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Drakken sat in his lab, with a pen in his mouth and tapping his fingers slightly on the desk. He was on the verge of ripping his hair out, but he had one more interview to get through, and this better be the one. His ad for assistant in Villain’s Digest had brought him many applicants. Once he weaved through the villain wannabe’s, there were 5 people he did want to interview. However, he had struck out on every person thus far, and after this, he was out of options. He needed someone with muscles and the ability to fight. He felt his own anger build up inside of him at the thought of giving away some power to someone else, but he has heard of this Kim Possible. He has seen footage of her and her dopey sidekick in action, and although he was hesitant to admit it, he could never take over the world with her in the picture.

He wasn’t a fighter. He had brains (one of the greatest minds of the generation, in his humble opinion), but he was absolutely useless in combat. He had henchmen like any normal villain, but they wouldn't do. Kim Possible has defeated henchmen all over the world from every villain she has come into contact with. If he was going to beat Possible, he needed something more. Something that no one else had. Something-

“Dr. Drakken?” a knock at the door and a voice took him out of his thoughts. He turned his chair to find himself staring at a gorgeous woman. She wore a black and green jumpsuit, and her long black locks went past her torso. Looking at her, he decided she was the very definition of perfection in terms of attractiveness. He shook his head. There is no way this woman is the one for combat. Although she had a devilish grin on her face, she looked like she cared way too much about her appearance to fight.

He cleared his throat. “Hello, Miss, uh?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s Shego. No need to have the miss in there.”

He stood up to shake her hand, and she took it. “Uh Shego, did the henchmen just let you in? Normally, they bring the person interviewing up here.” He felt his cheeks blush, and he silently cursed himself. Why was he suddenly so nervous?

She grinned. “Take a look out there and see what you think.”

His puzzled expression could not go undetected by Shego as he entered the hallway, and his eyes widened at the scene. Henchmen- his henchmen- on the floor, knocked out cold. Drakken bit his lip before speaking. “Did you just-”

Suddenly her hands lit up with green plasma, and he jumped back. He had never seen such a thing be so natural. “I figured it would be easier if you saw what I could do instead of going through a bunch of pointless questions.” She shrugged as she spoke, as if her response was something obvious.

“All the henchmen? From the entrance of the lair to this floor?” Drakken’s eyes didn’t leave her hands, which did not go unnoticed by Shego.

The fire in her palms disappeared as she crossed her arms over her chest. “They will wake up soon.” She paused for dramatic effect before that smuggish grin reappeared on her face. “Maybe.”

He laughed. He couldn’t help himself. This woman was the perfect addition to his team. Someone that could come face to face with Kim Possible and defeat her. Once his laughs became controllable, he smiled at her. “Well Shego, when can you start?”

………

Drakken had spent all night working on a contract. Shego was willing to work with him, but she demanded a contract that she would read fully and even add in her own requests before signing. Drakken wanted her, so he played along. Surely, they could work something out that would serve both of their interests. And by all means, Drakken wasn’t stupid. Once she left his lair, he did extensive research on Shego. She had been in Villians Digest a handful of times with articles praising her handiwork. The more he dug into his research, the more intrigued he was with Shego working for him. She seemed to always be hired help but never minded getting her hands dirty. She was wanted in 11 countries, all of which have articles about her crimes of violence: theft, arson, and even murder. The woman sure has bloodied up her hands, and the more he read about her, the giddier he felt. If anyone could kick Kim Possible off that high horse she was on, it would be Shego.

The next day, Shego sat across from him in his office, reading over the contract he had written. The contract stated that she would be loyal to him for a year, and at the end of one year, they could evaluate where they both stood. It had also stated her amount of pay and vacation time, which he was positive she would find incredibly generous, so he let himself relax into his chair as she looked it over.

“I don’t do long term.” Shego’s words nearly had him out of his chair. He was about to argue that long term was in the ad she applied for, but before he could, she spoke again. “I’ll do three months. If we want to make it long term after that, I’ll sign another contract.”

“But I-” he struggled to find his words. “I just- long term has always-” Shego raised an eyebrow at him, and he slammed his fist down on the table in defeat. “Arg! Fine.” He grabbed the papers from her and changed the time frame to three months with an evaluation period at the end of that term. He tossed the papers back at her, and she smirked. Clearly, she thought, this guy is going to be easy to manipulate.

Shego began reading again, and suddenly stopped. She raised her head to meet his eyes, which were staring at her eagerly. “I want freedom to work with other villains,” she said matter of factly.

His jaw dropped. “What? This is a job contract. You can’t just-”

She waved her hand at him, causing him to halt his words. “I am typically a one and done type of girl. I am giving you three months with a possibility of going longer. I will assist you with what you need, but when you don’t need me, I want freedom to do whatever I want with whomever I want.”

His face twitched. She hadn’t even signed his contract, and she was already getting on his last nerve. Drakken kept trying to speak, but more noises came out than words. She watched him, clearly amused, but she didn’t say a word. He was about to tell her to forget the whole thing when he suddenly remembered every article he read about her last night. “Argh! You are so frustrating!” She crossed her arms, but her facial expression did not change.

“Fine. Okay. You can have freedom to work with others ONLY when I am not in need of your assistance.” Drakken emphasized the word ‘only,’ and Shego smiled at him. He let out a deep, annoyed breath, and grabbed the papers from her once again to add this clause into the contract.

“Oh, and you’re a mad genius scientist, right?” Shego asked, innocently.

He nodded and grinned at her. “You are looking at the greatest mind of the generation.” It was his turn to be smug, but he was disappointed when she didn’t take the bait.

“Yeah, whatever. In that case, you might as well add a no cloning clause in that contract. Actually, you can’t use my DNA for anything, but especially not that.”

His face twitched for the second time in the last 5 minutes. “You are impossible.” She glared at him, unamused. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “I’ll go ahead and add that in here.”

Once he was done, he passed the papers back to Shego. She grabbed the pen and signed her name. “Well, Dr. Drakken. Looks like you got yourself a new partner.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Assistant.”

She crossed her arms. “Partner.”

Drakken frowned but was willing to negotiate. “Side-kick.”

Shego uncrossed her arms and ignited her hands, letting the threat of her plasma take over his mind. “Partner.”

He laughed, nervously. “Partner,” he agreed.

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Drakken walked Shego through the lair, showing her every room. He started with the bottom floor where all the henchmen resided, and moved up to the main floor where his lab, his office, and his experiments were held. At the top of the floor was his living space. There was a kitchen, a living room, 2 bathrooms, and 3 bedrooms. She looked around in awe, amazed that the top floor could look so much like a home while the bottom two floors looked far too much like a lair. He cleared his throat. “The henchmen are going to clean out one of those rooms, so you can have your own space.” 

She whipped around to face him so fast that she nearly knocked herself off her own feet. “You expect me to live here? With you?” 

Drakken paused for a moment, feeling his cheeks blush. “I just assumed?” He shrugged, trying to play it off. “It’s much more convenient, and you’ll have your own space. I’m not up here much. I usually sleep in the lab, and-” he was rambling, which made him blush more. 

Shego placed her hands on her hips and began tapping her foot, not taking her eyes away from Drakken’s. “All my previous assistants have stayed here, and I can assure you, they were all very comfortable.”

“Partner. I’m your partner. Not your assistant, remember?” Shego kept tapping her foot in annoyance.

“Right. Partner. My other partners have stayed here.” Drakken gently tapped his fingers together, afraid of her. He was glad she was intimidating. That is, afterall, an important part of evil. However, he didn’t expect to be intimidated by his own assistant. Sorry, partner. 

 Her eyes told him he was only making the situation worse, so he zipped his lips. She placed her thumb and a finger under her chin, as if she was thinking about it before she gave him a response. “Absolutely not.”

He glared at her, but when realization of who he was looking at took over him, he wanted to smack himself. Of course the thought of living here would freak her out. Although she was a massive criminal, she was still a girl. A girl who would value her privacy and not desire to move in with some man she just met. He sighed and rubbed his temples. “Okay. I’ll have that room to the right cleared out just in case you change your mind.” 

“I won’t,” she said as she turned around and went back to familiarizing herself with her surroundings. 

…………..

Two weeks into working for Drakken, she refused to admit he was right, but the truth was, she had deeply considered sleeping on the couch in the lair (because she refused to move in) more often than not. The late night tasks are frequent, and going home sounded silly when it was 3 am. 

Nevertheless, she always went home anyway. Partly for comfort, but mainly because she thought it would be dangerous to let Drakken know he could be right about something. These two weeks have been incredibly formal, and he really only had her steal a few things. She mostly stayed in his lab, watching him work. He was preparing some nano robot tick that would help him take over the world although she didn’t quite understand how. (He has told her 100 times, but she either couldn’t grasp his scientific words or she stopped listening to him altogether). 

While she didn’t quite know what he was building, Shego still helped in any way she could. Fetching tools, getting ready for an intruder (Drakken went on and on about Kim Possible, who he was sure would show up and spoil his plans), and stealing a robot tick from some creepy biologist. 

At this point, she was getting really tired of not doing much when an alarm went off. “Intruder alert!” Shego screamed. 

Draken had a laser to the robot tick, and without even so much as giving her a glance, he shouted back. “I can’t hear you! The intruder alert is too loud!” 

Shego rolled her eyes. How could someone so brilliant be so stupid? She ran toward him and yanked him by the arm, pulling him to the screen, where the camera showed Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable swimming toward the lair. “Drakken.” She started off calmly. “If the intruder alert is going off, that means THERE’S A FREAKING INTRUDER!” 

He gaped at the screen when his brain put Shego’s words together, but then he grinned devilishly. “Finally, we will meet Kim Possible.” 

……..

“Okay, so she blew up your lair.” Shego stated in an attempt at making light of the situation. “At least it wasn’t the lair you live in.” 

“Arg, Shego! I will not be outsmarted by a teenager.”

Shego snorted. “Hate to break it to you, Doc, but you just kind of were.” 

Drakken’s frustrations came out in an irritated shrill. “Shego!” 

……….

The robert tick was long gone in the explosion. Shego’s ears were still ringing from Drakken’s non-stop complaints and irritation about it as she drove home. She had been frustrated by the teen’s win herself, but dear lord, that man never shut up. As Shego pulled into her driveway, her phone buzzed. She glanced at the caller ID and took a deep breath in and let it out slowly before she answered. “Yes Dr. Drakken?” 

“It has a tracker.” His voice sounded groggy, like he had either been up too long or he had just woken up. Shego would bet money it was the first one. 

She placed a hand on her forehead and rubbed for a second before letting her hand slip down her own cheek. “What has a tracker?” 

“The tick, Shego. It has a tracker.” 

“Okay, so track it.” 

“I can’t.” 

“Why not?” The more he talked, the more irritable she became. 

“The tracker exploded with the lair.” 

She dropped her head against the steering wheel and gritted through her teeth. “You’re calling me to tell me the very thing you need to track the tick has exploded?” 

“Yes.” He sounded so sure of himself- like the words coming out of his mouth weren’t crazy. However, she didn’t want to lose her temper on him so early on in their contract. Despite his, for lack of a better word, quirks, he was quite good to work for. He paid her well, treated her with respect, didn’t look at her like an object, and his need for approval made him easy to manipulate. 

“I’m going to bed, Dr. Drakken,” she finally said. “Goodnight.” 

She was about to hang up when he spoke again. “No, Shego, you don’t understand. I can build another tracker.” 

She knew where this was headed. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” He stayed silent, and less than a minute of his silence did the trick for her. “UGH! Fine. I’ll be right there.” 

“Thanks, Shego!” He said, giddy. She rolled her eyes and hung up the phone. What had she gotten herself into? 

… …………

They both were up all night. Drakken took a power nap while Shego stole the required parts he needed to build his tracker, but the second Shego got back, he was all about work. It was 5 am, and her eyes were fighting her to stay open as Drakken was building his tracker. “You can take a nap on the couch if you’d like,” he said, finally looking up from his project and acknowledging her existence. 

“I’m fine,” she mumbled. It took so much energy from her to even speak, but she refused to let him win.  She had one hand holding her chin up while the other was placed on the desk, keeping her body from falling over in her chair. She was fine . 

He shrugged. “Suit yourself.” 

She jumped every time he made a noise or spoke. She sighed. “I’m going to get some coffee. Do you want some?” 

He nodded but didn’t even look in her direction. This was going to be a long night. 

Before she knew it, it was 8am, and she hadn’t slept. Even Drakken had taken his 15 minute power naps. Correction, 18 minutes. He gave himself 3 minutes to fall asleep. She rolled her eyes at the thought. 

“I know where the tick is.” It was the first time he had spoken in hours. 

“Hmmm?” 

“It’s on Kim Possible.” 

……..

“Shego! How could you lose? You never fail!” Drakken had not shut up about Possible defeating her since she got in the hovercar, and she had had enough. 

“Gee, I don’t know. Maybe it had something to do with BEING AWAKE ALL NIGHT!” She shoved his shoulder, causing the hovercar to turn too far to the left, and making Drakken jump in his seat. 

“Shego! I’m trying to drive here.” He puffed out some air, but took a glance at her. The bags under her eyes were massive, and the fight with Kim had made them even bigger. She needed sleep, and he was suddenly very aware of how late he had kept her most nights. He had been used to an assistant- partner- living in close proximity, but Shego didn’t. Every hour he kept her was an hour of lost sleep. He was about to apologize, but she spoke first, and her words made him freeze. 

“Fine, you win. I’ll move into your stupid lair.” She crossed her arms and slouched, feeling defeated for the second time that day. 

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It had only been a few weeks since she had moved into the lair, and life had seemingly gotten better. Not only had she been getting much more sleep, but she also found herself enjoying the lair life. Drakken was hardly ever in the living space as he spent a lot of time in the lab, so she had plenty of privacy, but she also didn’t have to be alone if she didn’t want to be. If she felt like it, she could go down to the lab and start working with the Dr or joining him in the rare times he let himself relax and watch TV, and having that freedom to do either or felt incredibly satisfying. Drakken also had the henchmen clean, so she never had to wash the dishes or scrub the toilet. They even cleaned Drakken’s room once a week! (Seeing that for the first time shocked her so bad she had to threaten the henchmen to not go anywhere near her bedroom or her laundry). 

Nevertheless, she was happy. Oddly, she felt happier than she had in a long time. She hadn’t had a true home since leaving her brothers, and knowing that Drakken both wanted and needed her here filled a void she didn’t know she had. 

“Shego, I need you to put on your sexist dress.” Drakken’s demand snapped her out of her happy thoughts. 

On impulse, her hands ignited. “Excuse me?” 

He recognized her anger and chuckled at her misjudgment. He put his hands up in surrender and shook his head. “Nothing like that! I just need information, and your, uh, advances, would help us get it.” 

The fire in her palms disappeared as she quickly understood that he wasn’t asking what she originally thought he was asking. However, she was still annoyed at the suggestion and crossed her arms. “What are you talking about, Drakken?” 

He walked toward her and put his arm around her, and the register in his voice raised, letting her know that he was about to tell a story. She rolled her eyes, but she didn’t immediately shove him away. “Imagine, Shego, a younger Dr. Drakken, building the greatest invention of all time. Only to have his friends laugh at him!” 

She snorted. “Yeah, you getting laughed at makes total sense.” 

“Argggg Shego!” He removed his arm from around her shoulder and stomped his foot. “I will have my revenge!” 

Shego ran her hands through her hair in an attempt to fix what Drakken’s arm messed up. “I thought we were in the business of world domination, Dr. D.” 

“I can do more than one thing, Shego!” 

She sighed. “And what does your revenge have to do with me flirting with some low life?” 

His arm found his way back around her shoulders, but she oddly didn’t mind. He was safe, she decided. “You see, Shego, out of this group of people, only one of them remains unmarried. I need you to get information about the other two, so I have all my ducks in a row before attacking!” 

She shoved him away at that. “Aren’t you a genius? Can you not look them up?” 

Drakken rubbed the hip that Shego had shoved. “Yes, and I have gathered up as much intel as I can from the internet. I want more. I want details about their lives, and when the time is right, I will attack them with the very invention that they made fun of!” He paused for a minute before saying the line she had expected him to say. “Plus, uh you know, the revenge will be all the more sweet when John Ramesh finds himself falling for you, just for you to reveal that you’ve been working for me!” 

She smacked him. Hard. Before he could speak, green plasma lit in her hands and she blasted him with it, causing him to fly across the room. His body hit the wall before falling to the ground. “So you want to use me like some object?” She walked slowly toward him, her hands still on fire. 

“No, no, no, Shego. I just-” He attempted to stand up, but she blasted him again. 

She knelt down to his level, so their eyes could meet. She grabbed his chin and held it lightly with her fingers. “I’m taking a much needed vacation. When I get back, there better be no more mention of me making a move on someone just so you can have revenge. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” 

He nodded slowly, causing her to drop his chin. She grinned at him but said nothing else as she stormed off, leaving Drakken on the floor. 

……….

Shego glanced around the lair, unable to take her eyes away from the robot limbs scattered everywhere. She had only been gone a week, and not only had Drakken slumped in his chair in defeat, but he quite literally had their place trashed. “Dr. Drakken? Uh, what happened?”  

He turned his lab chair around to face her. “Oh, look who now decided to show up! Your help this past week would have been tremendous, but no. Instead, you left all because I made one stupid suggestion.”

“You’re right.” She paused when his face lit up. “Your suggestion was stupid.” 

“Arg! Shego, you are impossible! If you wanted to end your contract early, you could have just said so.” 

She let his words sink in. She sat in the chair across from him, and took a deep breath in and let it out slowly before speaking her next sentence, which she still wasn’t sure if she would regret or not. “About that, Dr. Drakken. I was wondering, if you, ummm……” She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, but that look of utter disappointment in his eyes gave her the desire to keep going, if only to get rid of that look and replace it with his normal, annoying grin. “I’d be open to renewing the contract… you know, for long-term this time. You know, if you still want to.” 

His mouth fell open. “You still have a month of the old one,” he whispered, shocked at the words she had spoken.

“I know. I just. I uh-” She hugged herself, trying to make sense of her own vulnerability. “I really don’t mind working here. I just-” she paused and gave herself a minute to let herself breathe. This was so stupid. He wasn’t going to allow her back after she just up and left like that.  

“Oh, Shego!” He ran up to her and hugged her, squeezing her tight, and making her insides turn with uneasiness. He let go of her quickly, but she still felt the absence of his body heat. “I’ll write up a new contract tomorrow.” 

“Really? Just like that?” She met his eyes, and while she knew hers were unsure, his were full of delight. 

He shrugged in an attempt to play off his excitement. “You do a good job. Most of the time.” 

She snorted, thankful that the conversation had turned back to their everyday banter and teasing. “What is all this crap anyway?” She gestured back at the robot limbs on the floor.

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and his voice became increasingly high pitched. “Well Shego. Let me tell you a story of a young college student, his useless friends, and an invention he liked to call Bebe.” 

She smacked her hand against her forehead and rolled her eyes at him, but she grinned slightly. This, she thought. This banter and teasing, this dorkiness, she wouldn’t trade for anything. 

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Shego reached up to his face and squeezed his cheeks. “You know, this body is kind of cute when you’re angry.” She batted her eyelashes, and she smirked at him while she leaned her body closer to his. Well- not his body- but still Drakken, nevertheless. Her flirtatious advances toward him in hopes of forgiveness did nothing to subside his anger. 

“Shego! I want my body!!” He shoved her away, and she couldn’t help herself from pouting. He can’t be immune to her tactics yet, she thought. He hasn’t known her long enough for the flirting not to work. 

She tried again, only this time, she cupped his cheek with her hand. She looked him up and down before meeting his eyes and putting on the best innocent look she had. “We’ll get it back, Doc. And when we do,” she leaned in to whisper in his ear, “Imagine the possibilities.” 

He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his face. “Shego! If I don’t get my body back, you will rue the day.” She flinched as his grip on her wrist got tighter. He noticed the shift in her demeanor, and let her go slowly, but his eyes were still fuming at her. He leaned closer to her-his forehead almost touching hers- but his intentions were not flirtatious like hers had been. He was angry. Angrier than she had ever seen him. “Shego,” he whispered, oddly calm. “Get me my body or else.” He turned away from her and stormed off, leaving her out of breath. 

Okay, so she fucked up. In her defense…. Well she really didn’t have an excuse. That teen and her stupid sidekick had outsmarted her. And while she may have held back on her combat use when fighting Kim (she didn’t actually want to hurt a kid, not that she would ever tell Drakken that), she didn’t intend on Kim taking Drakken’s body with her. Shego ran a hand through her hair, and sighed deeply. She was going to have to steal the body back. All she could do was hope that Possible was stupid enough to keep the professor in her house. 

………

It was 2pm when Shego arrived in Middleton, which meant the Possible home should be empty. Well, empty except for the professor that resided in Drakken’s body. She had gone out on a limb and assumed the professor was here, but she wasn’t actually sure. She shrugged as she reached the Possible home. There’s only one way to find out. 

The front door, while obviously locked, had no chance against Shego’s plasma. She melted the doorknob off, and then reached her hand in the hole to unlock the deadbolt. When she heard the click, she slowly creaked open the door. 

The TV was on in the living room. Someone was home. She glanced around the living room, taking in the sight of the Possible house. It was nothing fancy, which surprised her when she took into account how much money the Possible’s probably made (Shego was fairly certain that a brain surgeon mother and rocket scientist father equaled money). She walked toward the hallway, catching a glimpse of the pictures on the wall- Kim and the Twins. Proud parents. She wondered what that felt like . She hated herself for thinking it, but she couldn’t help herself. Her parents were never awful per say- just dead. She briefly wondered what her life would be like if her parents had survived. 

Footsteps snapped her out of her thoughts, and she pushed her body against the wall in the hallway, so she could see the living room, but someone in the living room couldn’t see her. The man was mumbling to himself (much like Drakken would), and she recognized that voice immediately. She smirked. So Possible was stupid enough to store her fugitive at her own house. 

The professor’s talking stopped when he noticed the door open. His eyes widened when he saw the melted knob on the ground. Shego’s grin got wider as she watched him register who was in the house. The professor backed away from the door, and then made a run for the back entrance in the kitchen. Before he could make it, Shego ran and flipped over him, blocking the back door. “Going somewhere, professor?” 

“Uh, I- I don’t-”

His clear fear of her filled her with joy. “Look pal, I don’t want to hurt my boss’ body, so chill. I just need you to come with me so that we can switch you two back.” 

His face lit up slightly. “That’s all you’re going to do?” 

She nodded. “After the switch, you’re free to go.” 

He paused for a minute before nodding slowly. He took a step toward her, and just as she was about to grab him, another familiar voice filled the air. “Not so fast, Shego.” 

Shego growled in frustration and ignited her hands. “I’m so not in the mood for this, princess.” Kim pushed the professor out of the way, and Shego went straight for her. She’d been holding back on Possible before, but not this time. Drakken needed his body back, and not even the princess is going to get in the way of that. 

Kim went for a kick, but Shego grabbed her foot and swung her across the room. The professor tried to escape, but Shego was too fast for him. She pushed him against the wall and lit her hand up. “I don’t want to hurt Dr. Drakken’s body, but I will if I have to. Do you understand me?” He gulped and nodded slowly. 

Before she knew it, Kim was at her again. Shego pushed her, but Kim had a grip on Shego’s arm, and they both went tumbling. They wrestled on the floor for a minute, but Kim kicked her stomach, forcing her to crutch. Kim got up, and ran toward the professor, but didn’t make it before green plasma hit her back, paralyzing her to the ground. 

Shego sprung up off the floor quickly, and ran toward the professor. She grabbed his arm and tugged so hard that he had to follow her. “So long, princess,” she chuckled. 

…………….

“Well done, Shego.” Drakken said as he examined his own body that was tied to a chair. The professor tried to speak, but his voice was muffled by the duct tape on his mouth. 

Shego shrugged. “You’re lucky he’s not dead with all that blabbing he did on the ride here.” 

Drakken waved her off. “You can kill at another time, Shego. Right now, I want my body back.” He grinned at the man as his eyes grew wide at the evil man. 

It took less than 15 minutes to get the brains of the professor and Dr. Drakken back to normal. Drakken looked down. He touched his face. He felt the scar. “Yes! It feels good to be back!” 

Shego snorted. “Yeah yeah, Dr. D. You’re back in your blue body. Can we get back to the plan here?” 

“Arh, Shego! You never let me have any fun!” Drakken stomped his foot and crossed his arms. 

Shego rolled her eyes at him. “Well, we would all have a little bit more fun if you would get to the point.” 

Drakken suddenly grinned, recognizing the point she was trying to make. “Oh Shego, you are so impatient. You can have your fun with him later,” he gestured toward the professor, whose eyes once again grew wide. Drakken turned toward him and ripped the tape off his mouth. “Now professor, I need a favor from you.” 

The professor struggled in the chair but eventually gave up trying to squirm out of the ropes. “She said I could leave once we switched bodies.” 

Shego laughed as she filed her nails. “And you believed me. That was rich!” Drakken glanced at Shego, impressed with her tactics. 

“Now Professor, you can go, as soon as you show me how to use the Neutralizer.” Drakken said, keeping his eyes in contact with him.

“Uh, and what happens if I don’t?” he asked nervously. 

Drakken grinned. “Well you see, Shego over there has a bit of a temper as I’m sure you’ve noticed.” Drakken turned around to grab a chair and pushed it, so that he could sit directly across from the professor. “Now, between you and me, I’m not much of a killer, but Shego not only will enjoy watching you die, she’ll make sure you suffer first. So I would suggest that we do as I ask, and no one has to get hurt. Sound good?” 

The professor looked from Drakken to Shego, who was still filing her nails but smirked at Drakken’s words. He met Drakken’s eyes again and gulped. “I really, uh, I don’t actually know how to work it.” 

Drakken’s eyes grew wide. “What?!” 

The professor gulped again. “I just guarded it. I don’t actually know what it does.” 

Drakken groaned in frustration. “Arg! Shego!” 

She was hunched over, laughing. “You went through all of that, and he doesn’t even know how to work it!” She laughed so hard tears had begun forming in her eyes, but she couldn’t stop herself. 

“Shego!” Drakken’s anger was so clear that it caused her to shut her trap. A devilish grin grew upon his face. “Shego,” he said much more calmly. “Finish him.” 

Her hands ignited. “With pleasure.” 

………

Possible and Company did show up, which made Shego’s pushing of the professor to his death off the balcony so much sweeter. Kim and Ron spent so much time trying to save the professor (a useless waste of time, if anyone would have asked Shego) that it was easy for her and Drakken to escape. 

They spent their night moving into yet another new lair, and once their things were settled, she poured both of them a glass of wine. “Here, you probably need it,” she said as she handed the glass over to him. 

He thanked her with a smile and took the glass from her. Before he took a sip, he stretched his arm out, clicking his glass with hers. “Cheers to victory.” 

“Doc, you didn’t even get to use the Neutralizer,” she stated, confused at his sudden happiness.

“No, but I did get my body back. And you! My oh my, did you deliver today. I’d call that a victory, no matter how small.” 

She smirked. “Cheers to victory,” she whispered as they both chugged their wine. It was silent for a moment before she spoke again. “Hey Dr. D?” 

“Hmm?” 

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re back in your body.” 

He grinned, teasingly. “But I thought the other body was cute when I was angry?” He lightly shoved her, and she giggled. 

Nah, she thought. This body was much better. 

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Drakken had been obsessing for months about some project of his. Something with mind control. He stayed in his lab, working late, which was fine by her that they were laying low. (She did just kill a man. It behooved her to stay in for a few months.) He had her doing odd jobs and random stealing, which was fine as long as it wasn’t too drastic. Finally, when the time came, they were able to steal the big invention he had been talking about for the last three months. However, things took a weird turn when she couldn’t speak what was on her mind. 

“That is fascinating, Dr. Drakken.” Shego was being nice to him, saying yes to all of his demands and listening to him. She was never this nice- this obedient- but she couldn’t help herself. She knew he had that stupid neuro compliance chip on her. He blabbed on and on about it while the only thing she could do is agree with him. How frustrating! And this, this type of behavior, oh she was going to punish him so hard when she-

“Want to hear more scintillating stories from my formative years?” he asked, stroking his thumb against her cheek.  

She wanted to twist his arm off and blast him to the freaking moon, but all that could come out was a simple “Yes, Dr. Drakken.” 

He shrugged. “No time. I have to make more chips if I want the world to be blindly obedient to me. And you know I do, Shego.” He grinned ever so slightly. 

She could feel her own rage building up, but every time it was about to come out, it was subdued by the stupid chip on her forehead. “Yes, Dr. Drakken,” she heard herself say again. 

The next hours were filled with Drakken telling Shego what to fetch for his project or him telling Shego stories about his childhood. Stories that she really did not care about although they might come in handy later for humiliation purposes. 

“Oh this one time- I think I was in 4th grade- I had a crush on a girl. MaryBeth Jenkins was her name. My mom had this magazine that I read, and it suggested that you write a letter to your crush. So I did, Shego. I thought MaryBeth and I would fall in love. That’s what the magazine told me.” He paused to screw a bolt into the new chip he was building. “Oh, how she laughed at me, Shego. She laughed, and she showed our whole grade!” He slammed his fist down on the table, frustrated at the memory he was sharing. “It was humiliating! It made me question if I was lovable!” 

The only thing stopping Shego from laughing at him was the chip. She couldn’t even believe he was sharing such things. He must not think that she will remember it when the chip comes off. If the chip comes off. What if he never takes it off? “But I am loveable! I have so many redeeming qualities!” he continued. “I’m brilliant. Witty. Funny. I can sing karaoke like no tomorrow. I’m a real catch. Don’t you agree, Shego?” 

“Yes, Dr. Drakken.” She wished she could slap herself out of it, but the fact of the matter is, until he took this dumb chip off, she was stuck. 

“You see how nice it is around here when we agree on everything, Shego.” He smiled at her, and then he laughed. “Oh how nice it would be to stay like this forever.” 

She wanted to scream, to blast him, to hit him, to kick his ass, but she settled for a “Yes, Dr. Drakken.” She shuddered in her chair. 

……………..

Shego could not have been more thankful for Kim Possible and her twin brothers to show up. It took her a second to collect her thoughts once the chip was deactivated. She glanced around her surroundings, and when her eyes landed on him, she lost it. “DRAKKEN!” 

He took a few steps back, his eyes growing wide as she stepped toward him. “For future reference,” she continued. “The chip made me obey every command, but I was aware of exactly what was happening.” 

His eyes grew wide. “The whole time?” 

“ARGG! Do you have any idea what listening to you is like?!” He made a run for it, but she chased him. 

They made it all the way to the forest. He dodged her blasts by luck, but she caught up with him and tackled him to the ground. She pinned him. Her legs were on either side of his torso, and she held his arms above his head. His eyes grew in fear as he could see anger in hers.

She let her death grip on his wrists tighten as her hands lit up with green plasma. He screamed in agony at the burning sensation. She let the fire out, and when he opened his eyes, she was still on top of him, an evil grin on her face. “However much you think I’m pissed,” she said, but leaned in to whisper the rest of it. “Triple it, and that’s how pissed I actually am.” 

He gulped. ”Now Shego, I-” His sentence went unfinished when he had to scream once again at the resurfacing burning sensation in his wrist. She let the fire die out as quickly as it started. 

“I trusted you! I let myself sign your ridiculous contract and get comfortable around you, and for what? So you could take advantage of me?” Drakken attempted to sit up, but Shego repositioned her body weight, slamming him back to the ground. 

“Shego, please. Let’s talk about this,” he tried to reason with her, which he knew was a waste of time. There was no reasoning with her when she had that look in her eyes. That deathly terrifying look had been the reason he hired her. She could put the fear of God into anyone. He didn’t consider what would happen when that anger was directed at him. 

She let one wrist go, so she could allow her fingers to trace the scar across his face. “How did you get that scar, Doc?” He didn’t answer, not that she actually cared for the answer anyway. Her fingers moved away from the scar and to the other side of his face. “Maybe we could make you more symmetrical. You know, a scar under your other eye too?” 

She was in a trance, and he used this to his advantage. He shoved her off of him, and she grunted when she hit the ground. He got up quickly and made a run for it. It wasn’t long before she was up and ran toward him. She jumped off a tree stump and flipped in front of him, meeting him face to face. He was stupid to run. He knew that. She was faster, stronger, and in much better shape than he had been. 

Each time she took a step toward him, he took a step back. They did this a few times until his back hit a tree. He gulped. Her hands were lit green and her eyes were incredibly angry. “I-” she started to say but stopped herself. She took a step back, glancing Drakken up and down like she just then recognized who was in front of her. She shook her head at herself, and the fire retreated back into her palms. 

“Shego?” he tried, but she was lost in her own world now. She took a few more steps back from him before she turned around and ran away from him entirely. 

……...

She left him in that forest two weeks ago, and she had not seen him since. She went to the spa, the beach, hell, even the library. She went anywhere she could think of to relax, but her mind did not stop. She hadn’t been so out of control of her anger in a long time- not since it was directed at her brothers the day she left. It was like she was out of her body, and she had no say in what it was doing. She shivered at the thought of herself on top of him, burning his wrists. God, what had she done? She had every right to be angry, so why did she feel so guilty? 

She sighed to herself. In such a short time, Drakken had become a home to her- a broken home- but a home nevertheless. And she supposed it was time to go home and fix this damn mess. 

……….

The henchmen started whispering when they saw her. It took everything in her to not kick their asses, but she supposed if she was going to talk to Drakken about her violent tendencies, she shouldn’t come in the lair swinging. 

He was in his lab, as she assumed he would be, but he wasn’t working. He was slouching. He looked almost depressed. She knocked lightly on the already open door. “Doc?” 

He jumped up, knowing that voice immediately. He turned to her, fear plastered on his face. 

Shego put her hands up in surrender. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

He glared at her, but then nodded his head. She lowered her hands slowly to her sides and met Drakken’s eyes. “I’m sorry.” Drakken and Shego said at the same time, and at that, both of their mouths fell open. 

“You’re sorry?” Shego couldn’t believe that the conceited genius was actually apologizing. 

“Yeah. I- I mean. I shouldn’t have-” he rubbed the back of his neck, trying to formulate the correct words. “I shouldn’t have taken advantage of your trust in me. I shouldn’t have tested a device on you without your permission first.” Drakken looked down at his feet, nervous to meet her eyes. 

Her lips lifted into a tiny smile. “Yeah, well I didn’t handle it the best either.” He lifted his head up so their eyes could meet, and Drakken could see that she was truly sorry for her actions. She wanted to cry, but she would not allow herself. “I was so angry, and I lost control. I’m sorry.” 

He nodded, tears forming in his eyes. “All is forgiven, Shego.” He extended his arm out to her, causing his lab coat to lift slightly at the cuffs. She saw it then. The burn marks on his wrists. The burn marks that were two weeks old but still looked fresh. 

“Oh my God,” she whispered as she lightly grabbed his hand, turning it over so she could see his wrist fully. “Drakken, I-” she couldn’t stop the tears now. Her sobs were uncontrollable, and her body began to tremble. “I didn’t- mean-to,” she said between cries. 

Drakken didn’t know what to do. Two weeks ago was the first time he'd ever seen her lose control of her emotions, but he had certainly never seen her cry. Her fingers lightly traced the burn, and a few tears dripped off her face and onto his wrist. “Hey,” he whispered as he placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up so their eyes could meet once again. “It’s alright. I forgive you, Shego.” 

She cried louder, and fell into him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. Her face was placed firmly on his chest, which muffled out her cries. He ran one hand through her hair to console her. “Shhhh,” he whispered. “I’m fine, Shego. You didn’t hurt me.” 

She lifted her face off his chest and met his eyes. Her body was still pressed against his, and his arms were still around her waist. “I did hurt you, Doc.” Her words were barely a whisper. “I’m sorry.” 

He smiled at her. “It was nothing I didn’t deserve.” She shook her head. He may have been a genius, but he was wrong about this one. He did not deserve that, but she smiled back at him, thankful that he forgave her so quickly. 

She reluctantly left his embrace and wiped her cheeks. They were both silent for a moment before she spoke. “Hey Doc? Maybe we should add something about mind control in our contract?” 

He chuckled as he leaned against his desk. “Yeah. Maybe that is a good idea.” 

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Shego sat on the couch, thinking it was odd how fast everything went back to normal. He never once brought up her crying in his arms- not even to tease her (and he knew darn well that if the situation was reversed, Shego would have used it as comedy central). He even seemed unbothered that she physically hurt him (a fact that bothered her to her core). In his mind, it was like it had never happened, and she was unsure if she was annoyed or grateful for his attitude regarding the situation.

Nevertheless, he had moved on from it. She could wallow in it or join him in moving forward. Shego didn't know when joining someone started to sound better than leaving them behind, but she had found herself deeply considering her and Drakken's future together. Them taking over the world. Him running one half while she runs the other. Them bickering about which half they'd be willing to give up for the other. The fact that she knew 100% that he was brilliant enough to actually pull it off, but he also needed her because he had no common sense, whatsoever. The thought made her smile. 

Drakken interrupted her thoughts when he handed her a tiny box with a ribbon on it. She muted the Tv and looked up at him. “What’s this?” 

He shrugged. “Friday is your birthday.” 

 He grinned at her, which did something to her that she didn’t quite understand. She froze for a moment. They had been working together for 7 months, but she had never mentioned her birthday. Not once. “How did you-” 

“You know, “ he interrupted, sitting down on the couch next to her. “Your criminal records have your birthdate on them.” She mentally slapped herself. Of course. She didn’t have to mention her birthday for him to know when it was. She had a record. It was all right there. “However,” Drakken continued, laying an arm above her spot on the couch. “Even the courts don’t have all your information.” 

She tilted her head to the right slightly. “What do you mean?” 

He chuckled. “How is it that the government has your date of birth but not the year in which you were born?” 

She laughed. “There are some things a woman must keep to herself, Doc.” 

He smiled at her. “You know, one of these days, you’re going to have to tell me how old you are.” 

“Absolutely not,” she said, giggling. He gestured for her to open it, so she gently untied the ribbon and opened the box. The box held a ticket with an all expense paid for spa week at a luxurious resort. Her eyes grew wide. A one day ticket would be a great present, but he got a ticket for an entire week, which she knew was extraordinarily expensive.  

“Drakken, I-” She stopped talking when she met his eyes, which were filled with joy. 

“It comes with a condition,” he said nonchalantly. 

She sat stunned for a moment before she crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. “What kind of a present has a condition?” 

He sighed. “Don’t use it right away. Use it when you have to.”

She unfolded her arms. “When I have to?”

“Yeah. When I ask you to do something that you don’t want to do, and if I keep pestering you because we both know I like to do that, use the ticket. It’s your get out of jail free card. It’ll help us avoid…”

He didn’t finish his thought, but he didn’t have to. She knew what he meant and why he did it. The thought made her heart drop out of her chest and into her stomach, but she smiled anyway. “Thank you, Dr. D.” Before she knew what she was doing, she wrapped both of her arms around him and squeezed him tight. He reciprocated her actions and hugged her back. She leaned a cheek on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. “28.” 

He let go of her. “What?” 

“My birthday. I’ll be 28.” 

He grinned from ear to ear. “Well, happy 28th birthday, Shego.” 

………

It had been months, and she was starting to think she’d never have to use her get out of jail free card. Drakken had been nothing but respectful. Sure, he was still a mad genius, which came with a certain amount of idiocy, but he never once made a suggestion to Shego that was out of line. 

After a loss to the teen princess, Shego sat across from a grumpy Drakken with her feet on the table while she filed her nails. 

Drakken hit his fists against the table. “Kim Possible always defeats me! And it vexes me, so.” 

She looked up from her nails, an annoyed expression appearing on her face. “You? I’m the one fighting her.” 

His eyes lit up. “That’s true! It is you she always defeats.” 

Shego rolled her eyes. “What’s your point?” 

Drakken rose from the table, pacing the room. “We simply need to tip the odds in your favor. Suppose you outnumbered her.” He moved to her chair, standing behind her. “Suppose there were an army of you against one of her. All I would need is one strand of hair, Shego.” 

She stood up, facing him. “Oh no, no, no. Absolutely not. I have a no cloning clause in my contract. Or do you not remember writing that?” 

“But that was then, Shego, and this is now.” 

“Drakken, I swear to God, I will-” she paused and then smiled. “One word for you, Doc. Resort.” 

“What?”

“Get out of jail free card? Luxurious resort? Remember that? I’m leaving.” She walked calmly out of the room, but she still heard him cursing himself. 

“Arg! Shego! I would have stopped pestering.” 

“No, you wouldn’t have!” She shouted loud enough for him to hear it. 

……..

Drakken had called her multiple times at the resort. She was persistent on not coming back until she used her entire week’s worth of the ticket. He didn’t blame her, but he was angry at himself for making the suggestion in the first place. At least she didn’t absolutely lose it this time, he thought. They were getting somewhere. This newfound mutual respect for each other had truly opened his eyes to the endless possibilities for world domination. He didn’t just want it for himself anymore. He wanted it for her too. He wanted to prove to her that he could do it, and he wanted her to be right next to him when he did. 

That very thought worried him. He had never once wished those things would happen with a previous assistant (partner?). He wanted all the glory for himself, but with Shego, he was willing to share (at least a small part of it). Was he becoming less evil for suddenly caring about someone? 

He shook his head. He couldn't waste his time thinking of such things. Regardless of how he felt about Shego, she was gone this week, and he might as well use that to his advantage. He couldn't clone Shego, but surely there was someone else he could clone that would defeat Kim.

He suddenly grinned to himself. "Why, who better to defeat Kim Possible than Kim Possible herself?" 

……..

Hank, one of Drakken’s many henchmen, was driving Drakken around in a van, attempting to find Possible. Drakken sulked in his seat. After his failed attempt at cloning Kim (he ended up with some brown haired teenager), he realized how totally incompetent his henchmen were. Shego would have never made such an idiotic mistake! Arg, his henchmen were good men, but he could never trust them with such an important task. 

Drakken leaned his head against the window, sulking. “Oh, how I miss Shego! I wonder if she misses me.” His mind went to her. Every time she saved him from death. Every time she avoided security (or took care of the problem of security) when he had asked her to steal some big invention. Every time she filed her nails, pretending she was ignoring him, but he knew she was listening because occasionally she would use what he said to her as an opportunity to mock him. The very thought of her made him smile like a little girl. 

He opened his eyes and noticed Hank glaring at him with a smirk spread across his face. “What?” Drakken asked, annoyed that Hank took him out of his spell. 

“Oh nothing.” Hank shrugged, but his smile got bigger as he was holding in a laugh. 

“Oh, what is it, Hank?” Drakken crossed his arms over his chest, mirroring what Shego would be doing if she were here right now.

He finally let out his chuckle. “Anything you’d like to share about you and Shego?” 

Drakken raised an eyebrow, confused. It took him a minute to process what Hank was asking, but once he got it, his eyes grew wide in surprise. “Oh, that is preposterous!” 

Hank grinned again. “Are you sure?” 

“Argh! Just drive the vehicle, Hank!” Drakken sank in his chair, pouting. 

…….

Shego pulled up to Bueno Nacho as she watched Kimmie melt all of Drakken’s clones. She rolled her eyes. Of course he wouldn’t have dropped the stupid cloning idea. He just didn’t get to do it to her. She honked the horn of her car, grabbing his attention. When he turned to her, his face lit up, and he had a smug grin on his face. “Shego! You’re back!” He ran to the car but stopped when he noticed the look of annoyance on her face. 

She took her sunglasses off so that he could see the seriousness in her eyes. “What did we learn?” 

He pouted. “Uh, no cloning?” 

She smirked. “Get in.” He jumped up in joy as he sat in the passenger seat, and she giggled slightly. He is ridiculous, she thought, but she smiled as she drove away from the restaurant. Absolutely ridiculous.

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Drakken had insisted that they had a party to celebrate Shego’s one year of employment. She had absolutely no desire to have a party with any of these people, but here she was socializing because Drakken had claimed she didn’t know how to have fun. That comment was absurd! Shego always has been and always will be the life of the party. Drakken just had an entirely different definition of the word ‘fun.’

“Okay, now who’s up for some karaoke!” Drakken shouted to the crowd of people in his lair. Exhibit 1 of why he was such a dork and had no clue what fun meant. She rolled her eyes as the henchmen cheered (of course they did. Drakken paid them to obey his commands). At least Drakken had the decency to invite other people that didn’t live with them to this party. He had invited other villains although she wasn’t sure why. He hated Killigan, but he was here. His rivalry with Dementor went way back, but he was here. He was absolutely mortified by Monkey Fist, but he was here. And Drakken wasn’t stupid. He had to have known that some of these villains would attempt to steal Shego from him (she couldn’t really blame them; she was the best in the business after all). Maybe he was secure in the fact that she wasn’t going anywhere (a thought that annoyed her to no end). 

Drakken started singing some Black Eyed Peas song, and she mentally checked out. She couldn’t bear to listen to him, so she scanned the room, trying to find someone to talk to that didn’t annoy her. She sank in her chair when she finally registered that the only person she could semi-tolerate was on the stage making a fool of himself. 

“This will help take the edge off,” Dementor said as he approached her with a shot of tequila in his hand.

She waved him off. “That’s not necessary. I-” Drakken attempted a high note, and it came out as a screech. She shuddered. “On second thought, give me that.” She slammed the shot as Drakken went for another high note. She sighed. “I’m going to need another one.” 

Dementor chuckled. “Coming right up.” He walked off to the bar, and when he came back, he had the whole bottle with him. Shego snatched the bottle and poured herself another shot. He stared at her as she slammed it. “Wow. That kind of night, huh?” 

She shrugged. “Listen to him. It’s always that kind of night.” She poured herself another shot but stopped to glare at him before drinking it. “Are you going to have some or are you going to just sit there and watch me get wasted?” 

It was Dementor’s turn to shrug. “I’m not much of a drinker.” 

Shego nodded her head but moved her eyes away from Dementor and to Drakken, who was finished with his song and offering the mic to anyone in the room. Dementor noticed the shift in her attention and sighed deeply. “So you and Dr. Drakken have worked together for a whole year now?” 

She turned her head to face him, and she nodded slowly. “Yeah. I guess we have.” 

Dementor cleared his throat. “May I ask you why?” 

Her glare intensified. “I don’t believe that is any of your concern.” 

Dementor poured a shot and pushed the glass toward her. “All I’m saying is that you could do better. Drakken is never going to be successful.” 

Shego ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself before she exploded. “And I suppose you will be?” 

He shrugged. “I do have the best henchmen. And my ideas are far superior. I’m just missing one thing.” 

She placed a hand on the back of her neck and leaned her elbow on the table. “Please enlighten me on what is missing.” 

He grinned slightly at her. “You. Imagine Shego. My brilliance and henchmen with your skills. We would be unstoppable!”

She placed two fingers under her chin, pretending to think about it. She wanted to say the word happy. She was happy where she was at. She had a home, no matter how annoying that home might be. But those words seemed risky for her to say aloud, so she didn’t. Instead, she went with “I’m doing okay where I’m at, Dementor.” 

He titled his head. “Hmm. One whole year with him, and where has that gotten you, Shego?” She paused to think about his words, which weren’t necessarily untrue. What had she accomplished in the last year with Dr. D other than failure after failure? She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. There was really no good answer, and that made her question her own motives. Before she could formulate an answer, he spoke again. “You’re screwing him, aren’t you?” 

Her eyes grew wide. “Excuse me?” 

He shrugged. “I mean, why else would you stay with someone so incompetent?” He got up from his chair and turned away from her. She blasted him. He fell to the ground, and she blasted him again, enjoying his groans of pain. 

Dementor attempted to get up, but she blasted him once again. The henchmen were surrounding her now, and she smiled knowing because she was with Drakken, these men around her were on her side. “Shego, let’s not be too hasty,” he said, trying to get up a second time. 

Just as she was about to attack him, a familiar voice pulled her out of her trance. “Shego, what is going on?” 

She didn’t have to turn around to know who she was talking to. “What is going on is I’m about to kill off your competition, Doc.” 

Drakken put his hand on her shoulder. . “Shego, if he dies, how will I see the look on his face when we take over the world?” 

Her heart melted at the word we. When he talked about world domination, he always said the word I, but this time he had said we. It was a slip up. She knew he didn’t mean it; he was too self-absorbed to consider her feelings in the matter of world domination, but he had said it, which meant somewhere deep down, he had thought about it. She looked around at the henchmen- his henchmen - who would do anything she asked simply because she was Drakken’s partner. She smirked. “Get him out of here.” She stormed off to the bar, watching the henchmen take care of the Dementor problem while she poured herself another drink. 

Drakken had followed her, and he watched her take a shot. She noticed him, but instead of speaking, she poured two shots- one for herself and one for him. She handed him the glass, and they both drank. “What did Dementor say to you?” 

She paused for a moment. In all honesty, she wasn’t even sure what had pissed her off more; his suggestion that her and Drakken were sleeping together or the fact that he saw Drakken as nothing but incompetent (which he was, but no one was allowed to say that but her). She shrugged off the question. “He’s just an idiot, and you know how I am with idiocy, Doc.”

He laughed. “Of course.”  

She smirked. “You should have let me kill him.” 

He poured them both another shot. “And where would the fun be in that?” They clicked their glasses together and drank. 

……

The end of the party was near. All of the guests had left, and most of the henchmen had resided in their own living space. A few of them remained to help clean up, but most were passed out drunk. 

Shego had stumbled trying to walk, and she gripped the counter for support. “I think it’s time for bed, Shego,” Drakken said as he noticed her drunkenness. 

“Don’t tell me what to do.” She was trying to make it to the couch, but she couldn’t loosen her grip on the counter without falling over. 

Drakken sighed and walked over to her, wrapping one of her arms around him and snaking one of his around her waist. “You. Bed. Let’s go.” She tried to argue, but her words were slurred, and Drakken couldn’t quite make out what she was saying, but she didn’t physically try to stop him, so he went along with it and helped her to her bedroom. 

He opened the door to her room, and he used his free hand to move her covers, so she could get into bed. He gently lowered her to the bed, and she happily complied. “Doc?”

“Yes?” He asked as he took off her shoes and placed the covers over her body, tucking the blanket in at her side. 

She yawned. “I can’t wait until we take over the world.”

 That was the first clear sentence she had said in the last 20 minutes, which made him smile. “It will be glorious, Shego.” He turned to leave, but her hand came out from under the covers and gripped his wrist, stopping him from moving. 

He became paralyzed for a moment. The last time she had gripped his wrist so tight, she…. Well, she was too drunk this time for that to happen again. The thought made him relax into her touch. “Thanks, Doc.” 

“For what?” 

“For a good year.” Her grip on his wrist loosened, and she closed her eyes. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, and he sat there, watching her. 

He smiled at her sleeping figure. The sound of her breathing was quite soothing, and he thought he could sit her all night and listen to it, but he knew he shouldn’t. “Best year so far,” he whispered before he got up and left her room, gently closing the door behind him.

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Drakken had been sulking for days, and Shego had tried everything to get him back to work. She brought him into the lab. She offered the idea of robbing a bank together. Hell, she even volunteered to go to karaoke night with him (which was sickening in itself). Nothing worked. All he did was pity himself, and it was getting on her last nerve. 

She walked into the kitchen where she saw him sitting at the table with a cup of coco moo. He was staring into the mug as if it would give him the answers to all his problems. She sighed. “Drakken, I’m done. If you don’t snap out of it now, so help me, I will melt this whole lair to shreds.” 

He pushed the mug away from himself and put his head down on the table. “I don’t care,” he mumbled. 

She groaned. “Why do you even care, Doc? I thought you were just charming her to get her to help you.” She poured herself a glass of water and sat down on the opposite side of Drakken at the table. 

“You called it when you said I liked her,” he mumbled, his head still on the table. She rolled her eyes. Okay, maybe she had teased him for liking Amy. In her defense, watching him woo her was hilarious. But did he actually like her? I mean come on, she wasn’t exactly sane (but then she supposed, neither was he). 

Shego took a deep breath before she spoke. “I think I know how you can win her affections.” 

His head rose from the table, and he met Shego’s eyes. For once, he didn’t find a hint of sarcasm in them. “How?” 

She took a sip of her water before answering. “Last week when I did all that research on Amy before we teamed up with her, I saw on her Facebook page that she likes ballroom dance. Actually, she loves it. She never misses a class.” He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly confused at where she was going with this. “Take her dancing, Doc. She’ll love it! And it’s romantic,” she paused, disgusted with herself for even saying the R word. “You know, if you like that type of thing.” 

He groaned. “Shego, I don’t know how to dance. Especially not ballroom! What even is that?” 

“There’s many different types of ballroom, Doc. I don’t know all of them, but I can teach you how to Waltz.” 

His mouth fell open. “You know how to Waltz?” 

She shrugged. “My father taught me.” She looked down, not really wanting to talk about the logistics of how she learned to dance. She looked backed up at him to see him slightly smile at her. He wanted to ask her about her dad- she could tell by the look in his eyes- but he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t because he knew better. He wouldn’t because he knew her so well that it almost hurt her to think about it. She got up from the table, shaking her head at her own thoughts. “Stand up.” 

“Huh?” 

“Do you want to learn or not?” 

“Oh right. Yeah.” He stood up, pushing his chair in and then staring awkwardly at her. “I don’t know what to uh. I’m not-” 

She smiled before grabbing his hands. “The Waltz is known for its 1,2,3 counts.”

He looked down at their hands, which were now intertwined. “What does that mean?” 

Shego’s voice brought his eyes back to hers. “It means you count 1,2,3 through the whole dance. Each move has 3 steps. 3 counts.” She moved one of Drakken’s arms so that his hand rested at the top of her back while she placed her free hand on his shoulder. Her other hand was still linked with his, and she extended their arms out. “You need to lead, so take a step forward. I’ll move with you.” He did as he was told, and she moved one step back as he moved one step forward. “Now move one step to the left,” she whispered, and he did. “On the last one, our legs will come closer together as we move. Take a step backward.” He did, and she moved her leg closer to his, making him clear his throat. She ignored his discomfort and kept going. “It’s called the box step, move.” 

He looked down at their feet so that he could see which direction he needed to move, but she shook her head and used a finger to lift his chin up. When he was looking at her again, she moved her hand back to his shoulder. “Keep your eyes locked on mine.” 

He felt something tug on his heart. It’s not that he didn’t know she was a beautiful woman. That was obvious. It was just that he let himself become immune to her beauty and flirtatious strategies (that she used quite often to get her way). Well, he thought he had become immune. In this position, he could quite literally feel tingles from her attention run up and down his body. 

“There you go,” she said once he got the steps without taking his eyes off of hers. “Now, you need to drop our extended hands slowly and spin me. Once I make it fully back around to face you, our hand placement will go back to how it is now. Does that make sense?” 

He nodded, but he was a little terrified of dropping her. He did as he was told, dropping the extending hands, spinning her, and bringing her right back to the original position. She smiled when he completed the task. 

He kept practicing, and she was happy to let him. “So why did you learn to dance?” 

“Dancing is the one of the most intimate things you can do,” Shego said as she moved with Drakken. “That’s what father always said, but I’m sure he just said that so I wouldn’t be having sex at my junior prom.” 

Drakken laughed. “Did his evil plan work?” She smirked but didn’t give a response, which made him all the more curious, but he didn’t want to push her, so he dropped it.“I think I’m getting the hang of this.” He extended his arm in front of his body, spinning her further away from him and bringing her back to him flawlessly

She laughed. “You are, Doc.” He laughed with her as their arms found their way back to their spots. 

Without realizing what he was doing, he leaned closer to her, touching their foreheads. His eyes flickered to her lips, but he quickly found his way back to her eyes, asking for permission.  

She moved her hand that was resting on his shoulder and found his cheek. She cupped his face, bringing him down even closer to her- their lips nearly touching. 

Just as he was about to meet his lips to hers, Hank busted through the kitchen door “Dr. Drakken, we have a problem down in the-” He stopped when he saw Shego pushing Drakken off of her and brushing herself off while Drakken looked like he just saw a ghost. “Did I interrupt something?” 

“Nygh! What is it, Hank?” Drakken felt his cheeks grow red. Shego wanted nothing more than to blast Hank to the moon, and she felt herself get hot at the thought of why she was so angry at him. 

“There’s just a problem with the boiler in the lab.” Hank wanted to say more, but the anger on Shego’s face stopped him. 

“Of course. There’s always a problem with that stupid boiler.” Drakken followed Hank out of the kitchen and to the lab, and Shego was unsure if she should go with, but his words decided that for her. “Shego! Get ready to steal another part to fix this dumb thing!” She groaned but followed him anyway. 

…….

Drakken didn’t quite know how he felt about taking Amy dancing after what happened with Shego, but he thought it might be a good distraction. She was ecstatic when he asked her to go to the ballroom class, but she casually reminded him that she was in love with Monkey Fist. “That’s quite alright,” he had responded to her. “I just thought you’d make the best dance partner.” Even he didn’t believe his own words, but here he was at a ballroom class with Amy, who he wasn’t even sure if he liked anymore. (Could a kiss that didn’t even happen change his mind?) 

“There will be one dance assigned to each couple. If you want the style I call out, raise your hand. Whoever gets there faster will have that style,” the instructor said. “Rumba.” A couple took it. “Cha-Cha.” Amy was about to raise her hand, but Drakken grabbed her wrist before she could as he shook his head. “Paso Doble.” A couple took it.

“Waltz.” Drakken nearly jumped out of his seat he raised his hand so quickly. “Waltz goes to Amy and Drakken.” 

“I didn’t know you liked to dance, Dr. Drakken,” Amy said as they both stood up.

He shrugged. “There’s a certain beauty to dancing. It’s the most intimate thing you can do.” He felt a shiver go up and down his spine as he repeated the same words that Shego had said to him the day before. 

Amy put a hand over her heart. “Oh Drakken. I couldn’t agree more!” Amy put her hand on Drakken’s shoulder, and he found the top of her back. Their other hands intertwined and extended outward. He took a step forward, bringing Amy with him, just like Shego had taught him. 

“When did you fall in love with dance?” Drakken asked her.

“Oh when I was just a little girl! I was put in dance classes when I was young, but my meanie teacher said I wasn’t very good, and my mother pulled me out. But I still love to dance!” He went for a spin, and when Amy came back around, her eyes grew. “Oh Drakken, you are so talented!” 

There was no way he was talented after one lesson with Shego. Amy may like dance, but she clearly wasn’t a dancer, which made it easier for him to screw up without her noticing. 

They danced and talked for a while, but the longer he was here, the more uncomfortable he felt. Amy’s hands didn’t feel like Shego’s. Amy moved blindly with him, not even attempting to give him corrections. And Amy agreed with everything he said, which was great in the aspect of world domination, but for a relationship? It almost seemed too- what was the word- easy. Was there someone out there for him that would put him in his place but also do what was best for both of them? Was there someone who would voice her own opinions and not let him get away with breaking boundaries but also protect him from harm's way? His face grew hot. Of course there was someone. She was just his employee and 10 years his junior. 

Suddenly, he had no idea what he was even doing here. He had no business being in a dance studio when he should be at home. “I’m sorry Amy.” He let go of her. “I have to go.” Before she could speak, he was running for the door. 

……

He arrived home, expecting her to be reading a magazine on the couch. When she wasn’t there, he figured she had gone to bed early. He was a little disappointed, but being home filled him with joy. It felt right to be here with her. Wherever she was.  It wasn’t until he walked into the kitchen to get himself something to drink that he found the note. 

Someone is paying big bucks to be tutored in villainy.

I’ll be back in a few weeks. 

Hope you had fun with Amy! 

-Shego

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Shego didn’t really want to take the tutoring job for this Senor Senior, but she needed to get away from Drakken for a while. Not only had Drakken almost kissed her, but she had encouraged it. The only reason that kiss didn’t happen was because of Hank. (Fucking Hank- she swears she would kill him if he wasn’t on Drakken’s payroll.) The more she thought about it, the more her head throbbed. Why was she upset that Hank stopped the kiss from happening? She should be thanking him, but instead, she wanted to claw his eyes out. She sighed. No way she was having this conversation with herself. She had no feelings. None. She just got caught up in a moment of intimacy. I guess her father was right all along- dancing really is one of the most intimate things you could do. 

When she arrived at Senor Senior Senior’s lair, her mouth fell open. These people are filthy rich. She knocked on the door and waited for it to open. “Good afternoon, Shego. Thanks for coming!” She eyed him up and down. This man had to be at least 65 years old. What on earth was he needing her for? He gestured to her to come in, so she walked into the lair, looking around at the amount of high tech they had. Drakken would die if he saw all this stuff, she thought but shook her head of the thought. No Drakken while she was here. 

“It looks like you have the lair of a villain down,” she said as he showed her around. 

“Oh, yes. I don’t need your expertise for me.” 

“You don’t?” She stopped walking when they reached the back porch. Outside of the screen door, she could see a pool. In a tanning chair was a tall, muscular man.

Senior shook his head. “I need you here to teach my son, Senor Senior Junior. I’ve tried everything, but he’s just got no common sense when it comes to villainy!” Sounds familiar. She shook her head again. No Drakken, she reminded herself. 

“What have you tried with him?”

“Well, we’ve been practicing his evil laugh.” 

She took her eyes away from Junior and glared at Senior. “His evil laugh?” 

He crossed his arms. “Yeah. Every villain needs an evil laugh.” 

Shego groaned. This was going to be a long two weeks. 

………

Junior was a good student. He took all of her words to heart, and she actually didn’t mind his company. He even stole more than she had told him too when they went on their little field trip. 

“Next step is the plot. Every villain must have their own plot,” she found herself telling Junior. “Take Drakken for example. His plot, always taking over the world.” She put her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “Always.” She regretted bringing him up. She had been so involved in teaching Junior the last few days that she almost forgot why she was here in the first place- avoiding Drakken. 

“Oh! Can we do that?” Junior asked, enthusiastically. She had to hand it to the guy. He was willing to learn. 

She shook her head. “No. You gotta walk before you can run, sport. Let’s start small.” 

“More thieving?” He asked. 

“Great idea. It’s got to be something big. Something really valuable and heavily guarded.” 

Just then, Senior walked in. “What are you two up to?” 

“Oh father, will you give us some space, please!” Junior stomped his foot like a three year old, which reminded her of another person who sometimes acted like a three year old. She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. 

“Yeah, yeah, we don’t really need your input here,” Shego said, walking Senior to the door of the office turned classroom. She practically shoved him out the door and turned back to Junior. “Now, where were we?” 

“Something really valuable and heavily guarded?” 

“Right! Now let's see. What is something that we can steal?” 

Junior sat down at the computer. “I know. Why don’t we just look up something really valuable and heavily guarded?” 

Shego slapped her hand on her forehead. “You can’t just look up online something-” 

“I got it!” 

Her eyes grew at the amount of results that came up. She grinned at the list. “This is going to be sweet." 

………

Shego tossed and turned in her hotel bed. She had spent the last few days preparing Junior for the theft of his life; combat training, avoiding security, and dodging alarms. She was exhausted, but she couldn't sleep. She’d only been here for four days, but she was ready to go home, which was weird because she found herself enjoying the art of teaching. She almost forgot what it was like. Plus, Junior was easy to work with. He listened, obeyed, and he really put his everything into what she had asked him to do. He was a model student. She briefly wondered if Drakken would be happier with someone like Junior who would submit to his every command (that would explain the compliance chip he put on her months ago). Would Junior make a better partner to Drakken than she was? Her thoughts were spiraling. Argh! She was sick of this. She just needed to get over it and call him. Just get the awkward conversation out of the way so that they could go back to normal. 

While still in bed, she reached for the hotel phone and dialed his number (okay, so she had it memorized. That was normal, right?) 

“Hello?” He sounded groggy, like she had just woken him up. She looked at the clock and cursed herself under her breath. It was 2 am, and she was calling him, and for what, she didn’t even know. 

“Hey Doc, it’s me.” She mentally slapped herself. Why was she being so stupid? 

“Shego. Uh, hi. Is everything alright?” 

“Yes. I just wanted to check in and see how you were doing.” Since when did she give a shit about how anyone was doing? Was she- she gulped- going soft? 

“Oh. Everything is good over here. I’m coming up with a new idea. There’s a genius machine that makes whoever uses it a million times smarter than they already are.” He was dumbing it down for her in the nicest way possible, and she appreciated the gesture. She never could grasp his scientific terminology. “Anyway, I figured we could steal it, and it’ll help me come up with the best way to take over the world.” 

She smiled into the phone. “That sounds great, Doc.” 

It was silent for a moment before he spoke. “Shego?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Are you sure everything is okay?” 

She turned to her side so that the cord on the phone wasn’t so stretched. “Yeah Drakken. I’m good. I’m just-” She stopped before she could say what she wanted to: homesick. “You know Senor Senior Senior?” 

Drakken chuckled. “Of course. He’s a filthy rich guy that is fairly new at being evil. Why?” 

“He is having me teach his son the trade of villainy.” 

“Oh.” He sounded annoyed, but he played it off. “How’s that going?” 

“Oh you know, it’s interesting. That’s for sure. I don’t know if he has it in him though.” 

“No?” Drakken coughed. She could tell he had turned his head away from the phone to do so, but she could still hear him. 

“Well,” she continued. “He’s a good listener, and he does try. He’s learning rather quickly. I just don’t think he really cares either way, you know?” 

“So you think you’re wasting your time because he’ll just go back to doing whatever it was he was doing before you got there?” 

She smiled. He knew her so well that he could fill in the blanks of her own thoughts. “Exactly. There’s no passion. No drive. Nothing that has gone wrong in his life to turn him to evil. It’s a game to him. It’s not real.” 

“I could see how that would be frustrating.” She could hear him smile through his words. 

“How did it go with Amy?” she heard herself asking without really thinking about it. 

“Oh, uh-” he paused for a moment. “I don’t think she and I are right for each other.” 

Oh?” Her heart pounded faster, but she quickly dismissed it as anxiety about the direction this conversation is about to take. 

“Yeah. She just- it was-” he stuttered trying to come up with the right words. “Remember when you said dancing is one of the most intimate things you can do?” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” 

“Well, when I was dancing with her, it made me realize that I just didn’t want to be that intimate with her.” 

She felt a grin grow on her face even though she should be sad about it. “Well that kind of blows.” 

“Yeah, but that is quite alright. I have my work to focus on. And uh- Shego- about the other day when you were teaching me how to-” 

“Don’t even mention it, Doc.” She sat up on the bed, holding the phone close to her ear. “Nothing happened.” 

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. Nothing happened.” 

She sighed. He wanted to talk about it. She could hear the longing in his voice. “Drakken, it was the moment, alright? It wasn’t us. It was the Waltz and the intimacy of it. That is it, right?” 

“Yeah. You’re right, Shego. It was nothing.” 

She sighed. Her heart began beating faster, and her stomach dropped. Why did she suddenly feel like shit? “So we’re good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” 

There was a moment of silence before she spoke. “Dr. D?” 

“Hmm?” 

“I’ll be home soon, and we can go after the genius machine thingy.” 

He chuckled. “I look forward to it.”

Shego smiled when she hung up. Her and Drakken were good, and suddenly sleep came much easier to her as she dozed off. 

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Drakken’s genius machine did not go according to plan (shocker, right?), but Shego had to give credit where credit was due. He was on a roll, and he hadn’t stopped for breaks in between failures. They had gone to Florida to build an army full of spring breaker teens (which ended in an absolute embarrassment). They had stolen a weather machine to take all the water in the Great Lakes and build a storm so fierce that it would force Canada to bow down to Drakken (which was stupid from the start, but she went along with it anyway). They even kidnapped a genius doctor to help Drakken build destructive bots (which had gone well until Kim Possible showed up). It was almost like Drakken was distracting himself from something, but from what, she couldn't say. He had been acting like his usual self (other than his crazy obsessing over world domination, but she would argue that that was normal for him), and things between them were back to the same old bickering and mocking (the almost-kiss nearly forgotten). So when she woke up in the middle of the night and got herself something to drink, she wasn’t shocked to hear him in his lab- working. 

She groaned. He had been up at all hours of the night, and God only knows when the last time he had actually had a good night’s sleep. She took a deep breath before entering the lab. Drakken wore his usual lab coat, and he was bent over, mixing some chemicals. “Doc?” 

He jumped and turned around. He took his safety goggles off, and glared at her. She suddenly felt underdressed in her green camisole and her black pajama shorts (a bedtime outfit that she would have hidden away from Drakken a year ago but now seemed totally fine to wear around him- although she could go without that glare he was giving her). “Shego, what are you doing awake?” 

She yawned and crossed her arms over her chest. “I came here to ask you the same thing, Doc.” She sat down in her chair in the lab- less than two feet away from him.

He watched her as she sat down but turned back to his work when she glared at him. “I am working on a rare mutant antic agent. When I’m finished, anybody who is injected with it will be part of my aggressive army!” 

She placed an elbow on the desk, her chin resting in her palm. “Doc, I feel like we’ve tried this before. Genetic mutation machine a couple months back ring a bell?” 

Drakken turned to face her again, and he smiled at her. “No, no. Shego. This will be better than any old aggressive army. The chemical will make them obey my every command.” She rolled her eyes at him, remembering all the other times he tried mind control or an aggressive army. Yeah, this would go over real well. 

He yawned before turning back to his mutation chemicals. “Drakken, maybe you should think about getting some sleep. You’ve been working non-stop.” She silently tried to remember the last time she saw him eat or go to bed. Hell, had he even stopped to take a shower? 

Drakken shook his head but didn’t face her this time. “No time.” 

Shego reached over the desk, placing her hand over his. “Doc, I think you need a break.” 

He didn’t look at her, but she followed his eyes to their hands- hers still resting on top of his. Her first instinct was to move, but instead, she squeezed his hand. His eyes met hers then, and she saw a twinkle that made her heart flutter in her chest. “I’ll rest when I take over the world, Shego,” he whispered. She smirked before gripping his arm and dragging him up from the chair out of the lab. “Ow, ow, ow. Shego! What are you doing?” 

She kept dragging him until they were in their living room, where she stopped in front of the TV. “You need to go to your room and go to bed, Dr. D.” 

He tried to wiggle his way out of her grip, but she was stronger than he was. “Shego, I am fi-” he yawned before he could finish the sentence. 

She rolled her eyes and continued dragging him all the way to his bedroom. When she opened the door, her eyes grew wide. His room was full of white boards that were covered in math. The whiteboards stretched the area of the room, and there were more covering his bed and his dresser. “Drakken, what is all of this?” 

He shrugged. “My design for the mutation chemical.” 

“When was the last time you slept, Dr. D.?” She walked the length of the room, trying to take in all the math even though she knew she would never understand it. 

“I…. I- I guess I’m not really sure.” Drakken followed her, watching her eyes light up at his work. She was recognizing his genius in the whiteboards, and the thought made him smile. 

She kept following the boards, trying to make sense of it all. “Well, we’ll just have to move these off the bed, so you can-” 

“NO!” His shouting made her jump, and she dropped the whiteboard in her hand. Her eyes met his, and he looked like he had just seen a ghost. “It’s just that I have these in a specific order, if you move them, it messes up the numbers.” 

She groaned. “Well you can’t just not sleep, Drakken!” 

He crossed his arms. “Sure I can.” 

“Nygh, Doc, you’re a scientist. Do you want to explain to me what happens to our neuroreceptors when we don’t get enough sleep?” 

“They lose their sensitivity to serotonin and norepinephrine.” He glared at her before mumbling “although I’m a little surprised you knew the term neuroreceptors.”

She slapped him across the shoulder but otherwise ignored the last part of his statement. “And what does that loss of sensitivity lead to, Doc?” 

He signed and rolled his eyes. “Impaired cognitive thinking.”  

She sighed. “I’m going to be nice just this one time and let you sleep in my bed. You know, so your boards don’t get messed up.” 

Drakken gaped at her. “I- I don’t- uh I’m not-” He couldn’t finish his train of thought. 

She groaned and grabbed his arm, dragging him to her bedroom. She took off his lab coat for him, so he was in a blue shirt and black pants. “Doc, stop overthinking. You need to sleep.” She folded his lab coat and placed it on top of the dresser. 

He stood awkwardly by her bed. “But the mutant agent.”

“Can wait,” she finished for him as she met his eyes. “We’ve tried plan after plan. This one can wait 8 hours.” 

He looked down, not wanting to stare into her piercing green eyes. “But it’s your bed.” 

She signed as she moved the covers before pushing him on the bed, and then covering him up with her blankets. “And I’m not getting in there with you, Doc. Just go to sleep.”

Once his head hit the pillow, he was out. She giggled slightly. He was so overworked that it didn’t take much to make him pass out. She stared at him, terrified he would wake up and start working again. She had planned on leaving him here, but now that she was here, she just wanted to make sure he got the sleep he needed. She sighed and grabbed a magazine, sitting on the chair to her vanity. This was going to be a long night. 

……..

Shego had dozed off and on in her chair, and she woke with a startle when she heard a noise. She glanced over at the bed, which Drakken still occupied (snoring loudly at that). She jumped out of her chair and opened her bedroom door slowly. Hank and a few other henchmen were poking around the lair. Her hands lit up. “What on earth are you people doing?” She growled. 

“Uh well, we uh-” Hank stuttered his words, glaring down at Shego’s hands. He knew full well that Shego could kick his ass without that plasma. With it, she was balls out terrifying. He trembled a little before finishing. “We were just looking for Drakken.” 

Her eyes moved between the henchmen. People talk, and if they found out Drakken was in her room, argh, she didn’t even want to think about the rumors that would come out of it. (Although she was pretty sure they had all already assumed her and Drakken were hooking up, there was no need to add fuel to the fire). Especially with the attire she was wearing currently. What seemed okay to wear in front of Drakken she deemed unprofessional and overly exposed to the henchmen. She unlit her hands and crossed her arms over chest in an attempt at covering up her cleavage. “Well, stop making so much noise. Some of us are trying to sleep,” she finally said. 

Hank hesitated before speaking. “Do you happen to know where he would be?” 

She groaned. “Is there something wrong?” 

“Well, uh, there was a chemical spill in the lab, and we uh, we weren’t sure what it was.”

 Hank crouched over as Shego uncrossed her arms and lit her hands back up. Her eyes grew wide. “WHAT? Why didn’t you say that earlier?” Panic started to set in. Drakken’s chemical mutation. He was going to lose his mind. “DRAKKEN!” she shouted, all thoughts of keeping the rumor mill at bay out the window. She moved toward the bed, sitting next to him. “Drakken, wake up!” 

“Huh, what? Shego!” He mumbled, slowly waking up. The henchmen’s eyes grew wide at the scene, but Shego’s glare stopped them from mocking her. 

“Hank said there was a chemical spill in the lab,” she whispered calmly, but she moved her body away from him slightly. 

“WHAT?” Drakken jumped out of bed and ran past Shego and the henchmen toward the lab. 

The henchmen didn’t take their eyes off Shego, who was still sitting on the bed. She got up and stroked her hair. Hank opened his mouth to speak, but Shego lit up her hands, causing him to close it abruptly. “Oh, just shut up,” she said, pushing past them. 

When she reached the lab, Drakken was kneeled on the floor. Shego bit her lip. “No, no, no.” Drakken said to himself, oblivious to Shego’s presence. 

“Doc,” she whispered as she put her hand on his shoulder. It’ll be-”

“Don’t!” He stood up, brushing off her touch. “These chemicals should have never been mixed together! Now I have to start all over.” He looked past Shego, and when she turned around, she saw Hank in the doorway. “How did this happen?” Drakken gritted through his teeth. 

Hank looked down. “Well uh- Jared and I were trying to clean, and- well, we uh- we were seeing who the strongest one was, so we arm wrestled, and uh-” Shego rolled her eyes.  

“NYGH! I don’t even want to hear the rest! Just clean this mess up. I have so much work to do!” Drakken reached for his notebook and started writing out formulas Shego didn’t quite understand. 

“Doc,” Shego said calmly. “You only slept for four hours. I think-” He met her eyes, and she cowered away from him. He didn’t have to tell her to stop talking- his eyes did that for him. “I’ll leave you to it,” she whispered more to herself than to him. 

Shego and Hank exited the lab- Hank to get cleaning supplies and Shego to reside in her bedroom, where she was in much need of a shower. 

Hank suddenly grinned. “So, you and Dr. Drakken were-” She blasted him before he could finish his sentence. 

“I said shut up, Hank!”

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Shego was sitting in their lounging area flipping through a magazine when she heard him from the other side of the lair. “Yes! I did it! I finally did it!” She smirked. It had been two weeks since the chemical spill in the lab (2 long weeks of him being so absorbed in his work that she had to practically force him to take breaks for lunch), and she was over dealing with the outcomes of his lack of sleep (talk about mood swings much) and his lack of hygiene (he would literally forget about showering until she brought it up). 

“Shego!” He came bursting into the lounge. “I did it! I created a chemical mutation-” he stopped. “Are you even listening to me?” 

She flipped a page in her magazine. “Yeah, yeah. I’m listening. Chemical mutation. Go on.” 

He grinned. “As I was saying, this chemical mutation agent will-” He stopped when someone burst through the lair, glowing blue. “Kim Possible! But I haven’t,- we haven’t done anything yet! Wait, since when do you glow?” 

Shego’s eyes went wide. “Like Hego?” she growled.

 Hego and Mego walked into her line of view next to Kim. “Hey sis!” Both of them said at the same time. “You know you missed my birthday,” Mego said. “A phone call or a card would have been nice.” 

Shego crossed her arms, and Drakken looked between Shego and her brothers. “Uh, I believe some introductions are in order.” 

Shego’s frown had managed to turn more upside down then it already was. “Can you excuse us, Dr.D.?” She said walking toward her brothers. 

Drakken ran in front of her. “Oh no. Now Shego, as long as you live under my roof, you follow my rules. And rule number 1 is no secrets! So whatever is going on-” He stopped when Shego’s hands ignited, and her face began to twitch in anger. “Is obviously a private matter,” he finished, backing away from her. He ran toward the door but turned back to her. “But I do think of us as a kind of evil family, and families stick together! So if you need me-” Shego didn’t have the heart to blast him, but she did blast the door next to him as a warning shot. “I’ll be there for you,” he finished, his voice high-pitched in fear before turning around and leaving her with her brothers and Kim. 

Kim grinned at Shego. “Drakken was being overly nice to you, huh?” 

Shego groaned and ignited her hands. “Why are all my least favorite people gathered here together like some sort of club?” 

“Avarius,” Kim said. 

“He has the twins, sis,” Hego said, moving toward her. “We have to help them.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “And I should care, why? I left Team Go and began working for someone who wants to take over the world.” She poked Hego’s chest. “I am evil! Evil! Do you get it now?” 

“What?” Hego frowned. 

Mego put himself between Shego and Hego. “Come on, sis. Just help us out. Or are you scared because of what Avarius did to you last time you-” 

Shego’s hands ignited once again “Oh do not even! I am so not scared of that bird face.” 

Mego smirked. “Prove it.” 

“NYGH! Let's just go!” She stormed out of the lair and toward their hover car. 

“Nice job, Mego,” Kim said. 

“What can I say? My sister came with a manual.” He laughed as Hego high fived him. 

………..

Shego took another shot of tequila, and her mind was spiraling. The last few days had been absolute hell. She had to fight an old arch nemesis. She had to see her stupid brothers. She had to help Kim Possible. Drakken was now aware of her hero past, and she knew him well enough to know that he was not going to let that information go. And to make everything worse, Drakken had been right. Shego had an opportunity to have  all of her brothers’ powers, but she didn’t even put up a fight to keep the wand. She practically handed it over to Kimmie. The thought made her take another shot of tequila. 

“I thought I might find you here,” she heard a familiar voice. How he found her at one of the thousands of bars in this city, she had no idea. Drakken sat down next to her, but she refused to acknowledge his existence. “Can I have a bud light, please?” he asked the bartender, who was quick to get him his drink. He looked at Shego, who had her eyes down on an empty shot glass. “And can you get her another shot of tequila?” 

Shego looked up at him then, who was grinning at her. “What?” She finally asked. 

He took a drink of his beer. “I came to rescue you, and I haven’t heard a thank you or anything.” 

“I didn’t need rescuing.” Shego slammed her shot, and her senses were starting to blur together. 

She stood up, and he followed her, tipping the bartender before heading out. When she reached the balcony, he took in the view of the city, and he appreciated that they were alone up here. She glanced up at the sky, mesmerized by the stars. “Shego, why didn’t you tell me you were a hero?” 

“Would you have hired me if you knew?” She shot back but didn’t look at him. Her eyes were now straightforward, taking in the beautiful architecture. “You aren’t even looking at me the same way anymore,” she mumbled. 

Instead of answering her question, he took a step forward so that he was right next to her. “I talk about myself and my past a lot.” 

She laughed. “Yeah, I know.” 

He shrugged. “It’s your turn.” He brushed a strand of her hair back, and at that moment he was grateful she was drunk. Sober Shego would not be playing this game. 

She sighed. “I was 15 when the rainbow comet struck my family.” 

Drakken nodded. “It gave you and your brothers your superpowers.” 

“While simultaneously killing both my parents.” She kept her eyes forward, not bothering to look at Drakken. She couldn’t. 

He reached over and placed his hand over hers, and he squeezed her hand. “Shego, I-” 

She shrugged him off, moving her hand away from him. She finally met his stare. “I don’t need pity, Doc.” He nodded, hoping she’d continue. Thankfully, her drunken state had allowed her to open up more than normal. “Hego was legally an adult- 19- but he had to prove to the state that he was responsible and capable of caring for us. If he hadn’t, we all would have been separated.” 

Drakken filled in the blanks. “So he thought Team Go was the best option for all of you? It used your powers for good, and it showed the state that he was responsible.” 

She nodded. “It got the state off his back. At least for a while, but once they found out about our powers and what we could do, they wanted to do tests on us. We were like lab rats, and we couldn’t do anything about it. All they had to do was threaten Hego with separating us. The twins were only 12. He wouldn’t let that happen.” 

Drakken’s mouth fell open. Her persistence on not being involved with cloning and mind control suddenly made sense. It was not just her being stubborn and mouthy (although he was sure that played a significant role), but she had been studied, poked, and violated already. She had had enough. “So you left Team Go?” 

She shook her head. “Not at first. Hego fought for us, so I fought for them. But my brothers are just so incompetent. They were lazy and couldn't do anything right. Literally the second I left, Team Go fell apart. They couldn’t do anything without me; it was kind of pathetic.” She signed, still not looking at Drakken. “When my parents died, Hego suddenly became the parental figure, but he was still a kid too, you know? He pushed heroism on us so that we could stay together, but it wasn’t what any of us really wanted. The twins were just hitting puberty, Mego was a self absorbed brat, and I-” she paused for a minute, taking another deep breath. “I felt trapped. It was like Hego chained me to him. He didn’t want to let me go, so instead, he suffocated me.” 

Drakken put a hand on her shoulder, bringing her backward to him slightly. “Shego,” he started to say, but she didn’t let him finish. She turned to face him, and her face was stained with drunken tears. “I was so sick of heroism, Doc. I was put on some stupid pedestal that I didn’t ask to be on. I wanted freedom.” 

Drakken nodded slowly as he reached for her hand. “Is that why you go easy on Kim? Because she is a reflection of your past?” She took a step away from him as her eyes grew wide. “Come on, Shego. I’m not stupid. I once watched you kill 6 people in less than a minute. I know you aren’t trying that hard with Kim.” 

Her silent cries suddenly become louder, drunker cries. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. 

“Hey,” Drakken said as he stepped back into her personal bubble. “It’s- forget I mentioned it okay?” She nodded, and he was grateful for her drunken state. If he was lucky, she wouldn’t remember this conversation tomorrow. However, her cries didn’t settle, and he found himself playing with the ends of her hair. “What do you need from me?” 

She glanced up to meet his eyes, and her lips turned upright in a smile slightly. “Can we just be here for a minute?” 

He nodded slightly as he wrapped his arms around Shego in a hug. She reciprocated his actions and let her arms snake around his waist. With her face buried in his chest, she let more tears fall out. When she moved her face so that her cheek was resting on his chest rather than her face, she spoke. “You were right, Doc.” 

His arms were still wrapped around her, and he squeezed her slightly. “About what?” 

“I gave that wand to Possible. I wanted my brothers to have their powers back.” 

He stroked her hair. He knew the only reason she was being so vulnerable and so touchy was the alcohol, but he wanted to soak it in while he had the chance. “Yeah, you have a soft spot for your brothers. That’s fine, Shego,” he whispered. “I have one for my mother. And for-” he stopped before he could say it. 

She untangled herself from him, and she found herself missing his warmth the second his arms left her. “For what?” He took a small step away from her, but his eyes stayed locked on hers. “For me?” she finally asked. 

He shrugged. “I do think of us as kind of an evil family, you know.” 

She smiled slightly. “Don’t forget that when you’re successful in world domination.”

He smirked at her. “Oh, and why’s that?” 

 “That way you remember that half of it is rightfully mine.” 

He chuckled. “How could I forget?”

Chapter Text

Shego had been snippier than normal. Drakken mostly let it roll off his shoulder, but some of it was kind of hard not to take personally. 

“That is literally the stupidest idea I have ever heard,” Shego said in response to his latest invention. 

“Nygh! Shego! The power cell will allow me to control everyone’s electricity! They will bow to me just so I will turn their heat on!” 

Shego put her feet up on the table and flipped a page in her magazine. “Yeah, yeah. Sounds like a complete waste of time to me.” 

Drakken gritted his teeth. “It’s December, Shego. Trust me- people like their heat. It’s a little mediocre, but it will do just fine.” 

She laughed. “Oh Doc, you have miles to go before you reach mediocre.” 

“Nygh! Argh!” He couldn’t formulate any words, so he ran his hand across his face and tried to calm down. 

“On a different note,” she said, flipping over another page. “I put my vacation on your calendar. I’m leaving on the 24th, and I’ll be back on the 5th.” 

He smirked. “Going to have a lovely holiday week with the brothers?” All she did was shoot him a glare, and he gulped in fear. “I mean, uh, going to a nice resort?” 

She nodded. “Grove Resort. Best in the business.” She closed her magazine and got up from her chair, stretching. 

Drakken took in her appearance. She was dressed in her usual jumpsuit, but something was different. Her eyes were glossed- not like she had been crying but like she was incredibly sad. Drakken shook his head. If she was sad about something, surely she would just say so. Instead, she had been more mouthy and lippy than ever. 

Without so much as a word, she left him alone in the lab (probably to go shopping for this newly planned vacation of hers). He sighed. He was being stupid. Something was obviously upsetting her, but he didn’t know how to bring up the subject without being a victim to her outbursts (and her plasma blasts). Shego never talked about her family. Up until recently, he had assumed she didn’t have one. He thought it was safe to assume their recent family blowout was the reason for her current bitchiness.

He rested his chin on his palm and tapped his fingers on his desk. “I guess I should get her something for Christmas to help her forget about this whole mess,” he mumbled to himself. “But what?” He thought for a moment, and then his eyes grew wide and a smile spread across his face. It amazed him at how easy and obvious the perfect Christmas gift would be. He dug out his phone book, and once he found the number he was looking for, he grinned. “Oh, this will be the best gift ever.” 

……..

A few weeks later, Shego was in a tanning chair, soaking up the sun. Mark (a masseuse on his own vacation that she just happened to meet) was rubbing her shoulders, and her sunglasses rested on the top of her head so that her eyes could stay focused on the book she was reading. Now this was relaxing. If the last few weeks had proven anything to her, it was that she needed this vacation. A vacation from her family (who she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since their run in). A vacation from Drakken (the audacity he had to call her while she was away was mind blowing- even if she did just ignore it). And a vacation from her own mind (Hell had to be a better place than her own head). 

"Can I get a margarita please?" She asked as the bartender (with a beautiful body she hoped to see more of) walked by. 

He nodded. "Of course, miss." She smiled when he headed toward the bar- her eyes looking directly at his behind as he walked away. (She was only human after all). When the bartender returned, she got cash out of her purse, but he shook his head at her. "It's all been paid for, miss."

She raised a brow. "What?" 

The bartender took a note out of his pocket and handed it to her. "Your entire vacation has been paid for." 

He handed the margarita over to her and quickly moved to another customer. "My entire vacation has been paid for?" she mumbled to herself. 

Mark quit rubbing her shoulders. "Man, who did you screw to get that lucky?”

She shot him a glare, and he put his hands up in surrender. She smirked and brought her attention back to the note. "Shego, this is just my way of saying thanks for a super year and Merry Christmas. Yours and evil, Dr. Drakken." Her mouth fell open. Drakken did this? 

Mark crossed his arms. "Who's Drakken? Do you have a boyfriend?" 

Shego glared at him once again, and without realizing what she was doing, her hands ignited. "What are you even still doing here, Mark?" 

He backed away. "Jesus, your hands- uh- they are glowing." 

She rolled her eyes. (Okay, so she had screwed him, but after reading Drakken’s note, Mark's presence was just annoying.) "Do you want to learn with this glow does?" She asked as a smirk appeared across her face. 

He scratched his head. "Uh- I- uh-" She shot him with her plasma, and he went flying back. 

She pulled out her phone. "I guess I should have picked up his call," she mumbled to herself. "Maybe he left a message."

………

Shego rolled her eyes at the scene she had been cursed to witness: Drakken and the buffoon dancing and singing to Snowman Hank. (Drakken watched that stupid snowman show every Christmas, and to see him form a truce to the Possible clan just because of the freaking snowman show made her want to gag). 

Kim nudged Shego, causing her to remove her eyes from Drakken and Ron and meet hers. “So, you weren’t with Drakken during this operation?” 

Shego shook her head. “I was on vacation.” She tilted her head back and groaned slightly. 5 hours ago, she had been enjoying a margarita and sun bathing. Now, she was here with the Possible’s and watching Drakken act like a 5 year old. When she noticed Kim’s smirk, she raised an eyebrow. “What?”  

“Oh nothing. It’s just that the big bad Shego left her vacation to come to Drakken’s rescue.” Kim giggled but tried to cover it with her hand. 

Shego’s hands lit up. “So? You came to the buffoon’s rescue.” 

Kim shrugged. “I come to everyone’s rescue.” 

Shego took a step toward Kim. “What are you insinuating, Pumpkin?” 

Kim’s grin grew wider. “Maybe you actually have a heart somewhere in there.” Kim paused for a moment, thinking about her word choice carefully. “Or maybe you actually care about Drakken? Maybe a little too much for your own liking?” 

Shego blasted Kim, which she dodged with her cheerleading skills.. “Listen here, Princess. If you think that-” 

Drakken interrupted her. “Shego! This is a truce. You can stop being so threatening for 5 minutes!” 

Shego didn’t take her eyes off Kim, but the fire in her hands disappeared as she threw her hands up in the air. “Argh! Fine! But so help me, after this truce is over, I will vaporize you, Princess. ” 

Kim smiled. “I wouldn’t dream of anything else.” Shego sat down near the firepit next to Drakken. Kim joined her, sitting between Ron and her mother. 

The Possibles were laughing at Jim and Tim’s goofiness, but Shego kept her eyes on Drakken. When she gripped his arm, he turned to her, and she smiled at him. “Thanks for paying for my vacation,” she whispered so the Possibles wouldn’t hear. 

Drakken grinned at her but shrugged. “Thanks for leaving it to come rescue me.” 

“I got you something.” Shego let a finger run circles around his arm, and the eyes she gave him were incredibly suggestive. Her other hand found his knee, and she gripped it tightly. 

“Oh?” Drakken let out in a gulp. Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? 

Shego smirked and she leaned in to whisper to him. “I called your mother and told her that her little Drewbie missed her so much.”

Drakken moved away from her touch. “YOU WHAT?” His sudden outburst got the attention of their company, who were now all staring at them. 

Shego laughed so hard that she had to hold onto her stomach. “She’s hopping on the next plane for a visit,” she said in between laughs. 

Drakken gritted his teeth. “NYGH! SHEGO!” 

“Merry Christmas, Doc,” she said as she leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Chapter Text

Drakken had spent the last week clearing out one of his offices and turning it into a hospital-like room. “You know, this would have been easier if you gave up your bedroom while she was here,” he snapped at Shego as they had carried boxes in the room. 

“Oh and where would I have slept?” She snapped back. 

“Uh- with the henchmen?” She blasted him for his remark. “Ow! Shego! We don’t have time to mess around! She’ll be here any-” 

“DREWBIE!” Mama Lipsky’s voice traveled throughout the lair. Shego snickered, and Drakken frowned at her. “Drewbie!” Mrs. Lipsky said again as she found Drakken and Shego. “Your aids let me in. Aren’t they so nice? Working for such an important doctor.” Shego bit her lip, attempting to hold back a laugh. 

“Mother! We were just freshening up the place for you.” Mrs. Lipsky dropped her bags in the corner of the room. Drakken hugged her, and she made sure to squeeze him tight. 

“Oh, no need to go through all the trouble, dear. I know my Drewbie is very busy. Moving from state to state trying to help the people he meets on his radio show!” Mrs. Lipsky turned her attention to Shego, who was still doing everything in her power to not laugh at the situation. “Thank you for calling me, Shego. My Drew relocates so often to help people. I never know where he is.” 

Shego slapped Drakken’s shoulder. “Drew Lipsky, how could you not update your sweet mother on our location?” She bit her lip again, suppressing the laugh that wanted to come out at Drakken’s glare. 

“I’m sorry, mother. As you know, I do get super busy with patients.” Drakken tapped his fingers together nervously. 

Mrs. Lipsky crossed her arms. “Well you better thank your lucky stars you have this lovely assistant who cares enough to reach out to your family.” 

Shego groaned. “Assistant? Oh no, no, no. I am-” 

“The best assistant ever,” Drakken finished for her, putting an emphasis on the word ‘assistant’ and smirking at Shego. Out of all the words to get under Shego’s skin, ‘assistant’ and ‘sidekick’ were the ones to do it, and his mother had said the word in less than five minutes of being here.

Shego shot a glare at Drakken, whose grin grew wider at the sight of her displeasure. Mrs. Lipsky giggled at the two. “Now kids, let me cook you a nice meal, and we can do a much needed catching up over dinner.” 

Drakken nodded. “Oh mother, you know how I am a sucker for your Italian chicken.” Shego rolled her eyes at the blue momma’s boy standing next to her. “Let me show you to the kitchen,” he said to his mother and gestured for her to exit the bedroom. 

Shego followed them, but she poked Drakken’s arm, causing him to look in her direction. “If you so much as call me an assistant again,” she whispered to him, “I might just accidentally let it slip that you are a supervillain seeking world domination.” 

Drakken gasped. “Is everything alright, darling?” His mother turned to face him. 

“Uh, yes mother. The kitchen is down the hall to the left. I’ll be right there.” Mrs. Lipsky practically skipped to the kitchen, enthused to be cooking for her Drewbie. “You wouldn’t dare,” Drakken whispered to Shego as soon as his mother was out of earshot. 

Shego smirked. “No? I could just show her this.” Her hands ignited. 

“Argh! Shego! Put that away!” The plasma withdrew back into her palms as she laughed. 

Drakken crossed his arms and frowned. “You’re enjoying my pain, aren’t you?” 

Shego pinched his cheek. “Of course I am, my sweet Drewbie.” She couldn’t contain her laughter as he swatted her hand away. 

……..

Mrs. Lipsky put plates in front of Drakken and Shego. They took in the smell of Italian chicken, roasted carrots, and broccoli and cheese. “Wow Mrs. Lipsky. You really know your way around the kitchen,” Shego said after taking a bite. 

“Oh please, Shego. Call me Debbie. I do feel bad though. Drewbie, are you sure we don’t need to make any for your aids downstairs?” 

Drakken shook his head as he swallowed a bite. “No. They really do fend for themselves most of the time. I take them out once a month as a thank you.” 

She sighed. “If you say so, Drew.” She sat down next to Drakken and across from Shego. She suddenly grinned. “So you two spend a lot of time alone together, huh?” 

Drakken shrugged. “She helps with the patients.” He took a big bite of his chicken. “Oh my, this is so good.” Shego rolled her eyes, annoyed at Drakken’s obliviousness to what his mother was suggesting. 

“Oh yes. And where are your patients, Drewbie?” Mama Lipsky took a bite and chewed it softly before taking a drink of her water. 

“I uh- uh well I- I sent them to another facility for a week.” Draken paused, trying to make sense of his own words. “Yes, I sent them away, so I could focus all my time on you, mother!” 

Shego wanted to laugh at his uneasiness, but Mrs. Lipsky ate up her son’s words. “Oh, that is so sweet, Drewbie! You didn’t have to do that!” 

“Of course I did. You are right. I haven’t been the best at keeping contact. Shego over here has reminded of where my priorities should be. She really is the best assist-” Shego gripped his wrist under the table and raised her brow at him. “I mean partner. She really is more of a partner. She does a lot for me.” Shego smirked, letting go of his wrist. 

Mrs. Lipsky smiled at the two. “Of course. Of course.” 

…….

Later that evening, Shego had resided in her bedroom while Drakken and Mama Lipsky sat at the dining table, playing chess. Drakken moved a pawn. “At what point does our chess tradition grow old?” 

She smiled at her son. “Are you worried that you will get your butt kicked, dear?” 

Drakken put his hand to his chest and dropped his jaw, pretending to be offended. “What? Me? No, no, no. One of these days I will beat you at chess.” 

She giggled. “Over my dead body!” They played in silence for a minute- Drakken focusing on his next strategy- before she spoke again. “So….. Your assistant is really pretty.” 

Drakken moved his attention away from the chess board and to his mother, who gave him the most innocent eyes. “Oh, don’t start that, mom.” 

Mrs. Lipsky moved her knight piece. “What, dear?” 

Drakken’s eyes fell back to the board, analyzing his options while simultaneously trying to shut this conversation down. “Shego is… Well she’s uh… She’s just Shego. She’s my assistant. Nothing more. Nothing less.” 

Mrs. Lipsky shook her head as she moved another piece. “Drewbie, I know you keep yourself occupied with work, but you need to think about settling down with a nice girl like Shego. You’re 39 years old. I want grandchildren before I die, and you’re not making it easy.” 

Drakken felt his face grow red, and in that moment, he was thankful Shego went to bed early. “Shego’s really not that nice of a girl,” he mumbled more to himself than to his mother. He wondered if she would feel the same way about the situation if she knew the truth about Shego’s evil side. Of course, her finding out about Shego’s evil side would out him, and that couldn’t happen. 

“Well she called me so that we could have some time together. She’s obviously a nice girl.” She only invited you here to mock me , he thought. He knew he couldn’t say it, so he settled for silence. “She’s pretty. She’s nice. She seems rather intelligent. You two would be-” 

“Mother!” Drakken’s face was growing redder and redder. “Shego and I are not a couple nor will we ever be.” 

His mother laughed, her red hair bouncing as she did. “Oh please, dear. You can’t tell me you don’t have feelings for her.” 

His face grew even hotter (which he didn’t know could be possible). “I uh- uh- argh- Mother! I don’t want to talk about this anymore!” 

Mama Lipsky smirked. “Check mate.” She was looking at the board, but Drakken had a suspicious feeling she wasn’t talking about the game. 

……….

The next morning, Mama Lipsky insisted on taking Shego shopping, and who was she to argue with an elderly lady? Shego found herself enjoying Mama Lipsky’s company, and the embarrassing stories she offered up about Drakken would be useful to all her future mock windows. 

“When Drew was about 11, he went through this ridiculous phase!” Mrs. Lipsky said as they were both scanning a rack at Banana Republic. “He would pretend he was being filmed for a reality TV show, and he would narrate everything. Dinner, family events, even school! He would talk to these imaginary cameras like he was a Kardashian.” 

Shego burst out laughing. She clenched her stomach trying to control herself. “Honestly that makes a lot of sense,” she said after her laughter died down. 

Mrs. Lipsky smiled. “Don’t tell me he still does it?” 

Shego laughed again. “No. He just goes on these psychotic rants every time we-” she stopped herself, remembering who she was talking to and what she didn’t know about her son. “Get a new patient,” she finished. 

Mrs. Lipsky nodded. “Of course.” 

The two women had a cart full of clothes to try on, and Shego kept adding to it. When she noticed the look Mama Lipsky was giving her, she sighed. “Sorry. I like to shop.” 

Mrs. Lipsky laughed. “It’s alright, dear. I am having fun!” Shego smiled at her, and they kept on going down the aisles. “Do your parents come around for visits much?” 

Shego didn’t even look up from the dress she was eyeing when she answered. “My parents are dead.” 

Mama Lipsky gasped. “Oh dear, I am so sorry.” She wrapped her arms around Shego and squeezed her tight. Shego flinched. Outside of past lovers, people never touched her. They wouldn’t dare. And now here she was- a victim to an elderly woman’s hugs. 

“I am fine, Mrs.Lipsky. It was a long time ago.” Shego tried to squirm out of her embrace, and she let out a sigh of relief when she finally let her go.

“How many times do I have to tell you that you can call me Debbie? My Drewbie says you’re like family! And his family is my family.” 

Shego faked a smile and suppressed her urge to roll her eyes. “Right. Debbie. I’ll remember that.” 

“How did they die?” Debbie’s question was asked quietly, like she wasn’t sure if she should even ask, but her intrusive thoughts beat her to the punch. 

“Car accident.” It was a lie, but the truth of the comet would bring out the truth about her powers, which is a whole other topic of discussion she did not want to have. 

“You poor thing! Do you have any siblings?” 

Shego shrugged. “Just me.” Another lie, but what was she supposed to say? I actually have 4 brothers. Oh what is it that they do? They are heroes. Why don’t I help them? Well I actually can’t stand the thought of being around them, and I am 100% pure evil. I tolerate your son because he is a mad genius who wants to take over the world. Despite our differences, we make a great evil team. Yeah, that conversation was a big no-no. Drakken would kill her.

“Oh my, you must be so lonely. I am so thankful you have my son.” Shego rolled her eyes. “Speaking of which,” Mrs. Lipsky smiled at Shego. “You and my Drew. Is there anything a mother should know?” 

Shego’s mouth fell open while Mrs. Lipsky gave her the most innocent stare. “Oh my God. Absolutely not!” 

Debbie’s face fell as she put her hands on her hips. “You don’t like my Drewbie?” 

Shego groaned. “I would rather shoot myself than have this conversation right now,” she mumbled quietly. 

Mrs. Lipsky smiled again. “Maybe there’s more than you think. You spend a lot of time together. You live with him. You-” 

“Look, I live with him because he pays me.” Shego was losing her patience, but she forced herself to remember that she couldn’t know that she was a villain. 

“Oh is that so?” Mrs. Lipsky crossed her arms. 

Shego glared at her and gritted her teeth. “Yes.” She turned away from Debbie and moved toward the checkout line. 

Mrs. Lipsky laughed. “Someone who didn’t have feelings wouldn’t get so testy at the mere suggestion of there being something there.” 

“NYGH!” Shego groaned. “Let's just go!” 

…………

Shego tossed and turned in her bed, but she couldn’t get warm. No matter how many times she got up to put another blanket on, she was absolutely freezing. “What the hell?” She mumbled and she got up. She headed for his room, which wasn’t far from hers in this lair (in one lair, they are right next to each other, and in another lair, they could be on separate floors.) “DRAKKEN!” She pounded on his door. “Have you messed with the damn heat aga-” She stopped when he opened the door, a blanket wrapped around himself as he shivered. 

“It’s c-c-cold,” he mumbled to her. His eyes grew wide as he took in Shego’s words. “Shit. My mother.” 

They both rushed to the guest room Mrs. Lipsky was staying in. “Mom!” Drakken knocked on the door. 

She opened the door with a slight grin. “Yes?” 

Drakken looked at her nervously. “Are you cold? It seems as though there is something wrong with the heat.” 

Mama Lipsky shrugged. “I feel quite warm actually.” Drakken and Shego entered the room, and they immediately felt the temperature difference. 

“How can heat be working in one room but not in any of the others?” Shego asked.

Drakken shook his head. “That doesn’t make any sense.” 

Shego crossed her arms and shivered. “In the meantime, how are we supposed to not freeze to death?” 

Mrs. Lipsky smiled. “It looks like you two might have to share a bed tonight.” 

Drakken blushed automatically. “Excuse me?” Shego asked. 

“To preserve body heat,” Mrs. Lipsky said, her grin growing wider. 

Shego lit her hands, but Drakken stepped in her line of fire first, blocking his mother from seeing her. He glared at her, and she took in a deep breath before letting her plasma withdraw back into her hands. 

Suddenly, Hank appeared in the doorway, clearly out of breath. “I have been searching everywhere for you, Dr. Drakken. I fixed the heat.” 

Drakken let out a sigh of relief. “You did? What was wrong with it?” 

Hank raised an eyebrow. “That part was weird. Nothing was wrong with it. Someone just went down to the heater and flipped a switch.”

Drakken shook his head in disbelief. “I’m sorry. What?” 

Shego groaned and shot a glare at Mrs. Lipsky, who was acting innocent. “Oh, this is absolutely ridiculous.” Shego stormed out of the room, heading back to the comfort of her own bed. She heard footsteps behind her, and when she turned, she was face to face with Drakken. “I am so ready for your crazy mother to go home, Doc.” 

He chuckled. “You’re the one that invited her here.” 

She groaned. “Don’t remind me.” 

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Shego sat across from Drakken at a restaurant table. Although they were here to watch Kim be humiliated on her date, being here with him felt much like a date should be, and then her mind started racing. Earlier this week, Drakken said he would have put a mind control device on someone he had a huge crush on. Last year, he put a mind control device on her. In what way do these two events correlate? Did Drakken have a crush on her? Does he still? Argh! She was being silly. This wasn’t a date. Drakken didn’t like her like that. Shego’s relationship with Drakken was quite simple: they were partners in crime. Nothing more. (She did live with him and spent nearly every waking moment with him. Hell, her own love life sat on the backburner for her work with Drakken, but thinking about that would make everything so unnecessarily complicated). 

Shego shook her head out of her thoughts and finally noticed Drakken’s impatience as he was staring at Kim and her date. “Give it time, Doc. Trust me, she’ll get embarrassed.” 

Drakken sulked in his chair. “How do you know?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Because I was a teenage girl once. And every first date is awkward and embarrassing no matter how old you are.” 

Drakken perked up slightly. “Okay, you got me there.” 

Shego’s lips grew into a small smile. “Good. Now let’s just sit back and enjoy the show.” 

He sipped his sweet tea and nodded his head. Shego turned her attention back to Kim but quickly turned back to steal a fry off of Drakken’s plate. “Hey! You said you didn’t want any!” 

She shrugged. “I say a lot of things, Dr. D.” 

“Argh! Shego! Give that back!” Drakken reached over the table for the fry in her hand, but she quickly shoved it in her mouth. “Shego!” 

She smirked at him. “Aw. Did being an only child make it hard for Drew Lipsky to share?” 

He crossed his arms. “I can share! I just don’t want to!” Shego laughed and took another fry, but Drakken grabbed her wrist playfully, attempting to hold in his own laugh. “Let go of my french fry.” 

Shego’s smirk grew wider. “Or what?” 

Drakken looked down at his hand gripping her wrist and grinned. “I will hurt you for this fry.” 

Shego couldn’t hold back the loud burst of laughter that erupted out of her mouth. “Ooohhh, such a scary man,” she said as she used her own strength to wiggle her wrist out of his grip and eat the fry. 

He chuckled. “Oh, you are so going to pay for that one.”  He swiped her water and chugged it. Her mouth fell open, and he grinned at her. “Sorry. I was a little parched.” 

Shego crossed her arms but a smile was still spread across her lips. “You have a sweet tea right there, Doc.” 

Drakken shrugged. “I decided to take your lead and be healthy.” 

She rolled her eyes and pointed to his plate of fries. “Exhibit A.”

“I deserve them! My birthday is next week!” 

She giggled. “Oh, you were SOOO an only child. And by the way, you’re turning 40, Doc. All the more reason to stop eating so much salt.” 

Drakken put a fry in his mouth. “You were eating them too,” he said once he swallowed. 

She shrugged. “I’m young and in perfect shape.” 

“And I am-” he started, but she cut him off.

“Old and crippled?” 

“Nygh! Shego!” 

She laughed and then turned her attention back to Kim. “Alright. It’s time to speed up this helping of embarrassment.” She smirked as she got up from the table and headed toward the teens.

……

After a few embarrassing moments (and an added hole in Kim’s stomach), the kids moved their date to the movies, so Drakken and Shego followed. They were on the balcony level, watching Kim below them. “This movie is stupid,” Shego grumbled as she took a handful of popcorn from her bowl and shoved it in her mouth. 

“But the show in the 4th row down below is just glorious!” Drakken said as he pointed to Kim and her date. 

Shego giggled. “The fact that you’re using embarrassment ninjas is pretty embarrassing” she mumbled to herself as she leaned back into her chair. The bowl of popcorn was in between her legs, and as she went for a handful, so did Drakken, and his hand ended up right on top of hers. She raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought you didn’t want any.” 

He smirked at her but left his hand on top of hers. “Oh, sorry, did growing up with 4 siblings not teach you the art of ‘sharing is caring?’”

She shrugged. “I was the only girl. I used that to my advantage.”

He laughed. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me one bit?” 

Shego let out a soft chuckle. “Move your hand before I move it for you.” 

His grin grew. “Give me some popcorn and then I’ll get out of your personal bubble.” 

She grabbed a handful of popcorn with her free hand and threw it at him. "There. I gave you some.” She smirked but her face fell the second he threw popcorn back at her. 

“It isn’t nice, now is it?” he said as he laughed. Before she knew it, they were in a popcorn war. She grabbed another handful to throw at him, and he did the same. She gave up on throwing as she gripped the bucket tightly and poured the whole thing over his head. “Nygh! Shego!” 

She had to cover her mouth to keep from erupting into loud laughter in the middle of the movie theater. 

He crossed his arms. “Let's just watch the teens.” He held his head away from her, pretending to be angry, but he was smiling. 

They sat in silence for a moment until she fake yawned and moved her arm around his chair so that she could play with his hair. She twirled her fingers around and around his ponytail with a devilish grin on her face. “Stop that!” he whispered. 

“Sorry. Am I bothering you?” She scooted closer to him and continued twirling her fingers around his hair. 

“Yes! Now stop that.” 

She shrugged. “Make me.” 

“Argh, Shego!” He swatted her hand away, but she moved it back to his ponytail. He swatted her hand again, but she moved her hand back once again. She smirked at him. “That’s it!” He gripped her wrist and moved their hands to the armrest on the chair. “No more of that,” he whispered to her.

She smirked. She was much stronger than him, and he knew it. But rather than remove her wrist from his grip, she let her hand rest under his as she leaned over and used her free hand to pinch his cheek. “Oh, how cute. You think you can control me.” She pouted her lips and played innocent. He groaned and sulked in his chair. 

……..

After the movie, the teens went for a walk in the park. Drakken and Shego were hiding behind a bush, watching them. "This has been an interesting date," Shego said as Drakken held a pair of binoculars to his eyes. 

Drakken groaned. "Interesting, sure, but not embarrassing enough. Why hasn't she vanished yet?" 

Shego put her hand on Drakken’s shoulder. “Let me see.”

He removed the binoculars from his eyes, but instead of giving them to her, he put them behind his back. “No. You’ve been pestering me all night. You don’t get to see the good stuff.” 

Shego put her hands on her hips. “Drakken, give them to me.” 

“Make me,” he said, imitating Shego’s voice. 

She smirked as she ignited her hands. “Well if you insist.” 

His eyes grew wide for a second. “Argh! Fine!” Her smile grew as he handed over the binoculars, and she took pride in viewing Kimmie on her date. She was concentrating so hard on the teens that she didn’t have time to react when Drakken yanked them from her face. “You’ve had enough time with them,” he said as he put them back over his own eyes.

“Ngyh!” Shego tackled him to the ground, the binoculars following on the grass under them. She pinned him, her hands holding his wrists above his head as her legs were on each side of his torso. Drakken’s noticeable change in body language made her stop. The last time they were in this position, they weren’t messing around like they were now. She was angry. Out of control. The fear in his eyes made her tremble.

”I think I’ve made my point,” she mumbled quietly, and she repositioned slightly so that she could get off of him easier. Before she could, he grinned at her and flipped them so that he was on top of her. His hands gripped her wrists, and his legs found their place by her sides. Her eyes grew wide. “Since when did you get so crafty?” 

He laughed. “I’ve been watching you for almost two years.” 

She smirked. “I kind of like the ‘take charge, Drakken.’” 

He leaned down closer to her, their faces merely inches apart. “Oh, you do?” 

She batted her eyelashes at him. “Hmm. Dominance looks good on you, Doc.” She paused for a moment, letting him ponder her flirtatiousness before continuing. “But you need some more lessons.” 

He smirked as he leaned even closer, touching their foreheads. “And what kind of lessons would those be?” 

“Lesson number one,” she whispered, careful not to touch their lips, which were so close that she felt her heart flutter. “Always keep an eye out for an attack- especially from someone who could seriously hurt you.” Before he could process her words, she moved her knee up, using it to knock him off of her. He fell to the ground beside her and grunted. She giggled. “And I’ll take those,” she said as she picked up the binoculars from off the ground. He groaned in defeat. 

…….

Drakken sat in his lab, sulking. “I can’t believe she found a cure. She was so close to vanishing! We nearly had her, Shego!” 

Shego sat in her chair next to him filing her nails. “At least it was fun to watch.” 

He chuckled. “Okay, yeah it was fun to watch, but she should have disappeared!” 

“Oh, that reminds me.” She took something out of her pocket and handed it over to him. It was a flashdrive. 

Drakken raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?” 

She shrugged. “I had Hank follow Kimmie too. Nobody even noticed him, not even the princess.” He wrinkled his face, clearly not following her logic. “He took pictures of the whole thing, Doc.” 

His eyes grew in surprise, and he began to laugh. “No way!” 

She smiled as she took the flashdrive from him and plugged it into his laptop. The laptop loaded an array of photos, all of which painted Kim in an embarrassing light. As they clicked through the photos, Drakken and Shego couldn’t contain their hysterical laughter. Suddenly, Shego scooted her chair closer to his and wrapped her arm around his shoulder. “Happy birthday, Dr. D.” 

He smiled at her. “This is the best gift.” She removed her arm from around him, but she smiled. “But you’re still going to karaoke with me.” 

She crossed her arms and groaned. Great. 

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Drakken had gone on and on about a party this weekend to celebrate their two year partnership anniversary. (He clearly didn’t remember her nearly killing Dementor at last year’s fest). He promised this year it would be just them and the henchmen celebrating by having karaoke, serving drinks, and playing games such as the 3 legged race (the only part of the plan that seemed semi-enjoyable was the alcohol, which she would gladly overuse so that she could forget the whole thing). 

Unfortunately (honestly, it was fortunate; she really did not want to partake in this silly party), she felt dizzy, her nose was stuffy, her fever had spiked, and she could not stop her nose from running. Kim Possible had freaking sneezed her nasty germs all over Shego while she and Drakken were stealing the Ray X (whatever that was, Drakken had no idea how to work the dumb thing when they stole it), and now she felt the repercussions. 

She was so sick that she had to call him from her bedroom. He had left her alone most of the day (he said something about continuing the plan without her, which was fine by her.) She was able to catch up on some much needed sleep, but a knocking at her door woke her up. She groaned and looked at her clock, which said it was 6:17 pm. Drakken opened her door slowly, and his face filled with concern when he saw her. Her nose was pink, her hair was a disaster, and she had gone so pale that her green skin almost looked white. “How are you doing?” he whispered as he walked toward her bed, holding a plate. 

Shego coughed. “Well, I now know that Hell is real because I’m currently there.” 

She struggled to sit up but finally managed to get there when he sat on her bed next to her. “Here. I made you grilled cheese.” 

She smiled weakly. “You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered, but she took the plate from him anyway. 

He shrugged. “You won’t get better anytime soon if you don’t eat.” He watched her take a bite, and he didn’t know if he should leave her alone or keep her company for a little while. (He honestly did not want to leave her side- she looked so deathly that it scared him.)

It took her a minute to swallow just one bite, and she groaned. “It hurts to eat.” 

Drakken instinctively put his hand on her forehead. “You’re burning up.” Shego leaned into his touch- his hands were cold on her face, and it felt good. Drakken glanced at her bedside table, which was covered in tissues and had an empty water glass. He reached over her to grab the cup. “Let me refill this for you.” She nodded softly but closed her eyes. 

When he returned to her bedroom with a filled water glass, she had passed out. He smiled at her sleeping form. Even though she felt ill and definitely looked it, she was still beautiful to him. The thought made him cringe at himself. He knew she was a beautiful woman (shit, everyone knew she was beautiful- all they had to do was look at her), but to see her in this state of sickness (that hair is going to need some work done to it) and still think she’s gorgeous was ludicrous. But here he was with a pounding heart because the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on was sick, and all he wanted to do was take the illness away from her. 

His heart pounded louder as he began to register what his own thoughts meant. He only cared for her because they work together. It doesn’t mean anything. But that wasn’t right. He cared for his henchmen (he constantly did things to make sure they felt appreciated and valued in the workplace), but he never once wanted to be around one of them when they were sick. Okay, so she was special. She was far more than just hired help. They had a friendship. That sounded better, but it still didn’t feel right. He shook his head. What difference did it make, really? Nothing would ever change between them. They were Drakken and Shego, and he was content with that. 

Drakken set the glass of water down on her bedside table next to her half eaten sandwich (hey, at least she tried). He was about to leave when something stopped him- her shivering in her sleep. She was sweating profusely with blankets wrapped around her, but she was shivering. Logically, he knew her body was just fighting off the illness, and the fact that she was sweating it out was a good thing, but he wanted nothing more than to help her. 

He sighed to himself and sat down in her vanity chair. He couldn’t leave her. Instead, he would watch her and make sure she stayed breathing throughout the night. (He wasn’t trying to be creepy, but this flu was really taking its toll on her). He took one of her magazines on her vanity and began to read.

…….

Shego slowly opened her eyes to her clock telling her it was 2 am. She groaned slightly and turned on her back, and she noticed a figure by her vanity. She jumped and instinctively lit her hands. The fire in her palms allowed her to see who was in her room: Drakken. His chin rested on his hand, and he was snoring. She smiled softly at his slumped form (although she knew his back would hurt later). If it had been anyone else that stayed in here while she was sleeping and felt like absolute shit, she would have vaporized them, but it was Drakken, and she knew his intentions were pure. She thought it was kind of sweet that he stayed here to make sure she was alright (the tough ‘I’m fine; nothing bothers me’ act was a little difficult to do when she felt this crummy). 

She slowly got up (even though her body desperately begged her to stay in bed), taking one of her many blankets with her. She used one of her hands as a flashlight, and when she reached Drakken, she noticed an open Cosmo magazine. She giggled slightly. Out of all the things he could have read, that was the one he chose. She quietly wrapped the blanket around Drakken, who let out another snore. She ran a hand through her own hair as she stared at him, her mind wandering. How did they get here? Two years ago, she fought him on moving in because the thought seemed so absolutely ridiculous. Her persistence on keeping their relationship strictly professional obviously did not work because the mere thought of not working with him made her queasy.

How did someone that wanted to take over the world do such caring things like bring her a grilled cheese sandwich when she was sick and stay in her bedroom to ensure she was still breathing? How did someone as hard shelled as herself care so much that he did these stupidly nice things? Her mind went to a few weeks ago when they were following Kim on her date. The whole night was supposed to be dedicated to Kim embarrassing herself, but if Shego was honest with herself, both she and Drakken were a little distracted by each other to focus that much on Kim. That night could have ended in a kiss had she not knocked him off of her (she swears she could still feel his breath on her face), and the thought made her tremble. Did she even want to kiss him? What difference did it make? It didn’t happen, and her pondering it made her already pounding head hurt even more. 

She sighed deeply and went back to bed. This weird relationship they have, whatever it was, she was content with it. She could mock him all day long, but at the end of the day, they cared for each other. And that was enough for her to fall back into a slumber. 

………

The next few days, Shego spent in bed. Drakken had told her he was working with Duff Killigan on Ray X, but he still brought her three meals a day, and at night, he slept in her chair (which is something neither of them would talk about although they were both aware of it). 

By the third day, she was feeling much better and was up to walking around the lair when she heard Drakken sneeze. “I’m fine,” he said as he sneezed again. 

She walked over to his lab chair with concern. “Are you sure?” 

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m good. It was just-” he sneezed again. “Dammit.” 

By the end of the day, Drakken had a horrible fever and felt light headed. Shego had to force him into bed, telling him he would never get better if he didn’t sleep it off. She had left him to rest for a few hours, but by 9pm, she was checking on him again. (It was just the flu, but it was a nasty bug, and he didn’t have the good immune system that she did). 

When she made sure that he was indeed still breathing, she had intended to leave, but a nagging voice in her head made her stop. He stayed for her. Why isn’t she doing the same? She groaned to herself. This is why she didn’t want him to be nice. Now, she had to as well, and she hated being nice. 

She looked around the room. He didn’t have a chair. All he had was a bed, a dresser, and a night stand. She could go get a chair she supposed, but she wasn’t even sure if that was worth the neck cramps in the morning. 

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly as she watched his chest move up and down. He was sleeping on his back with his arms tucked in at his sides like he was Count Dracula (which she knew was the inspiration behind his alias name, but there was no need to sleep like him). She finally gave up on fighting with herself as she crawled into bed next to him, attempting to keep their bodies from touching. 

Drakken felt the shift in the bed, and he opened his eyes to see her staring at him. “Shego? What are you doing?” 

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “Just making sure you stay alive, alright?” 

He coughed. “But my sick germs. You’ll-”

“I’ve already had it, Doc. I’m fine. Just rest.” He nodded and closed his eyes again, but before he could fall back asleep, she spoke once more. “I’m sorry we couldn’t have our two year partner anniversary party.” 

He chuckled, which was minimized by another round of coughing. “That’s okay.” 

She touched the back of her hand to his forehead, and when he glared at her, she laughed. “Your fever has to be really bad for you to say missing that party is okay.” 

He grinned. “I do feel like shit. Thanks for that by the way.” 

She smirked but otherwise didn’t say anything. He shifted his arms so that they were under the blankets once again, and she turned so that her back was toward him, but she quickly switched to her other side so that she was facing him again. Watching him breathe made her feel much better. “Doc?” she whispered. 

“Hmm?” 

“If you ever mention this to anyone, I will light your ass on fire.” 

He chuckled and coughed some more. “I wouldn’t imagine anything else, Shego.”

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Shego rolled her eyes at the two men in her line of vision (if you could call them men; she’d argue against that one). Drakken and his cousin, Eddie (he liked to be called Motor Ed, but she was absolutely not respecting that wish), were working on repairing the destructive vehicle that Drakken called The Doom V. (The princess had destroyed it, and Drakken and Ed were on a mission to fix it).The two had been fighting all day; she was honestly shocked they got any work done at all. 

“Hey green Babe, check this out! Seriously!” Motor Ed tapped on the vehicle with one hand and flipped his mullet back with the other. 

She groaned and her hands lit up. “If you call me Babe one more time, I swear you will regret it.” 

Drakken tapped his shoulder to try to get his attention away from Shego, but it was no use. “Man, she’s feisty! That’s so hot, babe!” 

She sent a multitude of blasts his way, which threw him across the room. “Drakken,” she gritted through her teeth as she stomped over to him. “I’m sick of this. He’s on my last fucking nerve. Control your cousin before I kill him.” 

She stormed toward the door. “Where are you going?” Drakken asked her. 

“I am going to see Midas at the spa. When I get back, there better be some attitude adjustments.” She directed that last comment toward Ed, who was getting up off the floor and brushing himself off. 

She slammed the door behind her, and Drakken cringed. This was not good. He turned to his cousin. “You need to lighten up on Shego. She might actually kill you, and I won’t be able to stop her.” 

“Psshht. A woman won’t kill me. Come on. Seriously, dude.” Motor Ed grabbed a wrench and started working on the bottom of the car again. 

Drakken tapped his fingers together nervously. “You don’t know Shego, Eddie.” 

Ed turned to face Drakken and smirked. “Are you into her, cuz?” 

Drakken blushed. “What? Me? No, no, no.”

Ed raised an eyebrow. “You know, Aunt Debbie told me that there was something going on between you and her.” 

Drakken groaned. “My mother is delusional. Shego and I have a professional relationship. That is all.” 

Ed shrugged. “Well I don’t know how you work with that every day without getting her in your bed at night.” 

Drakken rolled his eyes. “Because she’s a person and not an object, Ed.” 

Ed laughed. “Right. I thought you were evil? Where’s the ‘if I want it, I’m going to take it’ attitude?” Drakken’s mouth fell open. He was not suggesting that he should force himself on her, was he? Did Eddie do that to women? Suddenly, Drakken felt very ill, but Ed spoke again, taking Drakken out of his thoughts. “So if you’re not into her, then I can go after her, right? Because man, she is smoking. Seriously.” 

Before Drakken knew what he was doing, he shoved Eddie with both hands, making him stumble until his back hit the car. “If you so much as lay a finger on her, we are going to have some serious problems.” 

Eddie smirked. “Oh, so you are into her?” 

Drakken crossed his arms. “Nygh! You’re going to end up dead, and how am I going to explain that to your mother?” Drakken gasped. “Or worse! My mother?”  

“Relax, cuz. Seriously. I won’t touch the green babe.” Drakken let out a sigh of relief. “Maybe,” Ed said again, causing Drakken to ball his fists up and groan. 

……

Later that night, Drakken tossed and turned in his bed. Shego had returned earlier that evening and headed straight for her bedroom before cousin Eddie could say anything to her, and each time he closed his eyes to sleep, all he could picture was Eddie on top of her. “ Where’s the if I want it, I’m going to take it attitude?” He had said that. Had he meant what he thought he meant? Probably not, but Drakken couldn’t close his eyes without that horrible sight in his mind. 

He ran his hand down his face. He was being ridiculous. Even if Eddie had tried to hurt Shego, she could very much handle herself. She could protect herself better than he could ever protect her, but the nagging feeling wouldn’t go away. “Nygh! That’s it!” He said to himself as he pushed the covers off and got out of bed. 

He found himself in front of her room. He really didn’t know what he was doing here, but he couldn’t help himself from slowly opening the door. Shego was sound asleep when she heard the creek of her door.. Her hands ignited, and she turned to see Drakken looking bug eyed at getting caught sneaking into her room. “Doc, what on earth are you doing?” 

He smiled nervously. “I was uh- I was just- umm checking on you.” 

Shego sat up and frowned at him. “Okay. Why?” 

Drakken scratched his head. “Well, umm. God, I’m sorry. I was just-” The words wouldn’t formulate, and he took a step back in fear. 

Shego threw her covers off of her and got up to turn on the light. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and she found herself looking at his chest but quickly brought her eyes back to his face. She crossed her arms. “Words, Dr. D. Use your words. What is going on?” 

He took a deep breath in and let it out before speaking. “Eddie said something that made me fear for your safety,” he whispered, tearing his eyes away from hers. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” 

She tilted her head to the right slightly. “Uh huh. And what exactly did he say?” 

He looked up at her again but quickly moved his eyes elsewhere. “Well uh, nothing really. I’m sure I took it out of context. Goodnight, Shego.” Before he could leave, Shego grabbed his arm, pulling him back toward her. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. That look in her eyes that said ‘Hey, I’m here and I’m listening’ made him react before he thought about what it was he was doing. He placed a hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone. “You know I would never hurt you, right?” 

Shego didn’t know why he was touching her, but she let it slide because he looked so serious that it terrified her. Instead, she leaned into his touch slightly. “Yeah, I know. You’d be seriously injured if you tried.” 

He smiled weakly. “But even if you weren’t a superwoman that could kick my ass, I’d still never hurt you.” 

She sighed. “I know that, Doc. Will you please tell me what is going on?” 

He let his hand drop from her cheek, but he suddenly wished he was touching her again. Standing in her bedroom suddenly felt so silly. Of course Eddie wasn’t actually going to attempt to hurt her. He had seen what she is capable of since he had been here; he would be stupid to try. But now he was in her room, and he had to explain himself to her. “Eddie may have suggested that villains should have a ‘if I want it, I’m going to take it’ mentality.” 

She nodded. “That makes sense.”

Drakken looked down at his feet. “Not when the topic of discussion was you,” he barely whispered, but he knew she heard him because she took a step back.

“I’m sorry, what?” Shego’s hands ignited on pure instinct, and the frown on her face was so clear that Drakken took a few steps away from her. 

He looked around the room nervously. “I was just telling him to chill it with the comments he directed toward you, and-”

“I didn’t need your help,” she growled. The anger in her eyes made it very clear to Drakken that telling her this had been a mistake, but he couldn’t turn back now. 

Drakken let out a nervous laugh. “I- I know that, but I was just-” 

He was interrupted by Eddie, who walked past Shego’s opened door and stopped to stare at them. “Woah. What kind of a fight is this? Seriously.” 

“ARGH!” Shego turned her anger toward him as she shot plasma blast after plasma blast. “Get the hell out of my lair!” Shego chased him out of the room and toward the back entrance of the lair as she violently attacked Motor Ed- not stopping throwing blasts even after he had been shot and was on the ground. 

“Shego!” Drakken ran up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Please.” His pleading was a whisper, but it got the fire in her hands to withdraw. 

She knelt down to Ed, who was grunting in pain on the ground. “I’m evil, Eddie, so if I want something, I’m going to take it.” She threw his own words back in his face as she smirked. “And what I want is for you to leave. If I have to kill you to get that, then so be it, but since you are related to Dr. D, I’m going to give you a warning. Be out of this lair by sunrise, or I will be making a special call to your aunt Debbie while we make your funeral arrangements. Do I make myself clear?” He nodded as the fear in his eyes grew. “Good.” 

Shego stormed off toward her room, leaving Drakken and Ed alone once again. “What is her problem, man? Seriously.” 

Drakken shrugged. “I don’t know, but I would take that threat seriously. Go home, Eddie.” 

As Eddie got up and brushed himself off, he smirked at Drakken. “So I guess the chick wears the pants in this relationship, huh?” 

“Argh! Eddie, stop that!”  

He chuckled as he headed to pack his things. “Drakken and Shego sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G.” 

Drakken groaned as he followed him.

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Shego towered over Drakken. He was on the ground with his back against a balcony with fear spread across every bone in his body. Shego’s hands were lit, and she growled in anger. He suddenly regretted running up five flights of stairs and to the rooftop of the hotel she had chased him into. Drakken was on the verge of tears, knowing full well she was under the effects of the moodulator but having no idea how to make her stop. (Curse Kim Possible for being able to break out of her spell but not helping Shego out of hers.) She could kill him on a normal day. On a day like today when she was so full of anger that was clearly directed toward him? She could kill him and bring him back to life just to kill him again. Drakken gulped. “Now Shego, we uh, we could have kissy face again. I’ll cook you dinner. Just please calm down.” 

“CALM DOWN?” She growled and blasted him, and he groaned in agony. She lifted him up by his blue coat and pushed her body up against his. Drakken was half leaning off the balcony now. All she had to do was move her hands, and he would be a goner. He closed his eyes in anticipation for the inevitable fall. “I’ll show you calm! I’ll-” Her brain became foggy at the sight of seeing Drakken so close to death, feeling so many things. She wanted to laugh, She wanted to cry. She was angry, but she was in love. Drakken was about to die, and she was the one that was about to kill him. All these emotions came crashing down until she felt something fry at the back of her neck. She shook her head, in confusion. “Dr. D? I- what?” 

She pulled him closer to her, bringing the top half of his body away from the rail. He nearly fell on top of her, but he gripped the rail in time to stop them both from tumbling to the ground. “I-I- what happened?” she asked. He reached behind her neck slowly, being cautious as he still feared for his life. Her eyes grew wide as he pulled a chip off of her. She gasped when she saw the device in his hands. “Did you use a mind control device on me again?” 

“No!” he answered immediately as he recognized her getting angry again, but at least it was her anger and not the moodulator. 

“Then what the hell is this?” She shouted at him. 

He looked around, still concerned about being pushed off the balcony or being hit with a deathly plasma blast. “Can we just please go home? I'll explain everything in the hover car.” 

She crossed her arms. “Fine, but I swear to God, if you did this to me, I will hunt you down.” 

She stormed away from him and to the staircase. “Duly noted,” he mumbled as he followed her. 

……..

Shego sat in their lounging area, flipping through a magazine that she had been pretending to read (it kept Drakken from speaking, and that was a bonus to her). He told her about the moodulator chip from Bortel’s lab and that it had latched onto her and Kim Possible. He started to tell her everything that had happened between them, but she stopped him. She remembered it all; it was unnecessary to go through a play by play. 

She didn’t want to remember how uncontrollable her emotions were. She cried over a broken nail. She laughed at some stupid joke Drakken had said. She had given him a massage and taken him out on a date. She had freaking kissed him in that photo booth! If she thought about it long enough, she could remember the taste of his lips. 

He had denied her. Each time she made an advance, he rejected her. It was impossible not to overthink that (even if she wasn’t herself), and it honestly pissed her off. She was under the influence of the moodulator, but Drakken didn’t know that, and he still rejected her. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Why had he rejected her? Was she not good enough for him? Why did she even care? It’s not like she liked Drakken in that way. Didn’t she though? It’s not like she hadn’t thought about kissing him before. No. She did not like him. None of this mattered. She flipped a page in her magazine. Yep, none of this mattered. 

……

Drakken sat in his lab chair, messing with a new device that he had no clue how to function. He groaned and threw the screwdriver on the desk. He couldn’t concentrate. Shego was mad (at least it was her own feelings though, right?), and he could not stop thinking about her crushing over him. Her hands all over him had felt nice. When he looked to his right, he could see the heart with their initials on the inside on the wall that she had made with her plasma. She had called him cute, and she had kissed him. That kiss. Woah. He had never felt anything like it. She had been gentle at first, but then she hardened, shoving her tongue down his throat and throwing herself on top of him. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t sexy, but he still tried to ignore her. She had been so out of control, and she hadn’t been herself. (He had deeply considered she was still mad at him about the whole cousin Eddie situation.) It was terrifying! 

Now that he knows her advances were the cause of her being under the influence, he was grateful that he hadn’t taken that leap of faith and went along with her (no matter how much he had wanted to). If he had, he would have been dead as she surely would have killed him after the effects of the moodulator wore off. He sighed to himself. This was stupid. She probably wasn’t wasting any of her time thinking about him and what the aftermath of this should look like. She wasn’t pathetic like he was. She would move on and forget about it, and he supposed it was time he took a lesson from her book. 

,......

Drakken and Shego had been fighting for a week straight. When she would mock him, she added extra bitchiness to it. When he would snap back at her, he did it ten times worse than normal. “This is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had,” she snapped at his new project. 

He frowned. He was so sick of her attitude lately (ever since that stupid moodulator incident, she had not lightened up on her sarcastic comments). “Well maybe that’s because it takes a genius to see its potential.” 

She gritted her teeth. “If I wanted to talk to a genius, I’d call Dementor.” 

He slammed his hands down on the table. “Then go work for Dementor if you are so unhappy here!” 

She shoved his chest. “And that is our underlying problem, isn’t it? You think I just work for you! What happened to partners?” 

She went to shove him again, but he gripped her wrist. “If we were partners, I wouldn’t have to pay you, would I? But no! I waste so much money on keeping you content, and that is because I am the boss around here!” 

Shego lit her hand, which caused him to drop her wrist. “You think you were wasting your money? You wouldn’t be able to do any of this without me!” 

Drakken laughed sarcastically. “I beg to differ on that one!” 

Shego’s other hand lit in anger. “Oh, that is so rich! You wouldn’t last two seconds in a fight with Kimmie.” 

He crossed his arms over his chest. “I wouldn’t have to if you would stop taking it so easy on her and just end her already!” 

She blasted him, but he had anticipated it and dodged it just in time. “Don’t even talk about my issues, Drew Lipsky. You can’t even tell your own mother that you’re a supervillain.” 

“My mother is an angel! Kim Possible has destroyed every one of my plans! You could kill her if you wanted to. You just don’t because little miss perfect reminds you of your teenage years.” 

Shego blasted him again, but his swift moves allowed him to dodge it. She growled in anger. “I’m so sick of this.” Before she knew what she was doing, she threw herself at him, grabbing a fistful of his lab coat and pulling him into her as she kissed him. His eyes grew in surprise, and he found himself reaching to the back of her neck, just to be sure. She pulled away. “I don’t have a stupid moodulator on.” 

“Oh?” He wasn’t able to get much more out before she brought him back down to her, crashing her lips to his. She unbuttoned his lab coat as she kissed him, revealing his blue undershirt and black pants. Fuck it , he thought as he finally let himself enjoy this moment.

 He kissed her back with the most passion he could give her as she tore the lab coat off of him. He moved forward until her back hit his desk, and he hoisted her up onto it. He reluctantly let his lips leave hers as he traveled down her neck. She moaned as he sucked on her sweet spot. “Drakken,” she whimpered. He reached for the zipper on her jumpsuit and pulled it down eagerly. She helped him get her out of it to reveal her deep green bra and black underwear. 

He gaped at her for a moment, mesmerized by her beauty. Shego took the moment to yank off his shirt and began working on his belt, and he quickly crashed his lips back to hers. Once his pants were down his ankles and kicked away, Shego wrapped her legs around his waist and had an arm snaked around his neck. He pulled away from her softy and let his forehead rest on hers. “Are you sure?” he whispered. She nodded as she licked her lips and kissed him, but he once again pulled away. “I’m going to need verbal consent.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Just shut up and kiss me, Doc.” 

He couldn't help the grin from forming around his lips as he brought them back down to hers. She smiled into the kiss as he began removing her undergarments, and in the moment of passion, they devoured each other. 

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Drakken had been avoiding her for three days (ever since they- argh she couldn’t even make herself think it). The more time that passed, the more she felt her anger boil inside of her. Fine, she’ll admit it. They had hot, impulsive, arguably toxic sex (she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t the best sex she’d ever had, but she felt shitty enough without that thought roaming around her mind). She had felt sparks fly each time his lips touched a part of her body. The tingles his hands gave her while he let himself explore her made her insides twist. And the way he was so dominant but also made sure he had her consent before doing anything new was so damn sexy. 

But she had hardly seen him since. It was like he was going out of his way to be in a different spot in the lair than she was, and she didn’t know if she should be thankful for his absence to give herself some time to process this new development or be pissed that he was avoiding her (her clear anger told her she chose the latter). Did he regret it? Was it bad for him? (that thought was absurd! Of course it wasn’t bad for him- she knew how good she was). What was he thinking? Did they just ruin their relationship- whatever kind of relationship it was they had? Honestly, she didn’t even know what label to use; all she knew was that he was her home, and she had come in with a wrecking ball and destroyed it. Why had she kissed him anyway? He wouldn’t stop talking, and all she could think of was that stupid kiss they had when she was on the moodulator, and she just wanted him to shut up, and she couldn’t process all those emotions. She didn’t even realize she had kissed him until they were already doing it, and by then, it was too late. She was all in, and so was he. He was all in. He had kissed her back. He lifted her on his desk. He took off her clothes. His hands roamed her entire body. It wasn’t just her. He had done it too. Both of them were responsible, and both of them had enjoyed doing it, so why was he avoiding her? 

She sighed deeply and hugged herself, trying to rid herself of her own vulnerability. What they did had been a mistake (no matter how much she enjoyed it), and she didn’t know how they were going to come back from this. 

………

Drakken could admit to himself that he had been avoiding Shego since that night in his lab. He hated himself for it, but he didn’t know how to approach her without making a fool of himself. He has never been in this situation, and frankly, he didn’t know what to do or what any of it meant. He had known long ago that he had feelings for her, but he had pushed those feelings aside. Then the moodulator made her all wonky, and even after the effects of the device wore off, she had been extra cruel. But then she kissed him, and boy was that magic. He had planned on stopping it, but she was persistent, and he was only human. 

Honestly, if anyone had asked Drakken a week ago why Shego stuck around, he would answer with a shrug and say he paid her well enough. He was convinced that he was just something that she tolerated because they both had the same goal; he had no idea she could possibly like him any more than that, but when he thought about it, he realized how stupid he had been for thinking it. She flirted with his boundaries all the time (although he would argue that she used her good looks and charm to get her way). She had volunteered to teach him how to dance when she thought doing so would make him happy. She pestered him about making sure he slept and ate when he got too distracted about work. She left her vacation early last winter to help him. She slept in his bed when he was sick in case he needed her. She had even cried to him a few times when he knew that was something she rarely did . She had to care for him if she did all of that, right? None of that was in her contract, but she still did them. Did she like him like that? Of course not. That was absurd. Someone as attractive and self-aware as Shego could not fall for someone as dorky as himself (even if he was a mad genius). But she kissed him first.

  He was so sick of having this argument with himself. This was probably just a one time thing for her (he knew she was no stranger to the casual one night stand), and he had to keep his feelings out of it. If he couldn’t do that, he could risk not only losing her as a sidekick, but he could risk losing her as a friend (if that was what they were calling it). No feelings, no problems, right? 

…….

Shego sat in the lounge, flipping through a magazine when Drakken walked in with a notebook in his hand. “Oh…..Doc.” She felt herself blush at the sight of him. “Hi.” 

He sat down across from her. There was so much he wanted to say. Looking at her made him want to cry, but he held that back and moved on to other things. “Shego, my next idea is going to be so grand! I have built an atmosphere destructor. It will tarnish the air, making it unbreathable. If they want breathable air, they can bow down to me!” 

She frowned. It took everything in her not to blast him. This is the first time he had talked to her since they did what they did, and this is what he wanted to talk about?! His next scheme? Was he fucking serious? “Are we just going to-” she stopped herself from finishing her sentence. Fuck him. If he wants to pretend like it didn’t happen, then fine. So could she. She stroked her hair. “How are WE supposed to breathe, Dr. D?” 

He smiled at her. “I am so glad you asked,” he said as he showed her his sketchbook of the plan, which included them wearing space helmets. She groaned. 

……..

 She had gone back to being extra cruel to Drakken, and she couldn’t take being around him anymore. She couldn’t tip toe around it the way he was. She wanted to talk about it, but she blushed at the mere thought of having the conversation. She wanted to do it again, but she also wanted to crawl under a rock so that she didn’t die of embarrassment. She didn’t know what she wanted, but he clearly had made up his mind. So when Drakken’s evilness got transferred over to the buffoon, Shego jumped ship. It was easy to ditch the doctor for the one thing that would always make her feel better: evil. And unfortunately, the only person in front of her that wanted anything to do with evil was Zorpox (what a stupid alias name, but whatever). 

Ron proved to be a better villain than Drakken anyway. He was smarter and handier, but his attitude toward her was about to piss her off.  “Sidekicks need to know their place,” he said as he opened up the shark tank in an attempt to scare her. 

Her eyes grew wide. This was so not happening. She put her hands up in surrender. “I’m just going to go check the security cameras. And that evil laugh of yours? I love it! It’s great.” She crossed her arms as she walked away from him, rolling her eyes. This may have been a mistake, but at least she knew Kimmie would come back for him. Because Kimmie is a better friend than she will ever be. Kimmie would die for Ron. Shego ditched Drakken to avoid an embarrassing conversation. Was she really this pathetic? 

……

“You ditched me for that?” Drakken growled at her as he pointed to Ron. 

She tapped her fingers together, unamused by him. “Uh. Did you see his mega weather generator?” 

Drakken crossed his arms. “NYGH! Shego, I swear I will-” 

She shoved him, and Kim and Ron glanced at each other, clearly confused, before turning their attention back to the two villains in front of them. “I wouldn’t have ditched you at all if you weren’t so fucking ridiculous” 

His face twitched. “Please enlighten me on how I’m the ridiculous one.” 

Her hands lit up with impulsive anger. Kim leaned into Ron. “We should get out of here before this gets ugly.” 

Ron nodded as he gulped. “Yeah. I had a bad enough day without getting vaporized by an angry chick.” Shego threw a couple of plasma blasts in Drakken’s direction, causing Ron to run. “Let’s go, KP!” he said as they both snuck out of the lair, leaving Drakken and Shego alone. 

“You just- you-” Shego couldn’t get her words out, and when she looked at Drakken on the floor from her anger, her heart ached. Her plasma withdrew into her palms as she fought back her tears. “Just forget it.” 

Shego turned to leave, but he stood up quickly and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. “Shego, what do you want from me?” 

She faced him, and she suddenly felt like she was on the moodulator again; her emotions were everywhere but nowhere all at once. She felt everything while simultaneously shoving so many of those feelings away that she almost felt nothing. “You just acted like it didn’t happen,” she whispered, hating herself for falling victim to her own emotions. 

His mouth dropped. “I-I thought that’s what you wanted.” 

She shrugged as she lowered her head, trying to look anywhere but at him. “Did you-” she couldn’t even make herself finish her sentence. “Did we make a mistake?” she asked instead. 

He frowned as his eyes dropped. “I- uh- do you think it was a mistake?” 

She lifted her head and met his eyes. It certainly didn’t feel like a mistake. She shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. It sort of feels like we complicated everything.” 

He nodded his head in reluctant agreement. “We could just operate as if it didn’t happen, and just go back to how we were before all of this. You know, partners.” 

His use of the word partner made her heart pound. She knew he thought of her as a sidekick. He was using the word partner to appease her. She bit her lip. “Right. Yeah, of course.” She extended her hand out to him. “Partners.” 

He smiled slightly as he reached to shake her hand. As their hands touched, tingles moved up and down his spine, and suddenly he was pulling her toward him so that he could collide their lips. 

She kissed him back eagerly. He wrapped his fingers in her hair as her tongue fought his for dominance. He lifted her on the table, and she leaned back, bringing him with her. He was on top of her now, and he shivered as she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Yep, partners, he thought as they tore off their clothes and let themselves indulge in each other.

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They never talked about it. They never once spoke of what they were doing. In fact, they had pretty well gone back to their normal behavior (where he rants and she pretends to listen- where he plots and she mocks). That is until their blood boiled from the other person’s idiocy and tensions were so high that the only way to make it go away was by losing themselves in each other. Shego would be lying if she said she didn’t find it all incredibly sexy. It was secretive and fun and what made it better was that there were no labels. No talking meant no feelings. They could have their fun, and when they were done, they’d go back to their usual daily activities. Nothing had to change. 

Their last argument was about his scheme to make all other geniuses stupid to make himself seem smarter. He had dragged her here to Montana, and for what? She knew it would fail before they started, and she rightfully told him that. And now here she was in his cabin with his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans so that the henchmen didn’t hear them. 

When they were finished, Drakken stayed on top of her, trailing kisses down her neck and to her collarbone when he felt a sting in his neck. “Ow, what the-” 

Shego’s eyes grew wide as she saw what he didn’t. Her hands had ignited without her permission. She quickly withdrew the plasma. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” 

He playfully pouted. “Since when do you not have control over your powers?” 

She smirked. “Oh, I’m very much in control, Doc.” She flipped them so that she was now on top. Her hair dangled over his naked body, and she pinned his hands to his sides. This time she was in control, and she felt his need for her at his waist. She smirked again as she kissed him, and their tensions were once again released. 

……..

Drakken jumped in the hovercar as they escaped the Possible clan. Shego glared at him and smirked. “Hey Doc, uh, why are you wearing a barrel?” 

“Huh?” Drakken looked down and blushed. “Oh, I- uh-” 

Shego giggled. “What’s the matter? Was the cowboy suit not ridiculous enough?” 

“Nygh! Shego!” He crossed his arms over his chest. “The trojan horse took my pants,” he mumbled, but he knew she heard him when she busted out in uncontrollable laughter. “Argh! Just drive, Shego!” 

She wiped a tear from her face as her laughter died down. “Oh, man, how did I miss that?” 

Drakken frowned. “Shego, stop mocking me or I will-” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Or you’ll what, Doc? Roll over me with that thing?” 

“Ngyh!” He shoved her shoulder playfully, but he shoved her a little too hard, causing her to steer too far to the left. Before she knew it, there was a big bang as the hover car crashed into a tree. Both Drakken and Shego fell to the ground, bits and pieces of the hovercar scattered around them. 

“What the hell did you do that for?” Shego crossed her arms. “Now how are we supposed to get home?” 

He groaned. “I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah well now we’re stuck in the middle of nowhere!” 

“No we’re not! We’re-” he stopped and looked around. He frowned when he realized she was right. They were in the middle of nowhere. Not a single road, crosswalk, or building was in sight. They had crashed into a forest, and he honestly had no clue which direction was what. Shego’s face softened as she laughed again, causing Drakken to frown at her. “And what about this is so funny?” 

“We’re stuck in the middle of God knows where, and you have no pants.” She crossed her arms over her stomach as it ached from her laughing so hard. 

“Nygh! Shego! This is not a laughing matter!” 

She cleared her throat. “Yeah, yeah, it was just-” She eyed him up and down, and that barrel around him had her erupting in laughter again. He crossed his arms and groaned. 

……

Drakken and Shego had walked for miles. It was now pitch dark outside, and he was getting tired. Shego had insisted she knew the way to the next town over, but Drakken was beginning to doubt her. He was covered in sweat, and he was panting. “Shego, I’m about to die.” 

She shrugged. “Lose the barrel.” 

He glared at her. Of course she was in perfect shape and had no issues walking this long, but he felt like an elephant was sitting on his chest. “Why would I lose the barrel?” 

She rolled her eyes. “You’re carrying extra weight. Take it off.” 

 “But I have no pants!” 

She smirked. “Nothing I haven’t already seen, Doc.” 

Drakken blushed. This new development in their relationship threw him for a loop. They never talked about it (everything always went wrong when they talked), and he wasn’t sure how he felt about this no strings attached thing they had going on. On one hand, he knew he had feelings for her, and the sex made those feelings resurface in a way he was really trying to avoid. On the other hand, everything about it was magical and wonderful, and dammit, he would take her any way he could have her. If that meant disregarding his own emotions so that he could have that sweet pleasure, then so be it. She was intoxicating, and he loved every minute of it. 

“Fine,” he mumbled as he tried to wiggle himself out of the barrel. He struggled, but his arms were stuck, and he suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Shego! A little help here!” 

She chuckled. “Nah. I kind of like this view. Very entertaining.” 

“Nygh! Argh! Shego!” Drakken squirmed, but he made his situation worse as he got his hand stuck inside the barrel. She sighed as she blasted him, causing the barrel to break into pieces around him. He fell to the ground, but he was free of the barrel. He frowned. “You could have just lifted it off of me.” 

She shrugged. “And where would the fun in that be?” She looked down at his boxers and smirked. “Yellow really isn’t much of your color, Dr. D.” 

He blushed. “Ngyh! Just lead us to the nearest town, Shego! We’ll have to get a hotel tonight and call Hank in the morning to come get us.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled as she started walking again. 

He blindly followed her, and they were silent for a few moments before he spoke again. “Are you sure this is the correct way?” 

She ignited her hands. “If you question me one more time, I swear.” 

He smiled nervously. “Just checking.” 

…….

It was one in the morning before they reached the nearest hotel. Shego had to make some threats to get them this room, but they finally made it. After Drakken took a much needed shower, his legs nearly gave out as he collapsed onto the bed. Shego had been sitting on the bed flipping through a magazine, but she put it down once he was next to her. She smiled when he looked up at her. “What?” he asked. 

She shrugged. “I told you I knew the way.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Are you really not even phased by how much walking we did? My legs feel like jelly.” 

She sunk down in the bed so that she was lying next to him. “I’m tired, but no. I don’t feel like I’m going to die.” 

He shook his head in disbelief. “Remind me to have you show me your workout routine when we get home.” 

She giggled. “Oh trust me, you won’t be walking for a few days, Doc.” He grinned at her as he closed his eyes. Sleep would come easy to him. On impulse, one of his hands snaked around her waist as he started to doze. “Uh, Doc. What are you doing?” 

His eyes shot open. Shit. They weren’t in a relationship. Just because they had had sex a couple of times (okay, it’s been more than a couple but he definitely wasn’t counting; that would be weird.) doesn’t mean that he could treat her like a girlfriend. She wasn’t one, and he had no idea why his subconscious was trying to treat this like something it wasn’t. “Uh, sorry, I was just-” 

Her smirk told him that she wasn’t angry. “Just go to sleep, Dr. D.” 

He nodded. “Right. Goodnight, Shego.” It didn’t take long for him to drift off. 

…..

Drakken awoke when he heard the birds chirping outside. It may be morning, but he felt like he had been hit by a semi truck. All that walking took a massive toll on him. When he opened his eyes, he felt his heart pound loudly. Shego's hair was sprawled out over the bedsheets. She was snuggled up against his body, and her head rested on his bare chest as she slept. He smirked. So much for not cuddling. 

He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. He wanted to savor this moment as he knew that when she woke up, she would return to her normal bitterness. He repositioned so that his body was closer to hers, and he stroked her hair gently. He closed his eyes again and let himself fall back into a blissful sleep as he held her.

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Each time Shego and Drakken got physical (which had been more and more frequent in the last four months; all she had to do was say something lippy, and they somehow ended up in bed) Shego had accidentally burned him. It was easy to play it off at first, but it was becoming more and more frustrating to deal with. 

“Maybe I can run some tests to see what is wrong with your powers,” Drakken said as he sat up on his bed. 

Shego pulled the covers up over her chest as she sat up with him. “Absolutely not! There’s nothing wrong with them.” 

“Tell that to the burns all over my body,” he mumbled. 

She frowned. Honestly, she had felt bad for this last one. Previously, it had been a small mark on his neck or his shoulder, but today both of her hands had been clawing at his back when they had ignited. She had no idea what had gotten into her. She’s never lost control like this before. She moved her body closer to his, and she ran a hand down his back, letting herself examine the damage she had done. “I really didn’t mean to,” she whispered. 

Drakken sighed as he turned to face her. He pushed a strand of hair away from her face and smiled at her. “I know you didn’t mean to.” He leaned down to kiss her. It was quick, but he felt electricity run through his veins. “Have you been losing control any other time recently?” 

She shook her head. If she had been out of control, she would have definitely remembered it, but the only times she could recall her hands igniting without her knowledge was when she was having sex with Drakken. It didn’t make any sense. She’s had sex with plenty of other men, and that had never happened. Her last encounter before Drakken was with Mark at the resort last Christmas, and he didn’t even know she had powers until she got angry with him and wanted him to leave. 

Drakken’s face fell when he noticed the sorrow in her eyes. She was confused, and she didn’t want to admit to not having control. He intertwined his fingers with hers down in her lap. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but maybe you should call your brothers. They might have an idea.”

She pulled her hand from his the second the words left his mouth, and her face hardened. “I would burn this whole planet to the ground before I asked them for help.” 

Drakken reached for her hand again, but she pulled away, got up from the bed, and began putting her clothes back on. “Shego, if it’s happened to one of them before, they might know how to fix it.” 

She groaned as she pulled her shirt over her head. “I don’t care,” she practically growled. Once she was fully dressed, she left his room without another word. He sighed as he leaned back into bed. Bringing up her brothers? Not the best idea he’s ever had. 

……….

Drakken had been angry about his Lather, Rinse, Obey shampoo not selling on the shelves. He was so angry that there was no sweet talking him out of karaoke night. She pleaded to get out of it, but it was no use, and so now she was at a damn karaoke bar, listening to Drakken screech out lyrics to some Taylor Swift song (he was such a Swiftie that it made her cringe). She sunk in her chair. Why did he have to love something he was so horribly bad at? 

“Excuse me, miss?” Shego turned her attention to an attractive waiter. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He kind of reminded her of a blonde version of Junior. “I just saw you from across the room, and I couldn’t help myself from coming over here. You are incredibly beautiful.” 

She smirked. “Yeah, well you aren’t so bad yourself.” She gestured for him to take a seat next to her, and he complied. 

“I’m Toby,” he said as he extended his hand out to her.

She looked down at his hand, but she didn’t shake it. “Shego,” she said with a nod of her head. 

Toby laughed nervously as he slowly lowered his hand. “Well Shego, what brings you here tonight?” 

She glanced over at Drakken, who was still belting out the words to Enchanted (yes, she knew all of Taylor’s songs too, but only because he played them so often). She brought her attention back to Toby. “Just business.” 

He smiled at her. “And what kind of business is that?” 

She shrugged. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.” 

He laughed. “You’re funny. So are you here alone?” 

“I-” she looked back at Drakken, and suddenly talking to Toby just felt wrong. Why? She wasn’t committed to Drakken. So what if they had sex sometimes? They weren’t in a relationship. She was free to flirt with whomever she wanted, so why did she feel so guilty? “Actually, I kind of am,” she finally said after a minute of contemplating. 

Toby raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” 

Shego pointed over to Drakken, who had just attempted to hit a high note that made her ears bleed. “Unfortunately, I am with him.”  

Toby snorted. “You’re way too attractive to be with him.” 

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” 

“Uh, well, you’re hot and he’s not?” It was a statement, but his tone of voice phrased it like a question. “And he’s making a fool of himself up there. For real.” She ignited her hands, making Toby jump. He wasn’t wrong. Drakken was making a fool of himself up there, but she was the only one allowed to say it.  “Your uh hands. They-” he scooted his chair away from her. 

“They’re glowing,” Drakken said, standing behind her. Shego felt her cheeks blush. She hadn’t even noticed that Drakken stopped screeching on stage and came back down to join her at the table. He put his hand on Shego’s chair but didn’t take his eyes off of Toby. “I’d avoid those if I were you,” he said pointing at her glowing hands. “It leaves a nasty mark.” 

Shego smirked when Toby jumped out of his chair and ran for the hills. Her plasma withdrew into her palms when Drakken sat down in the chair that was previously occupied by Toby. “What did he even say to you?” Drakken asked her as he sipped his water. 

She bit her lip. Telling Drakken that she had been angry because he had insulted him might give him the wrong idea. This new relationship they had- whatever they wanted to call it- worked well. There was no need to complicate it with emotions, and she knew that telling Drakken she was trying to stand up for him would make him overthink what was going on between them. In truth, there was nothing going on between them. They were just two consenting adults having sex. Nothing more. But she had felt guilty for flirting with Toby. She shook her head out of her thoughts, but before she could respond to Drakken, someone else had taken the mic, and they had started to sing. She smiled at him. “Let’s just dance, alright?” 

He raised a brow. “You want to dance? At a karaoke bar?” She didn’t answer him; she just took his hand and pulled them both up from their chairs. The song was an upbeat song, but there was only one dance that Drakken knew: the waltz. She moved his hands to the correct position for him before placing hers. “Shego, everyone is staring at us,” Drakken whispered.

“Who cares,” she whispered back as he moved with her. 

He smiled slightly as he spun her. The dance was definitely not fitting for an upbeat song, but screw it. Nothing they did was fitting, really. That’s what made them, well, them. “You know, you should go up there and sing. You have an incredible voice.” 

She laughed as they swayed. “Oh, and how would you know that?”

He smirked. “You sing in the shower.” 

Her mouth fell open. Singing in the shower had been such a habit that most of the time, she didn’t even realize she did it, and it was certainly something that Drakken would never hear, and in the two and a half years that they have lived together, he wouldn’t have heard her. He would have no reason to. Until 4 months ago when they started sleeping together. It wasn’t like she ever spent the night in his room, but there were nights she showered while he was still there or nights when she used his bathroom. Oh God, what has he heard? Her eyes grew wide at the possibilities. 

His face fell when he noticed her discomfort. “Hey,” he lifted her chin up with his finger so their eyes could meet.”I haven’t heard much- just that you have a good voice is all.” She gave him a small smile but otherwise disregarded his comment. He spun her again, and when she came back around, he grinned at her. “You might like singing on that stage. Nothing cheers me up like karaoke night. When I hold that mic, and look out at the audience, I feel so alive! It’s electric.” 

Shego rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah, maybe that’s the answer you’ve been looking for- sing the world into submission,” she said sarcastically. 

He stopped dancing and let go of her as he gasped. “Shego, that’s it! And here I thought I was the evil genius! You’re brilliant!” 

She crossed her arms. “What are you talking about?” 

Drakken looked around. There were people still staring at them, so he grabbed her arm and dragged her to the side. “Who needs a rap star to sing about my brainwashing shampoo? I can do it! I can become a hip-hop star!” 

Shego erupted into laughter. “Oh that’s a good one, Dr. D. That’s-” Her laughs died down when he frowned at her. “Oh, please don’t tell me that you are serious?”  

“Shego, this is so exciting!” He jumped up and down in glee. Shego smacked her hand against her forehead. This is going to be embarrassing. 

………..

“You know, Doc, your hip hop rap idea might have actually worked if the princess hadn’t intervened.” She was trying to cheer him up, but he just sank deeper in his chair. 

He tilted his head back and groaned. “Kim Possible thinks she’s all that, but-”

“She’s not, blah blah blah,” Shego waved a hand in dismal. “Look on the bright side: we dodged the police again.” 

“Nygh! Shego!” Drakken crossed his arms and pouted his lips. 

She sighed. “Ugh, I’ll go to karaoke again if it means you’ll stop pouting like a toddler.” 

Drakken waved her off. “No. There’s nothing you can do to make me feel better right now.” 

She smirked. “Really? Nothing?” She sat on his lap, straddling him. “Are you sure about that?” She kissed his neck as one of her hands trailed down his chest. 

It was the first time either one of them had initiated such physical contact without being in a disagreement first. He leaned his head back, granting her easier access. “I was wrong. There is something you can do to make me feel better,” he mumbled. She giggled as her lips left his neck. She cupped his face with both of her hands and kissed him gently. “Someone’s in a good mood,” he whispered into her ear once her lips left his. 

She shrugged. “I’m feeling a little festive.” 

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her down closer to him. “But Shego, we lost today.” 

She smiled. “Yes, but I got to watch you rap about brainwashing shampoo, and trust me Doc, that was priceless.” 

He pouted, but a small grin spread across his face. “That’s not funny.” 

She laughed as she unbuttoned his lab coat. “Oh, it was definitely funny.” 

He laughed with her. “Okay, so maybe becoming a hip-hop star wasn’t my best idea.” 

Another giggle left Shego’s lips. “Now that I can agree with.” She kissed him again, harder this time. 

“Ow!” Drakken pulled from her, and when she looked down, there was a hole in his coat where her hands had been, and a green glow came into her line of vision. 

She quickly let the fire in her hands die as she took in a deep breath of air. “Sorry,” she whispered. She looked down at her hands, trying to understand what exactly was happening. 

He smiled at her. “Don’t worry about it.” He brought her attention back to him when he kissed her, and suddenly, her lingering worries vanished as she let herself get lost in him.

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Drakken had told her they were going undercover and that she needed to wear something nice. She scanned her closet, frustrated that he wasn’t giving her anything to go off of for his evil plan. He had insisted that it was good that she couldn’t figure it out because if she couldn’t figure out what he was doing, neither could Kimmie. Shego groaned. Japanese toys, Bueno Nacho, synthodrone technology, and research into a teenage girl’s mind. For the life of her, she couldn’t figure out how all of those things connected. Did he even know what he was doing? Or has he finally gone mad? 

She sighed as she finally found the dress she was looking for. It was the perfect mix of black and green- modest and sexy. Whatever it was she was going undercover for, she would look her best. 

Once she was fully ready, she met him in his lab. He was sitting in his chair, facing away from her. He probably didn’t even realize she was here. She cleared her throat. When he turned to face her, his eyes grew and his jaw dropped. “Shego, you- uh- wowful.” 

She smirked as she shook her head. Wowful was a new one. She let his eyes wander her body for a minute before she spoke. “When you’re done checking me out, can you tell me why on earth I’m wearing this thing?” 

Drakken blushed. “Oh right. We- uh- we’re going to the Bermuda Triangle.” Drakken let his eyes scan her again as he stood up and moved closer to her. “This is really something,” he whispered with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Saying that was a risk, and he knew it. They weren’t arguing, and other than the one time they hooked up after his hip-hop plan failed, the sex only happened when they were fighting or when she had mocked him for something. However, seeing her in that dress did things to him that he didn’t fully know how to comprehend. 

Shego flipped her hair over her shoulder and grabbed one of his hands with hers. She batted her eyelashes and bit her lip. “Maybe, when we’re done with this little scheme of yours, you can take it off, Doc.” Shivers went up and down Drakken’s body. Just as he was about to lean down and kiss her, she pulled away from him and smirked. “So the Bermuda Triangle means you want to talk to Big Daddy Brotherson.” 

He frowned. She was such a tease. “How did you know that?” 

She laughed. “He’s a common criminal that has information about anything and anyone. I found him to be oh so helpful when I first entered the world of evil.” 

Drakken crossed his arms, intrigued. “What did you go to him about?” 

“How to hide a dead body.” She shrugged like it was no big deal, but his mouth fell open. She rolled her eyes at him. “Look, I had my first kill when I was still a hero, and I needed help getting rid of the evidence. I heard some things about him from my foes, so I checked it out. He really does know everything.” 

Drakken’s eyes grew. “Now, I have to hear that story. You were still a hero when you first killed someone?” 

She sighed as she sat down in her chair, and he followed her lead by sitting down in his. “I was heading down the villain path anyway. I was so sick of heroism, and I was ready to leave it. My first kill just kind of pushed me faster in that direction than I had intended to go.” 

He grabbed her hand and held it in her lap. “Who was it?” 

Shego was silent for a moment. She had never told anyone this- he could tell. “Tommy Synder.” She paused, and Drakken rubbed his thumb against her palm. “Mego was twenty when he had his first boyfriend. Coming out had been easy for him- none of us cared- but his boyfriend was still in the closet. When his dad- uh Tommy- found out about their relationship, he flipped. Mego came home with some bruises, and I just-” 

Drakken let his mind wander. Mego coming home with bruises. Shego losing control when she saw him like that. “Mego didn’t even try to use his powers to escape,” she said after a minute. “He just let him beat him, and when he came home, it was like a flip in me switched. I went over to Tommy’s place, and I tortured him like he had tortured Mego, and when I was finished, I killed him.” 

Drakken soaked in the silence for a moment. “You protected your brother, Shego,” he said as he cupped her cheek with his free hand. 

She shrugged, turning her head slightly so that she didn’t have to look him in the eyes but still letting her face rest in his hand. “That’s when I knew I was destined for evil. I liked it. I enjoyed it, but I couldn’t tell Mego.” 

“So you went to Big Daddy Brotherson?” 

She nodded. “After he helped me, I left Team Go officially, and I found my way in the villainy world.” 

He smiled. “And then you met me.” 

Shego grinned back at him. “And then I met you, Doc.” 

Drakken let his fingers intertwine with hers. “Well, that worked out for the best, didn’t it?” 

She glanced down at their intertwined hands. He was really flirting with the line between a relationship and whatever the hell it was that they were doing. She could feel her heart pounding faster at the thought, and all she wanted to do was make that feeling go away. “Let’s go see Big Daddy Brotherson, then,” she said as she got up, leaving his touch entirely. 

…….

Shego had to admit- his scheme was genius. Steal the design for the Japanese toy, steal the technology created by James Possible so that the toys become destructive little bots, purchase Bueno Nacho and sell the toys to millions of kids around the world, and to top it off, create a synthodrone of a teenage boy that Kim Possible would fall in love with so that she can fall into his trap and destroy her. He had thought of everything. It was pure genius, and the fact that he could actually pull it off made her want to do unspeakable things to him in his bedroom when this was all said and done. 

After she picked up Eric from the Middleton junior prom, Shego practically stormed to Drakken’s desk and kissed him hard. Once she pulled away, she smiled at him. “This,” she said, pointing at Eric, “is the most deliciously evil idea you’ve ever had.” 

Drakken smirked at her. “And we’re just getting started.” 

She sat on his desk and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You know, Dr D., this plan of yours kind of turns me on.” 

He placed a hand on her thigh, but he blushed when he remembered Eric was in the room. This- whatever this was- had been a private matter, and although Eric wasn’t a real person, it sure as hell felt like it when he was staring at the two of them. “By tomorrow morning, we will rule the world, Shego,” he whispered back to her. 

She smirked. “We?” 

He nodded. “We.” 

He pulled her down and kissed her, but it was interrupted by the intruder alarm. Eric stumbled to look at the cameras. “Kim Possible is here,” he said. 

Drakken grinned from ear to ear. “Good. This is about to get interesting.” 

……..

They had almost won. Almost. But Kim Possible had pulled through, and now Shego was being escorted to a prison cell by some guard that would not let go of her. Her hands were chained so that she couldn’t use her powers to escape, which frustrated her to no end, but she was also kind of impressed that the prison finally figured out that controlling her powers was the only way to keep her inside. She and Drakken had been separated, and she didn’t know how she felt about that either. She didn’t want to be around him when she knew he’d be sulking in defeat, but she also wanted to hug him. His idea had been incredibly articulate, and he deserved that win. Hell, it was the first time in a long time that she truly believed his plan would work (once she finally figured out what he had been up to). 

The guard stopped in front of a cell that she assumed would be hers when he began to unlock it. Another person was behind the bars, and when the door was unlocked, and the lights were brighter, she recognized who she would be sharing a cell with. Oh God. Please no. Please , anybody would be better than this. 

“Why hello there, my dear old friend!” The familiar voice made her cringe, and she tried to turn around and bolt, but the guard shoved her in the cell, locking it behind him. 

“Wait! Can you at least take the chains off!” She shouted at him before he could disappear. 

He shook his head. “No can do, Shego. You’ve escaped too many times. The boss says those stay on.” 

She groaned as he left her there with her cellmate. The one she knows. The one that she would rather die than be in here with. 

“Don’t worry. That guard is really nice. He might lighten up on that rule in a few days.”  Shego finally looked at her cellmate. She was short, on the heavier side, had freckles all over her face, and had a crooked smile. Shego’s face hardened as she took in DNAmy’s features. She sat on the bench and put her head in her lap. This was so not happening.

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It had been a long month in prison. Amy never shut up even when Shego was rudely sarcastic to her. She was stuck in chains and needed permission to do anything because she didn’t have her hands. (She had to be escorted to the bathroom because she couldn’t go on her own, the entire prison staff would supervise her as she got the chains taken off so she could eat, and one time, she cracked and had to have Amy scratch her nose). Come on, Shego. Think. She’s escaped many times before- it shouldn’t be this hard to do it again. Granted, all other times she had her powers, but still. 

“Shego, what do you dream about?” Amy had asked. Both women were currently laying on their beds- Amy on the bottom bunk and Shego on the top. (Amy had previously occupied the top bunk, but Shego made her switch.) 

Shego rolled her eyes. “I dream about killing you in your sleep,” she mumbled. 

Amy pouted. “You really are a meanie! I don’t see how someone as sweet as Dr. Drakken could work with you for so long.” 

Shego sat up at his name and growled, trying to light up her hands with no use. “Yeah, well Drakken isn’t so nice himself,” she finally said after a minute of struggling with her hands. The thought of him made her tingle. He was sweet sometimes (annoyingly sweet), but the things he did to her in bed were not so sweet, and she hated the fact that she missed him (she tried to tell herself that she just missed the sex, but she had been an unconvincing actress in that department).  

Amy giggled. “Oh, he is such a sweetie. Maybe I was wrong to not give dating him a try. Monkey Fist doesn't even love me, and Dr. Drakken had been right there, willing to bake cookies with me and dance with me.” 

Her stomach twisted at the thought of Drakken and Amy dancing the Waltz. The dance Shego had taught him. The dance that caused them to almost kiss for the first time. Her face hardened. The Waltz had been her and Drakken’s, and Amy talking about it made her blood boil. She dangled her head down from the bed, so Amy could look her in the eye and see her incredibly visible anger. “I swear, if you mention him one more time, I will kick your ass. Now zip your lip and let me sleep.”

Amy smiled at her. “Oh, so was I right about my suspicions that you were his girlfriend?” 

Shego groaned as she turned her head into her pillow. “No. Now shut up,” she mumbled.

Amy crossed her arms. “Meanine.” 

……..

The next morning, a guard had come to unlock the cell. Shego and Amy looked at each other with confusion in both of their eyes. “Miss Go, you have a visitor,” the guard said as he fumbled with his keys, searching for the correct one. 

She frowned. “I do?” The only person that she could think of that would visit her in prison was Drakken, and he had been locked up too. 

The guard shrugged. “Yeah, and he’s very blue. Your social circle is very colorful.” 

Blue. He’s very blue. Drakken must have broken out and came back undercover for her. A devilish grin grew on her face. She was getting out of here. She turned to Amy, who she could tell was thinking the same thing she was, and her grin grew wider. “Nice seeing you,” she whispered as she followed the guard. 

Amy crossed her arms and pouted as the guard locked the cell back up. “Oh, that is so not fair.” 

Once Shego and the guard were down the hall, they made a turn for the visitation room. Shego’s heart pounded at the fact that he was here. After a month of not seeing him (and not sleeping with him), she couldn’t wait to get the hell out of here and screw his brains out. Come on, Doc. All he had to do was get the chains off of her. She could do the rest. 

When they entered the visitation room, her eyes grew wide. She gasped as her heart sank, but she honestly didn’t know if that sinking feeling was because she wasn’t escaping or because the person in front of her wasn’t Drakken. “Hego, what are you doing here?” 

Hego smiled at her. “Nice to see you too, sis.” He turned his attention to the guard. “Could you possibly leave us for a minute, sir? I can handle her.” 

He nodded. “Anything for a previous Team Go member.” 

Shego groaned. “I am a previous Team Go member, you know.” 

The guard looked back at her. “Yes, but this one hasn’t broken every law ever written.” 

She frowned as the guard left her with her brother. “Why are you here?” she asked after a minute of silence. 

He smiled at her. “You were all over the news, and I just had to make sure you were doing okay. For the record, all of us wanted to come, but I convinced our brothers that you would do better if it was just one of us.” 

“Yeah, well I don’t need your concern,” she growled. “I’m fine.” 

Hego titled his head slightly. “Shego, you’re chained up and locked in a cage like a dog. You’re not fine.” 

“Why do you even care?” she angrily spat at him. “Am I not the family disappointment that broke up your precious little hero gang?” 

He reached for her arm, but she pushed her chair back, not allowing him to touch her. He sighed. “I still care about you, sis. We all do.” 

She frowned. “Well maybe I don’t care about you.” 

He shook his head. “I don’t believe that’s true. You’ve always had a hard time expressing your emotions, but when you switched sides, it was like you switched your emotions off entirely, but they’re still there, Shego. I know you.” 

“You used to know me, Hego. You don’t anymore.” 

He sighed. “Fine. If that’s how you want to be, I can’t stop you. Just know that I’m here for you. All of us are.” 

He stood up from his chair and began to walk to the door. Just as he was about to call for the guard, Shego’s voice stopped him. “Hego, wait.”

 He turned to face her again, and he smiled slightly toward her. “Yes?” 

She didn’t want to ask him, but he was right here, and the question had been itching at her for months. “Have you ever lost control of your powers? Like you didn’t know you were using them until the damage was already done?” 

His smile grew wider as he walked back to his chair to sit across from her. “My oh my, Shego. I never thought I’d hear those words come out of your mouth. We were all taking bets on it.” 

She frowned. “We?” 

He nodded. “Yes, we have all lost control of our powers at some point. At first, we thought it was at random, but once we all put our scenarios together, we were able to come up with a reason for why it was happening.” 

The twins. Mego. Hego. It had happened to all of them. She wasn’t crazy. Losing control of her powers wasn’t her losing control. It had happened to all of her brothers too. Relief flooded through her, but then more questions arose to the surface. “Why is it happening? How do I stop it?” 

Hego smiled at her. “Let me guess. You were in bed with someone when you lost control?” He laughed as her eyes grew wide. “You see, sis, for the Wegos, that could be an interesting little game. For Mego, it’s just embarrassing. But for you and me? We could seriously hurt someone with our powers.” 

She was silent for a moment. How could he have possibly guessed that? “I’ve slept with other people before him, Hego, and it’s never happened until now.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “Dr. Drakken?” 

She frowned. “Stop doing that!” 

“Doing what?” he chuckled. 

“Stop trying to get inside my head and just answer my damn questions!” Shego was fuming. 

He shrugged. “I mean, it makes sense. You never stayed committed to anyone- not even your own flesh and blood, but somehow, you always stayed with him. I’m honestly surprised it took you so long to sleep with him.” 

She gritted her teeth. “Can you stop harassing me about my sex life and get on with explaining why my powers are out of whack?” She could feel herself try to ignite her hands, but the chains she had on would not budge. 

He laughed. “It happens when your emotions are haywire. For us, it was when we felt like we were on cloud nine. The powers interact with that feeling of being high. For you, I would imagine it would happen when you are very much on cloud nine, but I am willing to bet it also happens when you are incredibly angry. You’ve always been so in touch with your darker emotions.” He paused as he let her take in his words. “I’m also willing to bet that you have only lost control of your powers with Drakken, regardless if it was out of anger or love.” 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. I do not love him!” She shouted, but she deeply considered his words. Anger. She never lost control when she was angry, did she? She was always angry, but she had only been truly angry with him one time. Nearly three years ago. The mind control device. She chased him in a forest and burned the living shit out of his wrists as she had pinned him to the ground. He broke free from her, but she chased him down again. She was going to kill him, and then something in her snapped that allowed her to regain control. After they had sex the first time, and he ignored her, she never lost control then. But had she been more angry than hurt? No. She had been angry, but that was overpowered by her own insecurities about the situation. Anger she could get behind, but love? No, she didn’t love him.

“I think you do, Shego,” Hego finally said. “And I’ll tell you what made it easier for all of us to control our powers was to control our emotions, but to do that, you must first admit to yourself that you have them.” 

She shook her head. “No. I do not have feelings for Dr. D.” 

He smirked at her. “Really? None?” 

She frowned. “It’s just sex.” 

Hego placed one hand under his chin and tapped his fingers of his other hand against the table. “Really? You don’t find yourself missing him when you’re in that cell of yours?” 

She groaned. “I said stop doing that!” 

He chuckled and began teasing her. “Shego loves Drakken. Shego loves Drakken.” 

“I do not!” she growled, but he kept going. 

“Shego loves Drakken. Shego loves Drakken.” 

“Alright! Fine! I fucking love him, okay?” Her face hardened, and the words kept spilling out without her permission. “I am so madly and deeply in love with him. I love when he kisses me. I love how he is dominant, but he also asks permission first because consent is important to him. I love how dorky he is. I love that he is a genius, but he still struggles with the English language. I love how he is the biggest mama's boy on the planet while still simultaneously being an incredibly amazing villain. I love how he lets me backtalk him, and he even joins in sometimes so that we can mock each other. I love how he can make me laugh. I love that he is home. It doesn’t matter where we are; we’ve moved five hundred times, but that doesn’t matter because he is my home. I love him.” Her heart was pounding. She loved him. Deep down, she’s always known that, but she never allowed herself to say it. Suddenly she couldn’t help the tears from spilling out. She didn’t want to cry in front of Hego, but her sobs were uncontrollable. 

Hego moved his chair over so that he was next to her as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him. “Shhh. It’s alright.” Hego wiped a few tears off her face and smiled at her. 

His concern just made her cry more. “I cannot believe I just said that aloud. What am I even supposed to do now?” she said in between sobs. 

“Shego, you can’t just go around pretending you don’t have emotions. No wonder you’re so damn angry and irritated all the time.” He let go of her so that he could make eye contact with her. “The real question is: how have you survived this long when you are so violently self-destructive?” 

She shrugged. She shouldn’t answer him, but fuck it. She’s already been vulnerable. No point in backtracking now. “I guess I just became good at pretending. Pretending my emotions didn’t exist. When I couldn’t pretend, I just shoved them away. My feelings shouldn't matter, so there was no point in doing anything about them. I became so good at pretending that the lines blurred between reality and fiction. And when that happened, sometimes, I was even able to fool myself.” 

Hego sighed. “Why do you think you have to do that? Shove your feelings away or pretend they don’t exist? Why can’t you just accept those feelings as factual and act on them?” 

She sniffled. “I have a lot of enemies, Hego. If I have a weakness-” she didn’t finish, but he filled in the blanks for her.

“If you have a weakness, they can use that against you?” She nodded. “Well, sis, I hate to be the breaker of bad news, but it sounds like you have a weakness. It doesn’t matter if you accept your feelings or not. That weakness is still there. Just because you don’t acknowledge your feelings for him doesn’t make it not true. But so what if you have a weakness? We all have them.” 

She looked down to the floor. “In my world, your weakness gets you killed. Or worse- your weakness is the one that is killed.” 

He smiled. “Interesting.” 

“What?” 

“You just said or worse, your weakness is the one that is killed.” 

“So?” 

He laughed. “Oh my God, you are definitely in love with him.” 

She frowned. “What are you talking about, Hego?” 

“You just put his life above your own. In thirty years, I have never heard you do that. Not one single time.” Her eyes grew. Did she just do that? Would she put Drakken’s life above hers? She did that on a daily basis, but he paid her to do that, right? It was no big deal. It was- oh, it was no use. She slammed her head on the table. Hego chuckled. “Yeah, that’s exactly what love feels like.” 

“I’m done talking about this,” she mumbled as she lifted her head back up. 

Hego nodded. “Just remember, to control your powers, you must control your emotions. When you are with him and feel that high that love gives you, accept it. Embrace it. The powers will take care of itself then.” 

She gave him a small smile. “I kind of have to get out of here to do any of that, don’t I?” 

Hego chuckled. “You’re smart and cunning, sis. They restricted your powers, but you’ll get out. You always do.” And with that, he called the guard over to let him out and bring Shego back to her cell.

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Shego laid down on the bed the second the guard locked her back in her cell. Amy watched her, confused. “Did Drakken’s evil plot to get you out not go according to plan?” 

She ignored her. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about Drakken. Hego had opened up her eyes to all of her feelings, and since she had spent so long ignoring them, they came crashing down on her all at once. She wanted him, and not just in a lustful way like she had wanted him before. She wanted to cuddle him at night when he talked about his deepest fears. She wanted to go out on dates with him. She wanted to kiss him when other people were around. She wanted to make love to him instead of just screwing him like they had been doing. She wanted to hold his hand for no reason at all, and she wanted him to hold her just because he could. She wanted to comfort him when he felt defeated. She wanted to watch a horror movie with him and cover his eyes during the scary parts because she knew if he watched it, he wouldn’t sleep for a week. She wanted him in his entirety, and it made her sick. 

How did this happen? How did she get here? What if he doesn’t reciprocate those feelings? What if it was just sex for him? Her thoughts made her so physically ill that she had to get up and rush to the bathroom, where she violently threw up. 

“Are you alright in there?” she heard Amy call, but she once again ignored her. She was thinking too much, and it made her head hurt and her heart ache. She felt her chest tighten as tears began to resurface in her eyes. She quickly sniffled and shoved the tears back in. No way was she going to cry in front of DNAmy. She didn’t want to think anymore. At this moment, she was grateful that she was far away from Drakken. If she saw him, she would break. This time away from him would do her some good. It meant that she could get a handle on whatever it was she was feeling. Maybe she could embrace it like Hego suggested. Or maybe she could squash it. Either way, she was grateful for his absence. 

……

Drakken was sick of fighting Lucre to shut his trap. For the love of everything, he was driving him mad. Lucre talked about escaping so many times, but none of his plans made sense. “How about you break us out?” Lucre asked. 

Drakken gritted his teeth. “How am I supposed to break us out when I am also locked up?” 

Lucre shrugged. “You’re the genius here. Maybe you can clone yourself, and your other body could break us out.” 

Drakken groaned. How could Lucre be so stupid? The incompetence of this man just made him miss Shego. She would never say something so ludicrous. She probably had her own plan to escape, and then surely she would come back for him, right? Of course she would. She was lippy, but they were friends. Or more than friends. Or whatever the hell it was they were. 

He sighed into his pillow. He had never been away from her for this long, and his heart ached to hear her laugh. He ached to hear her mock him about some idiot plan he had or about something he liked. He ached for her touch (even if it did burn him occasionally). He ached to hear her sing in the shower, and he ached to dance with her. And while Lucre kept going on and on about his stupid ideas, deep down in the marrow of Drakken’s bones, he would continue to feel her absence. 

…

Amy had taken the hint to leave her alone. Another month had passed, and Shego had hardly said a word to her. It didn’t matter what Amy did; instead of snapping at Amy like she normally would have, she just didn’t say anything. When a couple of the guards came by to drop their food off, she spoke her first words that day. “Can we just leave the chains off please? I’m not going to do anything.” 

The guards looked at each other and then back at Shego. They took in her form. She’d lost some weight, and her eyes looked heavy. She was being tortured. By what, the guards couldn’t say. Amy jumped in. “Guys, she really isn’t going to do anything. She’s been moping around for weeks. I think she just wants to be able to itch a scratch without having to ask permission.” 

Shego gave Amy a small smile as the guards nodded in agreement. “Fine, but if you try anything Shego, I swear we will-” 

“I won’t,” Shego interrupted. They unlocked her chains, and she let her hands move. She curled and uncurled her fingers. She lit and unlit her palms. The guards and Amy all backed away the second her hands ignited, but she let the fire die just as quickly as it started. “Thanks,” she whispered as she took her food and sat on her bed. 

The guards looked back and forth at each other, but shrugged and left the two cellmates alone. Shego and Amy sat in silence for a moment as they ate. “You didn’t have to do that,” Shego finally said. 

Amy smiled. “Yeah, well I thought you might need a helping hand. You haven’t really been yourself.” Shego didn’t answer her, so she kept talking. “No sarcastic comment? No lippy remark? No threat? What has happened to you?” Shego just shrugged, not engaging in Amy’s tactics to get her to speak. “Have you finally given up? Are you destined to be in this cell forever?” 

Shego groaned. “I liked it better when you weren’t talking.” 

Amy grinned. “Now that sounds more like my roommate.” Shego cracked a smile at that but otherwise didn’t acknowledge her. “You’ve been like this since Drakken came to visit you, so spill. What gives on the depression?”

“Drakken didn’t come to visit me,” she mumbled. She regretted saying it. She didn’t want to talk about Drakken or Hego or anything else. 

“Oh? Then who-”

Shego dropped her fork on her plate. “My brother. Now, will you drop it please?”  

Amy didn’t drop it. “Oh, you have a brother?” 

“I have 4, actually.” She didn’t know why she was indulging in this conversation. She guessed she’s been a little lonely lately, and Amy, who was always so incredibly talkative, had kept her trap shut for weeks when Shego stayed silent. She supposed it was time to lighten up a bit. 

“Wow, 4 brothers. That must have been rough growing up.” 

“It was Hell.” Amy laughed, and it wasn’t long until Shego joined her. It felt good to laugh, and for once, Amy wasn’t being annoying.

“So, why have you been depressed since your brother’s visit?” 

Shego frowned. Why couldn’t they just have a good time? Why did Amy have to be so nosey and try to pull information out of her? “I’m not depressed.” 

“Oh come on, Shego. We both know that’s not true. You’ve-” Amy stopped when Shego’s hands ignited.

“Three words for you,” Shego growled. “No more chains.”   

Amy laughed nervously. “On second thought, maybe it is none of my business.” 

Shego smirked. Yep. She’s definitely missed this, she thought as she let the fire in her hands die. 

……….

  Shego was alone. Amy had tried to get her to the cafeteria, but outside of going to the gym, she had no interest in leaving the cell. (She didn’t want to risk running into Drakken. It’s been a month and a half since she admitted her feelings to herself, but she wasn’t ready to see him- not yet.) She had been flipping through a magazine (enjoying having the use of her hands back) when she heard a ticking noise. 

She looked around, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, the wall beside her exploded, and she squinted at the brightness of the sun that she could now see. A helicopter with a ladder hanging down came into her line of vision, and she heard a familiar voice. “Let’s go, Shego. We’re getting you out of here.” She knew that voice. She had taught him everything he knew. Junior. 

She looked to the other side of the cell, where she expected a guard to be rushing to subdue her, but there hadn’t been. She promised them she wouldn’t do anything with her powers, but she hadn’t. She had nothing to do with this. She grinned as she jumped on the ladder and climbed up into the helicopter. “Junior, what are you doing?” she asked as she brushed herself off. 

He quickly flew the helicopter away from the prison. “I need your help with something, and I-” he paused for a moment. “Oh shoot. Do you want me to go back and get Dr. Drakken out, too?” 

She thought about it for a second. She should go back for him. He would do it for her, but she didn’t want to see him. She didn’t want to be nice to him. She wanted to be left alone, and she wanted to never think about those feelings again. “No,” she finally said. “Let’s just get out of here.”

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Drakken had seen her escape with Junior. He waited and waited for her to come back for him, but after a few weeks, he’d finally given up hope that she would. How could she do that? How could she escape and not come back? Were they not involved? He mentally kicked himself. He was the one with the emotional attachment. He was the one in love with her- not the other way around. Shego always did Shego’s thing. She would do what would benefit her and move on. She’s always been that way. Why would he expect her to change just because they slept together? He was in love with a selfish woman who would never love him back. The thought brought tears to his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away before Lucre noticed.

He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as he took off his shirt. “Woah, how have I never noticed that before?” Drakken heard Lucre say. 

“Notice what?” 

“Your back. It’s got so many scars. Jeez, what happened?” 

“Huh?” Drakken turned his head to see his back the best he could, and then he realized what Lucre was talking about. Shego’s burns. The marks were usually small, but his back suffered horribly when she was clawing at him when her hands had ignited. “It’s, uh, nothing,” he said to Lucre, but remembering those marks made him want to cry again. He wanted to be near her, and he was pissed at himself that even after this betrayal, he still missed her. 

Lucre raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t look like nothing. Either you got the hell beat out of you, or you were having some freaky sex, man.” 

Drakken groaned as he fell onto his bed. Were those burns even an accident? Or did she get off on causing him pain? He sighed. He loved someone who didn’t even have a heart. 

…………….

Midas had always been a great lover when Shego was in Greece, and today had been the first time she had slept with him in ages (not since she started sleeping with Drakken last year; they hadn’t even been in a real relationship, but she somehow managed to stay faithful. If someone could explain that to her, that would be great.) She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it, but it wasn’t the same. It was almost funny because Midas was far more attractive than Drakken, but sleeping with him knowing that she was in love with Drakken did no good for her mental state. She was already struggling- already self destructive- she didn’t need him in her head when she was having sex with someone else. 

Nevertheless, he had been there. Each time Midas kissed her, she thought of Drakken’s lips on hers. Each time Midas touched her, she thought of how different his touches were compared to Drakken’s. When Midas crawled on top of her, she noticed how her hands didn’t light up without her knowledge (Hego’s words about her powers interacting with the feeling of being high on love did not leave her mind). The truth was, Drakken was nowhere near her, but he was all around her at the same time. This was supposed to be a vacation away from him, but her brain must have forgotten that little factoid. 

So when Kim Possible came to her demanding to have Drakken handed to her so that she could put him back behind bars, she was shocked. Somebody broke him out, (somebody that wasn’t her- he was going to be livid), and she suddenly felt her chest tighten. Who was green that would find him useful enough to break him out of prison?

She pulled away from Midas and turned so that her back was to him. “Is everything alright?” he asked as she started getting dressed and began packing her things. 

She scratched her head, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. “Yeah. I just- it’s time for me to go home.” Home to the lair. Home to Drakken.

…….

“Get out of my way, Shego,” Drakken said, fuming at her. She was blocking him from the entrance after she had followed him to his new lair. (Warmonga destroyed their previous one, and she even took her newly built one with her when she left). Okay, so she not only fought Warmonga herself, but she saved Kimmie, and helped the Possible team get rid of her. So what? It’s not like she was jealous of that stupid alien or anything. She was just- okay, she was jealous, but only because she did everything Drakken said and called him The Great Blue. Drakken was hers. Warmonga couldn’t just waltz into their lives and bow down to him. That’s not how this worked. 

“Come on, Doc. Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

“You’re sorry?!” He shouted at her. “Do you have any idea what kind of damage you have caused?” Shego opened her mouth and then closed it again. Damage she caused? Did he have any idea the damage he had caused? She was the one that would get physically sick at the thought of how much she cared for him. All that had happened to him was he lost. He should be used to that feeling. Before she could figure out what she wanted to say, he was yelling at her again. “Not only did you leave me in prison while you’ve been out roaming free for weeks, but you took my victory away! Kim Possible would be dead right now if you hadn’t interfered, and I would be taking over the world!” 

Well, she could see that an apology was not going to get her anywhere, so she went for a classic. Shego gave him a smile and batted her eyelashes as she trailed her fingers up and his arm. “Well, why don’t I make it up to you then?” she said, seductively. She moved closer to him, ready to kiss his neck when he gripped her arm and pulled her away from him.

She frowned, and his words only made it worse. “No. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to use your charm to get out of this. You don’t get to use me.” 

“Use you? You think I’m using you?” 

Drakken gritted his teeth. “You helped Kim win today. Did you ever actually leave heroism, or were you using me as an insight to the world of evil to make you a better hero?” 

Shego gasped as her hands ignited in anger. He did not just go there. “Are you fucking serious right now?” He just shrugged as he tried to move past her, but she stepped to the right the second he did. “You know what, Doc, I only helped Kimmie because you replaced me with some freaky, 9 foot tall, alien, who you said was better than me.” 

He ran a hand across his face. “So now I have to suffer because you can’t handle being jealous? She was better than you, Shego! I would have taken over the world with her.” 

Tears threatened to come to the surface, but Shego held them in as her plasma withdrew back into her palms. “What happened to us taking over the world, Doc?” she whispered. 

Drakken wanted to crack. He wanted to hold her, but all he had to do was remember what she did, and his anger returned. “I guess you should have thought about that before you left me to rot in a prison cell.” She tried to speak, but nothing came out. “Just go, Shego. Go do whatever it was you were doing that was so much more important than me.” 

Shego's face fell. In three years of working with Drakken, he’d never once asked her to leave. She had left on her own a few times, but she always came back. This time, Drakken was the one who wanted her gone, and her chest tightened at the thought. “Drakken, please. I’m sorry.” 

Shego’s use of the word please did something to Drakken. His face softened for a moment, but it hardened back up rather quickly when he thought about her lack of empathy. She reached for him again, and he shoved her, causing her back to hit the door. Her eyes grew wide. He had never been violent with her. Not one single time in three years. “I want you to leave.” 

She couldn’t hold back her tears any longer as a few trickled down her face. Did he really not want her here? After everything they had been through, this was it? “Drakken-” 

“Go,” he whispered, but his voice came out raw. He was in pain. Doing this was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, but she had betrayed him. She had broken his trust. She had used her charm and her good looks to make him love her just so that she could rip his heart out and stomp on it. 

She shoved past him, leaving him there to question his own choices. 

…….

She had nowhere to go. She supposed she could go back to Go City, but thinking of having to talk to her brothers gave her a headache, and she definitely did not want to see Hego. (He was responsible for this mess; if she hadn’t listened to him, none of this would have happened). She found herself staying at a hotel for the next few weeks, always finding her way to the bar, and definitely not sober. 

She was slamming shot after shot, trying to drown all of her emotions. Betrayal. Brokenness. Love. Fear. She hated herself for feeling anything for him at all, but as she drank, those feelings began to disappear. She was so drunk that she could barely stand when someone came up to help her. “Jeez, Shego, are you alright?” She should recognize him. She knows him, but her thoughts were so jumbled that she couldn’t place the figure in front of her. 

She couldn’t formulate a coherent thought, let alone a full sentence. She couldn’t even say who was in front of her, so she just rested her elbow on the bar and let her face fall into her hand. Before she knew it, the figure was dragging her out of the bar and to his car. She had no idea where she was going or who she was with, but she didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that she wasn’t thinking of Drakken. 

……

Drakken had been moping around the lair for weeks since she left. He couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t work. He couldn’t eat. It was like all of his motivation and will to live left with her. He sat in his lab chair, trying to come up with something, but all he could do was think about her. Maybe he had been a little harsh; she did seem genuinely upset when he had asked her to leave, but everytime he started to feel bad, he thought of what she had done to him. He could have been out of prison months ago if she had bothered to free him. He could be the ruler of the world right now if she hadn’t helped that stupid, all-that, teen. He would have been ruler with Warmonga, and the thought sent shivers up and down his spine. Warmonga would have been an amazing asset to have when ruling the world, but she wasn’t Shego. It was true that Warmonga would have been a better fighter and protector, but Shego slithered her way into his life in a way that he had never expected her to. At this point, he wasn’t even sure if he wanted to rule the world if Shego wasn’t there by his side to tease and mock him. His own thoughts pissed him off. It didn’t matter. She was gone, and he needed to move on. 

A knock on the door took him out of his head, and he turned to see Hank. “Dr. Drakken, it has been nice that you are out of prison, but uh, we were all just wondering if you have a plan here soon? We’re getting kind of bored.” Drakken just stared at him, blinking every so often, but it made Hank incredibly uncomfortable. “Also, where’s Shego?” 

“Nygh!” Drakken slammed his hands down on his desk. “Shego is no longer employed with us.” 

Hank looked around, nervously. “Oh, uh, why? I thought you and her were-” 

“We weren’t. She made her choices, so let’s just move on, alright Hank?” 

Hank nodded as he sat down in the chair next to Drakken’s, which would normally be occupied by Shego. “Ummm, okay. I just-” he paused for a second before continuing. “Shego was kind of essential to defeating Kim, wasn’t she?” 

Drakken gritted his teeth. “And she somehow never did, now did she? Hank, we are moving on from her. Accept it.” 

Hank raised an eyebrow. “Have you accepted it?” 

Drakken just stared at him, and then he started to cry. “God, no. What have I done?” He put his hands over his face, covering his tears from Hank. 

Hank’s mouth fell open. “Jeez. Sorry, Dr. Drakken. I didn’t mean to make you- uh well, I-” Hank stumbled trying to come up with the right words. “You know what would cheer you up? Karaoke night.” 

Drakken waved him off. “I don’t want to go out.” 

Hank pulled at his arm. “Come on, Dr. Drakken. No one can sing Taylor Swift like you can.” 

Drakken smiled slightly. “Well you're not wrong there.” 

………

Shego groaned as her body slowly woke up. She thought she was back at her hotel, but when she opened her eyes, she knew she was in a lair. She recognized this lair. She’d been here a few times, but how she got here, she had no idea. She groaned again when she heard a knock at the door. When she didn’t answer, Junior opened the door slowly with a glass of milk in his hand. “Here. This will help with the hangover.” 

She sat up in bed. “Junior, what happened?” 

He shrugged as she took the glass from him. “I ran into you at the bar, and you could hardly speak, so I took you home. You had no business being out in public that wasted. You were bound to get in trouble if I hadn’t found you first.” 

She chugged her milk. “Thanks,” she whispered as she wiped her mouth. 

“The question, my dear friend, is why were you so wasted on a Monday night? Everyone knows that level of drunk is reserved for Fridays and Saturdays.” 

She rubbed her temple as he spoke. “I have a headache.” 

He snorted as he sat down on the bed next to her. “Yeah, I would imagine so, but you aren’t getting out of this. Spill.” 

She looked down at her hands for a minute, contemplating on whether or not she should spill her guts. One on hand, it would be nice to get it off her chest, to let someone else in on her little secret. On the other hand, she didn’t want to admit to having a weakness. But this was Junior. He was practically harmless, and they were friends. He had no ill intentions of hurting her. “Well, uh, it all started with this stupid moodulator device.” 

And so she spilled. She told him about the moodulator device and how it made her act like a lunatic. She told him how it got set to the love emotion and she ended up pining over Drakken, and even after the device was off of her, she couldn’t stop thinking about what he had felt like when they had kissed, so she kissed him again, and that ended in the best sex of her life. She told him how they tried to forget about it, but then they would fight, and it would turn into something more every time. She told him about the loss of control with her powers when they were in bed together. She told him how she convinced herself that it was just sex- that it didn’t matter, but then she ended up in prison, and her brother came to visit her, and he had told her that her powers interacted with specific emotions. She told him that she was madly in love with Drakken, and it took her brother and a prison cell to make her see it.

Junior stayed silent for a moment before finally speaking. “Wow. That’s- wow.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Gee, thanks, Junior.” 

“No, I mean, uh wow.” He laughed nervously. “Give me a minute to process.” She rolled her eyes again, but she otherwise didn’t acknowledge his words. “You should tell him,” Junior finally said after a minute of silence. 

“Are you crazy? Absolutely not!” 

Junior crossed her arms. “Well, why not?” 

“Because I-” she stopped. What was she supposed to say? She was a coward who didn’t want to embrace any sort of emotion because that came with a risk? Yeah, she had shared enough without suggesting that.

Junior sighed. “Look, sometimes loving someone means taking the risk that they might swoop in and fuck up your plans.” She frowned. It was like he was reading her thoughts, and she wanted to cower away from any more talk of her own feelings. “But, it’s usually always worth it.” 

She sank back into the bed. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” 

“Didn’t he get out of prison? Why are you still avoiding him? Just go tell him.” 

“He fired me,” she mumbled under her breath, but he caught her words. 

“Oh?” Junior scratched his head, trying to come up with something that would help her. “You know what makes me feel better? Karaoke! Let’s go tonight!” 

She groaned. Not him too. “Absolutely not.” 

“But Shego, my sweet moves will make you laugh.” 

She crossed her arms. “No.” 

“For every bad song I choose, I’ll let you blast me.” 

She chuckled. “Alright. Fine.” 

……..

Junior was actually pretty good on the stage. She took a drink of her water (because she had to cut off alcohol) as she watched him. He was singing some song from Britina, and he was for sure giving it his all. Once he finished his song, he joined her back at the table. “Those dance moves were pure comedy gold,” she laughed.

He grinned. “Are you going to go next?” 

Her laughter stopped abruptly, and her face hardened. At one point, Drakken had suggested that. He had heard her sing in the shower, and he said she was good and needed to go up there. Her insides twisted at the thought of that night. That night some random person flirted with her, but she shut it down because of Drakken. How had she not noticed her feelings then? She did. She noticed them a long time ago, but she just folded them neatly in a corner in the back of her mind and never bothered to revisit them. She felt the need to throw up arise in her stomach, and it was like the universe was mocking her when she saw Drakken walk up on the stage. 

“Yo, yo, I’m Dr. Drakken and I’m going to be singing a-” he stopped when he saw her in the crowd. Junior moved his eyes between Drakken and Shego, just as shocked as she was that he was here. “Excuse me,” Drakken said as he put the mic back down and walked off the stage. 

Simultaneously, Shego stood up, trying to exit the building with Junior right behind her. They ran right into Drakken and Hank, who had the same thoughts of trying to leave. As all four of them got out of the building, Hank grinned as he shoved Drakken toward Shego and Junior. “Hank!” Drakken called out as he tried to balance himself. 

Junior followed suit, shoving Shego toward Drakken so hard that their bodies collided. “Sorry, Shego. I like having you around and all, but man, I can’t handle all ten of your personalities for more than a day. Time for you two to make up.” Junior and Hank giggled like two teenage girls as they high fived each other and walked away, leaving Drakken and Shego on their own.

Shego quickly untangled herself from him, but he latched onto her, trying to stop her from falling down. “Drakken, let go,” she growled. 

He groaned. She was impossible. “Fine.” He let go of her, and just as he had anticipated, she fell as she untangled her limbs from his. 

“Argh!” She kicked him in his shin, causing him to fall down on the ground next to her. 

“Ow! What the hell, Shego?” He looked at her, and her smirk turned into a laugh. Suddenly, she was erupting in laughter, and he couldn’t help himself but to join her. 

“I’m sorry, Doc,” she finally said after their laughs died down. 

He nodded. “I. uh, I’m sorry too.” 

Her eyes lit up. “Can I come home?” 

He smiled slightly at her, but the smile dropped just as quickly as it appeared. “How do I know that I can trust you again, Shego?” 

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them in. She had hurt him, and in this moment, she hated herself. She reached up for his face and cupped his cheek. “I know I’ll have to work to regain your trust back,” she whispered. “But I will. I want to take over the world with you, Doc. I just want things to go back to how they were.” 

Drakken sighed. “Do you mean before or after the sex started?” 

Shego’s face fell as she dropped her hand from his face. She should tell him how she felt, but here he was, sitting on the ground of a karaoke bar and giving her an out. A part of her wanted to tell him, but the other part that wanted to shy away from it was screaming louder at her. She shrugged. “I guess we did kind of complicate things with the sex, didn’t we?” 

He nodded again, but he looked down at the ground. “Yeah. I guess we did.” She ran a hand through her hair, trying to decide what comes next, but he spoke again. “You can come home,” he said with a smile. Her eyes lit up again as she watched him stand up, offering his hand to help her up. She took it, and he guided her off the ground. “Friends?” he asked her as she brushed herself off. 

She nodded. “Friends.” She paused before smiling up at him. “Partners?” 

He grinned back. “Partners.”

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Shego sat on her chair in the lab, filing her nails and lost in her own thoughts. She hated this “friends” thing they had going. It had been a month since she came home (7 months since they last slept together, but it wasn’t like she was keeping track of that or anything), and he was being respectful of her boundaries (no matter how much she desperately wanted him in her boundaries). She hated herself for not saying anything. She supposed she still could, but what was the point? He seemed fairly content with returning to how they were before the moodulator. 

However, even Drakken wasn’t perfect. They may have returned to a friendship status, but they had been closer than ever without being physically intimate. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t live for those moments where they almost forgot what kind of relationship they were supposed to have and just acted on impulse. On her side, she had become more protective of him (of course, she always had been, but her motivation to keep him safe suddenly became more than just dollar signs and world domination). On his side, he had become incredibly interested in her happiness. He did everything in his power to make her happy, whether that be by being  chivalrous (the fact that he has opened nearly every door for her since she’d been home gave her butterflies), asking her opinion on his projects, and of course, giving her a very generous pay raise.  He even stopped referring to her as a sidekick and acknowledged her as a partner (something he should have done years ago, but she won’t be picky). And let’s be honest here, both of them were notorious for flirting (okay, that was mostly Shego, but he played along.)

She won’t deny that it had been awkward when she first came home. They had to get to know each other again in a different way than they had before. They had to re-learn what it was like to be friends without the benefits. It was hard, especially when all she wanted to do was kiss him. And Drakken, well she didn’t know what he wanted, but it was a learning curve for both of them. However, it didn’t take long for them to slide back into their usual way of operating: he rants, she pretends to listen, he plots, and she mocks. 

Her thoughts kept her so busy that she didn’t know Drakken had entered the room until he was standing right in front of her with his hands on his hips. She smirked as she looked up from her nail file. “Yes?” 

He sighed. “You aren’t participating in casual Friday.” 

She shook her head, but her grin did not leave her face. “You’re right. I’m not.” She looked him up and down, and his khaki pants and white shirt did not go unnoticed. The shirt was tight and much more flattering than his usual lab coat had been. The lab coat had hid every bicep from view, but his new, casual look had reminded her of everything she was missing since they stopped sleeping together. 

He glared at her. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t clear. Why aren’t you participating in casual Friday?” 

She shrugged and went back to filing her nails. “Because it’s stupid.” 

“Nygh! Shego! Hank said that casual Friday is essential to team building and morale!”

She grinned. “Hank, our trusty henchman, or Hank, the idiot who convinced you to open up a cupcake shop?”  

He frowned. He really did love that stupid cupcake shop. “You know which Hank I mean.” 

She giggled. “Should I tell you where I think Hank can shove his stupid idea?” 

Drakken sighed as he sat down in his chair next to her. “But it’s working, Shego! The corporate-like environment and all the team building exercises are working! The henchmen have never worked harder.” He paused for a moment. “Well, except for you, little miss ‘every idea is stupid.’” 

Shego cracked a smile and rested a hand on his knee. “Want to know the real reason why I’m not participating in casual Friday?” 

He looked down at her hand placement as shivers went up and down his spine. She had that silly smirk on her face- the one that was very suggestive. He gulped. “Why?” 

She leaned in closer to him so that their faces were mere inches apart. “You’re already losing sight of the evil plan in place with this damn cupcake shop. I don’t think you need me skipping around here in casual wear to distract you even further.” 

Drakken blushed, but he didn’t pull away from her. “Oh, I wouldn’t- uh- be distracted by your uh-” 

She smirked at his inability to finish his sentence. “Really? Remember that green blouse you liked so much? Top that with a nice, little skirt, and I think you might be just a little bit distracted.” She let her words sink in as his face grew redder. “You know what, I’ve changed my mind. I think I will participate in casual Friday. I’ll go change.” 

She stood up, ready to leave him in the lab when his voice stopped her. “No, no, no, Shego. Let’s not do that. You really don’t need to participate.” He cleared his throat in an attempt to collect himself as he stood from his chair. “It’s really more for the henchmen’s productivity.”  

She turned around and walked back towards him with a grin on her face. Once she was standing in front of him, she let her fingers trail up and down his biceps. “Oh, so you don’t want me to put on that blouse?” She was practically pouting.

He felt his insides go haywire as she drew circles on his arms. Oh, he definitely wanted her to put on that blouse, but they had decided to just be friends. It was easier that way, so why was she torturing him? He was only human after all.  “Uh, Shego, what are you doing?” 

She laughed. “I’m just having fun, Doc.” 

He backed away nervously. “Uh, but why?” 

She smiled. “Because either I don’t partake in this idiotic idea you have for building morale, or I can watch you sweat if I do. Either way, I win.” 

Drakken frowned. So she was getting off on torturing him. “Nygh! Shego!” He pulled away from her touch. If that’s how she wanted to be, then fine. He could handle it. “Do what you want. You won’t distract me.” 

She laughed. “That sounds like a challenge.” 

He shrugged. “I am immune to your charming good looks, Shego. Participate in casual Friday or don’t. I don’t care.” 

She smirked. “Sure, maybe you’re immune, but Hank Perkins isn’t.” Drakken’s eyes grew. Was she trying to make him jealous? She was the one that said they complicated things with sex. Why was she doing this to him? She frowned when she noticed the change in his demeanor. “I’m just kidding, Doc. Lighten up.” 

He faked a chuckle. “Right. Yeah, I know you’re kidding, Shego. Just uh-” 

He was interrupted by Hank Perkins, who was on the phone and didn’t even bother to knock. “Dr. Drakken, we could expand on the business. There’s an insanely high demand in New Hampshire.” 

Drakken pushed past Shego. “Oh, so are we thinking we should franchise? Oh my, we could go public! This is-” 

“Drakken!” Shego shouted. “The cupcake business was supposed to be a distraction to hide the atmos freezer.  Stay focused, Dr. D.” 

He put his hand under his chin. “Oh. Right. The atmos freezer. It uh, it will-”

“No one will look in cupcake shops across the entire country, Dr. Drakken, and you’re going to need more than one power source,” Hank interrupted him.

“Yes. Exactly. See, franchising is essential to the plan, Shego.” 

She groaned. She was so over this plan already. 

……..

The cupcake shop took a bad turn when Kim Possible showed up and tarnished his plans (he really should be expecting that at this point, but he is always hopelessly optimistic that Possible will eventually fail). The henchmen were depressed, and Shego was mad enough that she stormed off to God knows where. Hank Perkins was giving a positive speech about failure being a learning opportunity, but Drakken was just not feeling it anymore. He thought about firing Hank, but he had to give it to the guy: his ideas had overall improved the henchmen’s productivity. It would be a shame to throw that all away just because he was once again defeated by his teenaged arch foe. 

“Hank!” Shego’s voice blasted through the lair. Drakken felt relief kick in as he registered that she was home (her extended leaves of absence when she got frustrated had been part of her charm, but he wasn’t sure if he could handle that when she just returned home less than 2 months ago). 

 Hank, the henchman, cowered down. “Oh man, what did you do?” Another henchman had asked him. 

Hank gulped. “I don’t know,” he whispered, “but I’m scared.” 

Shego charged through the door, her hands lit. Hank shrunk in his chair, but Shego walked right past him until she stood face to face with Hank Perkins. The henchman sighed in relief once he knew Shego’s anger wasn’t directed at him. 

“I am so sick of this team trust and building productivity bullshit,” Shego spat. “And don’t even get me started on the stupid cupcake shop. If I wanted to know how to run a damn franchise, I would have called my brother. We are in the business of evil, not fucking cupcakes.” 

Hank Perkins looked down at her hands that were glowing green. “Now, Shego, if we could just calm down for a minute, we could-” 

She blasted him. “Get out of my lair,” she snarled. Drakken didn’t even bother correcting her that this was his lair, and she just happened to live here. He knew first hand the damage those blasts could cause, and he had no intentions of being subjected to them. She blasted him again, and eventually, Hank Perkins figured out that it was better to leave than to ever distract Drakken from evil (or from Shego).

……..

Drakken sat in his lab, trying to come up with his next plan. Honestly, he had no idea where to go next, so he kept doodling in hopes that inspiration would strike him. When he heard footsteps enter, he didn’t even turn around, but the sound of her whistling pulled him out of his trance. When he turned to face her, his mouth fell open. Shego was dressed in a short, black skirt and that green blouse he loved so much (curse that blouse- it didn’t hide anything). “Sh-Shego- what- uh wow. I mean-” 

She laughed as she approached him and sat down in her chair . “Is everything alright there, Doc?” 

He nodded, but it was impossible to hide his brightening cheeks as he tried to keep his eyes focused on her face. “It’s not Friday,” he said in an attempt to calm down. She shrugged as she put her foot up on the desk, letting the skirt ride up her leg slightly. Fuck it. He let his eyes roam her, and he felt his heart pound faster as he took in every inch of her. 

She got up abruptly and turned back to the door. “I’m changing out of this now. I just wanted to prove my point.” 

“What point?” 

She smirked. “That you, Dr. Drakken, are not immune to my charming good looks.”  As she left him there, his mouth hung open. She was going to be the death of him.

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Drakken hung up the phone in a frenzy. His mother had begged him to come to the family Sunday dinner, and as much as he didn’t want to go, she wasn’t wrong: it had been awhile since he’d been home. However, he felt queasy at the request his mother had made, and he wasn’t sure how to go about it. It was important to her, so he had to do it, but God help him, he did not want to.  

Shego entered the den and threw something at him. “There’s the preliminary thingy majiggy you wanted me to steal. I’m going to the spa now.” 

He set the device down on the desk. “Wait. Shego, uh, I have a question.” 

She crossed her arms. “If I have to steal one more thing today, I’m going to lose it, Dr. D.” 

He waved her off. “No, no. Not that. My uh, my mother is having a family dinner on Sunday.” 

She raised an eyebrow. “Okay? And?”

He tapped his fingers together nervously. “Well, she wants me to go…”

“Yeah, well you kind of are her son.” She shook her head in disbelief. 

“She wants you to come, too.” He felt his insides twist as she frowned. He should have never asked her, and he felt himself cower away from her, afraid he was going to get hit with her glowing plasma. To his surprise, her hands did not ignite. 

“No way. Your mother is a pain in my ass.” 

He groaned. “Yes, but we won’t be the only ones there, so she won’t be able to pull her shenanigans. Come on, Shego, it’ll be fun! My mother likes you.” 

“No. Your mother likes me with you. The only reason she wants me to come is so she can try to set us up again.” He blushed at her words. The last time his mother had been around, he and Shego hadn’t slept together yet. Now that they have, and now that they have stopped, this conversation was awkward, but before he could say anything, she was speaking again. “And don’t even get me started on your freaking cousin. Eddie is such a creep. Seriously, how did the mad genius turn out to be the sane one in the family?” 

He shrugged. “Aunt Jane and Uncle Robert will be there too. And Eddie’s sister, Sarah, and his brother, Jacob, will be there.” 

She shook her head. “I’m not going, and you can’t make me.” 

He sighed. “What if I pay for your next spa visit?” 

She smiled. “Do you know how expensive those are, Doc?” 

He nodded his head. “Yes. It’s no wonder you need pay raises all the time.” 

She smirked at him. “Fine. I’ll go, but you have to pay for the whole day, not just an hour.” 

He groaned. “Nygh! Fine. You got a deal.” 

……..

Drakken knocked on his mother’s door. Shego stood next to him with her arms crossed as she tapped her foot, growing inpatient. 

Mrs. Lipsky finally opened the door. “Drewbie!” She hugged him tightly. “Oh, I’m so glad you made it! Once she saw her, she let go of Drakken. “Shego! What a delight!” She hugged her, which made her tense up, but Mrs. Lipsky let go soon enough. “Please come in,” She stepped aside to let Drakken and Shego in. 

Shego took in the look of the home. It was painfully obvious an elderly woman lived here with all of its pictures and nicknacks. She smiled as she saw pictures of Drakken when he was a kid. Every school year picture from Pre-K to college was hung up. He had been such a cute kid. He was still cute, but she wasn’t allowed to think that. They had decided to stay friends, and she needed to get over whatever unresolved feelings she had for him. 

After Mrs. Lipsky introduced Shego to everyone, the worst possible person that could have entered the room, did. “Hey, cuz. And you brought the green babe! Seriously!” Eddie came around the corner, hugging Drakken. She frowned at him. If she never had to see Ed again, it would be too soon.  

Once Ed let go of him, Drakken leaned toward Shego to whisper to her. “Remember, mother doesn’t know about your powers, so please control your hatred for Eddie.” 

She smirked at him. “I don’t recall that being part of our deal, Doc,” she whispered back. 

He gasped. “Shego,” he whispered again. He leaned in closer, letting his mouth come near her ear so that no one would hear them. “I swear if you let my mother see that, I’ll-” 

“You’ll what?” she interrupted. 

Before he could respond, Mrs. Lipsky had noticed the two standing close together with Drakken’s face near her hair as he was whispering to her. “Awww, my two favorite lovebirds! Have we finally acknowledged our feelings?” 

Drakken immediately pulled away from Shego as he blushed. Shego frowned, doing everything in her power to not let her annoyance get to her. “Mother! We discussed this! Shego and I have a professional relationship.” 

Mrs. Lipsky smiled. “Do you take any of your other aids to your mother’s house?”

Drakken’s mouth fell open. “Nygh, argh, nygh! But you- you asked me to bring her!” 

She shrugged. “She didn’t have to say yes.” 

Shego couldn't help it. Her hands ignited as her blood boiled. Drakken tried to step in front of her, but his mother saw her first, and her eyes grew at the sight of her freaky, glowing hands. All of Drakken’s cousins had their mouths hung open, shocked at what was right in front of them, but she didn’t care. She was so sick of Mrs. Lipsky sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. Her and Drakken’s relationship was none of her business. “Listen here, Debbie,” Shego said as she stepped toward her, but Drakken pulled her arm back, dragging her back toward him.

He laughed nervously. “Now Shego, no need to get all green on us.” The look he gave her of slight anger made her withdraw the plasma back into her palms. He looked back at his mother. “Sorry about that. Shego doesn’t know what the word ‘control’ means.” He gave her the side eye but quickly brought his attention back to his mother.

Mrs. Lipsky pointed at Shego. “But, but, her hands. What? How?” 

Before Shego could speak, Drakken put his hand up in front of her and spoke for her. “Lab accident. We’re working on fixing it. Don’t worry, mother.” 

“Oh. You ran a lab test on that sweet girl! What is wrong with you, Drew?” 

Shego giggled at his clear discomfort. “I- we- I was trying to help someone with a uh rare disease, and Shego volunteered to be a guinea pig for the cure. I - there was just a uh- accident.” 

Shego frowned. “Volunteer? Doc, you practically made me!”  She did everything to repress her laugh when he glared at her. 

“Drewbie! How could you do that?” Mrs. Lipsky said. 

Shego grinned. “Yeah, Drewbie. How could you do that?” 

“Nygh! Let's just forget it!” Once everyone was settled out of their shock, Drakken leaned toward Shego to whisper in her ear. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” 

She smirked. “Oh, I’m having the best time.” 

…..

The dinner went smoothly. No more talk from Mrs. Lipsky about Drakken and Shego’s “feelings” for each other. No more talk of her powers. Even Eddie controlled himself with his sexist comments. Uncle Robert and Aunt Jane were nice, but she could tell that they were afraid of her. Good. And the amount of cousins that Drakken had was outrageous. She had expected the three cousins Drakken mentioned, but there were 5 others. (Jane and Robert clearly did not believe in birth control). 

Cousin Sarah spoke as she was collecting the dishes. “Now it’s time for some karaoke!” 

There was a good amount of excitement from the people at the table, which made Shego sink into her chair. So that wasn’t just a Drakken thing- it was the whole Lipsky bloodline. Great. “I’ll go set up the karaoke machine,” Aunt Jane said as she got up. 

Cousin Jacob looked at Drakken. “Alright, Drew. Ready to get beat again?” 

Drakken groaned. “Just because you won every karaoke night ever doesn't mean you’ll win this round.” 

Jacob chuckled. “Did you suddenly get better?” 

He got up from the table before Drakken could respond, which made him huff. Shego raised an eyebrow. “I’m no expert, but how do you lose at karaoke?” 

Drakken sighed. “We do it as a competition. You sing a song, and each family member rates it from 1 to 10. Whoever scores the highest wins.” 

She shook her head. “That is so lame,” she mumbled so that the only person that could hear her was Drakken. 

He shrugged. “It’s a family tradition.” 

“One that you suck at, apparently.” She laughed when he shot her a glare. 

“You know how I could beat Jacob?” 

She knew that look. “Oh hell no. Absolutely not.” 

“Oh come on, Shego. He will die when he hears you sing. Do a duet with me! It’ll be fun!” 

“No.”

“Please!”

“There is literally nothing you can say that will make me sing.” 

Mrs. Lipsky caught the last part of their conversation. “Oh, you sing, dear? How awesome! I can’t wait to hear it!” 

Shego shook her head. “Uh, no, I will not be doing that.” 

Mrs. Lipsky pouted. “But why? Do you not like our family, Shego?” 

Shego’s mouth opened and then closed again. So she did kind of feel bad for freaking out on his mother. (Honestly, it was fine- Drakken stopped her before it got bad, but still), and now she was pouting, accusing her of not liking the family. (She didn’t, but Mrs. Lipsky didn’t need to pick up on that). “Argh! Fine! I’ll do a stupid duet.” She turned to Drakken. “But no Taylor Swift!” 

He gasped. “We have to do Taylor Swift!” She crossed her arms as a response, but then he gave her the pouty dog face, and she couldn’t resist. “Fine. Whatever,” she mumbled. 

He threw his hands in the air in excitement. “Yes! Taylor Swift’s Enchanted will just be great with your voice.” 

She groaned. “Why is it always that song, Doc?” 

“Because it’s lyrically genius, Shego!”  

……

Jacob had finished his song, and he got an average score of 8 from everyone in the room. Shego had to admit, he was pretty good, and Drakken was right. He would need her to beat him. He pulled her up, handing her a mic as he got the song pulled up on the screen. “Ready?” he asked. 

She looked at his family, and his mother smiled at her. “Yeah, I guess.” 

“Okay, so we’ll take turns singing lines in verses, and we’ll sing the chorus together.” 

She rolled her eyes. “I got it, Dr. D. Just play the damn song already.” 

He hit play, and right away the tune made her tingle. Maybe singing this particular song with him wasn’t the best idea when she was trying to rid herself of her feelings. 

Drakken sang first. 

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

Shego went next, and her voice gave Drakken shivers. He had never heard her sing outside of the shower, and man, how did the voice of an angel come out of someone so devilishly evil? 

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

Drakken’s turn. All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you. 

Shego was getting nervous, but she kept going. 

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room, your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

Drakken noticed her nerves and smiled at her. She wasn’t used to performing like he was, and he just wanted to comfort her. 

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy  

Shego smiled at that line. If that didn’t describe how their conversations went, she didn’t know what did. And all I can is it was enchanting to meet you. I was enchanted to meet you.

The chorus was up next, and their voices meshed together. 

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

They got through the next verse and the chorus, and then there was a small instrumental solo. Drakken took the opportunity to make her smile as he grabbed her hand and spun her. She laughed as she was getting ready to sing the bridge. 

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

Drakken grinned as he spun her again and got ready for his line. 

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

He moved a strand of hair from her face and let his hand linger on her cheek as he sang the next part. Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you. 

She got butterflies as she placed her hand on his chest and went for the higher notes of the words he just said. Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you. 

She got nervous again as the song perfectly described what she could not express in her own words. He picked up on it, and grabbed her hand and spun her again. She laughed as they sang the chorus. 

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

They ended the last part of the song as they stared into each other’s eyes. Please don’t be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you. 

She smiled at him, almost forgetting where she was until the cheers of Drakken’s family members started. The only one not cheering was Jacob, who sunk in his chair, knowing very well that he just lost. 

“Oh my gosh,” Mama Lipsky said. “That was so good! My Drewbie and his girl can outperform anyone!” 

Shego groaned. Here we go with that crap again. 

“It was just a song, Debbie,” Shego gritted her teeth as she sat back down. She looked at Drakken. “I am never doing a karaoke night ever again.” 

He pouted. “But this Friday is the big competition at the karaoke bar!” 

“Don’t care,” she mumbled. Okay, so she was being a little harsh. Only because he made her get up in front of his family and sing a freaking love song with him. What was he thinking? 

Eddie looked at Drakken and smirked at him. He tried to whisper so that Shego didn’t hear him, but his voice carried. “I’m sorry, man. I’ll stop going after the green babe. The chemistry you two have is electric. Seriously!” 

Shego rolled her eyes and stood up. “We’re going home now.” 

Mrs. Lipsky stood up with her. “Now Shego, it’s alright. You don’t need to go home yet. Eddie was just saying that you two are perfect for each other, which it’s true, but-” 

Shego’s hands ignited. “I’m sick of this.” She let the fire in her hands die as she grabbed Drakken by his shirt, pulling him up and crashing his lips to hers. Everyone’s eyes grew wide, including Drakken, who didn’t know what she was thinking. Electricity moved through her body as she kissed him. Yeah, she’s definitely missed the feeling of him. When she pulled away, she looked at his mother. “See? No spark. No electricity. Nothing.” She was lying. It wasn’t nothing. It was everything, but she refused to believe her own thoughts on that one. “So will you drop it now?” 

Drakken's heart sank. Nothing. She felt nothing. 

Mrs. Lipsky smiled but nodded her head. “Yes. Of course, dear.”  Shego grabbed his arm and practically dragged him out of there, but not before she heard what Mrs. Lipsky said to the other members of the family. “They are just so cute, aren’t they? So in denial.”

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Drakken was whistling to himself as he spread mayonnaise on his sandwich. He just needed one final ingredient: pickles. He twisted and twisted the lid on the jar with no use of getting it off. “Nygh! Shego! Can you open this for me?” he shouted, but he was met with silence. “Shego?” Where the hell was she? She said something about going to get a coconut scrub at the spa, but that was hours ago. Surely, she was home by now. “Shego?” After a moment of silence, he shrugged to himself. Who was he to know how long a coconut scrub lasted? He tapped the lid on the table and tried again. “Agrh! Alright, you won this round, pickle jar, but you haven’t seen the wrath of Dr. Drakken.” 

…….

Shego sat at a cafe table with Kim and Ron, who had helped her escape her brothers. “So Electronique used Jack Hench’s attitudinator to turn all of team Go into her evil henchmen?” Ron asked as he took a sip of his chocolate milk. 

Shego nodded. “Yeah, but she’s been locked up for a long time, so she didn’t know that I switched sides.” 

Kim ran a hand through her hair. “So when she used the attitudinator, her plan worked for your brothers, but it turned you good again?” 

Shego nodded once again.“ I tried to tell her, but have you met Electronique? That girl doesn’t listen to anything!” Shego took a drink and started giggling. “Mmmmmm, this is good coco moo!” 

Kim and Ron both raised an eyebrow. “Coco moo?” Kim asked. 

Shego diverted her eyes away from Kim and to her lap. “Oh,” she pouted. “That’s what Drakken calls it. I didn’t-” She paused. She didn’t mean to say it. She usually made fun of him for it, but she didn’t have the ability to be mean or evil right now. Shego couldn’t help the tears from welling up in her eyes. “I miss him,” she cried. 

Kim and Ron glanced at each other, clearly confused. Kim scratched her head. “Well, uh, we could take you back to his lair. I know you’re not evil anymore, but if you, uh, want to see him-” Kim didn’t know what the status of Drakken and Shego’s relationship was (did she want to know?), but seeing Shego cry over not being near him was unsettling. This whole sitch was unsettling. 

Shego shook her head as she placed her head in her hands. “I left to protect him. My brothers are dangerous right now, and I didn’t want him in the mix. I thought if I left, they wouldn’t know where to look, but now that I know they found me-” she cried louder. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do!” 

Ron scooted his chair back slightly at the sight of seeing Shego cry. “KP! She’s giving you-”

“Not the puppy dog pout!” Kim finished for him. “Argh! Alright. You can stay with me.” 

“Yay!” Shego hugged her. Thank you, Kimmie! You’re the best!” Kim sunk a little in her chair. This was weird. 

……

Shego and Kim had bonded since she started staying at her house a few nights ago. Shego sat on Kim’s bed as they gossiped about Ron, Bonnie, and the cheer team. The latest topic of discussion was Steve Barkin’s clear interest in Shego. “I mean, it’s weird, but you should totally go out with him if that’s what you want to do,” Kim said as they were both flipping through a magazine. 

Shego sighed. The personality switch did not make her forget her unwanted and definitely unresolved feelings for a certain blue villain. She smiled at Kim. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Kim frowned. “What’s the matter?”  

Shego didn’t know what to say. She didn’t have any reason not to go out with Stevie other than that one tinnie tiny detail, but why was she even holding on to that? “I uh, I kind of have something with someone else.” 

Kim raised an eyebrow. “You do?” 

“Well, no, not really. But yes.” Shego sighed. “It’s complicated, but I guess it doesn’t matter. I can’t go back to him. He’s evil!” 

Kim gasped. “Oh, don’t tell me that you and Drakken are a thing?” 

“No, I don’t. I mean- no. No. There’s nothing going on with me and Dr. D.”

Kim raised an eyebrow. “Oh come on. I told you all sorts of embarrassing things about Ron. Your turn to spill.”  

Shego shook her head. “You’re so silly!” Kim gave her the pouty dog face, and she cracked. “Oh, alright, but you only get a little bit!” 

Kim smiled. “I’ll take it.” 

Shego smiled back at her. “Drakken and I are not a thing, but we uh, we aren’t exactly, not a thing either.” 

Kim tilted her head slightly. “What do you mean?” 

Shego giggled. “Well, we may have been… uh, physical.” 

Kim gasped and covered her ears. “Nevermind. You were right. I don’t want to know.” Kim let her hands come back down from her ears when Shego started to cry. “Shego?” 

“I- we stopped because- well I don’t know. I love him, but I was always so afraid to say it aloud, but now that I am saying it, I don’t know why I was so afraid to tell him.” Kim bit her lip. The personality switch from the attitudinator might have a little something to do with that. Before Kim could respond, Shego shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. He’s the past. Stevie could be my future. Let’s talk about that!” 

Kim sighed in relief. She never thought she’d be so happy to talk about Mr. Barkin’s love life.

………

Drakken paced back and forth in the lair. He had called her. He had left her 100 messages. Where the hell was she? It had been days, and she hadn’t returned home. It wasn’t unusual for her to leave occasionally he supposed, but there was nothing to make her do so. They hadn’t had a fight. He hadn’t been distracted from evil lately (okay, his main focus had been opening that pickle jar, and by golly he was going to do it, but once it was open, he’d go back to plotting evil schemes). There was nothing that happened that would make her leave. He sighed to himself as he collapsed onto the couch and turned on the TV. Maybe she just got sick of him. But a few months back, she was the one begging to come home. She wouldn’t just leave. Not without something triggering her. 

His anxiety made his stomach hurt. Did something happen to her? Is she alright? Suddenly, the news caught his eye. All of Shego’s brothers, all former members of Team Go, all of them still good, destroying Go City in an evil frenzy. What the hell was going on? He stared at the TV, hoping to catch sight of Shego, but she wasn’t there. What were her brothers doing? The news lady talked about the former Team Go members now being their enemies, but then switched to another topic of the news. “In other news, this device was stolen from Jack Hench Co.” When the picture of the device came up on screen, Drakken’s eyes grew wide. The attitudinator. Holy shit. If someone targeted Team Go members to turn them evil, that would have worked for all of them except one. Shego. She would have turned good again. He quickly stood up. It was time to make a trip to Go City. 

…….

Ron pouted in the back of the car on the way to Go Tower. Kim, his girlfriend, the love of his life, put him in the back seat so that Shego could sit up front. The level of closeness they had achieved this week was just sick and wrong. They were up there giggling about something girly while he was stuck in the back. The giggling stopped when Shego asked a serious question. “After we help my brothers, will I turn evil again?” 

Kim took one hand off the steering wheel to pat Shego’s shoulder. “Well, I mean, if you don’t want to, we don’t have to turn you back.” 

Ron crossed his arms. “Is it ethical to keep someone good against their will?” 

Kim shot him a glare. “It’s not against her will if she wants to stay good, Ron.” 

He shrugged. “No, but it is if she doesn’t know it’s against her will because the attitudinator switched her personality.” 

Kim frowned. He was right. She knew he was right, but he was only saying it because he wanted to get rid of her. Was she being selfish in wanting to keep good Shego around? “Well, we can discuss that when we get all of your brothers back, okay?” 

Shego nodded but then frowned. “I want to stay good, but Drakken. I should probably talk to him.” 

Kim raised an eyebrow. “About your feelings?” 

“Well I-” Shego started but Ron interrupted her.

“Feelings? What feelings?” 

Kim glared at him again. “Shego has feelings for Drakken, Ron. Keep up.” 

“What? Oh, I so don’t need to be hearing this right now.” Rufus covered his ears while Ron stuck his tongue out in disgust. 

Shego smiled. “Oh Ronald, you’re so silly! Don’t worry, sweetie. There’s not much for you to hear as there isn’t much to tell.” 

Kim grinned. “Other than the fact that you used to sleep with him?” 

“Oh gross!” Ron put his face in his hands, and Rufus nearly fainted. 

Shego blushed. “He’s a cutie, isn’t he?” 

Kim faked a laugh as Ron stuck his tongue out in disgust once again. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but please go back to mooning over Mr. Barkin.” 

Shego giggled. “Oh, Stevie! He is such a sweetie! I could look into his sparkly eyes all day!” 

Ron sunk back in his seat. This wasn’t any better. 

…..

Ron hadn’t meant to do it, but once they had defeated Electronique, Ron had the attitudinator, and he accidentally hit Shego with it, turning her evil once again. Shego’s eyes turned incredibly angry as she growled and ignited her hands. Ron backed away slowly, but they were saved by Drakken, who flew over Go Tower with the hovercar. “Shego! I need you!” 

Shego’s face softened as she heard him, and she let the fire in her hands die. He found her. She smiled slightly. “Well, he needs me.”

 She reached for the ladder but not before Kim smirked. “Yeah, and you definitely need him.” 

The anger returned to Shego’s face as she blasted Kim. “None of what I said was me, princess.” 

Kim’s grin widened. “If that’s the case, why are you so mad about it?” 

Shego blasted her again, which she dodged, but Shego kept them coming until his voice once again pulled her out of her anger. “Shego! I really do need you! Let’s go!” 

She threw one more plasma blast before climbing the ladder and crawling into the hovercar. “You’re a horrible driver,” she mumbled as she turned to see the pole he had hit. 

He grinned. “And you’re not nice, which means, you’re not good anymore.” 

She rubbed her temple. “Worst week of my life.” 

He chuckled. “Well, I have a new project for you. It’s called, uh, Operation Gherkin.” He sighed. She was going to lose it when she found out what operation Gherkin was, but at least she was home, and she was safe.

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Shego had had enough of Frugal Lucre. At first, it was fun to watch Lucre annoy the shit out of Drakken (of course, she gave him some helpful tips), but now, she was pissed. Not only did Frugal and Drakken bond, but they were ignoring her. She was even made to be the distraction in their plan, and she was so over it. (She briefly considered leaving Drakken for a while to spend some quality time with Martin Smarty, but she was in no way dealing with his kid.) So now she was back to square one, watching Drakken and Lucre bond and plot and completely dismiss her. Seeing Drakken plot with someone else made her blood boil (not with jealousy- no no, she was not jealous. She was- okay she was jealous). Drakken was hers, dammit, and she was sick of other people trying to waltz in and take him (first DNAmy, then Warmonga, and now this loser). If Drakken wanted to get distracted that easily, then fine, but she wasn’t going down without a fight. It was time for her to play hard ball. 

She put on that blouse- that green blouse that he couldn’t help but stare at everytime she wore it, and she put on a short, black skirt. She smirked as she looked at herself in the mirror. He may be ignoring her now, but he won’t be for long. She walked down the hall and entered the open area of the lair, where Drakken and Lucre were plotting their next idea. She rolled her eyes at Lucre’s words that were completely insane, but Drakken was eating it right up. One idiot wannabe and one gullible genius. What could possibly go wrong? 

She whistled as she sat in her chair, waiting for him to look at her. She whistled louder, trying to grab his attention. She groaned to herself when he didn’t turn around. This is how it’s going to be, huh? She sighed as she got up and walked toward the two boys, who were both sitting by the big screen, looking through photos of what they wanted to steal next. Shego snaked her arm around Drakken and leaned down so that her face was closer to him. “Whatcha doing there, Doc?” 

Drakken didn’t look at her, but he at least acknowledged her presence. “We’re trying to decide our next move, Shego.” Lucre, who had noticed her, got bug eyed at what she was wearing. Wrong guy . Lucre’s attention just made her sick. She sighed as she let her fingers trail Drakken’s arms. What the hell was his problem? This should not be this hard. Drakken looked at her fingers, confused at what she was doing, and when he finally turned to face her, he gasped. “Shego!” He stood up almost immediately, causing him to leave her touch. 

She smirked as he eyed her. “Yes?”  

Drakken looked back at Lucre for a moment, who was eyeing Shego himself. That alone irritated Drakken enough for him to grab her by the arm and drag her into the hallway. “What are you doing?” 

She smiled innocently. “What do you mean?” 

He tried to keep his eyes focused on her face as much as possible, but sweet Jesus, it was impossible not to look. “What are you doing wearing that?” he gestured to her clothing. 

She shrugged. “Does it bother you? I can take it off.” 

She smirked as she reached for the bottom of her shirt, ready to lift it above her head when his hands on hers forced her to stop. “Uh, Shego. I uh-” he blushed as his hands gripped hers tighter. “Why are you doing this?” 

She stood on her tiptoes, bringing her face closer to his. “Because I’m getting real tired of being ignored, Dr. D.” She kissed him angrily, and she got more aggressive as she pushed him up against the wall and kissed him harder. 

Out of weakness, he kissed her back for a moment, but he eventually pulled away from her. “I, uh, but you-” he couldn’t formulate his words. All he could do was look at her. His eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips to her chest to her legs and back to her lips before finally meeting her eyes once again. “I thought we decided not to do this anymore.” 

She ran her hand down his chest and shrugged. “Maybe I changed my mind.” 

His mouth fell open. He had missed her touch with every fiber of his being, but this was toxic. She only wanted him because she was bored, and it frustrated him to no end that he wanted to give in knowing very well what she was doing. “Shego, this isn’t a good idea.”

 She frowned. There was absolutely no way he was rejecting her. Not after everything they’d been through. Not after she put on this skimpy outfit. Not after everything she felt for him. He noticed her change in demeanor and sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just-” ugh, he hated himself right now. There were no words to make this better. 

She pushed him away from her and tried to collect herself. “How long do you plan on keeping this silly charade up?” 

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?” 

She rolled her eyes. “Just forget it. Go back to Lucre.” She turned away from him and walked off, leaving him confused. She smirked to herself as she left him in the hallway. Oh, this was far from over.

……

Drakken returned to his seat next to Lucre with his lips swollen and his mind going haywire. “What was that about?” Lucre asked.

Drakken blushed automatically. “Nothing. She just- she’s going out later is all.” 

Lucre rested his elbow on the desk. “Man, your sidekick is smoking hot.” 

Drakken groaned. “Nygh! Just shut up, Lucre!” 

“And that green plasma is awesome!” he continued, ignoring Drakken’s last comment. “I mean, holy shit, she’s hot and a total badass,” he paused for a moment until the lightbulb in his brain finally went off. “Wait, smoking hot sidekick. Lives with you. Fire comes out of her hands. Dude, is that what the scars on your back are from? Did you bang your sidekick?” 

Drakken gritted his teeth. Out of all the things he could have remembered from their time sharing a prison cell, he just had to remember those damn scars on his back (they were mostly healed and faded now, but that didn’t matter because Lucre had seen them and absolutely knew they were there). “I said shut up, Lucre.” 

Lucre chuckled. “Oh my God. I cannot believe you were able to score with her. No offense. You’re great and all, but she is so out of your league, man.” 

Drakken took a breath in and let it out slowly in an attempt to calm himself. “Lucre?” 

He grinned. “Yes?” 

“Shut up.” 

…….

Shego kept the skimpy outfit on. Mark her words, by the end of the day, Lucre would be gone, and Drakken would be in her bed. He wanted to play hard to get, but he was weak. She knew he would fold; she just needed to give him a little push. 

She rejoined Drakken and Lucre in the open area in the lab, where both of them stopped talking and stared at her. She smirked. She could go without Lucre looking at her like that, but she had Drakken right where she wanted him just by entering the room in this outfit. “Is there anything I can help with?” she asked sweetly.

Drakken raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you want to be helpful with anything?” 

She forced herself to keep her smile. He was right. Just asking the question made her want to gag, but if he was going to be difficult, she needed to change her attitude. She shrugged. “I am in the mood for stealing.” She walked over to him, and rather than sit in the empty chair next to him, she sat on his lap. Lucre’s eyes grew wide, and Drakken’s cheeks immediately grew hot. She faced the big screen, completely ignoring the shocked reactions from both men. She grabbed the mouse and flipped the screen. “Ohh, what about that one, Doc?” She leaned back so that her back was against him. 

Drakken’s mind was spiraling. What the hell was she doing? And why was she doing it in front of Lucre? Even when they were hooking up, they never did shit like this when other people were around, so what was she thinking? “Uh, Shego,” he whispered in her ear so that Lucre couldn’t hear. “ What are you doing?”

She turned her head so that she could look at him. “I don’t know what you mean,” she whispered back innocently. 

The lightbulb went off in his own brain as he finally understood why she was doing what she was doing. He grinned, fighting the urge to laugh. “You’re jealous, so you’re trying to get attention, but it won’t work.” 

She smirked and leaned further back into him so that she could whisper into his ear. “It’s pretty clear that it's already working, Doc.” He raised an eyebrow in confusion, but his face grew red once again when he realized what she was talking about. He had hardened, and that had not gone unnoticed by her. 

Lucre cleared his throat. “Should I leave you two alone?” 

“Yes,” Shego said while Drakken simultaneously gulped a nervous “No.” 

Shego shot Drakken a glare, but he shook his head. It doesn’t matter what she does. Her plan will not work. She doesn’t just get to decide to sleep with him because she’s bored and feeling insecure. “Shego was just leaving,” Drakken finally said as he practically shoved her off of him and crossed one leg over the other in an attempt to hide his excitement.

She brushed herself off and held back the urge to ignite her hands. Instead, she grinned at him. “Yes, I was just leaving. But don’t worry, Doc. I’ll be back.” 

When she left the room, Lucre gripped Drakken’s arm. “Dude! She was so coming onto you.” 

Drakken shook his head. “No. She just likes to be a tease.” He sighed. “Let’s just move on, Lucre.” And so they did. 

…….

Shego was in the kitchen, putting groceries away. (She should have changed back into her jumpsuit before she went to the store, but she hadn’t, and the amount of men she had to put in their place was unsettling). It was fate that Drakken and Lucre had walked in, talking about their plans while deciding what to eat for dinner. She grinned. She had not planned on this encounter, but hey, she can improvise. 

Drakken stopped when he saw her, and Lucre moved his eyes back and forth, watching the two of them. Shego grinned. “I bought cupcakes if you want some.” 

Lucre shrugged. “I could go for a cupcake right now.” The three sat down at the table, and she pushed the cupcake container over to them, but not before stealing one for herself. She ran her finger through some of the icing and licked it seductively, not breaking eye contact with Drakken.

Drakken squirmed in his seat at the table, doing everything in his power not to crack.  Lucre was going on and on about something, oblivious to Shego’s tactics, but Drakken couldn’t concentrate when all he could do was look at her. 

She smirked at him as her foot met his under the table, and she continued with the cupcake. “How’s the plan coming, Doc?” she asked innocently, holding back a giggle at his clear discomfort. She let her foot rub up and down his leg, and he swallowed. Dear God, why? 

He cleared his throat. “It’s uh,  it’s coming along,” he finally got out. Her foot did not stop roaming his leg, and he stood up abruptly, trying to collect himself. “We should just call a pizza, Lucre, and get back to work.” 

Shego frowned. He thinks he’s so tough, but he’s about to crack. She can see it in his eyes. Before she really knew what she was doing, she threw a cupcake at him, the icing landing right on his cheek. “Shego! What the hell are you-” 

He stopped when she came over and licked the icing off of him. “You know, Doc,” she whispered. “This icing could be useful in the bedroom.” Lucre’s mouth dropped as he watched the two go back and forth.

Drakken tensed, but he quickly recovered as he took the icing off of another cupcake and rubbed it on her face. “How do you like it?” he growled. She smirked as she reached for another cupcake, and before they knew it, they were in a cupcake war. Shego laughed as a cupcake hit her chest, the icing sticking to her shirt. She wiped her hand across her chest so that she could smear icing all over Drakken’s lab coat. Drakken gasped. “Do you know how hard it is to clean this coat?”

She shrugged, which frustrated him. He walked into her bubble, attempting to rub the icing on her, but she grabbed him by the coat, pulling him into her as she kissed him. He tasted like vanilla frosting, which made her smile into the kiss. When they pulled apart, Drakken cleared his throat and turned his attention to Lucre, who was doing everything he could to not get messy. “Uh, Lucre, I think it’s time for you to leave.” Shego smirked at his words. Finally.

Lucre, still shocked from what he just witnessed, tried to compromise. “But Dr. Drakken, we have so many plans. Are we just going to forget about-”

He didn’t get to finish before Shego blasted him. “He said leave!” Lucre nodded as he backed away from the two villains and left the lair in a hurry. 

Drakken turned his attention back to Shego. “You have been torturing me all day,” he said as he moved some strands of hair from her face that were sticky from the frosting. 

She giggled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

He smirked. “Oh, yes you do.”

 He lifted her up on the counter, and she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist. “I don’t like being ignored, Dr. D.” 

Drakken kissed her hungrily. “Well, you definitely have my attention now.” 

She smiled as she brought his face back down to hers. “Good.” His lips found their way to her neck, and she let out a soft moan. She began unbuttoning his lab coat, and he helped her take it off. 

Drakken let his mouth drop from her neck down to her chest, where he licked some of the frosting off of her. He smiled when she tangled her fingers in his hair. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered. He didn’t really mean to say it, but it came out nevertheless. 

Her breathing picked up as the tingles from his touch and his words shot through her body. “We should- go- bed.” She tried to say in between her heavy breaths. 

He lifted her off the counter, and they kissed as they exited the kitchen and entered the hallway. Hank had turned the corner, and his jaw dropped when he saw his two boss’ frenching as they kept moving, paying no mind to him as Drakken picked Shego up once again and carried her to his bedroom. 

……

Shego’s head rested on Drakken’s chest as they both caught their breath. He stroked her hair gently, and she snuggled deeper into him. “Shego?” 

“Hmmm?” 

 “You didn’t burn me.” 

She stayed silent. She hadn’t burned him. What was it that Hego said? Control your emotions to control your powers. As it turned out, Shego didn’t have to tell Drakken how she felt to control her powers. She just had to admit it to herself. She kissed his chest as she turned her face into him. Accept it. Embrace it. The powers will take care of itself. She lifted her head and kissed him softly. “I guess the problem fixed itself, didn’t it?” He smiled at her, and she kissed him one more time before letting her head drop back down to his chest as she closed her eyes. 

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Drakken mixed some new chemicals with his brainwashing shampoo, making it a perfect new formula for his new plan. He turned to his notes, trying to remember the next step. “Once complete, gloat with evil satisfaction.” He grinned to himself, but his face quickly dropped when Shego entered the lab. 

“Are you gloating to yourself?” 

He put his head down. “Nygh! No.” 

She smirked. “You totally were! Ugh, you’re a freak.” 

“Fine! Yes, but it’s the final stage of my plan. This time, it is-”

She interrupted him. “Do not say foolproof! Because the more I hear, the more I think it’s anything but!” She turned to walk off, but he grabbed her by the arm and turned her to face him. She couldn’t get a word in before he crashed his lips to hers. She kissed him back eagerly, but she frowned when it ended too soon.

She latched onto him when he pulled away from her so that he couldn’t go too far. “What was that for?” 

He smiled. “For being lippy.” 

She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his face back down to hers. “I should be lippy more often.” 

He chuckled. “You mean, you could be worse?” 

She smirked. “Oh, I can be so much worse. You should hear the things I don’t say, Doc.” 

He rested his forehead against hers and grinned. “I don’t think I want to know.” 

She kissed him and before long, they were undressing each other. He moved forward until her back hit the desk, and he hoisted her up onto it and pushed her so that she was laying on the desk, and he took the opportunity to crawl on top of her. Her arm snaked around his neck pulling his body down closer to her, and she gasped as one of his hands found its way to her throat. Jesus, the way he took control was so damn hot . It got her every time. She leaned her head back and let herself indulge in him.

……..

Shego had taken full advantage of Kim losing her memory, and when she entered the lair with her second bag of cash, she smacked right into another person. She frowned. “Jeez, Hank. If you’re going to be in my way, you might as well help me bring this in.” 

Hank frowned as he followed her out to the hovercar to retrieve the rest of the money, but a sudden grin appeared on his face. “You’re kind of grumpy for someone that has been getting laid a lot recently,” he mumbled under his breath. 

She whipped around quickly and ignited her hands. “Excuse me?” 

Hank put his hands up in surrender and backed away slowly. “I uh, I mean, it’s a beautiful day today. Of course I’ll help you unload the hovercar.” 

Shego growled as she walked up to Hank, her glowing hands by her sides. “Hank!” She racked her brain, trying to figure out how Hank knew what he was implying he knew. Did Drakken tell him? She swears she will kill him if she finds out he has been telling the henchmen about their sex life. “Spill. What do you know?” 

Hank laughed nervously as he looked down at Shego’s glowing hands. He took a step back, but she took a step forward, not giving him any space to breathe. “Nothing really. I just- uh- I saw you and Dr. Drakken a few weeks ago. You were uh, covered in icing.” Shego blushed. The night they got back together. Well, not back together. They aren’t together, but they were- well, she didn’t exactly know, but whatever it was they were doing, Hank saw it, and the very thought made her skin crawl. “That, and uh well, you aren’t exactly quiet.” 

Her eyes grew wide, and her jaw dropped. All of the henchmen slept on the bottom floor. Whose room was directly below Drakken’s? Or Shego’s? Or the lab? The kitchen or the living room? They weren't exactly shy when it came to where they ended up having sex, so the possibilities were endless. Have they all heard them? She felt heat rise to her face in embarrassment. When she didn’t speak, Hank took a step back. “But you know, we all thought it was happening a long time ago, so it’s really not news to us.” 

She blasted him on impulse, causing him to fall to the ground. She leaned down to him. “If I hear one piece of gossip about me and Dr. D, I will kill every last one of you. Do you understand me?” 

He nodded as he gulped in fear. He stood up, brushing himself off before he spoke again. “Shego?” 

She crossed her arms. “What?” 

He looked around, trying to avoid eye contact with her. “Are you two like together or-?”

He didn’t get to finish before she blasted him again. “Just get away from me.” 

……

Drakken had been in too much pain to put on a shirt, so he sat on the couch with just his pajama bottoms on. Shego sat down next to him, giving him a glass of coco moo. She did kind of feel bad for him; he had a nasty fall off that train. “Stupid Kim Possible getting her memory back,” he mumbled under his breath. 

“I hate to break it to you, Doc, but you messed up this plan more than Kimmie did.” She went to rest her head on his shoulder, but he winced, causing her to bring her head back up. She gently trailed her fingers down his arm, scanning the bruises he had accumulated from this failure of a plan. She moved him slightly to get a view of his back, which was covered in bruises. She sighed. She wanted to take the pain away from him. She was the one that was supposed to have nasty falls and fight Kimmie because she was the one that was invincible. Drakken, on the other hand, wasn’t, and the current state of his body proved that. 

She found herself kissing his bruises, trying to make him feel better. She didn’t know why she was doing it, but here she was, trailing kisses up his arm and to his shoulder blade. She just wished she could take the pain from the bruising away from him and give it to herself, but the best she could do was kiss him and hope that it helped. “We should go to bed,” she whispered to him as her lips found their way to his ear.

He smiled at her. “I don’t think I can keep up with you tonight.” 

She giggled. “Not to do that, Doc. You need rest.” She stood up and extended her arm out to him, helping him up. He groaned from the pain. She helped him to his bedroom, and she laid him down gently on the bed, pulling the covers up over him. 

Once he was situated, she stripped out of her jumpsuit and dug in his dresser drawer for one of his shirts. He grinned as he watched her pull his shirt over her head. “Blue looks good on you.” 

She smirked as she crawled under the covers, kissing him softly before laying down next to him. He smiled weakly at her. “You’re staying the night.” She didn’t know if it was a question or a statement, but she suddenly got embarrassed. It’s not like she hadn’t stayed the night in his bed before. It was just usually after a heated night of passion, and she didn’t even think to ask if he wanted her here. He noticed her get flustered, so he wrapped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her into him, trying to hide the fact that the simple movement was causing him an incredible amount of pain. “I want you to stay,” he whispered. 

She snuggled up next to him. This, whatever this is, was new. She didn’t know how they got here. When they were hooking up last year, the only time they ever showed affection was during sex. Now that they were sleeping together again, it was different. Tonight was proof that it was different, but she didn’t know what to call it. Maybe there was no name for it. Maybe they were just Drakken and Shego, and that was enough for her. 

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Shego didn’t know how it happened. One minute she was making fun of the flower on his neck, getting ready to have her way with him, and the next, he was gone, abducted by a flying spaceship. This plot reeked of Warmonga, and Shego didn’t know what to do. Tears welled in her eyes. How could this possibly happen? He was taken by the one person she didn’t stand a chance against. Her first instinct was to forget about it and move on, and if it was anyone else, she would have, but this was Drakken, and she couldn’t live without him. She felt a pit rise in her stomach. She loved him, and she never once told him, and now he was gone. She leaned against a tree and hugged herself as she let the tears fall. Think, Shego, think. 

One thought came to mind. There was one person that would help her get him back that actually had a chance at winning. She hated this plan entirely, but it was the only one that she could come up with that she knew would work. It had to work. She wiped her face and collected herself. She needed to find Kim Possible. 

……

Drakken sighed as he stood trapped next to his archfoe. His mind went to Shego. Was she freaking out? Was she scared? Did she miss him? No, definitely not, and he highly doubted it. His thoughts went down a rabbit hole of when she left him in prison. She didn’t actually care. She just liked the sex and attention he provided her. She was probably sunbathing right now, enjoying some peace and quiet. Only when she felt lonely would she start searching for him. Or would she just give up and get the attention she needed from some other guy? The thought made him groan out loud, causing Kim to look in his direction. “Thinking of Shego?” 

He frowned at her. “Ngyh! How could you have possibly known that?” 

She smiled sadly at him. “Because I’m worried about Ron.” 

Drakken shook his head. “Well, I’m not worried about Shego. Unlike your sidekick, she can look after herself, thank you very much.” 

Kim rolled her eyes. “So we’re just going to pretend you two don’t care about each other? Alrighty then.” 

“Ngyh! Argh!” He pouted. “Are all women this lippy, or did I just get so lucky to be graced with lippy women in all aspects of my life?” 

Kim smirked. “She does care about you, you know,” she paused. “In her own, twisted, Shego sort of way.” 

If Drakken could cross his arms, he would. Stupid Kim Possible- always trying to be helpful- even when the issue at hand does not concern her. “How would you know anything about the nature of our relationship?” 

Kim shrugged. “Because she told me.” 

He gasped. “I’m sorry. What?” 

Kim held back a laugh. “Yeah, when she was turned good by Electronique, she told me all sorts of things.” 

Drakken’s mouth fell open. He knew that Shego and Kim had teamed up when she had turned good, but she never revealed any details, and frankly, he was too scared of getting blasted to ask her. Eventually, he forgot about it altogether, but now that he was here with Kim, the possibilities were endless about what Shego could have told her. “Whatever she said when she was impaired by the attitudinator is irrelevant. That wasn’t her.” 

Kim bit her lip. “Really? Because I don’t see how she could have possibly made up the fact that you two were hooking up when she couldn’t exactly lie.” 

Drakken once again gasped. “Nygh! What else did she tell you?” 

Kim smirked. “Things I wish I didn’t know, believe me.” 

Drakken groaned. “I find you incredibly irritating right now.” 

Kim frowned. “Would you just-” she stopped when she saw something grow out of his neck. “Uh, what’s that?”

“What’s what?” He frowned when a flower popped out of the stem growing out of his neck. “Oh, not this again.” 

The flower moved into Kim’s personal bubble. “Will you control your flower?” 

“Just because it’s on me doesn’t mean it’s my flower! It’s not like I can just say attack Kim Possible, and it will-” His mouth dropped when the flower attacked her, wrapping around her and squeezing tight. “Oh. Well that’s new.” 

…….

The alien robots had Mr. Possible and the buffon trapped. Shego rather enjoyed the show, but she supposed if she wanted Kimmie’s help, she would have to return the favor. Her hands ignited, and she attacked the robot, giving room for Ron and Mr. Possible to escape. When the robot was incapacitated, Shego jumped down to the two men she just saved. “You’re welcome. Now where’s Miss Priss?” 

Both men pointed at the stars, and Shego’s heart sank. If Kim had been abducted too, how was she supposed to get Drakken back? “Great. I was banking on Kimmie to do her save the world thing,” she mumbled. She bit her lip to fight back the tears. She refused to cry in front of these idiots.

Ron raised an eyebrow. “Where’s Drakken?” Shego pointed up at the sky, unable to speak otherwise the tears would fall. “And you wanted to ask KP for help?” 

Shego gritted her teeth. “Do not make me say it.” 

Ron and James grinned at each other. “Oh right because you looovvveee Drakken,” Ron teased. 

Shego’s hands ignited. “Just shut up, and let’s go get them, alright?” 

Ron stared at her hands in fear. “Right. Let’s go get them.” 

James smiled and wrapped his arms around Ron and Shego. “You see, sometimes the heroes and the villains can all come together in a time of need to-” Shego’s hands ignited again. James laughed nervously. “I’ll shut up.” 

…….

When Shego and Ron entered the spaceship, they ran right into Drakken and Kim. The teens ran up and hugged each other. “Sheg-” Drakken started to say. They both had their arms open, ready to embrace each other, but Drakken pulled back. Shego’s eyes glossed over for a moment before she collected herself. They have cuddled. They have been extremely intimate. He has kissed every inch of her, but he couldn’t even be bothered to hug her when she just risked her life to save his? She thought they were- well, it had been different since they started sleeping together the second time around. She thought it had been different for him too, but maybe she was fooling herself. Maybe it had been different because she was aware of her feelings this time whereas she hadn’t been last time. 

“It’s about time you got here,” he mumbled. He mentally kicked himself. He pulled away from her even though every part of him wanted to be near her because well, he really thought she wasn’t coming. He assumed she would have left him here just like she did all those months ago when he was stuck in prison. Seeing her had been a shock, and he had no time to process what exactly was going on between them. 

She looked away from him and stroked her hair in an attempt to calm herself. “Yeah, well I had a lot on my plate.” 

Before anybody could do anything, Warmonga and Warhok stepped into their space, shaking the whole spaceship. “Not so fast,” Warmonga said as she grabbed Drakken, putting him back into cuffs. She wrapped him in a collar and threw him across the room into a see through container. “He’s my prisoner, and you can’t take him.” She looked at Shego and then back at Warhok. “This is the great blue imposter’s battle mate.” 

Shego frowned. “Woah time out. Sure, the teens are a thing, but there’s nothing going on between me and Dr. D.” 

Kim smirked. “Nothing?” 

“Nothing!” Shego growled angrily. 

Warmonga smiled. “Then why were you so threatened by my arrival?” 

Shego gritted her teeth. “I don’t know. Maybe because you’re 9 feet tall!” 

Warhok shook his head. “Denial: it’s more than just a river on the planet which we now control.” 

Shego rolled her eyes as she looked down the hall at Drakken in the transparent shipping container. The look of fear in his eyes tugged at her heart strings, and she hated how helpless she felt. Kim leaned into Shego and whispered to her. “Keep them talking.” 

Shego slowly nodded. “Why are you so mad at him anyway? So he told one stupid lie and wasted like a week of your time. What is the big deal?” 

Warmonga smiled. “When I returned home, I did some of my own research into Dr. Drakken, and because of that, I came across a lot of things about you. Do you know how many people you have killed, Shego?” 

She raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “I don’t know. A few.” 

“57. And that’s the people you can find on the internet. I’m sure there are more.” 

Shego bit her lip. Okay, so she’s killed more than a few people. What is this alien’s interest in that? Ron laughed nervously. “Umm, aren’t you guys killing a bunch of people on our planet as we speak?” 

Warhok grinned. “Yes, but we would never hurt our own species. We are trying to flourish and spread our community.” 

Shego stomped her foot. She was tired of beating around the bush. “What does any of this have to do with me or Dr. D?” 

Warmonga smiled. “57 people, Shego. Some of them scientists and professors, most of them security guards. People with friends, families, and lovers. People that had others that cared about them. You took someone’s favorite person away 57 times.” Warmonga leaned down so that her face was near Shego’s. “I knew you’d come after him. I wasn’t banking on him-” she pointed at Ron, “But I knew you’d show up because you care about him.” She straightened back up, causing Shego to look up at her. “Not only did he lie to me, but he paid you to kill those people. You deserve to watch as the only person you care about dies.” 

Shego’s heart sped up, but she refused to show any sort of weakness. “I don’t care about him.” 

Warmonga grinned. “Really? So you won’t care that I do this?” She took a remote out of her pocket, and pressed the top button, which activated the collar on Drakken’s neck, shocking him. He screamed in agony. 

Shego gasped as her eyes grew wide. She wanted to throw up. Drakken was being tortured because of something she did, and the thought made her physically ill. If she had done her research at all, Warmonga would know that she was a killer long before she met Drakken. She was the one that deserved to be tortured in that shipping container- not him. She didn’t really know how to express that, and she was sick of waiting on Kim’s cue, so she went on the defense on her own. Her hands ignited. “Fine. If you want to play, let’s play.” 

Shego started throwing plasma blasts, and Warmonga pressed the button again, causing Drakken to scream out in pain once again. Shego gritted her teeth. Come on, Doc. Just hang on a little longer. “Shego, look out!” Kim shouted as Warhok went to hit her. She couldn’t dodge it in time, and his hit threw her across the room. 

Kim shot the cord up from her watch, and it latched onto the ceiling so that she could swing around Warhok. She trapped him into the cord to give Shego just enough time to get up and go after Warmonga. She lost to her last time, but she was more angry now than before. Last time, Drakken’s life hadn’t been in immediate danger. Now, she was here, and she was here to win. “You can’t defeat me,” Warmonga said as she dodged a plasma blast. “I’m superior to your kind.” 

Shego growled. “I am so sick of you coming here and trying to take what is rightfully mine. Get yourself your own crazy, blue geek. That one belongs to me!” Shego managed to hit her, and it threw her back just enough so that Shego could blast open the shipping container. Drakken fell to the ground, but he was barely moving. What the hell kind of voltage was on that thing? 

Kim was fighting off Warhok, and Ron was running like hell, trying to find an escape route. Shego ran toward Drakken and knelt down on the floor next to him as she ripped the collar off of his neck. “Doc, come on, stay with me. We’re almost out of here. Just stay awake, alright?” Drakken didn’t move, and Shego’s heart pounded loudly. She so didn't have time for this. She slapped him. Hard. “Drakken, if you don’t come to right now, I swear when you do, you’re going to wake up just so I can knock you unconscious again.” He slowly opened his eyes, which made her want to laugh. Even when he was barely conscious, he responded to her lippy remarks. 

“Shego?” he groaned. 

She smiled at him. “Hi.” 

Drakken groaned in pain. His whole body hurt, and his vision was blurry. “If I don’t make it, I just want you to know-”

Shego put her hand over his mouth. “Shut up. You’re going to make it.” 

When she moved her hand, he smiled slightly. “But you have to know-”

“Doc, you can tell me later because you are making it out of here alive.” 

“I love you.”

It was barely a whisper. She wasn’t even sure if she heard him correctly, but her eyes grew wide. “Wait, what?” She heard a screech from Rufus, forcing her to take her eyes off of Drakken as she looked up to see Warhok hanging Kim by her foot. Shego threw a plasma blast at his arm, forcing him to drop her. She heard Ron yell for her, and she quickly grabbed Drakken by the arm. “We need to go. Now.” 

They ran for it, meeting Kim and Ron by the door as they flew out on Shego and Ron’s spacesuits. Warhok and Warmonga chased after them. Drakken’s eyes grew wide. “My mind is racing. It’s uncanny. I see every detail.” 

Kim and Shego looked at each other. “Of what?” 

Drakken grinned. He had to do this. For her. For whatever happens next because he didn’t want to miss a single second that they could be spending together. He knew that he just nearly died, and he was only running on adrenaline right now, and it awoke something in him. He almost lost her. No more dancing around his feelings just so he can enjoy the physical intimacy. He was all in, and no matter what happens next, he was going to make sure she knew he loved her. If she doesn't love him back, well he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there. But for now, he has to help the world so that he could look her in the eyes and tell her that she was his. “My greatest plan ever.” 

Ron raised an eyebrow. “To save the world?” 

Drakken’s face fell. “Do not make me say those words.”  He didn’t care about the world at all. He only cared about his world: her.

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Drakken and Shego returned to the lair to retrieve his design for the killer plants. She smirked at him as she plucked one of the flower pedals off of his neck. “So you and your little plant potion are going to save the world?” 

He frowned at her. “That’s right! This time, for the first time, victory will be mine!” 

Shego smiled at him. “I really hope you’re right, Doc.” 

He smiled back at her and lifted his hand to move a strand of hair from her face. “Shego, about what I said in the spaceship-” A rock hit his head. “Ow. What the-” Not a rock. Part of his ceiling. 

Shego’s eyes grew wide. “Dr. D, move!’ She slammed her body into his, forcing him to move before the alien robot could hit him. The plant mutation went flying, and Drakken chased it down, nearly getting killed by the robot once again before Shego flew in and grabbed him by the collar of his coat, dragging him out of the lair.

Shego started the hovercar and immediately began to drive. The wind was strong, and Drakken gripped onto his plant potion for dear life. “Can you slow down?”

She shook her head. “No time. Possible won’t be able to fight off the Lorwardians by herself for long.” 

Drakken sighed. She was right, and he found it incredibly irritating that 12 hours ago, he would have loved to watch the demise of his teen foe, but now, he did want to help her. Of course, he was doing it for his own selfish reasons, but he’d be stupid to deny the significant role Kim Possible played in defeating the aliens. He gripped onto his potion tighter as Shego drove into the sky. 

…….

Drakken had used his plant potion on the alien robot technology to obey him and attack, causing all of them to collapse. While Drakken flew the hovercar away from the scene to spray his potion on all the robots across Middleton, Warmonga and Warhok stood shocked for a moment that their advanced technology could be destroyed by flowers. All this did was piss off Warhok, and both aliens went for attack. Shego looked at Kim. “You take care of tattoo boy. Warmonga is mine.” 

Kim smirked. “She really got under your skin, huh?” 

Shego smirked back at Kim. “The only person that gets to torture Dr. D. is me, and it’s about damn time She Hulk over there learns her place.” 

Kim smiled as she nodded. “By all means. Go right ahead.” Kim went after Warhok, leaving Shego to fight off Warmonga. 

Warmonga went for a hit, but Shego flipped over her fist just in time. Shego threw plasma blast after plasma blast, but Warmonga had been able to dodge every one. She smiled at Shego’s attempts to hit her. “Do you actually care so much about your little planet that you would be willing to die for it?”

Shego growled. “I don’t give two shits about what happens to this planet. But this,” she gestured at Warmonga. “Is personal.”

Warmonga smirked. “You really do love the great blue imposter, don’t you?”   

 Shego rolled her eyes. “Yeah. You’re right about that.” She threw a plasma blast that hit Warmonga hard enough that it flung her back. “Now, why don’t you just go home before you end up dead?”

Warmonga laughed as she stood up. “Your earthly optimism is cute, but you’re wrong. You can’t compete with our strength and technology.” 

Shego smirked. “The same technology that got bested by a flower?” 

Warmonga gasped and hit Shego so hard that she went flying. “No one insults us!” Warmonga jumped on  a flying rocket. “For Lorwarida!” She said as she went for Shego.

Shego jumped up, adrenaline running through her body. “Forget it!” She blasted the rocket in half, causing Warmonga to fall into the flowers, trapping her in their tangled web as they gripped onto her tighter. 

Shego met up with Kim and Ron, who were just finishing up with Warhok. “Well that was fun,” Kim said. “But we really need to graduate.” 

Shego rolled her eyes. “And leave us with clean up duty? No way!” 

Kim smirked. “But you really could use the time to talk to Drakken about everything. You know, your feelings and such.” 

Shego groaned. “You really are a piece of work, princess.” Kim gave her the pouty dog face, and Shego sighed. “Just go.” 

Kim smiled, but it quickly faded when Warhok smacked Shego, sending her flying until her back hit a rock, knocking her out cold. “Did you really think we could be taken out by flowers and a couple of kids?” Warhok asked. 

Ron smiled. “I am not a child. Check your calendar. It’s graduation day.” He went after him, but he was quickly knocked down, taking Kim with him. Warhok picked Kim up, and that is when Ron lost it. It was time to defeat these aliens monkey style. 

…..

Drakken returned to the scene to find the aliens gone, their limbs scattered across the road. Draken smiled. Shego did it. She and the Possible team did it. They saved the world. His face fell when he found Kim and Ron leaning over Shego, trying to wake her. He quickly jumped out of the hovercar and ran to them. “What the hell happened?” 

He gasped when he saw her. She was unconscious, and her blood covered the rock behind her. Kim lifted Shego’s head slightly. “She did fantastic, Drakken, but there was an accident.” 

Drakken shook his head and moved his way around Ron, practically pushing Kim from her spot so that he could hold Shego’s head up. He didn’t want to cry in front of the teens, but he couldn’t help himself from sniffling as tears fell down his face. “No, no, no. You don’t get to die, Shego. I did this for you. You think I actually cared about saving the world? All I wanted was to save you.” He repositioned her so that he could hold her entire body in his arms, and he rested his forehead against hers. “Please wake up.” 

Shego could hear him, but she couldn’t open her eyes. She couldn’t respond. Part of her didn’t even want to wake up. Warmonga had been right. She deserved everything she got today. 57 people. She killed 57 people. All of them had someone like Drakken. Someone that they wanted to go home to everyday, and she had taken that away so many times. She had been careless with so many people’s lives, and for what? So that she could have a little fun and assert her dominance? She didn’t want to face the world anymore. She didn’t want to face what she had done in the name of evil. Why couldn’t she steal and have fun without the murder? She always took things too far- she’s always been like that; she supposed she shouldn’t be surprised with herself.  Maybe the world was better off without her in it. 

But then there was his voice in her ear. She could feel his head against hers. She could hear him sobbing, pleading with her to wake up. “Please come back to me, Shego. I love you. I love you so much. Please wake up.”

She didn’t deserve his love. She didn’t deserve happiness. He could find someone else to love him. Someone better than her. Her mind went to their past: meeting him for the first time, losing control when she got so angry with him only to return home two weeks later to sob in his arms, teaching him to waltz, teasing him when they followed Kim on her date, sleeping in his bed when he was sick in case he needed her, the first time they slept together, each time she accidentally burned him when they made love, her coming to terms with her feelings, her leaving him just because she couldn’t deal with those feelings, her telling him it was easier when they were just friends only for her to seduce him a few months later because she was jealous, her kissing his bruises and snuggling up next to him to make him feel better, her risking everything to save him because she loved him. 

Then her mind spiraled to a possible future with him: dancing in the rain with him, cuddling next to a fireplace with him while they drank coco moo, kissing him when he least expected it, going on actual dates with him, telling him exactly how she felt, saying those same words he was sobbing to her at this very moment. And that future was enough for her to fight. She groaned as she slowly opened her eyes.

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Drakken kissed her when she opened her eyes. He didn’t care that the two teens were watching. He didn’t care that he just confessed his love for Shego in front of his arch foe. (Was she really an arch foe at this point? They did just save the world together). He didn’t care about anything other than the fact that she was alive. His kiss was gentle, and she coughed and groaned in pain when he pulled his lips away from hers. He rested his forehead against hers and whispered to her. "Don't ever do that to me again.” 

She smiled softly, but it quickly faded when she coughed again. “Sorry.” 

Kim wiped away a tear from her face as she watched the scene unfold. She and Shego had their ups and downs, but she never wanted to see her die, and she was so glad that she was alright. On top of that, Drakken’s reaction to Shego’s state had made Kim emotional. “Do you need help getting her home?” 

Before Drakken could answer, Shego was trying to lift herself up, her bones cracking all over her body as she moved. “You two need to go graduate," she said as she tried to hide the excruciating pain shooting up and down her body. 

Drakken guided her, helping her stand up. Kim smiled at them. “Thanks.” Ron and Kim turned to leave, but Kim turned back around and wrapped her arms around Shego in a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered in her ear. “Now, stop being an idiot and go tell him you love him.” 

Shego surprised herself when she hugged Kim back. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, princess. Just go get your diploma, and try not to get abducted this time.” 

Kim smirked as she pulled away from her. “I’ll do my best.” 

Shego smiled back at her. “You always do.” 

Once Kim and Ron left, Drakken wrapped his arm around Shego’s waist and helped her walk to the hovercar. “Let’s go home.” 

“Doc, the new lair was destroyed,” Shego mumbled as she leaned on him for support. 

“Yeah, we’re probably going to have to go to my mother’s.” 

Shego groaned- whether that be from the pain or from the fact that they were going to see Mama Lipsky- she honestly didn’t know. “Great.” 

…….

They were both tired when they arrived at Mama Lipsky’s. It had been a long day after all. Once Drakken explained the situation to his mother (and after she stopped freaking out at the fact that her son just saved the world from alien invasion), Mrs. Lipsky offered them the guest bedroom. “Of course, you two must be exhausted! Drewbie, be a dear and take Shego upstairs. I’ll go get some new sheets for the bed.” 

Once they were situated, Drakken and Shego laid down next to each other. Shego tried to close her eyes, but she felt Drakken’s eyes on her. “Yes?” 

He cleared his throat. “It’s just, uh, I’m a little worried since you hit your head so hard that you-” he stopped. He couldn’t finish his sentence. He couldn’t think about it. 

“That I’ll fall asleep and not wake up?” she asked. He slowly nodded his head, and she sighed deeply. “I’ve had worse things happen to me, Doc. I’m fine. Go to sleep.” They needed to talk. She knew they needed to talk. There was so much to unpack about what happened today, but she was tired, and she needed rest before she could have the conversation she wanted to have. 

“Goodnight, Shego,” he whispered as he closed his eyes, but now she was the one with her eyes open, unable to sleep. Her thoughts spiraled. Not only did he get abducted, but he was tortured. He was tortured because Warmonga thought he had her kill 57 people. He paid the cost for something she did. He never once asked her to kill someone. Did it happen when she was stealing something he had asked her to steal? Sure, but he never once ordered her to kill. She did that entirely on her own.

The visual of the collar on his neck shocking him did not leave her mind. Thinking about the way he screamed in agony made her chest tighten.  Was he okay? Did he need medical attention? Her heart pounded loudly, and tears threatened to come to the surface. “Doc?” He opened his eyes and met hers, and that is all it took for her to lose it. Her sobs were uncontrollable as the tears kept rolling down her face. “That collar-” 

She couldn’t say anymore, but she didn’t have to. He knew what she meant, and Drakken’s eyes filled with tears when he realized out of everything that happened today, his pain was what she was struggling with. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Her sobs did not slow down, and he stroked her hair to comfort her. “Shhhh. It’s okay. We’re fine. We’re safe.” 

“She wanted me to watch you die,” she sobbed into his chest. “If I lost you, I-'' She didn’t know what she’d do. If she lost him, she wouldn’t have had a reason to keep fighting. The thought made her clench onto his shirt as she snuggled in closer to him and intertwined one of her legs with his under the blanket. 

He kissed the top of her head. He had no clue what was said while he was in that shipping container, but he did see Shego fight like hell to get him out of it. Knowing that Warmonga wanted him to die and for Shego to see it made his insides twist with anxiety. “I’m here, Shego. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Shego lifted her head up to face him, and looking into his eyes made her feel at home. Those piercing black eyes made her feel safe and at peace, which was funny considering three hours ago, she was fighting for her life against an alien invasion. She leaned up and kissed him softly. “I love you,” she whispered. Her heart was about to explode. She had never once said those words to anyone in her adult life. Weakness was something she never wanted to show, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered except that they were alive, and they were together. 

Drakken’s eyes filled with tears again. She loved him back. Everything he was so worried about didn’t matter because she loved him too. He crashed his lips to hers, kissing her with more passion than ever before. When they had to pull away for air, he cupped her cheek in his hand and rested his forehead against hers. “I love you, Shego.” 

She kissed him again, and before she knew it, he had flipped them so that he was on top of her, and he trailed kisses down every inch of her as they undressed. 

……

The next morning, Mama Lipsky had turned on the TV. The news showed the destruction of the alien invasion. She gasped at the footage of torn apart buildings, homes wrecked and businesses collapsed. There were roads split in half and bodies smashed to bits. Her son stopped that from getting so much worse. Her Drewbie saved the day. She looked at her watch. 10:17 am. She knew she should let them sleep, but after seeing the footage, she just wanted to make sure her Drewbie was alright. 

She quietly walked up the stairs and slowly creaked open the door to the guest bedroom. She grinned at the scene she just walked into. Drakken was shirtless, laying on his back while Shego was wearing his shirt with her head resting on his chest. Her arm was tightly wrapped around his stomach while his arm was snaked around her shoulder, his hand resting on top of her head. “It’s about damn time,” she whispered to herself. She watched their chests for a moment to ensure both of them were breathing, and then she quietly shut the door behind her on her way out. She smiled to herself as she walked back down to the kitchen. Her son was finally getting his happy ending, and all it took was an alien invasion and the near end of planet earth for him to get it. The luck of the Lipsky men, she thought as she whistled with happiness. 

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Drakken sat on the couch in between Shego and Mama Lipsky and across from two agents from Global Justice. “It was brought to our attention by Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable that they couldn’t have saved the world without the two of you, and the whole idea had indeed been yours, Dr. Drakken,” one of the agents said, looking at Drakken. “To honor that, we’d like to pardon all of your crimes and offer you a job working for Global Justice in the science and technology department.” 

Mama Lipsky gasped. “Crimes? You must have the records of the wrong man because my Drewbie would never-”

Drakken laughed nervously. “Mother, could you possibly get these lovely agents something to drink? They did fly all this way after all.” 

She smiled. “Of course. Where are my manners?” 

Once Mama Lipsky left the room, Drakken turned back to the agents. “To be clear, you would pardon both of our crimes if I came and worked for you?” 

They shook their heads. “Just you.” 

Drakken glanced over at Shego, who smiled and nodded at him. In her own way, she was telling him to take the deal, but he had no desire. Not without her. “No. No job. No pardon. No ceremony. I don’t want any of it if you don’t pardon Shego as well.” 

Shego raised an eyebrow at him but otherwise stayed silent. He was being silly. For as long as she’d known him, all he wanted was to be recognized for his genius, and here he was with an offer to do just that, but he wasn’t taking it. One of the agents cleared his throat. ”Do you not realize that she is a murderer and is wanted in 11 countries?”  

Drakken frowned, and he placed a hand on her thigh to help calm himself. “And do you not realize that if Shego had not risked her life to rescue me and Kim, you’d be a slave to an alien right now?” 

“Dr. Drakken, if you could just-” 

He shook his head. “No Shego, no me. Your choice.” 

The two agents looked at each other and sighed. “Alright. You got a deal.” 

…….

At the ceremony, Drakken stood by the podium as two men placed a medal of excellence around his neck. He had asked Shego to be here with him, and she was, but she stood to the side of the stage, letting him have his moment to shine. He looked out into the crowd. On one side, there were all the villains: Dementor, Junior and Senior, Motor Ed, Killigan, and even DNAmy. In the middle, there were people he didn’t know- people that were just there to praise him and recognize his genius. And on the other side, there were the heroes: the Possible team, Shego’s brothers, and even his mother, who Kim took a liking toward.  He smiled as his mother waved at him, and he felt surprisingly overjoyed with the fact that that was the side he was more connected to now. Her family, his family, and hell, even Possible and Stoppable, who they had an odd relationship with, all together in one place. It just felt right. 

He walked up to the podium, ready to give a speech when his nerves kicked in. What the hell was he even supposed to say? Hey, sorry I tried to take over the world so many times, but thanks for this medal? His palms began to sweat, and he felt his heart rate speed up. He needed to calm down. He glanced over at her, and she smiled at him. It helped, but it wasn’t enough. He needed her close, and it was like his flowers read his mind because suddenly they were stemming out of his neck and wrapping around her, pulling her next to him. 

He smiled nervously at her, not knowing if she would be upset at the accidental public display of affection. She gave him a soft smile back as she stood on her tip toes and kissed him. She hadn’t planned on kissing him in front of everyone, but she had spent so long denying her feelings that now she just wanted to tell the world that he was hers. Fuck what DNAmy thought or Frugal or Dementor or Motor Ed or Possible or his mother or even her brothers. It didn’t matter. So what if she had a weakness? If she had learned anything from the alien invasion, it was that they were better together. He was part of who she was now. There was no Shego without Drakken, and she was done pushing her emotions to the sidelines. She was done pretending her feelings didn’t exist. She loved him, and he deserved to know that. 

The crowd cheered as she pulled away. She could hear his mother screaming the loudest, and it made her giggle. She gestured for him to speak, and she rested a hand on his shoulder as he turned back to the mic. “Thank you all for this incredible honor,” he started. He let one hand grip the medal on his neck as he smiled. “I have always dreamed of this- of getting the highest recognition for my achievements, but I always operated under the impression that my accomplishments were mine alone. The reality is, my accomplishments wouldn’t have happened at all without her.” He gestured to Shego, which made her blush. “She pushed me back into my work when I was feeling unmotivated. She pulled me back to her when I was going in the wrong direction. She has saved my life more times than I can count, and when I was abducted by the Lorwadians, she was the one that stepped up and helped bring me home. Without her bravery, we wouldn’t be here today. So while my invention stopped the attack from the invasion, it was Shego, with the help of Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable, who saved us all. Thank you for this award, but please also remember to recognize the contributions from Shego as well as Team Possible.” 

The crowd cheered as they stepped off the stage with their arms linked. Shego playfully nudged him as they walked back to their seats. She smirked at him. “What happened to ‘victory will be mine’ and ‘they will all bow down to me as they recognize my genius?’”

He shrugged. “I guess there are other things that are more important.” 

“Like what?” 

“You.”  She smiled at his words and kissed his cheek before they sat down at their table.

Shego caught eyes with her brothers and sighed. “I’ll be right back.” She squeezed his hand before getting up from their table and meeting her brothers at theirs, sitting in between the twins and across from Hego and Mego. 

The twins hugged her, and she gladly wrapped one arm around each of them. She never really did have an issue with the Wegos- really, they had been collateral damage when she left Team Go. Mego grinned at her. “I see that you have made it back to the right side, sis.” 

She shrugged. “Oh, no no no. The way I see it, a clean slate is the perfect excuse to start a new record.” 

Mego and Hego frowned at her. “But you’re working for Global Justice now,” Mego said. 

She smirked. “Drakken is working for Global Justice now. I, on the other hand, am free to do whatever I please.” 

Hego raised an eyebrow. “Sis, you just saved the world, and now you plan on returning to evil?” 

She rolled her eyes. “With Drakken working for Global Justice, the crimes he could cover up are endless.” 

Hego suddenly laughed. “You’re funny. Let me tell you exactly what’s going to happen. You will want to do evil because that is who you are, but then you will think about how your actions will impact your man’s job, and then you won’t do it. You always seem to put him above yourself, don’t you, sis?” 

She shrugged again. “I suppose you might be right about that one. Should we take bets on how long that lasts?” 

Hego smiled. “How is it going anyway? You know, embracing your feelings? How are your powers?” 

Shego thought of everything that had happened since Hego helped her come to terms with how she felt about Drakken. Leaving him in prison, fighting with him after he replaced her with Warmonga, them deciding to just be friends, her only lasting a few months of that before they slept together once again, her powers not acting up because she was aware of her feelings and embraced it, her letting her affection for him show through even before she told him how she felt, everything that happened during the alien invasion, and her finally telling him she loved him. Her thoughts made her insides tingle as she bit her lip to repress the giggle that wanted to come out. “No more accidental burnings,” she finally said. “You were right, Hego.” 

He smiled at her. “You seem happy for once in your life.” 

She smiled and nodded. She glanced back over at Drakken, who was conversing with Kim and Ron. “I am happy. He’s dorky and quirky and he drives me insane, but he makes me happy.” 

“Good. Maybe he’ll finally straighten you out,” the Wegos said at the same time, which made them laugh. 

She smiled and shook her head. “Oh, no my dear brothers. I’ll get him back on track. I always do.” With that, she got up from their table and met Drakken back at theirs, sitting next to him and across from Kim and Ron, who joined Drakken to thank him for the honorable mention. 

“I’m just so glad you finally remembered my name!” Ron said, causing Kim to laugh. 

Shego rolled her eyes as she placed her hand on Drakken’s thigh under the table. He perked up at that, and she leaned in to whisper in his ear. “After this thing is over, you and I need some alone time.” She moved her hand higher up his thigh, letting her fingers trail up as she smirked. 

He stood up immediately as his face turned red. “Let’s dance, shall we?” 

She giggled. “Later, Kimmie.” 

Kim smiled at her two previous arch foes as they met some other people on the dance floor. “They are so cute, aren’t they?” 

Ron gagged. “I don’t want to think about it, KP. Like ever.” Kim smiled as she took his hand and dragged him to dance with her.  

Drakken picked a song for the DJ to play, and the second the instruments started, Shego knew exactly what song it was. She groaned “Really? Why is it always this song?” 

He smiled at her. “Because I was enchanted to meet you, Shego.” 

She rolled her eyes, but she smiled as she took his hand, and they began to dance. He spun her, and she laughed as she came back around, letting her hand grip his shoulder. As the song played, they continued to dance and laugh. The next time he spun her, she met him again and wrapped both arms around his neck. “I love you, Doc,” she whispered. 

He met his forehead with hers as they swayed. “I love you, too, Shego. With every fiber of my being, I love you.” As the song ended, he kissed her. The world moved with the kiss as everything fell into place. He was getting the recognition he deserved, there were people they cared for surrounding them, and most importantly, they were together. Nothing could ruin this for him. 

She smiled as they pulled away from each other. “Hang on.” She walked up to the DJ to request a song, and when she came back to him, she smirked. “This next song is probably the best song I’ve ever heard.” 

He cupped her cheek in his hand. “Oh, and what’s that?” Before she could answer, he heard his own voice in the speakers. Yo, yo, yo I used to be Drew. One day I turned blue. As a suede shoe or berry, it makes me look scary, then I ponytail my hair. He gasped as he dropped his hand from her face. “You did not!” 

She laughed so hard that she had to wrap an arm around her stomach. She did a mock dance as she mouthed the words to him. My lippy sidekick Shego, she kicks me in my ego. Got some freaky glowing hands, mocks my super genius plans, makes me do my defeat dance. He tried to hide his face in between his hands, but Shego grabbed them, pulling them down to his sides as she laughed. “You’re going to pay for this, you know.” 

She smirked. “Oooh, are you going to punish me, Dr.D?” 

She gave him a seductive look, which made him crash her lips to hers. “Yeah, something like that.” She smiled as she kissed him again. Whatever their future looked like- hero or villain- good or evil- it didn’t even matter anymore. As long as they were together, they could take on the world, no matter which side they were on. And that, she realized, is what love looked like.