So I think this will be a series of one shots relating to the growth of Amy and Sheldon's relationship. It may not have a definite plot, but each chapter will be dedicated to the sharing of secrets between both of them.

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Chapter 1 - Allergies

It's Tuesday night.

Sheldon usually goes to the movies; it is half price after all. But this particular Tuesday night the Texan scientist had been lassoed into a sudden arrangement alteration. He fidgets on the mattress, an unmade bed always makes him nervous, and with his bladder already full of Yahoo he can't help but press his thighs together. Sitting on the edge of Amy Farrah Fowler's bed, he half voluntarily listens to the sick neurobiologist sniffle and sneeze. She moans and pulls the covers over her ears while trying to roll out of the foetal position she's been locked in for the past hour. Sheldon feels awkward and at the back of his mind it irks him to know that the movie will start in five minutes and he's sure he will miss it. Amy's weak hand brushes against his sleeve and he turns his attention back to her, ignoring that her germ infested fingers have made contact with his favourite Flash shirt.

"Yes Amy?" he asks.

"Can you make me tea?" Amy croaks in a hoarse whisper.

Sheldon is pleased with her question, for he knows it will give him the excuse to leave and decontaminate his hands. But he also feels a tug in his chest cavity when he hears how pathetic his girlfriend sounds.

She's his girlfriend.

"What do you like in your tea?"

She sniffles a little, "I'll have the chai-mint, with honey please."

He nods and makes his way carefully out her room and into the kitchen. The house is dimly lit, with only lights on in the hall and a lamp in the living room. Outside is dark and Sheldon reaches for the light switch to steady himself so he doesn't bump into Ricky's cage and cause disruption from the small monkey.

It takes about five minutes to heat the water and put the hot beverage together. During this time Sheldon notices that his friends have made place on Amy's fridge, held up with silly alphabet magnets. He sees three magnets, "BFF" of course, slid crookedly together holding up a picture of Penny, Amy and Bernadette. It's fairly recent and he can notice the caramel coloured highlights that the crazy waitress had stained Amy's hair with. He is pleased with the change, though he can't understand why women do it. But it surely isn't anything important enough to concern himself with.

There are a few other pictures, one of everyone in his own living room, accompanied by various take-out boxes. Everyone is smiling at the camera, even him, though he quickly recognizes it as his practiced koala face. He is secured in his spot and Amy is in hers, leaning into his shoulder. He shakes off the questions in his mind to why she would enjoy squishing him.

The kettle rings and Sheldon turns from the refrigerator and goes to work. He smirks in pride with the wonderful drink he's made, not that he's at all surprised and makes way back to the bedroom. He sees that Amy has covered herself with another blanket, a quilt from the old lady in the apartment down the hall. He rubs her shoulder softly and calls her name. She stirs and unravels from the blankets. Her hair is messy and slightly curled; he wonders if she would use an iron every morning as Penny has once said. But he quickly becomes focused and sits next to her.

Offering the cup of tea, Sheldon states simply, "Here, it is what you requested. Though I am sure you are already aware, I feel in your current state it would do well for me to instruct you to be careful of the considerably scalding water."

She nods tiredly and takes the cup in her frail hands, lifting it slightly to her mouth to sip. He watches her drink for a moment and realizes he might not be needed anymore. So he rises to leave but is caught by Amy Farrah Fowler's sound of a whine, something he had never heard before.

"Don't go, I don't want to be alone." She says quietly. Sheldon understands, for he too doesn't enjoy being left when he is feeling sick. But he thinks of how easy it would be to catch her illness. He wants to leave but when he catches a glance of her reddened cheeks he also feels the need to whine.

"Amy I don't want to get sick as well."

She ponders for a moment, "Judging on the symptoms I have experienced throughout the day, including the chills, sore throat, inflamed sinuses, fatigue and slight nausea, I would say that I am merely under the metaphorical torture of a common flu-bug."

Sheldon nods, "I could have told you that from just stepping into this contaminated room."

"Yes well that is exactly my point. Three months ago on the sixteenth I had taken you to receive your flu shot. Do you remember?" she asks, taking another sip from her drink.

He lets out a haughty scoff, "Of course I remember. There are few that can truthfully state that they use their eidetic memory for good."

"With great power comes great responsibility I suppose." Amy mutters throatily, pulling the mug away from her to sneeze into the tissue clutched into her hand.

"Bless you." Sheldon says out of reflex. "Do you know where the phrase 'bless you' comes from?"

Amy sniffs and shoots him a glare, "Not now Sheldon, I am in nowhere near a state to retain any informational factoids."

"My dearest apologies."

She shakes her head and places the mug on the nightstand, "As I was saying, when you got your flu shot. I was there to accompany you in not only moral support but also as well as joining you in receiving the vaccination. But I had forgotten my health card in my old purse..."

As realization hit Sheldon his eyes widened, "Amy Farrah Fowler, I am sorry, I completely forgot to remind you the following day during our daily skype conversation as I promised. And just look at me, how I have tainted the name of eidetic memory!"

She gives her boyfriend a small smile of forgiveness, "It was not your fault, I had written the reminder on my fridge and put it off. But the reasoning for this trip down the figurtive memory lane was not to guilt you Sheldon. But to remind you that you have had your flu shot already for the year."

Sheldon's composure has relaxed, "You are right..."

"So I will ask once Sheldon. Will you stay with me, at least until I fall asleep?" she begs, but Sheldon doesn't register her shame in the question. In fact he thinks about all the boyfriend duties that Penny and Leonard have educated him on. Even though the situation was not directly addressed in "The Relationship Agreement" (though he's positive that will change once he gets a hold of it in his apartment) there is an emotion he feels within himself to keep Amy company. Is it sympathy? Maybe compassion? He's not too sure.

And that hardly happens to him.

"Yes. I will." He answers.

Amy smiles and scoots over, knowing that her companion prefers the spot on the bed closest to the door. He slips in next to her, even though before Amy he would have never even entertained the thought of sleeping with another person. But this isn't the first time they've shared a bed, he recalls when they had gotten so entranced in a game of "Counter-Factuals" that by the time he was ready to leave it was already 12:30 am and he felt horrible asking Amy to drive at the late hour. She of course didn't even think to ask him to take the bus, though it would make a practical Bazinga, and instead offered her home. He slept on her bed, for the couch was not a suitable place of sleeping at all, and he nearly fell on to the floor when she had joined him. As he was about to tell her off he noticed her move to the opposite end of the bed and curl under a separate blanket. He didn't really mind then. Maybe he was tired, maybe.

But this time she's not on the opposite side and she hasn't offered him a separate blanket.

He lies on his back, and his body goes stiff when the fabric of Amy's pyjamas touches him. She presses against his side and he feels her trembling with chills. He's not sure if the moment calls for direct comforting, but as Raj had told him once "women love being touched, seriously dude, get over it" and even though Sheldon is usually on the receiving side of hugs (89% of the time to be exact) he inhales and puts an arm around the shaking scientist. There's a warm sensation that washes over his worry when she ceases to shake and just nuzzles into his side.

"Are you asleep yet?" he whispers to her yearning for no answer and the opportunity to leave and catch the rest of "Super 8".

He hears her muffled voice, "I must be."

And he sighs in disdain for her whimsy, "Amy you are sick not delusional."

"I might as well be." She replies and pokes him gently underneath his forth left rib, his soft spot. He had foolishly let his guard one day and told her a story of how Missy would tickle him until he embarrassedly emptied his bladder in various places. "Tell me a secret Sheldon."

He doesn't know what to say, it's a strange request, but perhaps talking will tire her out quickly, and judging by the large quantity of Buckley's syrup she had ingested an hour previously he thinks that the night might be full of "Crazy Amy" and her ramblings, but he decides to play along regardless, "The request asks for something that I have broad choice to share, I'm not sure if you want anything specific to know about me."

She shrugs, "Your lead Cuddles."

He rolls his eyes at the comment and looks down at her, only to be surprised by the sight of his own arm stroking her dishevelled hair. How his body can betray him he thinks to himself. Then it strikes him.

"I am allergic to latex condoms." He states, feeling a blush rise to his face.

There's just silence.

"...Amy? Uh...are you asleep?" he asks rather hopefully.

"No, I am more awake than ever." She answers, and he can't make out the tone of her voice. She shifts her body to look up at him, "Sheldon, I want to thank you for that personal confession, but do you mind me asking how you know that?"

He feels uncomfortable now, and bit stupid for blurting it out, "I um...in college actually. It was a fellow student down the hall; he had borrowed my notes once and paid me back in a bag of Doritos and a red latex condom. He said maybe one day even I could put some use to it, and that I wore a lot of Flash shirts. He incorrectly believed that red was my favourite color. Gregory was also the presumptuous type."

"You put it to use?" Amy asked with her eyes widened.

Sheldon coughed, "No! Well yes... technically yes... I had tried it on, it was a weaker moment of mine I will admit, but I was just a curious fifteen year old boy, and the testosterone stimulating in my body was surely not my fault."

"I see..." Amy says, almost in a pleased manner, "So did you ever find the substitute?"

Sheldon massages his temple, "After a rather embarrassing visit to the campus nurse involving hives near my genitals, she directed me to various assortment, and lead me to the polyurethane made kind."

"Oh..."Amy trails off, feeling bad for making Sheldon sleep in the same bed and then reveal such an awkward fact. She decides to retaliate with a related secret of her own, "If it makes you feel better, I sneeze after I orgasm."

Sheldon doesn't say anything for a moment, but then he finally manages to speak after remembering how to breathe, "Usually a statement irrelevant to any aspect of the conversation would not in deed make me feel better...however I find your secret and display of trust almost...reassuring."

"Really?"

"I would not lie about such a thing."

Amy smiles and snuggles back next to him, head on his chest. About ten minutes later she feels the surface that her head is lying on quiver and hears a shaky sound escape Sheldon's lungs. Amy hasn't heard this sound before, it's not his ridiculous breathy laugh and she can't help but assume that he is crying in her bed. So she opens her eyes and with much effort pushes herself up to look him in the eye. But then she sees that he is actually laughing. It's not a hilarious laugh; it's more of a light chuckle.

But she knows his genuine face and thus feels the need to ask, "What's so funny?"

His chuckling finally dies down and makes a face similar to his Koala watching one, "You are."

Amy is baffled, she is miserable and sick and her boyfriend finds her funny?

She huffs, "What do you mean?"

"If I remember correctly, and I know I do, the number was one hundred and twenty eight?" he says with a soft huskiness from his throat.

Amy freezes for a second, she's not sure what the number is supposed to represent, but then she realizes that he's thought back to their first date. The conversation that had started with Penny's mention of coitus. Amy's lips tug upwards into an uncontrollable smile and the comprehension of the source of her boyfriend's laughter. And she begins to laugh herself.

"You jerk!" She weakly smacks his arm and settles back into her comfortable spot, feeling Sheldon's long fingers graze against her shoulder.

"You know I mean nothing of it Amy." He whispers into the darkened room. "However the thought of you sneezing in such a continuous manner has me amused."

She feels sleepiness over take her; "Yes well...I suppose it is funny."

Sheldon is about to reply when she yawns, so instead he strokes her head again, as comforting as he can. He doesn't feel weird that they've discussed such personal things, when in fact they've just reached "first base" as Amy put it. He knows then that he really does not mind sharing a bed with Amy, sick or not. And at that thought he remembers that she is indeed sick, so he begins in a hushed whisper.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur... happy kitty, sleepy kitty, pur pur purr..."

When he hears her slowed breathing and soft snores it is then he plants a light kiss on her forehead.

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