Flash!fic for Saint Patrick's Day. Placed randomly somewhere around season one or two, I suppose. I don't think they ever did have a St. Paddy's Day episode in the series. Perhaps this is why...
"At last, the day has come! I shall unleash my latest creation on the world and--"
"Woah, woah, wait... Today? Today is the day?" Shego interrupted. "No, I don't think so."
"What? Why not? It's ready and everything," Drakken whined, grandiose ranting voice losing its hot air.
"Why not tomorrow?"
"Why not today? What am I missing here?"
"Today's a holiday," she said evasively.
"Yes, St. Patrick's Day; what of it?"
"I don't do St. Patrick's Day."
"Now, Shego, you've already used up all your vacation days... And it's only halfway through March," he added darkly.
"It's been cold. I don't like cold. And speaking of, we're definitely gonna have a talk about the whole 'allotted vacation time' thing. And I don't work on St. Patrick's Day. I thought that was in my contract."
"But you're not even Irish!" He paused to consider this. "I mean, you aren't, are you? It's hard to tell, what with the green and everything."
"That's the problem," she muttered through gritted teeth.
"That no one can tell you're Irish?"
"No, you moron! The green! On St. Patrick's Day! Every year, the same bad jokes that weren't even funny the first time! I can't take it anymore!"
"Oh," Drakken intoned in a rare moment of genuine empathy. Pigment issues were close to his heart as well. Then he brightened. "Well, it should give you extra rage to use against Kim Possible! The plan proceeds!"
"I said no!"
"Remember that talk we had about the employer/employee dynamic, Shego?" he prompted beseechingly.
"I don't care," she said in a sarcastic mimic of his tone.
"I'm doing this with or without you..."
"Good. Great. Have fun. Send me a postcard." She whipped out her nailfile and viciously began to hone her clawed gloves, effectively shutting down the conversation.
Drakken glared helplessly at her. Cleared his throat. Shuffled some blueprints around the table in front of him.
"...I'm docking your pay if you don't come."
"ARRGH!"
Kim Possible, in all her red-haired, green-eyed glory, smirked. "Wow, Shego, you're certainly in the spirit of things today," she mocked lightly.
And got a face full of concussive--but festive!--green plasma for her troubles.
"See!" Drakken crowed. "Vengeance! Go with that!"
He dodged and weaved around a staccato flurry of more of the same.
"I hate you, St. Patrick," Shego grumbled under her breath, flipping her hair back and closing in.
...Man, that was fun to write! I'm kind of squeaking this one in under the wire, but I had the idea, and it was really just too good to waste. Yeah, I know, it's more than a little similar to my equally hasty Valentine's Day fic Every Rose Has Its Thorn... But with much less gooey subtext and enthusiasm.
