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The Honky Tonk Retrogression

A Big Bang Theory Fanfiction

It was hot, sweltering hot. Sheldon loosened his tie and stared out over the back porch and into the distance. He looked over the land and how it stretched into pasture and fallow farm land. It was all his now. He sighed and walked down the loose, wooden steps. He couldn't even imagine owning more than his collection of comic books, much less twenty acres of land in Texas.

Sheldon ran a hand through his imaculate brown locks. Noone had known that George Cooper even owned the twenty acres that had always been behind the small house. Who knew how it had come into his hands; but, now it was Sheldon's. When his son turned thirty-five, he became the heir of George's "secret garden" as the will executor had called it.

Some secret garden, the land was dry with the hot Texas summer and the brush was low and dry. Sheldon let his lungs fill with the warm air. Dear Lord, what was he going to do with twenty acres?

"Shelly bean, come back inside." Mary's voice called from the screen door. Sheldon obediently did as he was told. Head hung low he ascended the rickety steps once more and looked at his mother and siblings who were sitting at the table.

"What are you going to do?" asked Missy tucking her dark locks behind her ear.

Sheldon was too lost in thought to answer.

"Sheldon, you just think it over." Mary kissed her son's cheek and went off to bed, dragging George Junior with her.

"Shelly?"

"I don't know, Missy. This is hardly the same as Mama's pearls."

Missy wrapped her fingers around her necklace. "Daddy must have had a plan. He must have."

Sheldon raised his eyebrows at his sister, "Then, enlighten me."

"I don't know." She came to stand beside him and wrapped an arm around him. "I know you'll figure it out." She walked away, leaving him alone with a decision to make.

Sheldon sat at the table looking out the window at the black silhouette in the foreground of an amber Texas sunset: his land.

The next day, Sheldon walked down the stairs to the smell of sizzling bacon and the clinking of forks on plates.

"Morning, Sheldon," dressed in her bathrobe, Mary handed him a plate, "Syrup's on the table." She smiled sweetly at him.

"Where are George and Missy?"

"Oh, baby, they went home." Sheldon nodded, taking a bite of pancake and chewing slowly, savoring the sweet syrup. It was just like old times. Saturday mornings at home always started with a homecooked breakfast. A nock sounded on the front door.

"Are you expecting someone?" Sheldon asked his mother.

"Oh, yes, just sit down and eat your breakfast." She walked to the door.

"Mornin' Mrs. Cooper!" A light voice reached Sheldon's ears from the door, through the front foyer and into the kitchen. No! Could it be? Even after all this time? He dropped his fork. Scotting back out of his chair, Sheldon stood and rushed to the door to stand behind his mother.

"So, I'll just drop the plants-Oh! Sheldon, it's been so long!"

Her brilliant smile caused his heart to jump. He looked into her grey eyes as she swept bangs out of her face that were so dirty blonde, they were almost brown.

"Savannah," he lifted a hand and looked at the floor, trying to hide his blush.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, her eyes wide in amazement.

"I had to return home for a while to sort over some details concerning my father's estate."

"Guess that explains the get up." Her eyes scanned his collared shirt and navy blue tie. They, too, had been his fathers.

"Yes, infact, I'm on my way to the courthouse to sign some papers."

"If you want, I could give you a lift."

"Thank you. That would be great!" he smiled brightly, whipped his blazer off of the coat rack, and grabbed his messenger bag, leaving his breakfast totally forgotten.

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AN: okey doke, just the beginning, the rest of the chapters will be longer, I promise. Oh, and I apologize in advance to any Texans,incase my descriptions are off. I've been there many times, but have not lived there. I have lived almost my whole life in the South, though; so, I'm doing my best.