Title: "The Gamete Indeterminacy"
Description: After being away for two years, Amy is in town to take care of some business. Meanwhile, one theoretical physicist has a decision to make that will affect his career… and entire life.
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Word Count: 71,000+
Author's Note: Additionally, this is a companion piece to "The Coitus Consideration" and exists in the same universe, though it is not a sequel, and you needn't have read it to understand this story.
Disclaimer: The Big Bang Theory is an American sitcom created by Chuck Lorre and Bill Prady, and produced by them along with Lee Aronsohn. It is a Warner Brothers production and airs on CBS. All characters, plots and creative elements derived from the source material belong exclusively to their respective owners. I, the author of the fan fiction, do not, in any way, profit monetarily from the story.
Amy lay back against the cold cot, mentally running through the nucleotide and amino acid sequences of the neurotransmitter norepinephrine. It was the best distraction she had available to keep her from thinking about what was going on south of the border. After all, pelvis exams were—putting it mildly—one of her least favorite activities.
"All done, Amy," the doctor said after what seemed like an eternity of prodding, and then tapped Amy on the leg, signaling her to sit up. "Everything looks good. As you've requested, I'll forward all the records to the facility in Pasadena, but all in all, it looks like you are of sound feminine health, both structurally and hormonally."
Amy sighed with relief. "Good," she nodded.
"One thing, though," her doctor added. "I would like you to get a mammogram."
This was shocking news. "There's no history of breast cancer in my family," Amy said, "and I'm not yet 40."
"I understand," the doctor said. "And there is no reason to believe that it won't come back negative. But it's just standard protocol. In the off-chance that you do have breast cancer—and I'm sure you don't—they won't go forward with the procedure."
Amy nodded. "OK."
The doctor pulled out her iPad. "You'll have to see the receptionist on your way out to arrange an exact time, but I seem to have some openings on Wednesday three weeks from today."
"Three weeks from today?" Amy repeated. "There's no way I can wait that long. I leave Los Angeles tomorrow, and I'll only be in Pasadena a week before I move on to Washington." She was desperate. "How long would I have to wait to have one done locally in Pasadena?"
"I could probably schedule you for one at our sister facility within the next couple weeks."
"Couple weeks?" Amy gasped. "That's still too far away." She thought a minute. "Do I have any other options?"
The doctor drummed her fingers on her tablet. "I'll see what I can do."
Amy forced down her frustration and tried to remain calm. She wondered if her life would ever just work again. She remembered a time when things were good: good work, good home, good friends…
She took a deep breath. She was sure of her choice; she had to be, she was in too deep. But that fact didn't make this any easier. The doctor noticed her concern.
"Amy, trust me, everything will be okay," she smiled, and placed a hand on Amy's shoulder. "There's no doubt in my mind that you'll make a great mother."
Amy felt a shudder go down her spine.
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