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Sometimes, the accident and emergency department was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. You would wait hours and hour for something to happen, and nothing ever would. Tibbs had worked shifts where he’d ended up sitting on one of the gurneys, catching up on paper work and the latest journals.

But not today; today he was trying to manage A&E and the outpatient department (only one of which he was really qualified to do), and whilst neither one was full to capacity, there were enough people waiting in each that he was kept on his toes, and certainly kept busy.

After having seen a woman with a sprained ankle and a young boy who had swallowed a marble, Tibbs was finally free to enter the consulting room, patient chart tucked under his arm. He was about to ntroduce himself when the patient spoke, and for a moment Tibbs stopped, a little stunned.

“No, I’m not.” He agreed. “Torres’ surgery is running long, so she’s asked me to come down and see you. If you’d like to wait you’re more than welcome to, but I can’t tell you how long she’s going to be.”

Shego immediately tensed at the sight of the man that had come in. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t have had a problem at all about having a man treat her. She likely would’ve distracted a bit from what was going on and tried to charm the guy. But not like this. Not when she still felt vulnerable and beaten. When she could feel the guy’s forceful hand...when she was brought right back home with terrifying clarity.

So no, right now she hadn’t thought that a male doctor would be any good for her. Her breathing hitched, and she clenched her hands into fists, trying to steady herself a bit as he stood there. It wasn’t working very well. But she also knew she couldn’t turn down the help she clearly needed. Her collarbone was likely broken, and she had already taken a few days extra to see someone about it. More than likely she had also damaged it more with that.

A doctor was necessary. But she could also feel herself wanting to curl up defensively, with her magic keeping the man at one end of the room. ‘That will hardly help Shego,’ she thought to herself, forcing herself to take another deep breath. “No. I...” she struggled, taking another breath and letting it out again. “I think I may have made my injury worse by waiting a few days. I can’t...I can’t afford to wait.” Though she desperately, desperately wanted to.

“I just...my injury has um..forced me to face some old trauma...” she explained softly, hunched over still like she could protect her body at least. “and it’s difficult for me to have a man near me like this. I need the help...but I need you to understand where I’m at. I don’t want to hurt you,” which she realized wasn’t a great case to throw at her doctor. “My magic...it’s very good at defending me.”

Not Beyond Repair | Shego & Tibbs

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One minute, Kovu was in between a near perfect stranger’s legs, making out at the counter of a bar, and the next he could swear to god he blinked and they were- well, somewhere else. 

He could blame it on the alcohol. Because, well, it probably was the alcohol’s doing. He vaguely remembered someone yelling at them to get a room and the bartender telling them The Court had private rooms for just that reason. (If Kovu were sober, he’d think ‘Do they seriously have rooms for people to go off and fuck in? And is that what this is?’ But, he was not sober, and not really thinking, not while he had his hands on the curves of a feisty, flame-throwing stranger.)

Sheila. Her name was Sheila. That’s right, he remembered now. He pressed her into the wall he had her backed up against as he kissed her, mind a bit hazy from the booze and his body coming alive for the first time in a while. For the first time, maybe, since-

“Fuck,” he mumbled, and trailed his lips across her jaw, getting lost in her instead of his thoughts. “Umevutia sana. Ninataka kukula.” As if to punctuate his point - which was, essentially, ‘you’re so attractive, I want to devour you’ - he nipped at the skin just below her ear, and blew out his breath in a swift exhale, humming as he returned to her lips. “Nionyeshe mimi. Your skills. I’m curious. Do I get to see them now? Hm?” 

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Shego loved having a handsome boy between her legs. What she liked even more than that? Dragging that boy home with her for more fun. While she wouldn’t have minded using a room in the court honestly, Kovu had seemed pretty damn willing to just go along with her. 

So there they were: Shego pressed up against the wall with a handsome guy kissing her with wonderful enthusiasm. This was the kind of night she had wanted. That or get into a fight. But this was far more enjoyable. “No idea what you’re saying gorgeous, but it sounds charming.” Well really, it was a turn on, honestly. The way he spoke, his lips wandering over her jaw...god. This was what she had needed. To block out the terror she had felt from that guy’s attack she needed to do something to forget.

And that something she chose was Kovu. Her lips curled up into a smile, her own lips trailing over his cheek, jaw, nipping at his ear and drifting toward his neck before their lips collided again. “Oh yeah? You sure you’re ready for that?” Shego questioned, a hand running up and down his spine. “Because I have many skills at my disposal. I can get on my knees for you right now...but I think it’s far more fun to get to know you and your body slowly. I like to take my partners apart completely.”

It doesn’t matter anyway / Kogo

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Polyglot Times - Elena + open

Elena: Ooooh. Okay so, personally I find Korean surprisingly sexy. I am biased toward my native Spanish of course as well! Italian. French isn't so much sexy to me as it is classy. Portuguese sounds like you are speaking Spanish with a mouth full of food, or like a Russian overly proud of their Spanish.

Elena: I also really like how Swahili sounds? My friend is fluent and I'm like "Damn"

Elena: My uncle speaks Gaelic which is pretty cool, too

Shego: Korean huh? niiice. I dig it.

Shego: We should all be biased toward spanish. I definitely am. But I do like hearing your perspective on it.

Shego: Swahili? I've never heard it, but I bet it's pretty damn cool too. I have to look into it.

Shego: Shit you've just got all the language awareness. Way to go.

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Google Search | Green Fairy

Tink: I'd be down for that. Its been way too bloody long

Shego: It really has.

Shego: I've been holed up feeling sorry for myself.

Shego: also surgery cause I aggravated my stupid shoulder lol

Shego: But I am here for meeting up with you and meeting your sis.

Shego: let me know when you've got time to spare.

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Google Search | Green Fairy

Tink: I would never say they aren't art. I've got plenty to say that they are

Tink: I can text her or we can stop in at work. She's local and I'm sure she wouldn't mind helping

Shego: Oh good. Glad we can agree on that too.

Shego: amazing.

Shego: We could both stop in. It's been a while since I've seen you which is a dam shame.

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Google Search | Green Fairy

Tink: lol I figured

Tink: I-- well my sister is a tattooist? She might be able to. But other than that I got nothin

Shego: heeeeey

Shego: tattoos and art? Actually, tattoos are art in general. They're great.

Shego: I'm game to try her out. See if she'd give it a shot.

Shego: and get a tattoo while I'm at it. I mean why the hell not right?

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Google Search | Green Fairy

Tink: I don't even want to know what results you got with those

Tink: you could just like stalk the gym or something in town.

Tink: or get someone to sketch him? Idk

Shego: You really don't. It's filthy. And not in the good way either.

Shego: Just disgustingly ripped.

Shego: Ugh except my collarbone isn't all healed so I can't pretend to work out and creep on people.

Shego: ooo the sketch thing is a genius idea though Tink. You're a genius. People should give you proper credit.

Shego: ...know any artists?

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Google Search | Green Fairy

Shego: so tracking down 'buff asshole'

Shego: or 'muscular douchebag' on google leads to an endless number of searches

Shego: none of which are safe for work let's be real.

Shego: and not at all what I have in mind.

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Polyglot Times - Elena + open

Elena: Ahhh , Russian! Russian may be interesting! My cousin is fluent in Russian, if I get better than him it will kill hm

Elena: #goals

Elena: Ew, Serbian and Japanese just bring back awful memories lmao

Shego: It could be yeah. I want to know which languages sound the most attractive too. I'm curious if there's a trend in any way.

Shego: yes destroy your cousin's language skills. solid strategy.

Shego: pfft. alright then don't improve those. that's fine too.

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Polyglot Times - Elena + open

Elena: !!! You're a star

Elena: uhhh okay so my native languages are Spanish and Portuguese. I have native proficiency in French and Italian.

Elena: And then in order of best-to-worst German, Korean, English, Romanian, Catalan, Japanese (can't read worth a shit but can speak deeeeecently, my ex-fiance was Japanese), and then Serbian which I only really mastered a little more than the basics because I only needed that much, don't care to learn it better.

Shego: Naturally.

Shego: Damn. That's a pretty extensive list. Christ. Impressive as shit.

Shego: Have you considered Russian? Seems like it'd be an interesting one to learn. You could straight up learn latin...

Shego: Or work on the ones you still need to work on or some shit. Improvement is good stuff too.

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Polyglot Times - Elena + open

Elena: Oye, Mateo! I need your opinion.

Elena: I'm thinking of learning a 12th language, what should it be? I mean not that my handle on English is exactly GREAT, but. I think part of the reason is because I'm not actively studying anything right now.

Elena: Like that part of my brain is kinda napping. So so so what should it be, throw out ideas, nerd

Shego: Not him, but I've got opinions

Shego: why the fuck not go for it. be ambitious and shit.

Shego: Just give me a clue which 11 languages you already know. Christ Eleven? That's fucking nuts.

Shego: Otherwise I can only throw out those weird fictional languages. Pig Latin, those elf things, the nerd trek or wars shit.

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The best defense is a good offense | She Hulk

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The incident with the strangely powerful man had unsettled Shego. It had brought her back home again and again. It terrified her, the way that this man seemed to share an ability with her brother. He shared it, and apparently, he used it to do the same harm that her brother had. It made her sick. It terrified her, and she wasn’t going to allow some terror to roam the streets of the town unhindered. 

Apologies weren’t good enough for her. Her collarbone still ached. It was still healing, and jostling it still gave her a fresh wave of pain. Her arm was in a sling still, but she needed to reach out. Someone had to know what had happened to her. But she couldn’t go to the cops. The cops....they were a risk. They were always a risk for Shego. And they weren’t one she wanted to take when she was the one who was injured.

So instead, she made her way to Al’s comic shop, despite her extreme disinterest for the place. Well, it was the most likely to have the guy in it, and she didn’t want to have to scour the entire town for him instead. Her hair was kept loose, as the effort to tie her hair one handed was just irritating. Everything she wore was easy to put on, which meant...well. Shego was dressed in a green tank top and black sweatpants. a coat was slung over one shoulder, the other went uncovered. It was nowhere close to the way she had dressed for their dinner date. But now wasn’t the time to fuss on seducing him. She needed his help.

Shego stepped into the comic shop, barely glancing at the items on display, moving further until...”ah there you are. Al, do you have some time to spare? I need to ask you for a favor.”

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Feb 13th || Meg & You

Meg: Last Valentine's day, there was some sort of fucked up magical singing spell where everyone had to sing the whole day if they were affected.

Meg: Margaritaville on loop is actually the worst thing to ever happen to me.

Shego: Well that sounds disturbing as hell.

Shego: ick. Margaritaville would be obnoxious af. You know what'd be worse though?

Shego: that obnoxious Katy Perry drinking song. Or like...anything Kesha.

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Not Beyond Repair | Shego & Tibbs

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She had finally gotten the kick in the ass that she needed. A couple of days in pain and Shego had finally gotten through enough of her panicking to try to reach out to her old friend Dani. Back when Shego was first getting away from her family, Dani was the one she had stayed with. She knew more about Shego than...well anyone else at this point. Instead it had gone to Tink and to some guy named Charlie...but honestly, it had probably done her a favor.

The weird magic of Swynlake had her text a stranger, but he had encouraged her to go in as much as Tink had. It was...helpful, that was for sure. And though she had jumped when Tink had showed at the door, and her heart had been racing, Shego did let herself be dragged to the hospital. The white walls and that distinctly horrible smell made her want to curl in on herself. But she couldn’t do that now. 

No now Shego was in public. She was in public, and she wouldn’t let herself break as she had when she had gotten home, a mess of tears and snot and fear. No, she was relatively put together now, though her hair wasn’t as neat as she would like it, as shifting her arm at all was unpleasant. She had put on simple layers, not wanting to struggle into them too hard and now here she was. She texted a quick ‘thanks for the check in help’ to Charlie, not wanting to neglect what kindness she had been offered, before she stashed her phone and sat waiting for the doctor to come in.

Shego had been tense all the while, but she could feel her shoulders wanting to rise to her ears as she realized, and blurted all the same time, “you’re not a woman,” which was honestly embarrassing, but what the hell? Charlie had told her all about this Torres chick. “What the hell? Where’s Torres?”

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How to be afraid | Open

Tink: i think i can do that

Tink: i'll be over with ice cream in a few

Shego: Thanks Tink

Shego: You're an angel =]

Shego: see you soon.