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I've received multiple requests for Dr Cooper's point of view in my AU fic – the Work-Life Balance Disruption. I recommend you read that first. The following depicts Sheldon's side of the story and won't make sense otherwise.

Enjoy.

The Professor Insights

Part I

It wasn't often that Sheldon really appreciated Penny's ability to dress differently for every occasion. But right now, he was more than happy with her help shopping. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he could only concur that he looked quite handsome in his new checkered suit.

Yes, this would provide him the right amount of authoritativeness to start the new semester the next day.

At least there would be one familiar face in class. Although he doubted Wolowitz would be able to keep up with the curriculum, it was still nice to have him there.

He entered the class, interested already in the students that had applied. He knew a couple of names from different classes he taught the semester before. There was one student however, whose student ID-number had stood out. It was far too new to belong to a student who would be able to handle this level of theory.

Amy F. Fowler. Transferred from Harvard University. Majoring in Biology.

Ugh. The study of yucky, squishy things. He disliked her already.

Until his eyes fell upon her, that is. He recognized all the other faces in the classroom – his eidetic memory knew their faces from around campus – but hers was new. She had a kind of cute, innocent look about her that pleased him. She dressed conservatively.

She was young. Especially for the level of education needed for his class.

When he called out her education level – testing her, would she be able to handle him? – she blushed becomingly.

Excellent.

He sat in his spot watching Star Wars: Return of the Jedi on BluRay. The new movie would come out in a few months, so they had a new excuse to watch it again.

His phone buzzed with an e-mail notification. Student #2019851 has accessed the following document: Quantum Mechanics and their works in super-symmetry.

Leonards phone buzzed as well. He co-authored it.

"You can always see that your new class has started, can't you? Always the eager students who try to suck up to you," Leonard chuckled. He pressed a few buttons on his phone and continued to watch.

But Sheldon was more intrigued than usual. He recognized the student ID immediately.

What would move Miss Fowler to read his work this late at night?

She was at the Cheesecake Factory with Howard's ex.

Howard had gotten up, ready to ambush the poor Miss Rostenkowski the second she came in. Sheldon stopped him. Not because of the promise he had made him to help him put a stop to his badgering of Miss Rostenkowski, but because he had a plan with Miss Fowler.

His plan would fail if he were to confront her in an informal setting. He wanted to though. Something about her, pulled him to her.

She had spent her entire evening reading all his work. Why? Was she that interested in physics? Or dare he suggest, interested in him?

He was more than a bit curious. About her motivations. Maybe about her as well.

He kept his eyes on her the entire diner.

Patience is a virtue, his mother always said. And he waited till the next class with her.

Upon entering his next class with her, he saw Wolowitz bother her. Or at least, that was what he assumed. She said she didn't mind Wolowitz' attention.

He was more than a little disappointed in her choice in men.

He almost abandoned his plan to confront her, but his curiosity had caused him restless sleeps and he needed his eight hours a night. It turned out, Wolowitz only wanted to get information on Bernadette out of her. Of course. He was so hung up. It was tiresome.

He confronted Miss Fowler on her research on him. She tried to save her face by feeding him some ploy of researching physics to keep ahead in the class.

It was adorable she thought he'd believe her.

Penny and Leonard were entangled on the other side of the couch watching a move, as he entered from his second shower of the day. The need to shower had nothing to do with the way Miss Fowler looked at him when he had her alone in his office.

Or at least, that was what he told himself.

"Oh, Sheldon, I almost forgot!" Penny called out. "I met one of your students tonight."

Sheldon didn't bother responding as he prepared himself a cup of tea. "She said you're already making them write papers," Penny continued, and Sheldon stalled.

Could it be?

"I promised her not to tell you she was out on a school night though," Penny laughed. "She was pretty nice, a bit mousy. But if she keeps hanging out with Bernadette, she'll get out of this shell soon enough."

So it had been her.

"I hope you didn't get her too drunk now, Penny. Miss Fowler is one of my most promising students," he said. Promising in what way, he didn't say.

Penny only looked at Leonard for clarification that she hadn't mentioned her name and ratted her out.

Sheldon had never been this on fire while playing Grand Theft Auto. He was almost at his personal high score, when his phone rang with an incoming call. He paused the game, annoyed to be disturbed on a Friday night by an unknown number no less.

Assuming a scam caller, he had been surprised to hear the insecure and soft voice of Miss Fowler at the other end of the line.

He had to maintain a professional relationship between them, however. He gave her to most stern talking to he could manage. She was helpless and clumsy in her excuses and she was awful working with Adobe. Something that would usually bother him, seemed endearing when it came to her.

His curiosity got the better of him and he asked her how she got his number.

His ex.

That really left a possibility of women. He only hoped it wasn't Ramona. That wouldn't bode well for him.

What followed was hilarious, and incredibly awkward for Miss Fowler. He laughed at the thought of how he could use this piece of information against Howard. That would be most enjoyable.

Penny interrupted them, and he spent some time playing Halo with her. It was probably best not to continue talking to Miss Fowler outside of office hours.

People would talk.

Her internet was up and running and he couldn't resist texting her. It was just to let her know he received her paper, he told himself. But if he was honest with himself, he just wanted to text her.

Her paper was abysmal.

He was disappointed. He had expected more of her.

For a moment, Sheldon contemplated asking Penny just how much alcohol she had given them that Thursday. Perhaps that was the reason she had performed this badly.

But asking Penny would look suspicious. Surely, she would assume he had an interest in her that went beyond the academic level he should have as professor.

He still hadn't figured that out himself.

She wasn't the usual girl he was into. But he wasn't into a lot of people, really. Most of his past experiences had been about stress relief and sexual satisfaction.

He had a feeling he would experience a lot more stress with Miss Fowler before there would be any sexual satisfaction at all.

Namely after she stopped being his student. Nothing could happen while he was still her teacher.

He gave her the directions for his office. Maybe it would have been better to meet her in the classroom. He had no trouble keeping his baser urges in check. He was sure of it. They could be alone in his office without anything happening.

But he had ogled her legs in class before.

It had happened before he knew it and he was surprised himself.

And when he gave her the directions, she had called him professor. Was she deliberately trying to remind him of his position in regards to hers?

She looked nervous as she entered.

Sheldon decided not to beat around the bush, but tell her immediately of her terrible paper. This was one of the things he was taught in coaching training; quickly deliver bad news, and continue onward. That was what he tried to do, but it backfired.

Miss Fowler suggested quitting his class. While that did provide him an excuse to pursue her further – she wouldn't be his student after all – it also cut him. When he made the decision to teach, he vowed to help all of his students. Even the stupid ones.

He guessed the cute ones needed help as well.

It didn't help he could look down her blouse and even see the little bow between her breasts. She saw him looking.

She tried to get him to look again; pressing her breasts together and bending forward. It was a cheap trick and it made him wonder how experienced she was.. His peripheral vision was amazing though, he could see enough of her bosom by maintaining eye contact.

She was provoking him.

He was sure of it.

This game between them was becoming more interesting by the minute. Sheldon wondered who would come out on top as the winner.

He never lost a game like this before. And he surely wasn't starting now.

End of part I

A/N I will continue Work-Life Balance Disruption first and foremost. This is a companion piece.

Reviews are appreciated, as always.