Author's note: This takes place "behind" Mad Dogs and Aliens. Enjoy! Constructive criticism is always welcome. D/S not fluffy... just sort of there...
Author's disclaimer: The plot is mine, and the writing is mine. Everything else belongs to someone who isn't me.
Her head was throbbing. She was laying on a table of some sort. The last thing she remembered was being slammed into Dr. D's giant computer screen. A wave of anger accompanied by a pounding in her temple flooded her when she remembered what had caused her to be thrown through the screen.
How dare he replace me with that overgrown mutant? After all of the years I've supported- no- carried him, he has the nerve to- Her internal rant was cut short when she discovered an intense pain in her side. It felt like someone stuck a corkscrew in her stomach.
"I've almost got it. Just one more piece." She immediately recognized the voice of Dr. Drakken.
She considered jumping up and beating the shit out of him, but another voice, along with another sharp pain, stopped her from moving at all.
"Do you wish for me to retrieve the restraints, Great Blue?" It took everything Shego had not to grind her teeth. For some reason she didn't want him to know she was awake yet.
"Yes, please," Dr. Drakken said in a distracted voice, "Ah-ha!" Shego could feel the last piece of whatever was in her side be removed, and she could feel a large disinfectant pad be placed on her side. She also noticed that she could only feel the pad against her skin around the cut. The rest was taped to her jumpsuit. Dr. Drakken knew that if he had undressed her in anyway, she WOULD destroy him. Internally, she was struggling to decide which hurt worse- the cut, or the fact that he felt he needed restraints.
Shego heard the sink start spitting water. She opened one eye slightly to see the back of Drakken's lab coat. Her glance moved to the large shard of glass with smaller pieces sprinkled around it laying on the table. She noticed the dark red blood covering half of all the pieces. A drip was clinging to a sharp edge of the largest piece. She shut her eye once more when she heard the whooshing of the door.
"Here you are, Great Blue," Warmonga presented the cuffs to Dr. Drakken. Shego then felt her hands and feet being bound together.
"Leave," he said with no emotion.
"As you wish," Warmonga bowed deeply and shook the entire layer as she exited the room.
Drakken went to Shego's side. Why couldn't she just have stayed away? This could go a lot smoother if she wasn't here. But he realized that he was sort of relieved that she was here. He had been stuck in that prison for weeks. The only times he saw her were when she was being broken out by someone else. One time she even waved at him. She looked at him directly, waved, and then flew away. Drakken flared his nostrils in anger. He was absolutely going to confront her about this after he had taken over the world with his new sidekick.
His train of thought was interrupted when he swore one of her eyebrows twitched. He leaned toward her.
"Shego?" he said quietly.
Nothing.
He studied her face. How in the world was he ever allowed in the room with such a beautiful creature. His friends all told him "the rules" and the code of "leagues". Her hair spilled over the edge of the table. Her perfect eyebrows were shaped almost threateningly above her gorgeous closed emerald eyes. Her black lips were slightly parted, and her perfect skin was almost too much for him to take.
He slapped his face. I can NOT be thinking about stuff like this! She's Shego! She'll rip my arms off! He glanced at her once more. He continued think about her skin. How nicely it shaped her cheek bones and pulled over her chin. He reached out and ran his finger over her soft cheek. Her skin was smoother than he thought it was.
"You've got guts."
Drakken jumped back in surprise, hitting his head on the lamp shade behind him. He spun around and stabled the lamp. He faced Shego again only this time he met her murderous glare. Small beads of sweat formed on the back of his neck as he watched the flames dance in her eyes.
"I was just cleaning your wounds. You have a nasty bump on the back of your head and a deep slice in your side," he pointed to each place as he spoke. She's wearing restraints, he reminded himself. He took a tiny step forward.
"And what's wrong with my face that required you to touch it?" She sat up as best as she could, though the restraints made her position awkward.
"Well, I uh..."
"Well?" She sat up more, but a grimace crossed her face. Her position was causing her cut to re-open. Dr. Drakken immediately ran to her side and placed his hand on the back of her head to help her lay back down.
"Listen. I don't plan on keeping you restrained for very long. I'm just gonna hold you until this plan works. Warmonga is a very useful asset to my plan, and I wish you two could work together..." he trailed off hoping Shego would agree.
She clenched her jaw and rolled her eyes.
"Well if your going to be that way then I may keep you detained longer." The doors whooshed open in front of him.
"I hate you."
He was surprised as to how much that hurt.
Author's follow-up: There's chapter one. Hoped you enjoyed. I have the next chapter written already, but if no one reviews then I guess no one cares enough to see it.