Title: His brain in her scans

Author: BellamortsdaughterNesha

Author’s Note: this is my first big bang theory fic, and its probably going to be my last one. Writing for scientific guys is hard, even though I know my share of science nothing seemed good enough. *shrugs* I had a blast doing it and I know that while Beverly could be Sheldon’s mother they still look great as a couple.

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy and tell me what you think!

Oh yes... italics means that they are dialogues that have happened in the past.

The first thing she registered upon waking up was the clean smell of the sheets she was covered with. It was that welcoming detergent smell that reassured one that the sheets were clean, maybe even unused, and that you didn’t have to worry about sleeping in them. The second thing she registered was the fact that she was completely naked. While her front was pressed unto the bed, her back was slightly uncovered and she could feel it slightly chilly compared to rest of her warm body.

As if she was waking from a delicious dream, Beverly slowly started to move on the bed, her eyes still closed as she stretched her limbs. Her short hair fell over her face in soft ringlets of brown and dark blonde. She moaned a little before finally opening her eyes. What greeted her was not something she would have seen if she had wakened in her house, besides her husband, in her monotonous life. The mathematical equations in the white boards, the posters and comics lined up, the superhero figures screamed at her, telling her she shouldn’t be there, but her body, her heart, and her mind told her she belonged.

Dr. Beverly Hofstadter had been changed and not even her psychological intellect could reason why it had happened.

Somewhere between accepting to sing with Sheldon and waking up in his bed she had experience something she had never felt before. Suddenly her life was full of possibilities, full of excitement, and full of new ideas for each and every field she had ever studied. She knew that being with Sheldon was contra productive in a society but she honestly didn’t want to analyze all the stigmas behind it. She had simply let herself feel, experiment in the truly unknown, and grow.

Sheldon was to her like the apple had been to Newton, like the dogs to Pavlov, and like the growing children to Freud.

She had been robotic, un-wanting of human contact, and yet the boy, for he was a boy to her, had change that. Every pore in her body was on fire, even now, hours after their encounter. She turned slowly, pushing her hair back and feeling the cold metal of her wedding ring against her forehead. What was the fraction of the time a relationship, even if it was a fling, out of marriage worked?

“Ulang, lose not packed, steeped three minutes, two percent milk, warmed separately, one teaspoon sugar, raw sugar… hot.” Sheldon’s voice broke through her mathematical mind as he made his way towards the bed. He closed the door behind him, although it was still rather early. “Extra hot so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any significant loss of temperature.”

Her lips curled, although they rarely did, as she heard his voice. Slowly she turned to look at him, the probability operation halting abruptly in her mind. She got up, leaning against the headboard, the sterilized sheet held against her chest. She took the cup, her fingers instantly warmed as the heat energy was transferred from the cup to the tip of her fingers. She slowly rose the cup and pressed it against his lips. Just like she liked it.

“You have achieved an almost perfect homogeneous mixture at the correct temperature required for the flavor to be completely liberated.” She told him, praising him in a way that they both would understand.

“I’ve always said that I’m smarter than your son.” Sheldon sat at the edge of the bed, his legs pressed together. He was already fully clothed, not that she expected anything else since she too would get dressed almost as soon as she was out of bed. She could feel his eyes burning her skin, but no matter how much she recalled and repeated the laws of physics, she knew that his energy could not be transferred to her by a simple stare.

Beverly could not stop a giggle and snort from coming through her lips. How could Sheldon dematerialized the image she had created for herself? Not that she believed in dematerialization which was as ridiculous to her as spontaneous human combustion.

“I don’t suppose you will be staying for long.” Sheldon told her, his gaze never faltering, his posture never moving.

“You are right.” Beverly accepted. “Unlike my son, I do have original research to go back to.” She took another sip of her tea, the warmth transferring to her whole body as it passed. She had to research how a man, no a boy, could affect her so much. “I am currently studying the brainwaves of humans as they remember sexual tensions from their teenager years.”

His back straightened in interest. “That must be very interesting, not as interesting as studying the neuroscientific point of view of having intercourse for the sake of reproduction.”

Beverly blushed. It wasn’t like Sheldon needed her to bring her other laptop in order to know about her sex life, not anymore. “No, not as interesting, it’s just a little hobby that I have in the works, until real investigation comes around… still, scanning brains is exhilarating.”

“Having a brain scan is just as exhilarating.” Sheldon quickly told her. It was not a secret that he loved to have his brain scanned.

Beverly turned to look at him; her lips pressed close together, her eyebrow rising. “If you don’t mind flying to New Jersey it would be very helpful to have your brain in my scans.”

It was Sheldon’s turn to look down, slightly embarrassed and completely understanding the meaning behind her words.

“I have to urinate.” Beverly suddenly said as she put her cup down and started to look for her clothes. Where were they? Sheldon looked at her and then looked around. He wasn’t quite sure what they had done with their clothes from the previous days so he quickly took out a slightly long shirt and passed it to her. Beverly pushed it over her head and down her body before moving out of the sheets. “Excuse me.”

Sheldon watched her go, from his room straight to the bathroom. He had never considered that Superman’s logo could stimulate him in the way it was doing at the moment. Whether he wanted to accept it or not, Beverly excited him not only physically but intellectually. To him, she was one of the most remarkable women in the world, a true combination of brains and beauty.

What had happened yesterday? Empirical evidence clearly pointed to a passionate night of lovemaking. The fact that her clothes was missing was also a mystery, but something told him that he had to go and check the trail from the living room to his bedroom in order to find them. His overworking brain quickly brought the images back into his head.

They had finished singing, completely oblivious that Leonard had walked in on them. He marveled in the character change that Beverly had gone through as soon as the music had started to play and she was able to let go. After that song, multiple others had followed and they had ended up laying on the floor, which was as clean as his sheets, singing Chasing Cars by the Snow Patrol. “I don't know where confused about how as well, just know that these things will never change for us at all" He sang as he looked towards her.

She was resting against the crook of his arm looking at the screen to get the lyrics right. “If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?” She finished the last part looking up at him, the lyrics memorized from the previous choirs. Her eyes looked into his, his eyes looked into hers, and it was as if the whole history of the world, its evolution, its principles, its laws which they both loved, flashed in front of their eyes and indicated that they should just let go.

Sheldon let her play the part of the dominant female as she twisted in his arms and hovered above him. Beverly then let gravitation do its work and pull her mass towards his, or so she wanted to reason as her lips finally touched his. A spark, which she honestly didn’t know where it had come from, occurred the moment their lips touched. It was tentative, both of them experimenting the contrary to what they were conditioned to feel from their previous or current relationships. The kiss then grew heated as each of them fought for domination, it was simple animal instinct, and they both knew it.

Beverly pulled away, her breathing labored as Sheldon continued to kiss her neck. “What is this?” she asked, obviously referring to what they were doing and not caring to be specific enough.

Sheldon froze for a couple of seconds, his head pulling back, staring right ahead. “Would you like a scientific answer or one that will simply let us continue with the process of coupling?”

Beverly looked up at him. “Any.” She simply stated.

“This is part of the process of the Scientific Method in which we gather evidence from our senses; touch, taste, smell, and sight, in order to answer the problematic question of whether we are compatible or not.”Sheldon quickly answered, his voice analytical.

“Laws… laws tell us that in order for a scientific question to be answered the process has to be repeatable and multiple.” Beverly stammered as Sheldon went back to the gathering of evidence.

Sheldon simply smirked and continued with his exploration. The first article of clothing was taken of right there. The second article of clothing was draped over the couch as it was hastily dropped by Beverly on their way to the hallway. The third article of clothing was dropped on said hallway as an impatient Sheldon pulled it off and let it drop. By the time they were in his room, with the door closed, and the sheets around them, there was a trail of under clothing leading from the door to the bed. The rest of their heated night was too much for a gentleman like Sheldon to remember. It was easy to say, however, that they had done the experiment repeatedly and that they both had agreed that they were compatible.

Beverly came back into the room already wearing her clothes. Somehow, while he was visiting his memories, Sheldon had missed her leaving the bathroom, taking her discharged clothes, and moving to get dressed in new ones.. He sprung up from the bed and stared at her. Beverly stared back, not knowing what to say or do either. They would have probably continued to stare if Leonard’s door wouldn’t have opened. “Mother? Sheldon?” He asked as he saw them.

“Your theory of relation between two unique individuals through a workaday person has good basis.” Beverly quickly snapped as it was the first thing that popped into her head to explain why she and Sheldon were staring at each other.

“Certainly the math proves it.” Sheldon agreed with her as he turned to look at Leonard.

Beverly nodded slightly, her short her bobbing with every nod. “I have to pack.” She said almost stiffly, her robotic self emerging once more in front of her son. Before either Leonard or Sheldon could say anything else, Beverly had left the hallway and gone into the guest room.

Leonard stared after his mother and then turned to look at Sheldon. “What a remarkable woman.”

“Oh give it up!” Leonard exclaimed as he made his way towards the kitchen in search of something to take the pain out of his head.

Hours later, after breakfast, another cup of cold tea prepared by Leonard, and the tidying up of the apartment by Sheldon, Beverly was ready to leave. With suitcase in hand she waited patiently for her son to finish whatever he was doing in his head and show her to the door, or at least out of his apartment. “Leonard, there is a 75.3% probability that I will miss my flight if I do not leave this moment.”

“Coming mother.” He said as he went, slowly, towards her.

Sheldon stayed in the kitchen, cleaning glove and towel in hand, staring at her as Leonard gave him his back. “If I lay here, if I just lay here.” He murmured under his breath.

Knowing that if she sang it out loud her son would realize what was going on she decided to mouth it to him. “Will you lay with me, and just forget the world?”

Finish!

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