Disclaimer: I do not own Dr. Drakken or Shego. If I did I'd give those two their own show! But I'll just have to settle for writing fan fiction like this one. Hope you like it.

When Drakken Met Shego

It was a warm spring evening in Paris, and all across the city people were taking advantage of the weather. They were dining outdoors, taking long walks along the Seine, and drinking wine on a blanket under the Eiffel Tower. Everyone was enjoying the peace and serenity, so much so that no one noticed the hovercraft slicing across the night sky just above the artificial glow of the city lights.

Dr. Drakken sat at the controls, with Shego beside him in the passenger seat. In her lap she held the spoils of their latest crime, a silver cylinder stolen from a not-so-secret lab. Apparently it contained a chemical formula that could grow hair on anything, although why Drakken wanted it was a mystery to Shego. He had been unusually quiet that night; normally after a successful heist he would go on and on about his brilliant scheme and how the world would soon tremble at his feet. But he hadn't uttered a word since they left the lab. Shego was enjoying the peace and quiet, but in the back of her mind was a nagging desire to find out the reason for the silent treatment. The feeling began to grow and make its way towards the front of her mind; by the time they reached the hideout and disembarked, she could no longer ignore it.

"All right, what's the matter?" Shego asked Drakken as they entered his office.

"Nothing," Drakken replied in a clipped tone that indicated quite the opposite.

"Look, we got the hair formula or whatever this is, so now you can go ahead with your evil scheme." Shego tried to hand the container to Drakken, but he didn't take it. Instead, he sat at his desk and pretended to concentrate on some papers. Shego sighed and put the cylinder down in front of him.

"You've been pouting all night," Shego said. "Just tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing is wrong!" Drakken snapped. He was still staring at the papers. Shego reached over and grabbed them from his hands. He glared at her but said nothing.

"Dr. Drakken, I'm not leaving this spot until you tell me what the problem is," she said.

"I don't want to talk about it," Drakken muttered, crossing his arms.

"Well I do. So tell me already."

"No."

"Tell me."

"No."

"TELL ME!"

"NO!"

"TELL ME OR I'LL BEAT IT OUT OF YOU!" Shego yelled, slamming a glowing fist down on the desk for emphasis.

"All right, already! Today is June 4th. Does that date ring a bell?"

"No. Should it?"

"It most certainly should!" Drakken snapped. "It's our anniversary!"

"Our what?" Shego asked, staring at her boss in disbelief.

"Our anniversary, Shego! Of the day we met and became an evil little family!"

"Oh, I am so sorry! How insensitive of me!" Shego gasped, putting a hand to her chest. "Tell you what, you go get yourself prettied up and I'll take you to the fanciest restaurant in town! How does that sound, handsome?"

"Wonderful! I'll just put on my…wait, that was sarcasm, wasn't it?" Drakken said.

"Yes, folks, he really is a genius!" Shego laughed.

"I can't believe you're treating this like a big joke!" Drakken cried. "And after all I've done for you!"

"All YOU have done for ME?" Shego said angrily. "I bust my butt for you, stealing and sabotaging and kidnapping, and all you do is stand by and yell a lot!"

"When we first met you were a two-bit thief whose career was going nowhere!" Drakken snapped. "I took you in and gave you a greater purpose! Because of me you are a world-class villain instead of a pathetic nobody!"

"Okay, for your information I didn't need you to make a name for myself!" Shego growled. "If anything, you need me!"

"For what!? You think it's easy being an evil genius? I work night and day, forging each new plan with my blood and sweat! And instead of getting the respect I deserve, I get an ungrateful employee who makes fun of me and forgets anniversaries!" Drakken cried.

Shego was about to respond when she noticed something that stopped her. The corners of Drakken's eyes were glistening. "Dr. D. are you…crying?" She asked incredulously.

"Of course not!" Drakken sniffed, wiping his sleeve across his eyes. "Evil geniuses don't cry! I just have something in my eye! And I'm catching a cold." He grabbed a tissue from the box on his desk and blew his nose.

"Ooookay, this is starting to get weird," Shego said, inching towards the door. "I'm gonna go now. Call me when you're back to normal. Or in your case, what passes for normal." With that she hurried out of the room.

Shego tried to unwind by taking a hot bubble bath. But she couldn't help but think about her fight with Drakken. She'd seen him cry before, like whenever he stubbed his toe or got a paper cut, but this time it was different. And it made her very uncomfortable.

"He's finally losing it," she muttered to herself. "What am I supposed to do now?"

She pondered that question for a long time, finally snapping out of it when she realized that the bubbles were long gone and she was sitting in a bathtub full of cold soapy water. She got out of the tub, dressed, and went to the break room to fix a cup of her favorite beverage: green tea. Shego opened the cupboard and grabbed the box of teabags marked SHEGO, only to discover that it was empty.

"Drakken!" She growled, tossing the box in the trash. She opened the door to the pantry and began rummaging around, hoping to find another box of teabags or at least a suitable substitute. "How many times to I have to tell him to keep his hands off my stuff," she muttered to herself. "One of these days I'm going to take the tea kettle and shove it…"

Shego paused when she noticed something shiny in the far corner of the closet. She reached in and grabbed it; much to her surprise, it was a gift box wrapped in gold paper and a green bow, with a card addressed to her.

Shego hurried back to her room to figure out who the gift was from. It didn't take long; her name was spelled correctly, which eliminated all of Drakken's henchmen. The gift had to be from Drakken. No doubt it was related to the "anniversary" he'd been going on about; he had probably hidden it in the closet with the intention of giving it to her tonight.

Shego was more confused than ever; Drakken was definitely not the sentimental type, and yet here she was staring at a gift from him wrapped in her favorite colors. Why did he suddenly care about this sort of thing? Was he dying or worse yet, attracted to her?? The very thought gave Shego dry heaves.

No, it can't be that, she thought. But what other explanation can there be? I need more clues. Shego looked at the gift and realized what she had to do. She quickly tore apart the wrapping paper and pulled off the lid of the box. When she gazed upon the contents, she gasped in disbelief; instantly memories she had long ago banished to the far corner of her mind came rushing back with a vengeance.