a fighter in you don't ya?" the man laughed as he unzipped his jeans and moved aside his boxers.

As Amy felt his manhood bump against her entrance she began to cry harder. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. She wasn't supposed to be losing her virginity to a man she didn't know much less without consent.

Amy gasped in pain as he shoved the head inside her, letting out a strangled plea for help.

Just as he began to force the rest of himself in, the door at their feet was wrenched open and a blast of cold air filled the car.

The monster looked behind him momentarily stunned and didn't even have time to yell as someone grabbed him by the ankle and wrenched him from the car while sending him face first to the ground.

Amy quickly scampered up to all but throw herself against the door as she watched her hero kick her attacker in the face, accompanied by a sickening crunch that all but confirmed the man's nose was broken.

Amy watched completely shocked as the savior slammed the back door shut and all but jumped into the driver's side.

"I would appreciate the keys now!" the man shouted, his voiced hitched in such a fright that had Amy believing he was almost as scared as she was.

Amy forced herself to come out of her shocked state. She grabbed the keys from inside her purse and thrust it to the man in the driver's seat.

"Seatbelt!"

Amy raised a brow at him as if to say 'are you serious.'

"I'll have you know," the hero began hastily as he was perfecting the rear view and side view mirrors, "this is the first time driving a motorized vehicle and due to the adrenalin chemicals my adrenal glands are currently producing which is impairing my thought processes, now wouldn't be a good time to test the hypothesis on rather or not your car has a fully functioning break system!"

Seeing her attacker in the corner of her eye stand up from the ground, Amy quickly buckled the safety strap and without another moment of hesitation was off like a shot.

Amy didn't spare a glance back at the man as she hastily reached for her cardigan and pulled it back on along with pulling her skirt down, wincing at the unusual feeling of the material against her bare parts.

She reached in the passenger's side seat and pulled on her glasses, staring at the very frightened man who had just saved her life.

He was young, about her age, perhaps a year or two more and tall as well. His dark brown hair laid neatly on top of his head like a young boy from some family friendly 1950's sitcom. His eyes, which she saw staring intently into the rear view mirror, were the most dazzling blue she had ever seen.

He was beautiful. Just like an angel.

Amy and the hero remained in silence for several long minutes before she cleared her throat. "I want to thank you," she finally said quietly. "For saving my life."

"I highly doubt I saved your life," the man responded with a slight arrogance in his tone as he drove. "Statistics and many studies have shown that 87 percent of rapists, or in your case would be rapist, simply are looking for the sexual gratification that the attack brings them and or other internal triumphs such as a need to demonstrate power to name just one example. Few want to actually kill their victim and seeing as how in your case the man had neither gun nor knife on his person, I didn't save your life. I simply saved you from years of psychological, sexual, and perhaps physical torment that comes along with being sexually violated. A grand feet, I must say, but it in no terms equals to saving your 'life' in the literal sense. Unless, of course, had you been raped and you would have contemplated suicide and in that case, since I rendered the need to commit suicide moot, I did, in theory 'save your life'."

Amy was rendered speechless by this man's speech but the more she thought about it, the more his rant had made sense. "You're right," she said with a nod. "Forgive me for not thinking logically."

The man waved away her apology. "It's quite alright. Given the most recent events of tonight, I can understand how ones thought processes could become slightly addled."

Amy once again nodded in agreement as they were both thrown into a bout of silence once more.

"So," the hero said after several minutes of silence. "Shall I take you home, the hospital, or the police station?"

"Well given that my attacker didn't physically harm me to a degree that it is needed to be seen by a doctor, I doubt a trip to the hospital is necessary, and as much as I wish to just sleep and forget this entire nightmare, I feel that I have a social obligation to tell the police in case he were to strike another innocent young woman."

"Noted," her savior said as he turned down the street that would take them to the local precinct.

It took them another several minutes before they arrived at the police station and the man stopped in front of the marble white building.

Amy bit her lip as she looked up towards the imposing hall of justice before she turned towards her hero who was already exiting the car.

Taking a deep breath Amy followed and walked up to him, trying her best to hide a slight blush that had taken. The two stood awkwardly in the middle of the sidewalk for several moments before Amy cleared her throat. "Well thank you again. I don't even want to begin to imagine what would have happened if you weren't leaving your classes right then."

The man scoffed as if he'd been insulted. "Oh please," he said with a roll of his eyes. "I was not, in any capacity taking classes. I am already an alumnus of Princeton and just finished my second dissertation at Cambridge and I would have been a Harvard Graduate for my Masters and BA if my mother hadn't insisted on keeping me in the same state my first four years of higher education learning. I was merely giving a lecture on Biefeld–Brown effect. I myself have been interested in it for several years but it finally seems to be creeping back into the fore front of the masses minds since its popularity dwindled in the 1950's."

Amy narrowed her eyes in confusion as she looked him over. She was usually an exceptionally well guess on peoples ages and there was no way this man was older then nineteen, and that was guessing high yet this man had the audacity to claim he held two doctrines at two highly prestigious schools? "How… how old are you?" asked Amy with slight awe.

"Eighteen," he answered without a hint of a lie.

Amy took a step back as she looked over the man in front of her. He was telling the truth. She was standing in the presence of greatness…"Wow," she breathed. "I… I thought I was impressive getting accepted when I was sixteen but you-."

"That is impressive," he said without missing a beat. "Not as impressive as my fetes by any means but still impressive to an extent."

Amy blushed at the half compliment and gave a timid smile. She had been told her accomplishments were astounding by others but to hear it from a true prodigy… that was something else entirely then hearing your mother say how proud she was of you. "Thank you."

"You're quite welcome. I assume you'll be okay to drive home by yourself?"

Amy frowned at the man before her. "You're not staying with me?"

The man blinked and narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Why would you think that?"

Amy shrugged. "Because you rescued me?"

"Forgive me but is there some social contract that requires the hero to see his rescue all the way through to the very end, even after leaving her in the somewhat capable hands of the police?"

Amy looked over his face, trying to find some hint of a cruel smirk or a sarcastic sneer but found none. He was genuinely asking her what the protocol was for saving sighed and shook her head. "No there isn't. I'm sorry I thought otherwise."

The man bit his lip as he turned from the police station back to Amy. After a long moment he shrugged. "Are… are you sure you don't require me furthor?"

Amy looked up at him and for a moment she was too far caught up in the beauty of the dazzling blue eyes to think of anything to say.

Neither was willing to turn away from the other. Amy felt her heart pounding rapidly against her chest. She took a half step closer to man jumped back as if he'd been burned.

"Apology accepted," said the man suddenly, his voice several octaves higher than usual. He held out Amy's car keys as if they were a poisonous viper.

Amy took them from him and with a soft sad smile turned towards the police station and began to walk up the steps before a thought occurred to her."I never caught your name," she cried as she whipped around, "I'm Amy Farrah Fowler."

But as she looked down the street her face fell and another sigh left her as she saw neither hide nor hair of her hero. "Thank you," she breathed softly. "Whoever you are. Maybe we'll meet again someday…"

As Amy turned and left again, she didn't hear the soft whisper from the man who had darted into the ally the moment she had turned her back simply because he found himself actually considering letting this strange germy woman get closer to her and there was no possible way in hell or heaven he would allowed himself to be touched by someone who just was ambushed by living breathing filth.

"Pleased to meet you, Amy Farrah Fowler," the man breathed as he watched her disappear into the police station. "I'm Dr. Sheldon Cooper…"

I know it's short but it'll get better I promise :-) Please review.