Stuart and Amy? Preposterous! How could someone like Amy Farrah Fowler, a noted neurobiologist capable of performing surgery on her own feet with nothing but nitrous oxide from cans of whipped cream as anesthesia, ever be interested in Stuart Bloom, an impoverished peddler of picture books? Seriously?
Sheldon thought that Stuart's interest in the neurobiologist was comparable to the fable of the fox and the grapes. She is simply far beyond his reach. It was bound to turn into a sour unrequited infatuation.
Besides, Amy should already be satisfied with Sheldon's company. How could she not be? Sheldon was a noted theoretical physicist, B.S., M.S., M.A., Ph.D. and Sc.D.! He is possibly the most interesting person Amy could ever be with. Not that they were dating.
Sheldon was sure that Amy relished the time she spent with him. They've played Counterfactuals, engaged in long discussions about the universe, shared meals and even their own research, something the exceptional mind of Sheldon Cooper would never do with others. They both enjoyed the company of cats, exchanged witty jokes, conducted experimental gossip and even comforted each other in times of need. He even cuddled with her once. Not that they were dating.
Other than that, if Amy was once turned off by a certain gorilla by the name of Zack Johnson, she would certainly get turned off by someone who only has a degree in the arts. What could they possibly have in common or even converse about? Sheldon had no reason to worry. Amy would never choose Stuart over him. Not that they were dating.
Sheldon shook his head, snickering upon the notion that Amy would ever think Stuart would be as fascinating as he is. Besides, they've only just met a couple of hours ago!
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Sheldon was overjoyed to see Amy right outside their apartment building that day. Though he was a man of habit and didn't like surprises, she always had this odd but pleasant effect on him, with the exception of their Physics vs. Neurobiology spat that is. It was the first time she made a visit unannounced, and on a Wednesday, her least favorite day of the week. He knew for a fact that she hated Wednesdays because it was two days in the work week and two days away from the weekend.
Tonight was New Comic Book Night, and the mere thought of her added participation in their weekly Wednesday routine made him euphoric. Perhaps she would finally appreciate the fine art and literature that was enmeshed in the form of comic books.
Though a bit disappointed to learn that she had forgotten what his schedule for the day was, Sheldon's excitement overpowered his need to issue any strikes. In fact, his giddiness caused him to neglect to inform his confused guest about the occasion. Nonetheless, she agreed to join them.
As soon as they stepped in the store, Sheldon quickly strode towards the plethora of comic books waiting to be purchased. Amy followed him soon after, scanning the establishment from top to bottom. He smiled at his curious companion, thinking about how much in awe she was in front of the spectacle before her. That was until she commented on how lame it was.
Well! Comic books are not as lame as harps! I'll just have to show her!
He searched the stands frantically for comic books she might enjoy. Countless names of superheroes, secret agents, villains, mutants and other fictional characters raced through his mind as he enthusiastically imagined Amy's reaction when he finds the one she would adore. He analyzed everything that he had learned about her and put a lot of thought into what kind of comic books Amy would like.
The first thing that popped into his head was Doom Patrol #86. He recalled the issue having a super villain called "The Brain" which was an actual brain encased in a robotic body and frequently carried around by an intelligent ape named Monsieur Mallah. How can a person like Amy, not like it?
