The bathroom door opened and Drakken stopped his pacing.

"Well?" He asked anxiously.

Shego handed him a little white stick. With a blue minus sign at the end of it.

Drakken sighed and sagged in relief. "Okay, so now we can never speak of this again," he said, echoing the oath he'd taken on threat of becoming mad scientist flambé three weeks ago, when Shego's moodulator chip had finally burned out.

"Right."

"Good." He turned and started to walk away.

"Dr. D?"

He turned back. Shego had her arms wrapped around her belly and a strange look on her face. "What if it had been...?"

"I don't know, Shego," he said, his voice for once not a manic growl. He paused, as if looking for something else to say, but in the end, all he could do was repeat "I don't know."

She didn't respond to that, just looked down at her crossed arms.

"But did you know," He added after a moment. "That I'm the same age as James Possible? We went to college together."

Why would he bring that up? He usually hated to be reminded of James Possible. Possible had everything Doctor D didn't: money, prestige, success, a loving…

She suddenly had a pretty good idea what the non sequitur was saying.

"That's...good to know."

"So we never speak of this again?" He asked.

She nodded.

He started to leave again, then stopped at the door. "Um...Shego?"

"Yes?"

"It's been kind of a rough day. I'm sure evil can wait until tomorrow."

"Sounds good."

"Would you like a co-co moo?"

She finally looked up at him, and gave him a smile that was tiny, but more genuine than her usual smirks.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd like that."

Author's note: I meant for this to be funny, but sometimes the story gets away from you. For the record, this takes place in the same world as Blood Bond, Blood Omen. Which will be important later.