Hello lovers and other strangers! With the premiere of BBT tomorrow at 8pm I couldn't resist another story with Winona and Sheldon. The overwhelming response to the first one (38 reviews, the highest on the BBT page of !) involving these two personalities told me I had to bring them back. So sit back, and hang on as we dive back into the world of Sheldon and Winona and hilarity ensuing!

Sheldon woke up on Thursday with a profound sense of impending doom. He knew that it was possible for it to simply be leftover agitated emotions from an REM cycle dream pattern but somethign else, something his rational mind could fully comprehend, told him that was simply a default protection state of the mind. He rose, showered, dressed himself and was eating cereal when his phone beeped, informing him of an incoming text message. He checked it, then felt a quick rumble in his stomach that had nothing to do with the lack of Mini-Wheats therein and everything to do with the little letters on the screen of his cellphone.

Hey Sheldon, it's Noni. I know we haven't talked much since we split up, but I'd really like to meet you for coffee. I need to talk about something with you, it's important.

Sheldon sat, transfixed by the message and not really caring that his cereal had turned to mush. Winona Phillips. Noni. That flexible firebird who'd introduced him to a world of hitherto unknown sexual pleasures and had, sexually speaking, made him a man at the age of twenty-nine. They'd ended things amicably enough when she had told him that she wasn't ready for a real relationship just yet and didn't want to use him for just rebound sex because she felt they had a truly genuine connection. The fact that Winona had been able to think this of him made Sheldon scratch his head, then finally concede it on the grounds that he had no desire to reduce his first lover to tears on purpose. They'd stayed in touch minimally but her being out of town for awhile on research at the Smithsonian and at the National Film Registry made it both easy and difficult at the same time. The message on his phone was the first he'd even heard she was back in town, a feeling that stung more than a little.

He was still staring at his phone when Leonard bopped into the room, a smile on his face that could only be put there by one person and one thing. Distantly, Sheldon heard Leonard mumbling about his perspective on the great morning that was shining in through the windows but Sheldon could only sit and stare. It wasn't until he felt Leonard's hand on his shoulder that he finally acknowledged his presence.

"What happen, did you get a message from Leslie Winkle correcting your work again?"

"Noni messaged me. She says that she needed to talk to me about something."

Leonard gulped down his coffee in a hurry. "Noni? As in Winona, the girl who broke your heart?"

"She didn't break my heart. Unless I'm presenting symptoms of Takotsubo cardiomyopathy, you can't say she broke my heart." Sheldon pouted a little. "What does that infernal gypsy-witch want with me, anyways."

"One of the universe's great mysteries." Truth be told, Leonard was still amazed at how Sheldon got laid in the first place, and with a woman no less. Until Winona, Leonard had harboured suspicions that his roommate was gay, but one look at Winona, who was built like every American nerd's wet dream seemed to be proof enough that Sheldon did in fact like sex with women and not men. Looking at his watch, Leonard dumped the last few mouthfuls of coffee down the sink and grabbed his keys. "We better get going if we're goign to pick up the guys."

"Uh-huh," was Sheldon's absentminded response. He picked up his work notes and coat, got into Leonards car mechanically, debating the entire time as to whether or not he should meet with Winona. If he didn't, she might think that he was socially rebuffing her and their tenuous relationship would be ended for good, and this would mean also the end of possible booty-calls or more when either one of them needed the human connection, so to say. On the other, meeting her could invite back in all those complicated sticky emotions that he had no capacity or strength of governence for. The last time he felt like he'd barely escaped intact.

Leonard, too, could see that something was troubling his rommate and tapped his hands on the steering wheel. "At the very least, text her back one way or the other. She deserves at least that much, plus it's the socially considerate thing to do."

Sheldon made a noise in his throat; he'd already made his decision, but knew his roommate needed the validation of his advice being given. Picking up his phone, Sheldon texted Winona back.

I can meet you at the Cafe Cafe at seven.

Not fifteen seconds after he sent it, he got a response: Perfect. See you then. xx Winona.

Cafe Cafe was, Sheldon always thought, their place. It was where Winona and he had gone after the yoga class with Penny where theyd first met. Theyd shared their first kiss at one of the tables when the place had been all but deserted. Sheldon, still in his clothes from work, walked in with his hands stuffed in his pockets at precisely six-fifty-eight and was surprised to see Winona already sitting at one of the tables in the back corner. Once again, just like the first time theyd kissed, Sheldon got the feeling that hed swallowed a zipper and it was being dragged down to the bottom of his stomach.

She was even more beautiful than hed remembered. Shed lost a little weight, but that beauitful curvy figure that was all hip and breast and tummy and ass was still there. The wild mane of curls framed that round Frisian face and her blue eyes immediately brightened when she saw him. She waved a hand at him in greeting, while he, not knowing just what to do, raised his hand to return the gesture as he sat down.

"I was so glad to hear from you. It's been a little while, hasn't it?"

"Seven week, three days and about nine hours, I think." Sheldon knew exactly how long it was because he'd kept a timer running in his room . "So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?"

The only way to do it, Winona decided, was to treat it like an epi-pen shot: one quick jab into the tender flesh.

"I'm pregnant."