So this chapter is very long
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"She wants to take a step back, Gollum." Sheldon continued to rub the little black box and eye the heirloom ring he had got for the woman who had just told him that she wanted to reevaluate their relationship.
"What is there to reevaluate?" Sheldon looked again at the couch for someone to help him decipher this mess, but he was alone. He hated not knowing something, and for this befuddling situation, he needed a friend. He had no one to tell him what he did wrong or better, how to fix it.
"A step back!" Sheldon snapped the velvet black box closed and shoved it back in the drawer with a hard slam. All he wanted to do was to sit in his favorite spot, drink a mug of tea and think over what could possibly be going through that beguiling brunette's head that she would need time to think over their perfect 8.2 relationship.
Everything had been going so well for their 5 year anniversary. Dinner was marvelous and far less tedious that Sheldon had anticipated. Amy seemed elated the whole evening. She had her happy face on that Sheldon loved so much. They were even kissing and not just signaling the end of the date. Oh no, heavy teenager type kissing that could have led to more if she hadn't interrupted things by stating the obvious. She was the one who broke the kiss to say that she couldn't believe they had been together for five years. FIVE YEARS! That's a long commitment! Just like watching a TV show, Sheldon thought.
All he had asked was a simple question and suddenly, angry face Amy busted up the date. The lack of a phone call from her the next day was the true red flag that something was wrong. Sheldon had thought that nothing was worse than angry Amy face, but then like a gut punch, the image of her disappointed face on the screen saying she needed time to think over their relationship felt like his heart was flayed.
Sheldon had his eyes closed as he thought about the look in hers; empty, lost and that familiar deadened green he saw whenever he did something wrong. He heard a familiar snap, like the black velvet box closing again, but instead when he looked up he saw himself sitting in his spot on the couch, only this time he was wearing his Red Flash shirt. Just the image made his gut flip again. He must be hallucinating due to stress.
Sheldon froze, completely muddled by the other figure who seemed to be a copy of him in every detail. Next moment, another Sheldon showed up in the room with a pop, and another, each one accompanied by a whip like snap. The room echoed with the crackle of electricity with each arrival.
Within a minute, he was looking at five versions of himself, each with the same confused look as he.
All six Sheldon's looked at each other in disbelief. Finally, the idea of someone sitting in his spot, no matter how dashing, was too much for Sheldon to take.
"Um, excuse me... You're in my spot." Sheldon crossed his arms and glared at this doppelganger. The other Sheldon wearing his prized Flash t-shirt glared back and crossed his arms to mirror him.
"No... this is my spot."
Another Sheldon wearing a green shirt and sitting on the left of the couch piped into the fray, "No! It's mine! Who are you?"
"Dr Sheldon Cooper, of course." Sheldon answered an eye roll and inched toward his spot with a determined glare, but it was returned.
Yet another one laid claim to the name, "I'm Dr. Sheldon Cooper! Who are you?" The one in the green shirt asked the Sheldon standing behind the beige Sheldon had on the No. 73 shirt Sheldon loved so much.
