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"As for me? Well, probably green too. It reminds me of delicious pistachio ice cream."

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RANDOM TALES OF DRAKGO

Chapter 1-5

Random Tales of Drakgo

Chapter 1 Before

Shego slammed her empty glass down in anger, flipping through her magazine again. There she was—a full article mind you—but still as vague as ever for Villains Weekly. She should be flattered but she was furious. They made her sound like she was a group versus a single person, so when she got any job offers and she arrived for the interview, they seemed shocked. She rolled her eyes and groaned. It was a male-dominated field she was in, so would it kill them to at least put words like, 'She' or 'Her' in the article? She supposed they were trying to not make it seem sexist, but it would help her out a lot more if the moment she showed up to meet with a new job, she could avoid all the inappropriate jokes and references.

"Another, Shego?" asked the female bartender at the Villain's Inn. Shego had become a regular, which wasn't Shego's goal.

"Yeah," said Shego with a sigh. "Did you see this crap?"

"Hey, don't complain, at least you're getting recognition. Most hench-women end up turning into 'villain hoppers' just to get a foot into decent villainy. Sure, there're a few villainesses who didn't have to. You're lucky, you are getting your name out there without having to crawl into bed with anyone," said the bartender…what was her name? Lisa…Deena…Mina.. Gina?

"True," said Shego with an eye-roll. "Not that most of the villains I've done a few jobs for haven't tried. The last one was the worst. He acted like it was in my job description. Uh, no, my contract was for one job. Steal some sort of graphite laser out from someone else. Done. End of the mission."

"How long did it take you?" asked the bartender—maybe it was Deena?

"Knowing Shego, an hour, tops," said the male bartender as he brought over clean glasses. Kyle... Conner... They really should wear name tags.

"Half," smirked Shego, then groaned. "You know, you can be a villain without being a creep."

"Someone send them a memo," said…Casey? "So any new contracts?"

"I haven't decided. I was going to look through the want ads and see who tickles my fancy this time," said Shego as she held up the magazine. "I removed my contacts from here. The magazine did do one thing—it got my name buzzing, so now I have choices. Though I am hoping to find one that pays for a room this time. No offense, but this place is an overpriced dump."

"We know," said the two casually, before they attended the other bar patrons as the regulars arrived.

Shego sighed and flipped through the articles, smirking as she saw Dementor's face on the 'Busted' list. Whoever this Kim Possible was, she was taking out villains left and right.

Good for her.

Shego smirked, glad for once it wasn't some Global Justice punk who was poorly trained or Team Impossible—a bunch of showboating guys trying to act like a GI Joe. She looked at the hiring ads.

Housekeeper. Nope. Side-Kick. Nope. Too long term.

Accountant. Yeah, no.

Henchman. Could be something quick.

Jewel Heist. Easy money.

Assistant. No, that means long…wait.

Shego looked at it again. It had short-term and long-term listed. Benefits. Room. Vacation. That implied more than a month, but it said negotiable. She read the short article and shrugged. There was an asterisk by the article, she flipped back through and found herself reading Dementor's article.

"Dr. Drakken?" asked Shego, so that's who she'd had to out-steal under for Dementor. The name sounded familiar; a past article she was sure.

"Did you say Dr. Drakken?" asked…maybe it was Gina. "I hear he's a bit of a contract nut, really over-complicated at times. Conner, didn't Paulson and Wayne work for him?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess he's the mad scientist type, you know. Keeps to himself, kind of a loner, crazy schemes, odd inventions. Though I guess he's got really good healthcare, he's super picky," said Conner as he filled someone's drink. Shego looked at the clock.

"Hmm," she looked at the article again. "Resume?"

"Yeah, he's old school," said Conner, and Shego tapped her nails against the bar in contemplation.

Negotiable?

Chapter 2 Beginnings

Drakken spun his triangle ruler on his workspace for what had felt like hours. He was looking at his new plan to take over the world. Or rather, his revised 22nd plan, but who was counting?

…His last assistant, that's who. He rolled his eyes. Peters, Pauls, whoever… He forgot their name now. Assistant number four was a total bust, and making a robot to do his work hadn't gone over well. He rubbed the scar on his eye—no not well at all. He'd put an ad in Villains Weekly, but the reality was, good help was hard to find. He'd given thought to just hiring a mercenary, but he didn't like the idea of competing with other villains and most mercenaries weren't exactly secret keepers, contract or not. Besides, all the good ones were always booked.

He spun around in his chair. He supposed attempting to get the things he needed on his own wouldn't be the worst thing. In his beginning of villainy, he'd been able to scrape by.

"Yeah, no," he grumbled to himself and grabbed Villains Weekly's new issue and flipped through it. It had all the latest successful schemes and failures. He'd managed to get in the magazine once or twice, mostly just mentions and shade thrown by Dr. Dementor.

Drakken glared at a picture of said villain and grinned. He'd been defeated by some teenager. The humiliation brought a little joy to Drakken.

He flipped to the ads again and stopped as he glanced past the 'Featured Hench' section—yet another mention of the up-and-coming Shego, who got a whole page this time. Drakken glanced over it. This person had more mentions in the magazine than any other mercenary, hired hand, or henchman than most had had in the last year or so. Whoever they were, they were no longer listed in the 'Hiring' group—probably booked for the next few years. He found his own article and re-read it.

Assistant Needed

Looking for a Full-Time Assistant.

Competitive Pay and Benefits.

Looking for general villain assistance; combat, stealth, theft, and general villainy.

Short-term or long-term acceptable; one-year contract required.

Vacation Pay for longer terms.

Negotiable.

Drakken kept reading. Perhaps he should have spent the extra and just made it more detailed. He only had a few more sentences, mostly talking about himself in a briefing and then his contact information to send the resume.

He noticed an asterisk near his name and frowned as he flipped back through the magazine. He growled and closed it. Of course, Dementor had to throw shade at out-swindling him in getting the graphite laser he needed for his latest magnetization plan.

He grumbled. He needed to figure out something else for his hovercraft in the works. He tossed the magazine and looked around his lab. Several unfinished projects lay around, and he'd started looking more and more at Henchco products—speaking of which, he should go get the mail for his latest recipes.

"Something to look forward to, at least. I hope it's banana nut muffins this week. I need a better recipe," said Drakken. He was used to talking to himself or to his tools. Perhaps he should make something that could respond.

As Drakken mused he was even more excited to see he had been sent resumes for two new applicants in the mail. His excitement turned to bitterness rather quickly. Just two henchmen trying to find work, one a former agent of Dementor's. Drakken tossed it in the trash. Dementor would find a way out of lockup and that henchman would most likely run back squawking all the details about Drakken's devices.

He stopped as he came across a package with a signature request. He hadn't ordered anything, and he had a P.O. Box for anything from his mother. And he was not dealing with her with the mood he was in—it was bad enough he spent his Sundays mocking-up fake clients and radio static. He then remembered this week was a theme week for that. He groaned; why had he done this to himself? He could have simply told his mother he was working with orphans or something in a country far away. She wouldn't have known.

He picked up his phone and dialed the number for the package.

"Are you sure this is mine?" asked Drakken as the delivery person handed him a clipboard. A large box sat in his entryway now.

"You're Dr. Drakken? This is your address?" asked the delivery man. Drakken nodded. "Then, yes, it's yours."

"Thank you for your astute observations," glared Drakken as he shoved the clipboard at the man as he left. He turned and looked at the box. "What is it?"

Drakken shrugged and opened it. There was no return address on it, nor any note. He watched as the cardboard fell away and just stared. He felt like this was some sort of joke, or... He was so confused. There stood the graphite laser that Dementor had taken out from under him.

Drakken was a mixture of excited and nervous. This seemed like some sort of trap. What if it was a trick from Dementor or another villain? He walked into his lab and froze at yet another surprise.

They're sitting at his lab table was a woman, her legs crossed and her face looking a mixture of bored and smug. Drakken had a series of questions filter through his head as he stood there. Where did that laser come from? Who's she? How had she gotten in? Is she green? What do I say? His mind ran a mile a minute, and he kept his face as neutral as he could.

"May I help you?" asked Drakken, keeping his distance as he walked around his lab.

"I believe you're looking for help?" asked the woman as she held up a torn-out page of Villains Weekly.

"I am," said Drakken, and he took a few steps closer. The woman was, in fact, a pale green. "Did you send in a resume? How did you get in here?"

"It's kind of my thing," shrugged the woman. She took a drink of his coffee. "Is this Colombian? I think a resume never does a person justice; actions speak louder than words. Did you get my package? First one's always free."

"You... You sent me the laser?" asked Drakken with a raised brow, and she shrugged. "Why?"

"Well I saw Dementor's little statement about it, and he's not using it. Honestly, it was like taking candy from a baby." She shrugged and stood. "That is the graphite laser you need for magnetization, correct?"

"Yes, it is," said Drakken. He wanted to thank her for it, but he was well aware he had to be skeptical of gifts in the villain world. "How much?"

"As I said, the first one's a freebie," said the woman. "After that, I'm rather fond of green."

"I see that," he smirked, as she indicated to herself. "I usually require a paper resume...but, terms?"

"I don't do long term, normally a standard one-month, one-job deal. But depending on the benefits I may be swayed," said the woman.

"Health. Vision. Three paid sick days. One week vacation, depending on term length," said Drakken. He moved around the desk and opened a drawer and pulled out a copy of his standard contract. "In case you care to read it over."

"Always," said the woman. Her eyes were fixed on him as she took it. Drakken noticed her gloves had claws on them.

"Titanium?" he asked, and she smirked. "Combat?"

"Fashion," she grinned in return. Drakken raised his brow, but by her expression, it was a joke.

"Experience?" asked Drakken, and she rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, did you send a resume?"

"You expect me to steal a laser, ship it, break in here, and type up a resume in the five hours the magazine has been out?" asked the woman. Drakken opened his mouth to agree that was a bit much, but she spoke first: "Because I did."

"Really?" asked Drakken as the woman handed him a thin black folder.

"Hope a functional-grade resume is what you are looking for. I find my skills to be more of an attribute than who I may or may not have worked for," said the woman. "Just to make sure we're clear—I have worked for Dementor in the past. Unfortunately for him, he's a leech, and I don't work for pond scum."

"Hmm?" Drakken looked at the woman and then at her resume. He thought about the laser, and then his eyes fell to her name. "Shego? I'd assume someone of your caliber would be booked with mercenary work."

"I'm very picky," said Shego. "Meaning, I choose who I work for. No one calls me."

"How did I get so lucky?" asked Drakken. He was skeptical, but a part of him wanted to re-read that article in Villains Weekly again.

"I happened to be free, you made a post, I had access to a laser," said Shego. She raised a brow. "Also, I hear you're a stickler for contracts. Not many villains are."

"There are guidelines for a reason..." Drakken glared. He'd been getting crap for his contracts for years, but a written contract, unless amended... He shook his head. "Contracts are often ignored nowadays. We are villains, but we are not savages."

"Six months," said Shego after a minute. Drakken raised a brow. "I don't do a year contracts. In fact, it's normally a month. But I would be willing to do six months."

"I suppose I could work something out," said Drakken. He tapped his fingers on his desk where Shego still sat in his chair. "If I could get to my papers, Shego?"

Chapter 3 Awkward

Shego walked around the lair trying to familiarize herself with her new temporary place of employment. The island was isolated and it was a reality that besides the postal boat, she and Dr. Drakken would be the only ones on it for a majority of the time. The place was also massive, with a series of long halls with secret doors and chambers. Typical villain overcompensation; she added to her list for figuring out her new boss.

Shego found herself in the lab as she heard a noise that turned out to be the graphite laser. She watched as Drakken fiddled with it, muttering away to himself. Perhaps he'd forgotten he'd asked her to start today.

"Dr. Drakken?" asked Shego. Drakken dropped the tool he was working with and hit his head as he stood up. Shego covered her mouth to hide the grin.

"What?! Oh, Shego." He looked shocked to see her there, and his apparent anger faded as he rubbed his head. "When did you get in? I said 7 am, it's..."

"6:58," said Shego. She'd been there longer but why bother?

"Oh, so it is," said Drakken. Shego noticed he looked a little uneasy compared to the other day, but he seemed to shake it off. "Have you had a chance to look over the final contract then?"

"Yes, signed and dated," said Shego. She indicated to his desk where she'd dropped it. "For the next six months, I'm all yours."

"Ah, yes," said Drakken. Shego watched him closely. He hadn't made an inappropriate comment. Point to him. "Well we should get you settled then. It shouldn't take long to get the laser polarizing the metal for my hovercraft. I will need a few things yet, though."

"Am I following you?" asked Shego as Drakken drifted out of the lab. He was still muttering to himself. "Guess so."

Shego followed behind him as he seemed to be ticking things off verbally, things he would or wouldn't need she supposed. She wasn't sure this salary-based pay was going to be better or worse than a single job, as he seemed to be saying a long list of things. She walked casually behind him, waiting for him to say something specific to her. She rolled her eyes as he prattled, but said nothing.

"Right, so here you are," said Drakken as he indicated to a door. They had walked to the other side of the lair. "I had it cleaned, so all you have to do is fill it."

"What?" asked Shego, as Drakken messed with the door handle of the room.

"I will have the handle replaced, sorry," said Drakken as he tinkered with it. Shego gestured for him to move and he did so. "I can get—"

"I got it," said Shego and with a small plasma blast the door came loose. "It needs a new knob now."

"Did you...? Well that's rather...fascinating," said Drakken. Shego saw him look at her hand. "Is that natural or induced by a power source?"

"Natural," said Shego with a shrug. Well as natural as it could be. He didn't look terrified like most—something she would have to work on later.

"I'm sure that's very useful," stated Drakken. She noticed his grin, which he quickly shook off and looked in the room. "Well I'll get this changed tonight then, but here you are. Mi casa es tu casa."

"Mi casa su casa," corrected Shego. She smirked, he raised his brow as she looked in the room. "Is this an apartment? In the lair?"

"Yes, it makes commuting far easier and in case of emergency...I find it gives more privacy as well. There is your own entrance and exit too," said Drakken. Shego noticed him shift a little like he was trying to remain on topic or avoid saying something. She frowned. "Is… Is this okay?"

"Depends. Are you a creep?" asked Shego. She gauged his response: shock, confusion, and then an eye roll.

"No," he said firmly. She shrugged and walked inside her new apartment. "Have you run into many?"

"Unfortunately," said Shego as she looked around. The room held a dresser, single bed, television, and lamp; standard.

"I assure you, I have far too many things to do than harass my assistant," said Drakken. Shego smirked and nodded. "Once you get settled, I'll be in the lab."

Drakken made his way back to the lab and let out an audible breath as he relaxed. Or, tried to. Why was he so nervous around her? He hadn't been the other day.

He went back to his laser and rolled his eyes. He knew why. Having a bumbling assistant wandering around was one thing, but she was not an idiot. She was a sought-after mercenary and he'd managed to secure her for six months as his assistant. The last thing he wanted to do was have her think he was a creep and book it, and he wasn't one. Evil megalomaniac, twisted, conceited, and petty at times. He wasn't delusional about being those things, but a creep he was not. He also didn't need that gossip in the villain community. He smirked as his laser began to glow the proper color.

"Finally, took long enough," said Drakken as he twisted the laser spectrum and placed a test metal under it. "Won't be long now and the hover car will be running flawlessly. I do need a couple of parts, but first the metal. How much fuel do I have from the first test? Uhg! None? How, but when? That idiot Piers or Paul or…doesn't matter, he's gone."

"Do you talk to yourself a lot?" came Shego's voice. Drakken spun around. She sat in his chair watching him.

"I find myself to be great company," said Drakken with a shrug. He waited for her to say something, but she only sat back in the chair. "Unpacked already?"

"I travel light," said Shego. "Anything I can assist you with?"

"I'll have to move the hover car closer after I've stabilized the laser, so if you could get the pallet, that would start the process," said Drakken. He indicated to where the pallet sat. "Do you know how to use one?"

"Why wouldn't I?" asked Shego. Drakken saw her brows furrow.

"Well, I ask, because my former henchman and assistants did that," said Drakken, indicating to a large dent in the wall. He watched her un-stiffen. "It's automatic, but it has a kick to it."

"I can handle it," said Shego as she got up and walked over to the area he indicated.

"All right, so let's test this... Oh...okay, that's not good," said Drakken as the piece of metal seemed to vibrate. With a loud shuffling sound, the round test metal flew and connected with his belt. "Oh come on... Nope... Ow. Are you kidding me? This is not what it's supposed to do."

"Where do you... What's happening?" asked Shego as she halted with the hover car on its temporary lift.

"I seemed to have reversed the polarization on the laser," said Drakken. He attempted yet again to remove the large circular plate.

"Have you tried clipping your belt off?" asked Shego, tilting her head as she walked over to him.

"Can't reach it at this angle. Shego can you turn that laser head and switch the knob to yellow? I'll just have to neutralize it," said Drakken. He saw Shego's eyes go wide. "What?"

"You're going to have me fire a laser at your crotch? Is this some sort kink or something?" asked Shego. Drakken froze in horror. "I mean, it's not the first time I've come across it, but most slide this in at the end of my contract terms...except that one time."

"No, this is not—what?" asked Drakken. He had a serious concern about other members of the villain community at that moment. "I just want this thing off of me so I can finish working."

"Just checking. At least you don't have to go to the bathroom," said Shego as she fiddled with the laser.

"...Why?" asked Drakken. The mere mention of not having to go made him remember the four coffees he'd had that morning.

"Hmm, this isn't going to work," said Shego, flipping the switch up and down. "The toggle is broken."

"Oh, just great," scoffed Drakken. He went to kick a nearby stool but found his leg could only move so far with the plate.

"Calm down," said Shego. "I'll get your belt. You know I usually charge extra for this."

"Excuse me?" asked Drakken. He felt a wave of discomfort hit him.

"I'm kidding." He rolled his eyes as her hands reached around him from behind. "So does it latch or clip?"

"Both," said Drakken. He grabbed the plate. "If you can clip the top and bottom, I can pull this and it will let go."

"Uhm hmm," said Shego. She was attempting not to touch him, but if anyone walked in it would look like she was hugging him from behind. "Hey Dr. Drakken? Fact. I have gold in my claws."

"Why is that... Your claws are titanium with infused gold? So they're magnetic and you're stuck then," asked Drakken taking a deep breath. "May I ask why?"

"I liked the sheen and they were out of diamonds," said Shego with a sigh. "So, how fond of this belt are you?"

"Not too much, but I'd rather we'd fired the laser than you using your nifty powers near my lower half," said Drakken. He knew that was what she was going to do because her shoulders slumped. "Can your gloves come off?"

"Can you pull the release switch for them? It's under the flap of the sleeve," said Shego. Drakken looked down and began fiddling with her wrist armor. "Hey Dr. Drakken?"

"Yes?" asked Drakken, as he felt the clip on her wrist.

"This is awkward," said Shego.

"I agree," said Drakken. He felt shaking. "Shego? Are you...are you laughing?"

"No," but she was.

"I'm glad you find this funny," Drakken grumbled, but he smirked a little.

"Is this going to be a normal day around here?" asked Shego.

"I hope not."

Chapter 4

Observations

Shego walked through the large shared kitchen of the lair. It was late—really late. But tomorrow was Saturday.

Officially her second week with Dr. Drakken was over and she didn't have to work till Monday morning. Apparently, they would be initiating his new device or something. Something about a tick or whatnot. She rolled her eyes. She'd just stolen the plans, she didn't ask why or how it would take over the world. She was sure he'd shared it when he was ranting and muttering to himself.

She looked in the fridge. Not a single thing quick she could pilfer.

He hadn't said anything about food to her and she'd yet to have time to do shopping. That was a lie, she had loads of time. Most of her time was spent sitting around, and watching him work. A few errands here, steal a plan there, jack a circuit, and run to the hardware store for bolts. She shrugged. This assistant work was cake honestly, but a little lackluster.

She opened the freezer and smirked. Frozen yogurt galore. She yanked one out and grabbed a spoon, debating on heading back to her apartment before sitting at the small table instead. On her way there she hadn't seen Drakken in his lab working. So she expected he might be sleeping, for once.

"About time," she muttered to herself.

She honestly didn't know when he slept. When she left he was in the lab every night and when she got there in the morning he was already working on his projects. He was definitely unusual, even for a Mad Scientist or Evil Genius as he claimed. She'd only worked for two others who were labeled like that in the villain world, but they were both weird in their own ways: overly chatty, uncomfortable talking to her, no boundaries for personal space, and normally much...much older.

Drakken was chatty, but mostly to himself. On the off chance he remembered Shego was there, he'd get quiet and mostly mumble. He had no problem barking orders at her or giving her lists of things to do, and occasionally he tried to make a joke about something she had no idea about. He seemed pretty aware of boundaries. In fact if she got too close, he'd take a step or two back.

She realized he kept to himself more than seemed typical. Most villains at least went out and socialized—that's how she had met most of her early clients. Villain parties, clubs, lounges, social events... In two weeks, she'd yet to see him leave the lab let alone the lair. And she noticed that he tended to forget the days, like today. When she said she would see him Monday, he looked confused and then looked like he wanted to say something, but nodded and went back to the...nano-tick thing.

She rolled her eyes and ate her frozen yogurt. She heard the sound of a wave runner from outside.

"It's three in the morning," muttered Shego as she left the kitchen and went to the large balcony on the side of the lair.

In the moonlight she could in fact see the light of a wave runner headed towards the lair. Her brow rose and she put down her frozen yogurt. She was glad she opted to stay in her normal attire when walking around the lair outside her apartment; it felt too casual and uncomfortable otherwise. It was part of her job description to be a bodyguard when needed, so off for the weekend or not, if she wanted to get paid...she needed Dr. Drakken to be alive.

She wondered then...apart from Dementor, did Drakken have any other villain rivals? Most villains did, but only a handful were actually plotting each other's deaths—something she herself was not going to partake in. That's what henchmen were for.

She scaled the side of the cliff with ease, getting close to where the wave runner pulled into a tunnel to the inside of the lair. She didn't know there was an entrance there, and she followed.

She made it just for the door to close in front of her. Now she was a little annoyed that Drakken hadn't told her about this entrance; she'd had to take the stairs, and frankly, they were tedious.

It wasn't hard to figure out it was her boss on the wave runner, so she casually walked the rest of the way as she saw him getting off of it. He was muttering to himself as he did so, seemingly in a pleasant mood. She walked up behind him as he began taking bags off the watercraft, still humming away with delight.

"Do you like piña coladas?" asked Shego as she recognized the song. Drakken yelled and jumped, his apparent purchases flying out of his hands. Shego caught a few things before they fell.

"Shego! What...what are you doing up? Doing here? Why?" asked Drakken as he caught the rest of his almost-falling bags. "I mean, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I didn't know there was a ground entrance," said Shego, deciding to ignore his anger as she gestured to the door.

"It's on the cameras," sighed Drakken. He took a deep breath and began walking up the stairs, then turned noticing Shego wasn't by him. "Are you coming?"

"There are cameras?" asked Shego, a little agitated and a little annoyed.

"...I forgot to show you that," said Drakken. He nodded. "Monday morning, first thing."

"You went grocery shopping in the middle of the night?" asked Shego, walking up the stairs behind him.

"No, I went shopping earlier. I went out in the middle of the night," said Drakken. He gave Shego a strange look. "You know I've yet to see you leave apart from missions. You should get out more."

Shego shook her head in shock as Drakken shrugged and walked up the stairs casually. I need to go out? Her last two weeks played back in her head. Had she pegged Drakken wrong? Did he have a social life? Was he playing her? Where had he gone? He didn't smell like alcohol, so clubbing hadn't happened. His clothes weren't a mess; a little wet from the wave runner, but that meant no casual evenings with someone. She was both intrigued and confused.

"I will figure you out," said Shego with a smirk, "Dr. Drakken."

Chapter 5

Music

Drakken drove the hover car in deep silence. This was not supposed to be how the day ended, and honestly, he felt like he had embarrassed himself in front of Shego. They'd only been working together for three weeks now, and their first big plan had been foiled by a teenage cheerleader and her bumbling sidekick, who apparently couldn't even remember the name 'Dr. Drakken.' He glared at that even harder. How hard was it to remember that? He knew their names: Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable. Well, two could play at the game, Stoppable...

His thoughts fell flat as Shego shifted awkwardly in the seat to his left. Maybe putting the steering column in the middle wasn't the best idea, but it was the only way they could keep the craft balanced.

"So, that didn't go as planned," said Drakken. Shego's eyes flared and she nodded as she looked over the edge. "How's your eye?"

"I'm fine," said Shego as her hand reached for her eye.

"You..." Drakken was cut off.

"You don't have to fill this awkward silence with chatter," said Shego. Drakken nodded.

He drove on. It was probably one of the most awkward drives of his life. He wanted to get to know her a bit better considering they resided in the same lair; her apartment was on the other end of the living quarters, but they would be working together for six months. Six awkward months. They were strangers, and she seemed hell-bent on keeping it that way. At least the distance between him and his past assistants had been from his end. More often than not, they shared far too much about their lives with him. So much so, he'd banned them from the lab. Something was unsettling about living with a stranger, working with a stranger... He was starting to see why she only did one-month contracts. She seemed to not like company at all.

"Mind if I turn on some music?" asked Drakken. He was being courteous. She shrugged.

"Knock yourself out," said Shego through a grumble.

"Thank you," he said and turned on the radio.

Shego idly watched the landscape as Drakken bumbled with the radio. What had she been thinking... A six-month contract? Really? Just because he didn't come off as a creep... She glanced at him and shrugged.

At least he wasn't a creep.

Too many villains had turned out to be just that: over-egotistical, dramatic, creeps. She could live with egos, with drama, with whiny demands, and with full-blown temper tantrums...but she couldn't deal with creeps. It was hard enough being in a male-dominated field. Your boss making sexual advances and suggestions was not something she could tolerate. She kept her distance for that reason. No ties, no connections. Job done. Gone. She heard music and sighed. At least the radio was working. She found her foot tapping to the beat; she knew this song. She was almost going to hum along, but instead, she heard the music go up a bit more, and then the person next to her began singing.

"It's my life. And it's now or never..." Drakken sang along as if he'd forgotten she was even there. Normal, really.

She looked at her blue boss next to her, singing without a care in the world to Bon Jovi. She was waiting for him to remember she was there, so she turned. He glanced at her in mid-verse. Her raised brow did nothing to discourage him. In fact, he shrugged and nodded to her still-moving foot, as if indicating that she should join in. Shego shook her head and looked back over the edge. He sang on, and she just stayed silent. The next song came and she thought he'd stop, but he sang on... Her brow shot up. Was he rapping? She spun in her seat and just stared at him.

"We ain't nothing but mammals, well some of us are cannibals…" he sang.

"Are you seriously singing Slim Shady?" asked Shego as Drakken continued the verse.

"It's not singing Shego, it's poetry to a beat and tempo," he said before continuing on. "Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records..."

"This is happening," said Shego. She heard herself snort, and didn't miss the smug grin on Drakken's face. The signal changed.

"Oh," said Drakken and he fiddled with the buttons. A different song started. "Well, this will work... "This is the story of a girl. Who cried a river and drowned the whole world…"

"You know, you're actually pretty good," said Shego. Drakken shrugged and kept singing. He nodded towards her tapping foot again.

"Your clothes never wear as well the next day. And your hair never falls in quite the same way…" he sang confidently. Shego listened a little bit more and found herself muttering.

"This is the story of a girl…" Shego sang quietly.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" asked Drakken. Shego glared at him but he sang louder.

"Who cried a river and drowned the whole world," said Shego loudly, "And while she looks so sad in photographs. I absolutely love her, where she smiles."

Twenty minutes later and Shego could barely keep it together as Drakken finished singing a Backstreet Boys song with as much dedication as a band member. She'd been on board for half the song, but her fighting laughter had gotten in the way of continuing to sing along with the radio. At one point two songs had blended and in a moment of weakness she sang the other song, and he matched tempo. She was actually a little let down as they pulled into the underground of the lair.

"You know Shego, you should consider going to a Friday night karaoke with me," said Drakken. "It's a blast, and there's always free appetizers."

"Karaoke," said Shego. She looked at the grinning man next to her and scoffed. "That's where you go? You go to karaoke."

"Ohm, when I get around to it," said Drakken. She saw his smile fade quickly and he frowned. "Not every Friday or something."

"I'm not the karaoke type," said Shego with a shrug.

"Nonsense, Shego. Everyone can karaoke. Some shouldn't...but they do. Karaoke on Friday is not a competition," said Drakken with a smirk. As the moment drew on, his grin broadened. "But I would win if it was."

"Someone's a little conceited," said Shego with a smirk. She shrugged. "Maybe."

"Free appetizer, entertainment, half-off drinks," said Drakken. She shrugged again. "You're a decent singer so..."

"Decent?" asked Shego with wide eyes. "I think I'm better than decent."

"I mean, you're better than most there," said Drakken. She saw him smirk as they headed inside. "But not me."

"Did you just throw shade?" asked Shego as Drakken casually walked into the lair. He turned around and shrugged.

"Slim shade..." He walked out of view.

"Oh my..." Shego scoffed and smirked. "Okay, I see how it's going to be."

TO BE CONTINUED (Link above For More While Waiting to Post the others here on Tumblr)

[deep-spacediver577]

This has been on my mind since the new year, but I lacked the socializing power to ask until now...

Big question! Is there shipping week events for KimRon or Drakgo? I've seen other fandoms have these 7-5 day shipping prompts once a year, and it looks fun. I've investigated the KP fandom and found nothing exactly like it.

I want to contribute in my own way. But I'm too anxious to host such events, and I'm just hoping such an event exists with one of these cute couples. Or maybe I've been living under my rock of a blog...

[rosetyler42]

Here's a mixed bag of some crossovers I found while looking through my Sorting folder that I don't think I ever posted here!

1. Bendy meets Bendy! I did this gag after watching Everyone Knows It's Bendy and thinking it'd be funny if Fosters Bendy tried to frame Bendy for a crime yeah didn't commit (considering what else Bendy's been through.) Possible WIR-Verse or an AU where Bendy and friends ended up at Fosters after the studio's closure. As @lovelylivelyv said, Bendy's definitely gonna give the guy the scare of his life for this.

(Side note: While Foster's Bendy is a terrible lil shit as a character, Animation-wise I LOVE how he can go from very malicious to over-the-top innocence.)

2. Reuben and Jackie Khones! Two somewhat lazy, wise-cracking, sandwich-loving cartoon characters I could definitely see getting along. (Outside of their treatment of Wilt. Unlike Jackie, Reuben would see no reason to pick on a nice guy like Wilt, that's like kicking puppies.)

3. XD A hilarious WIR-Verse bit inspired by The Big Cheese. Somehow, Cheese wandered into Bendy and the Ink Machine without getting killed and most likely only got spooked by Sammy singing about Sheep. Don't ask how he made it in there, but Alice will definitely return him back to Fosters unharmed.

(Though...maybe tied up gagged to stop the annoying constant screams and running off. XD Alice might be a mom, nicer and far less murderous than Susan, but...she's a toon with some skewed thinking and would still find Cheese annoying. Even of she doesn't want to KILL him.)

4. Another in the "Don't ask how this happened" column: Bugs offering to help fellow hounded underdog Boris the Wolf deal with his "Angel Dame" problem.

5. This one came from the similarities and contrasts between Coraline and Destination: Imagination. Considering Coraline's experience was with a child-eating demon and The World was just a child looking for a friend (and the Beldam luring her in and spying on her with a doll) I thought it'd be interesting to have these two meet.

6. Some Coraline v Vanellope argument about Vanny leaving Sugar Rush for Slaughter Race. Both girls are in some ways important to their games and very adventurous, clever, and rebellious. But Coraline's learned what running off to live in a fantasy world and leaving family and responsibility behind can mean, what disasters that can bring, and doesn't want Vanny to make the same mistake. Whereas Vanny sees herself as just another racer, bullied her whole life and thought if as just a mistake, who doesn't really fit in there and feels meant for other things.

9. XD Here's an amusing AU: What if Coraline met Pinky and the Brain in the Other World somehow, thinking they were Other World mice since they could talk like she first mistakes the cat? Brain and Pinky most likely were on some take over the world scheme but I could see them trying to help this girl not get eaten by an obvious predator. Bonus, added by a question from @lovelylivelyv : Coraline actually wouldn't be thrown much by Brain's obvious spelling out of his identity and intentions. It's not the weirdest thing she's heard that day, and she might assume he either means THIS world or Her real world, whichever one she doesn't like more when he says it. Which...might bother him a bit, even as much as he appreciates the child's intellect.

7+8 I love the idea of Ki from "Mars Needs Moms" and @lovelylivelyv and I's version of Alice meeting. Two old-timey style characters somewhat unfamiliar with contemporary human culture but with a fascination with color and plants though growing up in a barren mono-color world. 7 shows Ki modified her color tags for the Cycle as a gift for Alice, while Alice shows an excited Ki a flower she grew herself.

10. Some messing around with Pinky and the Brain and my Drakgo shipchild OC, Lily Lipsky! Inspired by Two Mice and a Baby and the History song. I know Brain's not really good with kids normally, but with Lily being a evil genius child prodigy with intentions for World Domination who actually seems to LIKE him and UNDERSTAND his lessons...I feel they'd get along pretty well. Bonus: Pinky as usual, not paying attention and staring at a picture of Pharphignewton as a shout out to @lovelylivelyv 's ship.

@chytag @candyheartedchy (Ok, I know you're not into Reuben anymore and Jackie's an enemy, but I did draw Reuben and Bugs here.) @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @serial-serializednovelreader @heartsong1994 @sammy-lawrence-my-beloved @gothicthundra @midnightcaptions @sweet-or-sarcastic @flowery-laser-blasts @inkiedraws @inkhyaena @inkspottie @inkwelldevil @thedopedemon @thedobermutt @thedemonsurfer @themangolover724 @blo0st4r

[gofordrakgo]

Persistent

Persistent: “Continuing firmly or obstinately in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition"

(Drakgo Drabble #94)

She’d rejected the weird blue loser outright, the first time he’d asked. The second time she’d practically shoved him down a flight of stairs. Still, he came back a third time, the same stupid wannabe evil smile on his scarred face. 

He’d scurried off at the first flare-up of her plasma. Her first flare-up in the months since she’d escaped Go City. 

And now, lying on her doorstep, was a pair of claw-tipped gloves and a note. “For my future partner in crime — Dr. Drakken.”

She burned the note, though she couldn’t disregard the fact that the gloves fit perfectly. 

[askdrakgo]

"Send us questions, or else!": Ask a Question

[antstafer]

WIP frames from update #6. Line and color work has begun.

[bcbdrums]

How about #10 for Drakgo for the ask game?

10. How do they deal with the other’s family?

ohhhhh this is a fun one! drakken has to deal with the death stares of hego at every family gathering. hego wants to both arrest drakken, and shove misplaced blame on him for shego going evil (when hego knows full well that's not it). mego meanwhile criticizes the lair's decor and the wegos (rather like jim and tim) are being teen boys. raiding the fridge, going around touching everything, probably blow a hole in the side of the lair before the visit is over. drakken...finds all of this maddening. but the worst is actually shego's attitude about it all. because she's going around blaming him for the family even being there, and basically putting all of their bad behavior on him. it's a lousy time had by all. mama lipsky is kiiiinda easier to deal with, except she's somehow everywhere at once. no privacy, and she finds those backhanded mother in law ways to criticize everything from shego's hair, weight, makeup, attire... all this of course after the engagement is official. one of those situations where shego is perfect until and then all of a sudden there's a million and one things that shego needs to change before she's good enough for drewbie (oh my this is sounding like a fic i wrote LOL). and shego puts up with it by....angrily leaving. and telling drakken to get his mother out of there. the best solution is....when ALL of them get together. mama lipsky then has a new fixation of trying to tell her new sons-in-law how to self-improve and live their lives, which leaves shego and drakken off the hook a little bit. hego adores mama lipsky of course but is confused by all of the faults she finds with him. mego is annoyed but will go shopping with her because she's buying of course. and the wegos, oh yes, they'll do anything for 'auntie lipsky' because they get presents. what an...interesting...family situation.

thanks for the ask!!

[yesimacreepweirdo]

What do my two favorite ships have in common? Well there's that evil, quirky guy you can't help but love. One is open about being evil while the other keeps that part hidden from the rest of the world.

And then there's the sarcastic, badass, woman in the relationship that deserves the world, even if she doesn't believe it.

I will die on my Drakgo and Debster hill. The best ships to ever grace my existence. If you want me to talk, just ask me about these crazy goofballs.

[fictionkinfessions]

So I was talking to a non kin friend (who doesn’t know I’m kin) about Kim Possible and how I ship Drakken and Shego over Kim and Shego. One of the main reasons being my canon of course. But also Kim is in high school and Shego is in her late twenties/early thirties as confirmed by show runners.

My friend definitely understood that one because like don’t ship teens with adults that’s weird. Then she asked me if Kim was canonically around Shego’s age or vice versa, if I would ship Kim and Shego together. I said kind of, but I’d still ship Drakgo more. She got a little upset saying how dare I not choose the lesbians first.

Now to add, we are both afab, and somewhere on the wlw spectrum (I’m pansexual and she’s a lesbian) and it’s like girl I know we joke like ew men but not in this case. It’s my canon and I had no idea how to express it to her without having to explain everything about me being kin. I was straight in my Shego canon, and I just happened to fall in love with Drakken.

She also brought up the point of Shego always being annoyed with Drakken. And like yeah sure at first it was a general annoyance, but he paid me well and treated me right so where else as a villain was I going to get a better job? And the more I spent with him, it turned into being annoyed at myself for failing for him, though I’d play it off as annoyance at him so no one would notice my feelings for him.

This is basically a long winded rant about how tired I am of talking about my canons with people who aren’t/don’t believe in kin/past lives because I can’t bring that up as a point against them and it’s frustrating. Like I get why you think certain things based on how the sources show things, but I lived this shit, so I do know more about how this character thinks than you think I do.

Anyways that’s the end of my rant okay bye.- Shego 💚🖤

[gothicthundraog]

UHG! About TIME! Here's is a new update! Since there seems to be issues with FFn at times. I am posting the whole chapter below as well.

Facades Part 2

The muffled sound of ticking from under his glove was the only sound Drakken heard as he buried his head further into his folded arms on the table. He didn't know how many ticks had passed since he gave up, but he knew it was not accomplishing anything. He lifted his head slightly to peak over his arm at the source of his frustration and slump.

The torn apart and put back together “Mood-Ring” sparkled in the slightly askew lamp on his desk. He glared at the ring and the scattered papers and notes that surrounded it. There was something missing and he couldn't figure it out. He had mapped out all of the original notes he'd been given, attempted to build his own and try and even improve upon it... but nothing. There was a code, a pattern, or some small programming that wasn't to be found. If he could figure out that small missing piece... he could duplicate, improve upon, and get a good chunk of change from the government agency who'd asked him to take care of this to begin with.

Stupid ring.

The ring in question vanished in front of his eyes and he shot up to see Flower had chucked it into the trash bin.

“Hey! I still need to work on it!” snapped Drakken as he yanked it out of the bin.

Flower turned towards him before knocking it out of his hand again.

“Stop it!” yelled Drakken as he picked it up and glared at the floral appendage, “I'm not taking a break, I need to get this done--”

He was cut off by a gurgling sound from his stomach and Flower mocked wilting as it fell to the ground dramatically. Drakken looked at the ring in question and dropped it on the table before conceding to the thought of a delicious pickle heavy sandwich. Perhaps not focusing on the different way in which he wrote numbers in his notes to avoid the ring would help him figure out his problem. Before he knew it, he was in the elevator and humming to himself about what he was going to put on his sandwich for lunch rather than working.

“Flower, do you think turkey or chicken... Oh! I think we have some leftover roast beef,” grinned Drakken as the sliding doors opened, and swiftly made his way to the refrigerator, “Yes! A delicious roast beef sandwich with some tomatoes and some-- You are not dehydrated, stop making a mess!”

A splash of water from the sink alerted him to Flower's antics before he looked to see his floral appendage basking in the now turned on sink.

“You better clean that up,” scoffed Drakken as he began making his sandwich.

Flower turned his petals to him and then jerked towards the window. Drakken followed Flower's gesture to look out the window to see two of the henchmen mopping the landing while the flowering vines outside played keep-away with a few of the cleaning products.

“Just because the henchmen—staff is cleaning today, does not mean its okay to make a mess,” corrected Drakken as he turned back to his own clear mess.

“Dr. Drakken--”

Drakken yelled as he was startled and nearly knocked over the pickle jar. He turned to glare in the direction of the doorway where Hector stood holding two large trash bags.

“What?” snapped Drakken before a slight splash from Flower made him take a deep breath, “Yes, Hector.”

“Sorry to startle you boss, but did you want us to quick clean the lab before we head out?” asked Hector, “Lucius was going to ask earlier but you looked really focused at the time.”

Drakken recalled a brief moment where he thought he'd heard someone in the lab, but he had been counting how many ink dots he had on his desk at the time. He cleared his throat and gave Hector a slight nod.

“That should be fine, just make sure to steer clear of my work area--” Drakken looked at Flower, “and leave my trashcan alone in case I need and discarded notes.”

“Will do,” said Hector as he turned to head towards the door.

Drakken looked back at his sandwich and the water splatter.

“Hector!” Drakken called.

“I'll make sure to stop back in here before we go,” said Hector as he leaned in the doorway.

“Thank you,” stated Drakken as he went back to making his food as Hector vanished.

There was another splash of water and Drakken rolled his eyes as he sat down at the island counter to eat. He was a solid three bites in before his mind fell back to the 'Mood-Ring' and he let out an audible groan as his thoughts ran. Focusing on the part that was missing, he began to wonder if that was intentional. His chewing slowed as he considered this... if he had to give any of his working to someone else, even if it was willingly... he would omit information himself. Perhaps the reading materials provided was purposefully outdated... though considering the ring had been stolen prior... it could have been altered.

He took another bite.

“Hmm,” he hummed to himself, but he thought back to the ball in which they had acquired it, “There was a lot of bugs in it even when Shawna said she stolen it from an ex...”

He trailed off in thought before his words caught up to him.

Bugs. Stolen from an ex... could it be.”

Drakken dropped his sandwich and made his way to the nearest computer in the other room. With all the coincidences that had occurred months ago and the agreement that it was in fact a very small world. The papers he had received specifically never listed who had been working on the projects, especially the ring... a ring specifically geared at moods... Drakken stopped typing and shook the shiver down his spine at the horrible nightmare inducing memory of the Moodulator. He needed to confirm what he now realized should have been an obvious theory and looked up Shawna's name... and then a different search... and then another... and then finally opting to simply look up Dr. Bortel and any press images.

Then he found it... the very confirmation he'd needed.

In an image date over a year ago and surrounded by other scientists and their company stood Dr. Bortel with Shawna next to him.

“Eureka!” yelled Drakken, “You see that Flower, this confirms it. There is no way he would have willingly given me information about his work on the 'Moon Ring'... But this means if I can find the old notes I had on the Moodulator... I could possibly compare the programming--”

Drakken was cut off as Flower made animated swirls and then used the vines to mimic something going wide. Drakken grimaced as he knew exactly what Flower was indicating.

“That was several lost lairs ago, wasn't it,” he hummed, “Well perhaps I could play nice and give him a call?”

The thought was literately knocked out of him as Flower thumped him in the head. Drakken shoved Flower away from him and sighed. He rolled his eyes at his own hubris at thinking a call would warrant him any response other than a laugh and a hang up.

“What to do, Flower, what to do?” Drakken began pacing the room, “Calling would do nothing, and even if I called about missing information and complained to the agency... it would make it sound like an excuse.... yes, I know it is in fact an excuse... I've tried everything and while there's not exactly a time crunch, its so bothersome that I cant focus on anything else.”

On his fifth muttering pace around the room, Drakken mulled over a new but familiar thought.

“I could just... go take the information,” Drakken hummed. Flower straightened, “I mean... technically... it should already be in my possession.”

Flower made a swaying motion and Drakken fought the smirk.

“I know where all his labs are... and its not like I'm doing any... evil or something,” snickered Drakken. He cleared his throat, “It's morally gray at best.”

Flower began pulling him towards the hall leading to the elevator. Drakken resisted as a small waive of unease hit him.

“No... I shouldn't... I mean I could easily wait to talk this over with Shego, perhaps a simple hacking--” Drakken was cut off as Flower folded two petals as if they were an eyes-mask over his center and made a laying motion, “Yes, she is supposed to be relaxing, I know. I didn't mean we had to do that right when she got back.”

Flower floated upwards again and then made a defeated and wilted motion and slowly sunk to the ground. Drakken rolled his eyes at the the slumped form of Flower on the ground. He didn't need the antics to add to the spinning in his head. It could wait until Shego was back... it could wait a few days... it could...

“I could just do it now,” said Drakken under his breath. Flower jumped off the ground, “I could be there and back before Shego even returns.”

Flower swirled around him.

“I could be there and back and half way done with that silly Mood-Ring!” grinned Drakken. Flower shook his 'head' back and forth and Drakken scowled, “I could at least get there and back.”

Flower nodded and began pulling Drakken down the hall again.

“Will you knock it off, I can walk thank you very much,” Drakken swatted Flower away and began walking towards the elevator before slightly running, only to be carried away by vines, “Fine! But I'm driving!”

While Flower used part of his vine to escort Drakken to the other available hover vehicle, the cleaning crew had finally made their way down to the lab to do some routine scrubbing. As they did so, Drakken's left behind phone went off a third time.

---

Shego's mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions as she flew the hovercar over the dark ocean waters. Less than an hour ago she had been relaxing after a much appreciated message and idly chatting with Adrena in a mud bath. A stark contrast to the current moment where she was racing to a supposedly secret facility on a rescue mission while Adrena held a forced casual conversation with a swamp monster. She'd stayed quite for the most time, mulling over what Gil had told them.

It was a long story that had started back to Junior's party in Croatia... and it had both answered questions and created others. Shego had noted how odd Camille had acted in that facility and even thought she'd seen her take something before being chased by who they now knew as Gil. According to what had yet to be determined as reliable truth, Camille had in fact taken something. The facility they had visited on that island had been a place where studies on fish mutation had occurred. Which had come about dealing with Camille's family business.

In what sounded like Camille, this had led her to blackmail her father back into the family. Which explained the heiress returning to press and media images, and pulling away from the Villain world... so it had appeared. If Gil was to be believed, he had been keeping tabs on them since the Croatia incident. In doing so, he had been attempting to get into the Leon's Main Distribution facilities and it was during this he'd heard about where they were supposedly heading. A place he claimed he couldn't access but knew Camille was being held... that the recent images of her was a doppelganger. To most, it would sound far fetched, but she had her own speculations where Camille's original plastic surgeon got what gave her the abilities to shape shift and how disturbingly easy money and lack of morals can get a cloning machine.

“Why were you even trying to get into the facility?” asked Adrena, and Shego zoned back in.

She glanced to resisted Gil's casual demeanor, sour.

“To fix this,” he gestured to himself, which no longer resembled the swamp monster they'd been fighting, but the young man that had been stalking them all, “Apparently experimental medicine and re-exposure more than once had some unwanted effects.”

“The scaled and red eyes are a little... freaky,” grimaced Adrena.

“Exactly,” he smirked and resumed his casual demeanor.

Shego noted the brief look of disgust across his face as he looked at his normal human hands.

That's not my business.

Shego glanced down at her phone which lay where she had placed it after attempting to call Drakken a third time. She had gone from angry at him not answering to currently feeling uneasy. In trying to better understand what she had clearly chosen to get into, she began more probing questions.

“Alright, I have some recap questions,” stated Shego, “You ended up in Croatia--”

“Uhg, like I said,” groaned Gil, “I was trying to figure out a way to undo some forced 'exposure therapy.' Not easy when they finally cleared out the source I needed. I even tried looking around the old facility that had caused the toxic lake to form--”

“Toxic Lake? I thought you were talking about a lab--Wait, are you talking about Camp Wanaweep?” asked Adrena. Shego raised a brow at the familiar sounding name.

“That's the one,” said Gil, there was a sad longing look in his eyes before his brows narrowed, “There's not much of a lake there now. It's been dredged to nothing, emptied, downsized, and become a man-made abomination.”

“They emptied a whole lake?” asked Shego, “What about the fish?”

“Shego, he just said it was a toxic lake,” said Adrena.

“That's not the fishes fault,” scoffed Shego.

“The fish in question is how I learned about the plants connection to your friends family,” Gil leaned forward with a slight dark look of amusement to his features, “Turns out the plant was working on making bigger and faster growing fish for the pet food market. Personally, I dont think the toxic leak was an accident... so I hoped to find some of their chemicals there... I did.”

“And?” asked Adrena.

“All better, instantly cured,” said Gil with a wide grin, Adrena's smile faltered as he glared, “Ohm, clearly it wasnt exactly helpful. I even tried pairing it with some stuff I got from Area 51 labs--”

“I'm sorry, what?” asked Shego.

Gil shrugged and slumped back against the seat.

“Their security isn't really that good. I've broken in an out of there at least three times,” scoffed Gil, “Anyway, I planned on testing it on someone besides myself since it didn't work on me... then some idiot caused me to knock it into a punch bowl.”

“That seemed to work pretty well to me,” glared Shego as thought about the Villain's Inn mutant chaos, “Back asking more details here... You went to the old factory... found some whatever made you... you... didn't work... went to Croatia?”

“Yeah, there was some papers there... had an address... really concerning some of these high security places,” hummed Gil, “Sorry about the whole chase and terrorize thing... kind of my thing... and I wanted to make sure your friend didn't take what I needed.”

“Camille's not the type to really care about formulas,” said Adrena, “Things for blackmail, for sure.”

“I gathered you guys didn't know anything after the punch incident at the villain bar,” said Gil, “Then I moved on... and tried a different route of getting into current operating Leon's pet food factories... I even got a job for a few weeks as a janitor... which leads me finding out about Camille's replacement. I tried getting in the place myself to check and see if there's any toxic tanks... couldn't get passed the electric grids.”

“Electric grids?” asked Adrena, Shego ignored her question.

“Toxic tanks, is that going to be part of your chemical experiments?” asked Shego.

“I was just hoping to go for a swim and see what happens, “shrugged Gil, “Do I look like a science nerd to you? A bunch of chemicals made me, a bunch should fix me you'd think.”

Shego looked at Gil who crossed his arms and slumped further in his seat and it truly dawned on her how young he looked. He couldn't have been much of an age difference then Stoppable or Possible. She focused on the sky ahead of her and thought more carefully.

How did he even get into the Villain's Inn?

While the place typically served the morally lacking, mentally devious, and all around evil-doers as their primary clients... the Inn itself had rather strict rules they followed. Assuming they have cleaned house and gotten rid of some of the problematic staff they'd had while the head of the Inn was gone... Shego glanced at Gil.

Is this a trap?

It was that sinking gut feeling again. Tying in her own theories about Camille's family connections to Botox and family... she shook off the shutter down her spine.

I can always bail.

This was true... if anything happened she was walking in looking for signs of a trap... she wouldn't be blindsided like in the past. Her eyes ghosted over to Adrena, taking in if she would be able to do the same and avoid a trap.

I can get out.

Shego mentally shook the thought from her head. If things got hairy she wasn't going to ditch Adrena.

Am I?.. No.

“There!” yelled Gil and pointed to a nearing island, “That's the place.”

Shego looked into the dim-light along the horizon, a small unassuming island... it looked not bigger then a few acres at best... which meant it was a facade if Gil was correct about the location. It was less a facility for factory... it was most likely a lair if there were prisoners kept or science labs. Shego's turned the hovercar on stealth and let it ghost in silence over the waters. Shego found the button that ignited the old float mode for the hovercar and mentally hoped Drakken hadn't disabled or neglected it. There was a hesitation and then a soft blowing noise emitted and she felt the shift in weight as they merged down onto the water.

“This is a boat?”asked Gil. Adrena shrugged before Shego clicked a button on the screen to turn on the radar.

“Oh well that's neat,” said Adrena as the radar took focus and showed the island.

“I'm just glad Drakken's kept it updated,” said Shego as she turned on the radar probe that took an underwater scan, “That's a lair alright.”

The screen showed the image of the island in a colored thermal blur and then under it, once zoomed out, showed a massive structure. Unlike the organic of the island, the walls of the structured showed no depth or difference, most likely made of very strong metal.

“How far did you get on the island before?” asked Shego.

“I swam to shore fine, but nothing. Underwater there's a few entry ports, I managed to get through a few and out of the water but once you get through to any vents. There's heavy voltage... I gave it two shots before I had to crawl back to the ports,” said Gil.

“Smart move... the land is probably bugged,” sighed Shego, “It would have been nice to know so we could have had better equipment.”

Gil looked confused and then scoffed as if he judged them for not being able to breath underwater.

“I can hold my breath for ten minutes,” said Adrena, “Is that enough?”

Shego raised a brow at Adrena.

“Yeah, plenty,” said Gil.

“Ten minutes?” asked Shego.

“Yeah, I actually held a record before a Swedish swimmer beat me,” said Adrena. She looked smug, “You know before I was known for staging my stunts, I did actually do them... I just didn't want to anymore.”

Shego smirked, she did often forget that Adrena wasn't just a pretty face for hosting and deception.

“Well, I don't hold a record, but I can manage,” said Shego, “We'll get as close as we can and then... I guess Fish Scales here is leading the way.”

“Sounds like a plan,” smirked Gil before standing up, “I'll meet you mouth breathers closer to shore.”

Before Shego could make a snide remark, Gil had vanished into the water in a disturbingly silent dive. There was a moment of silence as Shego stirred towards the more covered part of the island. Shego looked at Adrena and noted the nervous expression on her face, but also a determined look in her eyes. It was clearer than before how one sided Adrena and Camille's friendship truly was. Adrena, who'd declared staying away from situations like this, was willingly and blindly following a mutant who had previously attacked them... in order to rescue Camille. Shego didn't have the heart to tell her that she seriously doubted the other would do the same for Adrena.

Stupid-- what am I doing?

Shego sighed to herself.

Stupid. I'm being stupid.

Shego pushed the thoughts of why she was doing this blind led, possible trap, rescue mission... she needed to focus as they parked the hovercar the spot that could hide it best. Adrena opened her mouth to say something but muffled a yell as Gil appeared over the side of the hovercar, no ounce of his human features in sight and back to the mutated creature again.

“Its a few yards over but the waters are calm,” said Gil as he pointed to Shego's left and then sunk back into the water.

“Well, guess were going swimming,” said Shego. Adrena gave a grimace before moving to slide over the side of the hovercar and into the waters.

Taking one last deep breath, Shego looked at her phone again and before she moved over the side she picked it up one last time and shot Drakken a quick text before hitting the signal button. It would at least sent Drakken the coordinates of the hovercar, just in case things took a bad turn.

“This is so stupid,” huffed Shego before diving into the water.

TBC

[askdrakgo]

"He really needs to get better control over that weed of his."