Disclaimer: As much as I would love to say that I own any of these wonderful characters, I don't. I don't even get to keep the ones I make up. They belong to the folks who created the Big Bang Theory. If you want to pay me for this story, then too bad. Make the check out to Chuck Lorre, et. al. :) This work of fiction is meant to be a literal alternate universe, therefore there are several elements in the first half of the fic which are taken directly from the show, such as Sheldon's childhood experiments, the relationship agreement, and Dr. Plimpton's visit. These elements were the ideas of the writers of The Big Bang Theory and are used solely for the purpose of keeping the characters' histories accurate to the show, up to the point where this universe completely diverges from the canon universe.
Author's note: Welcome to my next fic. I came by this idea while contemplating the fact that Sheldon and Amy were both friendless as children. I wondered how life might have been different if they had at least had each other. And this is my take on it. I rated it T for later chapters. Also, this is obviously an AU fic, so, while the characters will be recognizable, they'll obviously also be a little different. Especially since the whole point is to explore how having a childhood friend could have affected their emotional connection with people, in general, and (more importantly) their emotional connection with each other. So sit back and please enjoy. :)
"Class, can I have your attention please?"
Sheldon ignored the teacher and continued to read his new favorite book, A Brief History of Time, by Stephen Hawking. He seriously doubted that anything Mrs. Mayhew had to say would be of use to him.
He looked over the top of his book at his teacher.
"Please put down the book, which you are not supposed to be reading in the first place, and pay attention."
He blinked at his teacher, contemplating the pros and cons of continuing to defy her. Ultimately he decided he did not wish to listen to his mother and father yell at him when he brought home a note from Mrs. Mayhew, and set down his book.
"Thank you." Mrs. Mayhew cleared her throat and smiled. "Class, we have a new student today. I want you to give her a warm welcome okay?"
"Okay," the class repeated. Sheldon hated when they did that. They sounded like brainless drones.
He rolled his eyes and picked up his book to resume reading. New classmates did not interest him. All it meant was that there was another brainless individual added to the class; one who would likely insist on teasing him for not reading picture books. He sighed. He really detested the first grade.
"Come on dear, don't be shy. Class this is Amy. Please give her a nice welcome and say hello."
"Hello," the class chorused. Sheldon again rolled his eyes and continued reading.
He felt a paper ball hit his face, and looked to his left, again setting down his book. Missy was glaring at him.
"Why can't you be normal?" she hissed.
"Why can't you be smart?" he whispered back.
She stuck her tongue out at him and he, in turn, stuck his tongue out at her.
"Sheldon? Missy? Is there something you'd like to share with the whole class?"
Sheldon looked up at Mrs. Mayhew, who was looking towards him with raised eyebrows, a hand on the shoulder of the new student Amy.
"Missy was asking me why I can't be normal, and I was questioning why she can't be smart."
"Good going…" he heard Missy mutter under her breath.
"Are you two supposed to be talking during class?" Mrs. Mayhew asked.
Missy sat up and put on a pretty smile. "No, Mrs. Mayhew. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"Thank you Missy."
Mrs. Mayhew looked back at Sheldon. "And do you have something you wish to say as well Sheldon?"
"No." He picked his book back up.
He heard a giggle, looked over the top of his book for the source, and saw the new student Amy, with a hand over her mouth. Perfect. Just as he suspected, another idiot added to the list of classmates who laughed at him. He looked at her through narrow eyes. Mrs. Mayhew also looked at Amy, frowning for a moment, before putting her smile back on.
"Amy, I believe we need to find you a seat."
Don't let her sit next to me, thought Sheldon. There's an empty seat on the other side of the room. Put her there.
"Why don't you go sit in that seat over there?" Mrs. Mayhew pointed at the empty desk to Sheldon's right.
Sheldon sighed and watched as Amy walked towards him. She was a slight girl, with straight brown hair, held back with a single barrette, and what appeared to be green eyes behind black framed glasses. She was wearing a green cardigan over a white, button down shirt, tucked into a blue, plaid, pleated skirt, with black socks pulled up to her knees, and brown Mary Jane shoes on her feet.
As she found her seat, Amy glanced over at him. He turned his head around to the front in response, yet again picking up his book. He would never finish it if he kept getting interrupted.
"Alright class, let's continue with our math lesson…Sheldon please put the book down and pay attention. Do I need to take it away from you?"
Sheldon sighed and set the book down, looking at Mrs. Mayhew. "I already know high school algebra. Why should I have to pay attention to your explanation of how three plus two is five?"
He heard Missy groan on his left. He ignored her. It was not his fault he was so much smarter than everyone.
"Sheldon, remember the conversation your parents and I had with you just yesterday?"
Sheldon remained silent. Yes, of course he remembered the conversation. Besides the fact that it was only yesterday, he had an eidetic memory (he had looked up the technical term for "photographic memory" one day on a whim).
Yesterday, after school, his parents and Mrs. Mayhew had told him that he had to stop acting superior. Apparently his parents did not wish to move him into a higher grade at this time, despite his repeatedly begging them, and therefore he was to be subjected to the entire year in first grade. They had made him promise that he would behave himself, regardless of the fact that he had told them he never misbehaved. He only ever found ways to amuse himself, such as reading books more suited to his current intelligence level, while the rest of the class, too stupid to comprehend what he was reading, spent their time listening to Mrs. Mayhew teach them how to spell…or count on their fingers…or read. Yes. The bulk of his classmates couldn't even read anything more complex than Dr. Suess. Not that Sheldon begrudged anyone reading Dr. Suess, per say. His work was fantastic, even if it was a little too easy to read.
"Sheldon?" Mrs. Mayhew's voice had a warning in it.
He sighed. "Yes."
"Yes, I remember the conversation."
Mrs. Mayhew smiled at him. "Very well. Now put away the book and pay attention."
As Sheldon put down his book and clasped his hands in front of himself on his desk, mentally preparing for a tedious morning, Mrs. Mayhew said, "Yes, Amy?"
Sheldon looked to his right, to see Amy putting her hand down.
"Mrs. Mayhew, why does Sheldon have to pay attention?"
"Well, because it's polite and he needs to learn the lesson."
"But if he really does already know high school algebra, then doesn't it make more sense for him to spend the time learning something else?"
Sheldon looked at Amy more carefully, frowning. Perhaps he was wrong about this girl. Perhaps she wasn't as stupid as the rest of the class.
Sheldon looked back at Mrs. Mayhew. Her lips were thinner than normal.
She took a deep breath and smiled again, "Sheldon's parents have decided that he belongs in the first grade, and, therefore, it is his duty to actively participate in the lesson. Of course, as a teacher, I encourage him, and all of you, to learn as much as you can, but not when I am trying to teach you something different. Alright?"
Sheldon looked back at Amy, who first raised her eyebrows and then frowned, opening her mouth, presumably to speak. However, Mrs. Mayhew said, "Ok class! Let's get started!" and turned towards the blackboard.
Amy looked over at Sheldon and shrugged her shoulders.
He blinked at her. Was it possible that there was someone in the class who was capable of understanding his intelligence? Interesting indeed.
He turned back around to stare at the blackboard, and use the time to contemplate the meaning of what he had read, while Mrs. Mayhew taught first grade math to the rest of the class.
Sheldon sat against the fence, which enclosed him and his classmates within the school boundaries, while the rest of his class was off playing during recess. He did not care for physical activity, and would prefer to spend the time reading, especially if he was not to be allowed to read during class time.
He had only been reading for a couple minutes before he saw someone sit next to him out of the corner of his eye.
He pursed his lips, keeping his eyes on his book, and preparing himself to ignore whatever taunt was about to be tossed in his direction.
"Is that a good book?"
Sheldon, not immediately recognizing the voice, looked over to see the new girl, Amy, sitting cross legged next to him, a book in her own lap.
"Yes, it is…or it would be if I didn't keep getting interrupted," he said, raising his eyebrows and then turning back to his book.
"I think it's really stupid that you had to pay attention in math today."
Sheldon blinked and then looked back over at Amy. "Thank you."
She blinked at him, expressionless. "Do you really know high school algebra?"
She sighed. "My own math skills aren't as good. I'm only at a fifth grade level…but I prefer science anyways."
Another aspiring scientist? Sheldon set his book in his lap and turned to face Amy. "Really?"
She nodded. "Yes. I love biology. I want to be a neurobiologist one day."
Sheldon wrinkled his nose. "But that's about icky, squishy stuff. And physics is a much more fascinating subject."
Now it was Amy's turn to wrinkle her nose. "There's just too much math involved. I already told you math isn't my strongest subject. I mean, how can I be a world renowned physicist if I can't even get past fifth grade math in first grade? And besides, I want to study the organ responsible for the thought processes that led to the discovery of physics."
Sheldon nodded thoughtfully. "True. There's not much hope for you, if you only know fifth grade math. I can see why you would choose to fall back on something like biology."
Amy cocked her head, looking thoughtful and then looked at Sheldon. "Do you want to be my friend?"
Sheldon thought for a moment. Amy was the first peer he had met who was even remotely close to his own intelligence level. And she hadn't made fun of him. And she had stuck up for him in class. Perhaps being her friend would be ok.
He nodded. "Ok."
Amy stuck out her hand. "I should officially introduce myself. I'm Amy Farrah Fowler."
Sheldon looked at Amy's hand and said, "And I'm Sheldon Lee Cooper…but I don't shake hands."
Amy put down her hand and shrugged. "It's just as well. I don't like touching people much anyways."
Sheldon raised his eyebrows. This just might be the start of a beautiful friendship.
A/N: Thank you very much for reading. A fair warning that I'm going to probably write this fic a little slower than my last. As much as I love writing, I don't want to feel like it's taking over my life. :) And now, remember, Reviews Appreciated. :)