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Heey... First time attempting to write fanfiction (please be gentle!) Anyway, I thought I'd do a mock teleplay focusing on Sheldon's train romp after season 7 finale, and using some of the ideas I've gathered from conversations with friends about what could have caused Sheldon's ADORABLE quirks. I'm gonna paste it here for now, as I'm still trying to get my bearings with my new fanfiction.net account. As soon as I have it up I will delete the text and put up the link instead. But please, let me know if this is something you like or find intriguing, and I will hopefuly find time to continue to write this out :3 Also, please suggest tags for this before I upload it to fanfiction.net... I feel like a clueless noob there . Here we go! Chapter 1: The set is a daytime shot, inside of an Amtrack Coastliner. Sheldon enters the cabin and, after brief consideration, sits hugging his satchel instead of putting it in the overhead compartment. He shuffles a bit in his seat as people walk by looking for an empty seat. A teenage boy stops beside him. Kid: Is this seat taken? Sheldon: Yes. The kid sits in another seat. Everyone settles and he seems relieved to have been left alone. He takes out his phone, glances at the time and sets it down instead of putting it away. The train pulls out of the station. A woman about his age, but wearing clothes that seem too young for her age turns over the seat in front of him and leers. He tries to hide his discomfort and fails miserably. He doesn’t look at her directly but before long she speaks. Woman: Hello… Shelly. Sheldon looks up in utter shock and his jaw drops as realization dawns on him. Sheldon: What are YOU doing here? Woman: Is that any way to greet me after so long? What’s the matter? You look like you saw a ghost. Sheldon: No offense but you’re really the last person in the world I want to see right now, and that’s saying a lot, since I’m practically on a mission to get away from every single person I know, even the ones I actually like. Woman: Your words, they cut. After delivering these words dryly, the woman continues to regard him guardedly, but with curiosity. Sheldon (standing up): Well this was… something, now excuse me… Woman: Sure, move, the only empty seats are next to a six-year-old, and another one next to dreadlocks with the strong patchouli scent. Or next to me, of course (she pats the seat next to her with a look of derision) Sheldon sits back down, sneering. Sheldon: This can’t be a coincidence, last I head of you was you were living in Arizona. Woman: That was almost twenty years ago Shelly, you haven’t exactly kept up with me. Not that I blame you or anything. Well… a little. She tries to smirk but snaps back to a poker face when she gets no reaction from Sheldon. Both characters are silent for a few seconds. Sheldon looks down contemplatively; the woman keeps looking at him like she’s trying to read him. Woman: Anyway yeah, it’s not a coincidence I’m here. And you know there’s only one person who could have sent me. Sheldon: I never thought people could get so desperate so quickly. Woman: You bailed almost two months ago. Sheldon: I did NOT bail; I needed some time for contemplation. Not that I owe YOU any explanations. Woman: Ouch, stop, you wound me deeply. Sheldon: Let’s not drag this out any more than we have to; just give me your message, or your warning, or words of safe passage through the underworld or whatever it is they sent you to give me. Woman: Are you really in that much of a hurry to send me away? You’re not the least bit curious as to what’s become of me? Sheldon: Correct, I have far too much on my mind right now without adding ancient quarrels and long-forgotten devastation to the mix. Woman: So you have enough with the present quarrels and devastation that you’re making worse by running away… AGAIN? Sheldon (starting to lose his composure): I did NOT run away back then, I left the country to pursue my higher studies. And I owe you no explanation Gris, no more than you owe me. We are what we are, like we inadvertedly were back then. I have absolutely no interest in bringing up that part of my past again. So please, I beg of you, tell me what you have to tell me and then GO AWAY! Gris (after a few seconds of thought): You changed. I mean, I don’t blame you, maybe I’m also too close to myself to realize how little of that girl you once knew is left but… damn! They both look away from each other and meditate silently for a few seconds. Gris: Your mother sent me, to give you this. Gris throws an envelope at him. He opens it and looks at the content, a plane ticket. Sheldon: Why? Gris: Didn’t say… You’ll just have to find out. Now go ahead and make your phone call before whoever gets worried. Sheldon: How did you know I have to make a phone call? Gris (turning around to sit down): You’ve been white-knuckling your phone and obsessively checking the time while we’ve been talking. (Over her shoulder) Have a good life, Sheldon. Sheldon, after a few beats, composes himself enough to dial Amy’s number.