A/N: This is a new story that has nothing to do with either of my previous Shamy stories.

"I'll be fine, Leonard," Sheldon told him for the fourth time. "I survived all that time that you were gone. I'm a grown man, and I think I can survive a weekend without you."

"Are you sure? Raj is still in India visiting his family and Howard won't drop everything to help you if there is a problem," Leonard countered. His friend had made it through the time he was away surprisingly well, but there were still plenty of fires that Penny had to put out during that time. Sheldon didn't do well on his own even if it was for a short time. He'd managed to lock himself out of the apartment when they went to Vegas for one weekend. At least Penny had been around to take care of him then. With both of them going away for a romantic weekend, Leonard was a little worried about his friend.

"Maybe I'll have Amy come over for the weekend if you are so worried about me. You obviously don't trust me, but maybe she'll ease your mind?"

That stopped Leonard short. Sheldon was going to invite his girlfriend over for the weekend? Maybe he just meant during the day because Leonard could not see her staying overnight.

"She'd do that?" Leonard asked.

"Of course she would. I'm offended that you don't trust me to be alone for one weekend, but Amy likes sleeping here. It shouldn't take too much convincing."

"Amy has slept here before?"

"What do you think I did while you were gone? Honestly, Leonard. I did not sit here alone waiting for the day you walked back through the door."

Leonard was still confused. "Are you and Amy sleeping together?"

"Why on Earth would you think that?" Sheldon said.

"You just said that she slept here."

"Yes. She either slept in your room or on the couch. We are completely capable of sleeping in the same apartment without engaging in intercourse."

Of course Sheldon would have platonic sleepovers with his girlfriend of three years. "I'm not saying I don't trust you. I'm just saying that I won't be rushing back from San Francisco if you have any problems."

"I'll call Amy later. I'm sure that she will be happy enough to come over if it will ease your mind," Sheldon said before stalking back to his room.

Leonard didn't tell his friend, but it did make him feel better to have Amy near by. As his relationship with Penny had gotten stronger, Leonard was glad that Sheldon had Amy.

By the time Friday morning came around, everything had been settled. Just as Sheldon predicted, Amy was happy to spend the weekend with him. Leonard was going to drop Sheldon off at work on the way to the airport and Amy was going to drive him home again that night.

"I'm serious, Sheldon. Don't you dare call me for anything less than a life or death emergency. Penny and I really need this weekend. We haven't had much time alone since before I went to the North Sea."

"I won't. Have a good trip. Although, I still think you are making a mistake not taking the train. Remember how much fun we had when we took the train to San Francisco a couple years ago?"

"I don't remember any fun. I remember being humiliated by Summer Glau while you fought with Penny over the phone for half the trip."

"You weren't humiliated by Summer Glau. She just left the train before you got to hit on her."

"Same difference. Now get out of my car so that I can get to the airport," Leonard said. Penny had fallen asleep in the backseat because seven was too early for her to be up. She thought it was practically the middle of the night.

Sheldon went into work and had a productive day. He was in the middle of solving some equations when his phone pinged to let him know that Amy was texting him.

Hi, Sheldon. I'm here to take you home.

He smiled a little bit to himself. He sent a quick reply asking her if she could wait. If anyone else was out there, he would have just told them to wait. Amy's time, on the other hand, was valuable, so he wanted to make sure that she would be okay with waiting until he was finished.

That's fine, Sheldon. I'll be at the coffee shop around the corner. Text me when you are done or just come find me.

Sheldon knew the coffee shop she was talking about very well. He didn't drink coffee, but that was the shop where they had first met. He would sometimes walk there and buy himself a cup of tea alone. It was sentimental hogwash, but he still found himself drawn to the place where his life had been irrevocably changed.

He finished up his work and decided to just walk over to find Amy rather than call her back. He opened the door and saw her there. Amy's back was to him and she was bent over a book. Her coffee sat undisturbed with an untouched scone sitting next to it. She was completely absorbed in whatever she was reading.

Sheldon bought himself a cup of tea and a cookie before going to join her. Amy only looked up when he pulled the chair out from the table to sit down.

"Sorry. I'm waiting for... you," she said with a smile when she realized it was Sheldon. "I thought someone was going to try to steal the chair. Did you get everything done?"

"Well, one can hardly 'get everything done' regarding physics, but yes, I finished the equations that I was working on. Thanks for waiting."

"No problem," Amy said as she took a sip of her coffee. She made a face and set it back down. "It's cold," she explained.

"Do you want me to get you a new one?" Sheldon asked.

Sheldon had become a lot more thoughtful over the summer. She wasn't sure if it was because they had spent so much time together, so he understood her more or if it had something to do with temporarily losing his best friend. Amy was just glad that he hadn't been slipping back now that Leonard was home. He was still fundamentally Sheldon, but it was nice to have a boyfriend who offered to buy her a new cup of coffee when she let hers get cold or willingly grabbed her hand when they went to the movies.

"It's fine. Thank you, though," Amy told him. "Do you have any ideas of what we should do this weekend?"

"I was thinking that we could go to the zoo tomorrow. There have been some new baby gibbons born there. Would you like to go see them?"

"That would be lovely. Is there anything else you want to do?"

"I still need to do my laundry tomorrow night, but vintage video game night is off for tonight as is paintball on Sunday. My weekend is in shambles as it is. Do you have any ideas?"

"Well, Neil Gaiman is signing copies of his new book on Sunday. I thought that we could go see him."

"You like Neil Gaiman?"

"Of course I like Neil Gaiman. He's written some of my favorite books," Amy said defensively.

"Did you know he created one of the best comic book series I've ever read?"

"He did?" Amy asked. She didn't know the man's entire bibliography, but she did like some of his books.

"Yes. I'll have to show you The Sandman when we get home. It's brilliant."

Amy slammed the rest of her cold coffee. She was ready to go to Sheldon's. "Ready to go? Should we pick up dinner on the way back?"

"That sounds perfect. I can check the tangerine chicken that way," Sheldon said. He picked up some of Amy's books from the table and carried them out to her car.

Sheldon did show Amy his collection of Sandman comics when they got home. Well, after they ate, washed up, and Sheldon found Amy a pair of reading gloves. Amy typically hated Sheldon's comics, but she had to admit that these ones were pretty interesting. They were darker than she had expected. Amy got sucked into the story and spent most of the nigh curled up on the opposite side of the couch from Sheldon reading while he played his vintage video games alone.

It wasn't until he said her name for the third time that Amy realized that Sheldon was talking to her. "Amy, it's nearly eleven o'clock. I'm going to go to bed."

"Okay," Amy said. Sheldon hesitated.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to join you?" Amy said with a smirk.

Sheldon thought about it and he kind of did want her to go to bed with him. Then he shook the thought from his head. Those kinds of thoughts were becoming more common, but not more comfortable.

"I changed the sheets on Leonard's bed this morning before we went to work, so you can sleep in there if you want," Sheldon finally said before getting up and going back to his room.

Amy just stared after him for a moment before going back to her reading. Is he getting weirder or do I just forget how strange he can be? Amy thought.

It was well after midnight when Amy finally put the graphic novels down and went to bed. The apartment was quiet as she slipped into Leonard's bedroom. The walls were thin in the apartment, so she tried to be quiet as she changed into her nightgown and got ready for bed. After she brushed her teeth, Amy passed by Sheldon's door when she heard her name.

Amy opened the door to apologize for waking Sheldon up when he muttered her name again and turned over. He was clearly still asleep, so Amy silently closed the door and went back into Leonard's room.

"He dreams about me," Amy whispered to herself. That fact made it hard for Amy to fall asleep despite the late hour. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on in Sheldon's head only a few feet from her own. Finally, she did drift off to sleep where she could have her own dreams about Sheldon.