Introduction: Okay, Drakken make a new machine. It was supposed to create the world's strongest fighter, but then he went and stole a part for it from the Black Market. That part screwed the entire machine up, but he didn't realize it. So he asked Shego to be the "guinea pig" for it, and after a while of arguing, refusing, and persuading, she was forced to agree. But what does the machine do?

...Well, you'll see.

(New intro coming...whenever my writer's block dies!)

"DRAKKEN! WHAT THE #$ DID YOU -DO-?"

Shego was sick. She didn't like being sick. To top it all off, she started feeling sick right after the "guinea pig" incident. So naturally being sick was all Drakken's fault.

And revenge was one of her many specialties.

She found him in the lab, putting the device in question back together and swearing very loudly. She slapped him on the shoulder. He jumped, swore again, turned around and yelped.

"Well!" Shego asked. In a second her green, glowing fist was inches away from his face. He yelped again. He could answer her, but he knew she wasn't going to like it. The best thing he could think of was stalling, which wasn't very smart considering a pissed-off Shego was threatening damage. So he was forced to opt for Plan B. Honesty.

"Promise you won't kill me?"
"Nope. Can't. Sorry."

As usual he couldn't tell if she was joking or not and he wasn't about to take chances. Plus, he suspected she'd hurt him no matter what he said.

"I, ah, figured out what happened."

"AND?" He ducked under his desk, covered his head with his arms, whimpered again. Shego kicked him in the shin, still glaring at him. "Get on with it!"

"I, um, well..I-might-be-wrong-but-I-think-it-made-you-pregnant-PLEASE-Don't-kill-me!" Drakken winced again, bracing himself for death. None came. He heard something, sounded like sniffling, and saw her leave the room. She was obviously pissed and it sounded like she was crying. Shego never cried. Never. It wasn't natural for her. Drakken knew this for a fact. So he got up and did the only thing he could think of, even though it didn't make much sense. He followed her, determined to at least try and cheer her up.

They met in a hallway. He lifted a hand, maybe to put on her shoulder in consolation. She turned to face him with fists raised.

"Don't touch me."

He dropped his hand in time to avoid losing a finger from the outburst of green energy. By the time he was standing next to her she was beyond pissed and trying to hurt him, but also starting to get frustrated. This got worse when Drakken put his hand on her shoulder and turned to face her. She punched him.

"I SAID don't touch me." She still refused to look at him. He couldn't really blame her. But still, he wanted to 'set things right', even if she was fighting him.

"Yes. I -know-. Just listen, alright?" She pulled away but didn't struggle; only glared tear-streaked daggers. "I didn't plan this, Shego. Sorry." Again he braced himself for the worst. When it didn't come he was shocked. He was even more shocked when she stepped closer to him, then hugged him.

"You BETTER be." Too caught up to actually say anything he went along with this and nodded. "Good, cuz this is SO your fault." He still wasn't thinking and as usual, said something rather stupid in response.

"I…did…warn you, though."

"No. You said you were SURE it would work. No side effects."
"Okay okay OKAY! I was wrong! For once!" Shego didn't want to hear this, or anything like this, and slapped him across the face. "Ow! What was that for!"

"Rambling. Stop it." He muttered something, then started walking off slowly. She jumped in front of him and stopped him dead in his tracks. "Did I say you could leave? I'm not finished with you yet!" Drakken didn't know how to take this. He was getting a little afraid, and was seriously considering squeaking "No", and cowering in fear again when he noticed the amused look on her face.

She was laughing. He relaxed, suddenly realizing that he was going to have to get used to this whether he wanted to or not.

It was all his fault, after all.