The first two Truce stories were inspired by road comedies – and Drakken and Ron were as important as Kim and Shego. Oh, and Drakken and Ron in drag was, of course, inspired by Some Like it Hot. The third one was more of the classic bedroom farce – with characters trying to hide the fact other characters were all at the same lodge. This one owes more to the horror genre. Ron and Kim will appear eventually – just not chapter one.

In Truce or Consequences Kim and Shego had something of a bonding experience as they searched for Ron and Drakken and 'adopted' each other as honorary sisters. The cheerleader also set Shego up on a blind date with Canadian government agent Joe (Job Unfair). When the two women worked together in Truce Is Stranger than Friction Shego admitted the blind date had gone very well. Shego and Joe attempted a quiet skiing vacation together in The Truce Shall Let You Freeze, which got interrupted by basically everyone – Ron, Kim, Drakken, Motor Ed, Mama Lipsky, and Professor Dementor.

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A Little Bird Told Me

"Wake up, beautiful," Joe whispered, gently shaking the green woman's shoulder.

"Go 'way," Shego mumbled. "Slept lousy..." She opened her eyes and tried to focus. "Did the crows keep you awake."

"Crows? I didn't hear any crows."

"Damn farm boy, so used to them you don't even hear them any more."

"Damn ranch boy," he reminded her. "Big difference. I'll tell mom you'll be down in hour, but she shall probably regard you as slothful."

"She already hates me," Shego mumbled closing her eyes.

"No she doesn't. She thinks you're wonderful."

"You're thirty and single. She wouldn't care if I had two heads. At least she knows you're not gay." Shego yawned, "And then I dreamt about them when I finally got to sleep." She rolled over and Joe quietly left the room.

He walked down the wooden stairs to the smell of coffee from the kitchen.

"Where's Sabrina?" his mother asked, pouring coffee into a mug for him.

"Something kept her awake last night; she's sleeping in."

"Something other than you?"

"Mother!"

"Just teasing. What would you like for breakfast?"

"I can wait until she gets up. Where's dad?"

"Out in the barn."

"If I promise to bring the mug back can I take my coffee out and talk with him?"

"What, your mother isn't good enough to talk with?"

He laughed and kissed her cheek, "You know I love you."

"I know, I know. Now get out of here so I can make enough noise to waken Sabrina without a witness."

As Joe walked out to the barn a battered pickup drove in and parked near the barn. The driver, a copper-colored man about the same age as Joe's father waved, "When did you get home?"

"Two days ago."

"Can't believe you're the stranger Adam saw. You're no stranger."

"Eh?"

The Saulteaux shrugged, "He's having his visions again. Asked me to visit the neighbors. I'm guessing Rube's in the barn since you're heading this way."

Joe nodded and the two men entered the barn.

Reuben MacKenzie looked up from his work bench at the sound of footsteps. "Joe. Ray."

"Adam's been having visions," Joe told his father.

The First Nations rancher spoke, "He says the crows tell him there's a wihtikow around. Claims the foxes told him a couple days ago, but says you can't always believe foxes. The crows told him last night."

"Wihtikow?"

"It's got different names. Some sort of creature with a taste for human flesh."

"You don't believe that, do you?" Joe asked.

"Doesn't matter what I believe," Raymond told him, "It's–"

"He's your father-in-law," Reuben finished with a laugh.

The Saulteaux grinned, "You've heard that one before."

"A few times."

The native American looked at Joe, "If you find a woman to marry, check to make sure her dad isn't a shaman before you pop the question. He made me promise to warn the neighbors, check on those who live alone."

"Well, you can tell him you warned us."

"Yeah, I'll... Oh, he said the crows told him something else."

"Winning number for the lottery?"

"I wish. Said there was a stranger here, someone with a fire spirit."

"Fire spirit?" asked Reuben.

The neighbor shrugged, "I don't talk to crows. I didn't know Joe here would be home, but can't see Adam thinking he's a stranger."

Joe laughed, "Maybe they're new crows and don't know me."

Raymond narrowed his eyes, "Maybe. But sometimes he even scares me. You here alone?"

There was a moment of silence.

"No," admitted Joe, "brought a woman home to meet mom and dad... Someone kind of special."

"Well, I don't know how the old man knew that. But he thinks she's special too. Say, her old man's not a shaman, is he?"

"Not that I know."

"Well, I've got no advice about women with a fire spirit. You're on your own."

"Come in the house for a cup of coffee?"

"Love to, but six more stops. Got to move."

"Before you go," Joe asked, "where's Gary?"

"Working up with the oil sands. He's a foreman."

"Tell him I said hey."

Raymond nodded yes, and left.

"Did you tell anyone Sabrina was coming home with me?"

"I didn't. Don't imagine your mother did either. Maybe your brother said something. It was a little hard to take all your hush-hush stuff seriously. I take it you don't think old Adam talks with crows either."

"No."

"Is your Sabrina in a witness protection program or something?"

"Why do you ask?"

"The secrecy you want. The fact she's very evasive when your mother tries to talk with her."

"Mom was asking some personal questions."

"Brothers and sisters? Where she's from? Those are pretty much normal questions."

"Sabrina is a very private person."

"This is way past very private person."

Joe sighed, "You asked if she was in a witness protection program or something. She's an or something."

"Someone you know through your work?"

The son nodded agreement.

"So you're not allowed to give your mom or me any details."

"You know I'm not supposed to talk about my work, even with you."

"Well, I can talk with you about mine. Help me get this back on the ATV."

As they worked on the engine Joe offered the comment, "She's had a rough life in spots. Had to develop a tough exterior. Underneath... She's really sweet."

His father shrugged, "Take your word for it. Hand me that wrench."

Shego was sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee when the men came in and washed up.

"Did I see Ray's pickup?" Charlotte asked.

"Yep," her husband answered. "Adam sent him out on a fool's errand. Warning the neighbors about some monster loose. I think he said wihtikow. Seemed to know we had a guest. You haven't said anything, have you?"

"Of course not. Joe asked us not to."

Shego tried for clarification, "Wihtikow? Monster?"

"Old folk tale from the First Nations. I think wendigo is the more common name. Big, gaunt, hungry thing - the story goes it eats people, but it's a creature from famine times... If they existed they'd probably eat most anything," Joe told her.

Joe's father looked at his wife, "And Ray said Adam told him a stranger was here. Someone with a fire spirit – whatever that means."

"Fire spirit?" Shego asked.

Joe laughed nervously, "Who knows what that means? You're hot. He said the crows told him that–"

"Crows?"

"Yeah, crows. Any way–"

"That's weird."

"That he says he talks to crows?"

"No. Remember, it was the sound of crows that gave me so much trouble sleeping last night?"

"Yeah, weird," Joe agreed.

Shego opted to help the men in the barn rather than another day of cutting cabbage for sauerkraut.

It was almost noon when Reuben's cell phone rang. The screen identified the caller as Raymond.

"Ray?"

The other man's voice sounded odd, "Rube? Pete Sanders is dead... More than dead... I... I called the Mounties and the coroner... You still a constable?"

"No, Gracie Swift is nearest one now."

"I'll call her. But you might want to... I don't know what I'm saying."

"You said more than dead. What did you mean?"

"Something ate him. I'm not even... There's not enough left for me to even be sure it's Pete.