CHRISTMAS
MIRACLE
By FAH3
Shego had a headache that felt like the moon itself had fallen on her head. She didn't sleep well at all. At least, not since she had that horrible nightmare. Seeing Dr. Drakken again, and him warning her about three ghosts? God, this holiday was really getting to her this year. She felt horrible in the head, her body was soar from tossing and turning, and she could feel where a trail of drool had dried on her chin. She needed a good stiff drink.
She slowly made her way into the well stocked, and very well equipped, kitchen as her brain tried to regain full control of her motor functions. She walked past the large stainless steel fridge, she ignored the fully stocked pantry and moved her hands up to what looked like a normal part of the wood paneling. With one hard and swift knock against it, the paneling opened to reveal a hidden and very well stocked liquor cabinet. She grabbed a shot glass she had got from a Joe's Crab Shack during one very enjoyable Spring Break and a bottle of very expensive Vodka. She placed the shot glass on the marble counter and poured about half a shot of Vodka into it before she gulped it down.
A loud hiss escaped her lips as she felt the intense burning sensation go down her throat. She was awake now, but it was obvious it was too early in the morning for such a strong drink. She put the bottle back in the secret cabinet and chunked the glass into the sink, not even caring when she heard it shatter. Here it was, Christmas Eve and that meant this holiday was almost over with. New Years' she didn't mind. She loved the knock down parties and the drinks. Not to mention the chance of meeting some cute guy and some extra "fun."
She glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost seven thirty. That meant she had to go back to the damn lair and try and come up with something to make those dumb henchmen stop singing those carols and being so happy. She hated so much cheerfulness being around her. With that much sap, she could make pancake syrup. As she changed into her jumpsuit, her brain was thinking of what sh should do. Maybe she could attack Kimmie on Christmas Day. Yeah, on Christmas Day. That's when she wouldn't expect anything and it would ruin everything for her on her special day. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she thought about all the havoc at making her cry when she sees her Christmas Tree and gifts burn to the ground. Merry Christmas Princess!
She was wide awake, and ready to try and plan some havoc and chaos. This would keep her goons from being so cheerful and it would be a way to make her arch enemy suffer. This was just what she needed to make her forget about that horrible dream. It would also be the last time she ate cold Chinese for a while. That explained it. Every time she ate leftovers, she always didn't sleep well. But if that was the reason, how come a part of her still didn't feel safe and calm? In fact, her hand was still shaking a little bit.
She made herself forget about that. It was a dumb dream, and it meant nothing to her. Besides, the first ghost was supposed to be here in the morning and she didn't see any floating ghost or someone in a bed sheet. That proved it was nothing more than a dream. Nothing more than –
"WHAT THE HELL?" Shego screamed as she saw her hover car.
The hover car that she had parked in the docking bay was now covered in snow, along with most of the docking bay itself. How did that happen? She knew it snowed up here, but she could have sworn that she closed the damn door! She glanced to the back of the hanger, and saw that the door was open, but how? As her anger began to boil over again, she slammed her fist against the hatch button to make the door close. A lot of good that would do now. She was turning to leave when she heard stop. She looked again, she saw the door had stuck, and began to open again. Something was jamming the thing.
With one loud scream, she headed toward the front door. She would have to take the elevator to the ground floor and take a cab to another hover car she had hidden. The only problem was that it was hidden at the docks and she was in the middle of Manhattan. Where the hell was Peter Parker when you needed a ride? The first thing she would do when she got to work was raise hell with the Jack Hench. No one gave her shoddy equipment and got away with it.
Thankfully, the elevator was empty as she waited for it to stop at the ground floor. She was still pissed, and having to wait on the elevator was only making it worse. Especially when the music that was being played was lounge version of The Beatles song Help. Next time she robbed a bank, she would have to take enough to buy this place and make sure she fired the manager; leave him flat broke, and spend the rest of his life on the street. Anyone who allowed horrible music like this deserved to be shot in the kneecaps.
As soon as the door opened, she walked through the lobby as fast as she could and ignored the looks of all the people that were there. She would have flared up and threatened to burn their eyes out if they kept gawking, but she didn't have the time for it. She just wanted to get to her hover car, and be up in the air as soon as possible.
"YO, CAB!" she shouted as soon as she walked into the teeth chattering could outside, raising her hand to wave down one of the drivers.
She saw one across and down the street pull out of park and head towards her. At least it meant she wouldn't have to wait long. The cab was halfway to her when an older, and dirtier one, sped to a stop right in front of her.
"Damn, that was fast." She said to herself.
"You hailed a cab or what?" the man asked her with an obvious New Jersey accent. With a small shrug, she entered the cab as fast as she could and situated herself in the seat.
"Get me to the harbor. Fast!" she told him, and had to brace herself as she felt the cab gun itself from its parking space and onto the road. "Watch too much NASCAR?" she asked him.
"Nah, I just like to get people here and there quick." He said as he drove.
As Shego got used to the speed of the vehicle, she finally noticed the interior of the car. The whole interior, front seat and back, was decked out in nothing but Christmas decorations. From the tinsel around the windows to the small wreath hanging from the rear view mirror and small fake tree on the dashboard.
"I'm in hell. I just know it." Shego said to herself.
"Not yet, you're not." The driver told her.
"Say what?" she asked him, but then noticed the scenery outside. The road and the buildings were all wrong. "I said the docks, genius! Are you deaf or something?" she asked him.
"Relax, Shelia. I know where I'm going." The driver said, making the pale woman's eyes going wide as her fists balled.
"How do you know my name?" she growled.
"I know a lot of stuff, Shelia." The driver said, his voice changing from a Jersey accent to a proper English accent. That's when he turned to face her, revealing his eyes to be a pale ice blue with almost platinum blond hair, and his complexion was absolutely flawless. "You see, I'm the ghost you were expecting." He told her, making the villainess gasp as fear began to rise in her again.
Shego reached for the handles, but found there weren't any I the car. Not to mention the locks on the door was gone as well. She ignited her hands and threw a flaming emerald fireball at the pane of glass that separated her from the driver, but found that her plasma had no effect on it at all!
"What the hell are you going to do with me?" she asked him.
"Just trying to help you, Miss Go. I hope you're ready for a trip down memory lane." The ghost said as the cab seemed to drive faster and faster. The world outside the car became nothing more than a blur as their speed increased. Her heart was pounding and her pulse raced as she saw the world around her change and warp into something from a Van Gogh painting. Before she could try and ask anything about where they were, they were all engulfed in a bright white light.
"Open your eyes, Shelia." The voice said to her, sounding warmer and comforting.
Shego slowly opened one eyes, and then the other. Both widened to the size of saucers as she saw where she was. They were standing outside of the Go City Elementary School. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things, but there it was! Covered in the white powder of snow, standing like it was brand new. The last time she saw the school, it was larger and had numerous tags on its walls. But here it was, looking like it did when she was – when she was a little girl.
"Don't tell me you're the ghost of," Shego didn't get to finish her sentence as she saw the cab driver. He stood before her with his hair combed back, wearing a brown derby on the top of his head. He was wearing a gray overcoat, almost blue, with a well made black suit underneath. "Who's your tailor? Bing Crosby?" she asked him.
"I thought it suited the time of year." The ghost said to her.
"Let me take a wild guess, Bing. You're the ghost of Christmas past and brought me here to show how I was before I became a real bitch. Am I right?" Shego asked him.
"Right on the nose." The ghost answered her.
"Listen pal, I can tell you now that it isn't going to work. This memory stuff might work for old misers and Bill Murray, but not for me." She told him.
"If you say so. But when Alexander the Great saw his mother again, he started to imitate Niagara Falls." The ghost said as he started walking toward the play area of the school.
"Well that ain't me buster. So how about doing us all a favor and putting me back in my apartment while you go star in a sappy Christmas Special?" she said as she followed him.
"Sorry, Shelia. But it isn't that easy." He told her.
"Would you please not call me that? My name is Shego!" she told him.
"Not here it isn't." he said as he pointed his thumb to the busy playground.
Shego looked, and her eyes couldn't believe what she was seeing. Déjà vu wouldn't have been a suitable word for the feelings she felt right then. It was everyone she had gone to school, and they were young! Kids again! She tried to speak, but she couldn't. Especially when she saw two older boys walk by. One was obsessing about his popularity while the other was trying to sneak a few pages at his comic book.
"I take it that you know those two?" the ghost asked her.
"More than I like to admit. Those are my brothers, Henry and Melvin." Shego said like she was talking about an embarrassing rash.
"I'm guessing from the tone of your voice that they're not your favorite siblings." The ghost said as he sat on a near by bench that was put in for the teachers.
"No shit, Sherlock. Mego is so obssesed with himself, I'm surprised he hasn't tried to marry himself yet. And Hego's head is completely lost in those stupid comic books. Not to mention he was a fanatic with that campy ass Fearless Ferret show with Timothy North. And they say television doesn't screw up the minds of children." Shego said.
"Have they always been like that?" the ghost asked.
"Like what?"
"A thorn in your backside?"
"No, they're a pain in my ass. All they do is constantly get on my nerves. They help everyone else because of the fame, but they'd never help me or the twins." Shego said.
"Really?"
"What's with the twenty questions, Casper? I just told you they wouldn't! God! Give me a phone; I'm calling the Ghost Busters on your ass." Shego said out of frustration.
"Sorry, Shelia. No one can see or hear us. This is like a rerun of an old television show. Besides, they did help out that one little girl out of the goodness of their hearts." The ghost said to Shego.
"Who?" Shego asked him, not remembering her brothers ever doing such a thing before in her life.
"That little girl over there." The ghost said as he pointed to a little girl with black hair, sitting in a tree with her nose stuck in a book.
The book was hiding the child's face, but she looked to be no older than six or seven years old. She wore a pair of black jeans that were close to getting holes in the knees, and what looked to be a Voltron sweater. Shego didn't recognize her. As far as she knew, she was the only kid in Elementary School that even owned clothes that had Voltron on them. That's when it hit her like a Mack truck hitting a squirrel on the highway.
"That's me?" she asked the ghost.
"Sure enough." He said with a smile.
"I don't remember being that little." Shego said as she cocked her head to one side as she watched the little girl.
"She's got her nose buried in Treasure Island. I wonder why she's sitting in the tree.
"Because I loved heights. Now I remember, I climbed that thing because I could see the whole playground. Not to mention the shade was great during the spring. I felt like the Child-Like Empress in her Ivory Tower every time I sat in that thing." Shego said as those long lost memories began to return.
"But how come you're sitting in a tree?" the ghost asked her as Shego sat on the bench.
"I was treated like a little adult by my parents, so I was different from everyone else. And around this time, if kids thought you were weird then they stayed away from you like the plauge." she told him. That's when she closed her eyes for a second and slapped herself in the forehead. "Nice try." She said.
"try? Trying what?"
"You're making me remember my past and open up so I can fall for this whole Christmas Carol thing." She said to him.
"I'm not trying anything, I'm just trying to make conversation." The ghost said to her.
Shego gave the ghost a small glare as the bell began to ring and echo across the playground, signaling the end of the school day. The kids immediately dropped what they were doing, grabbed their stuff, and ran for the waiting cars and buses. Shego just chuckled a little as she saw familiar faces that she hadn't seen in years run past. One face was a kid named Anthony. Everyone used to make fun of him because he had seizures so much. She let out a deep sigh as she remembered him.
"Something on your mind?" the ghost asked her.
"Just that little boy. His name's Anthony Sloan. He was one of the few friends I had." She told him.
"He seems like a nice boy."
"Don't judge a book by its cover. In Elementary and Middle School, he acted like an asshole." She told spirit beside her.
"Really? Wonder why?" the ghost asked out loud.
"Everyone teased him because of his seizures. He had a tumor in his brain that the doctors couldn't remove, and it was the cause for them. Instead of being supportive, a bunch of the kids royally teased him about it. So he became a jerk as a way to make them stop." Shego said.
"Did it work?"
"Of course not. Instead, they beat him up because of it. I liked him because he had a brain, like me." Shego said as her voice became softer and she drew in a deep breath to steady herself.
"What does he do now?" the ghost asked.
"Nothing. In college, he became a teacher's aid and really mellowed out. But he had a seizure so bad that it literally knocked him off of his feet. He cracked his head open on the stairs real bad, but it knocked the tumor loose enough for doctors to operate. He died of a massive seizure on Thanksgiving, two months before his surgery." She said as she bit her lower lip. That was the third time she had lost someone close to her.
"I'm sorry." The ghost said to her.
"It's okay. Now what were you saying about my brothers helping me? I don't remember them doing that." Shego said, wanting to change the subject.
"Just watch." The ghost said as he turned his attention to the little girl that jumped out of the tree and landed on her feet.
She took her time as she walked to wall where everyone had kept their backpacks. She put her book into the bright green and black pack and slung it over her shoulder, making sure it didn't catch her hair that had been tied back into a ponytail. She began to jog across the ice, hoping to catch some of her friends before they left. Shego smiled as she watched her younger self run. It had been so long since she had just been happy because of something so simple like getting to go home after school. Shego's eyes caught something along the path the girl was tacking, and she gasped when she recognized it. It was a patch of ice that had formed over the slab, but not enough for it to be recognized easily. What was worse, the little girl was heading straight toward it.
"WATCH OUT!" Shego screamed, but it was no use. Shego winced when she saw the girl place her foor onto it, and saw it slip out from under her. The girl's feet lost their balance and she landed hard on her butt. Hard enough to where she had bitten her tongue and drew blood. Shego felt like her heart was being torn out as she saw the girl begin to cry from the pain in both her lower back and from her mouth. She could see the small trail of crimson running down the girl's chin as her sobs began to echo across the blacktop. The only response the girl received was a fifth grader looking at her as he walked to his parent's car, and begin to laugh at her.
"What's wrong, baby? Lose your bottle?" the boy asked as he laughed at her even more, become the girl's cries to become louder and even more heart breaking.
"You little bastard, I should fry your ass right now!" Shego said as she began to stand up with her hands ablaze. The only reason she stopped was because the ghost had grabbed hold of her arm before she could do anything.
"You can't do anything, Shelia. These events have already happened and can not be changed. Besides, just watch." The spirit said as Shego looked back to the little girl.
The boy was still laughing his ass off as the younger Shego sat in pain as she cried her eyes out. Shego was getting upset by watching the display in front of her when she saw a tall, lanky boy jump up from behind the fifth grader and wrap his arms around the fifth grader's neck in a head lock. She watched the two struggle for a little bit, one trying to over power the other. The fifth grader was able to shift his weight and plant an elbow firmly into the lanky boy's ribs, making him release his headlock and fall to his knees in pain. As the fifth grader stood, a taller boy ran up to him, and clothes lined him hard with his fore arm. That's when both of the boys pulled the fifth grader to his feet and each gave him a death glare.
"If you ever make fun of our little sister again, we're going to hang your underwear from the flagpole while you're wearing it!" the lanky one said to the fifth grader.
"You can't do that!" the fifth grader said.
"He can't, but I can! And I'll do worse! NOW GET LOST!" the older boy said and threw the fifth grader to the ground. As soon as the fifth grader ran off, the two boys walked to the crying little girl and knelt beside her to see if she was okay. "Hey Sheki. Are you okay?" the older boy, Henry, asked her.
"My tongue hurts." The young Shego said as Henry used his shirt to wipe the blood from her chin.
"It'll be okay. How about we take you home and give that tongue some ice cream to make it better?" the lanky boy, Melvin, asked the little girl.
"Okay." The little girl said as she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater.
Shego just stood there, completely dumb founded at what she had just seen before her. Her older brothers Hego and Mego were helping her? This didn't make any sense at all! When the hell did this happen?
"Wouldn't ever help you?" the ghost asked Shego as they watched Hego carry the little girl down the street to their home.
"I don't remember this. Why the hell don't I remember something like this?" Shego asked, completely confused.
"You know the answer to that as well as I do, Shelia. Sometimes, we obsess over the bad memories so much that they block out the good ones." The ghost told her.
"Is this over yet?" Shego asked him.
"No, it's just starting." The ghost said to her as he removed his hat.
"I was afraid of that." Shego said as a bright light engulfed them again.
When Shego opened her eyes, her heart was in her throat. This time, she was in the living room of her parent's house! She hadn't seen it in years. It was just the way she remembered it as well. From her dad's ugly worn out recliner to the fireplace that used to sit in the living room. What also made it creepy was that it was fully decorated for Christmas. Near the windows was a large Christmas decorated in silver and gold decorations with a star sitting on the top. Under it were many presents of different sizes and colors and shapes. It was almost like someone had bought half of a store and placed it under there tree.
The house itself had multi colored tensile all over the door frames and walls, various Christmas decorations and Santa Claus statues. A nativity scene sat on the bookcase and mistletoe hung over the entrance to the living room.
"I don't believe this. This can't be real." Shego said.
"It is, Shelia. Your family home as it was, years ago." The spirit said.
"Before the comet hit." Shego whispered. "Why did you bring me here?" she asked him.
"To show you that you didn't always hate Christmas. See?" the ghost asked as he waved his hand to the living room entrance.
This time, Shego saw herself at age twelve. She was sneaking into the living room and began feeling the carefully wrapped gifts one by one. With each gift that had her name, she carefully examined it and sometimes shook it to see what it might be. You couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
"Still trying to find out secrets at that age?" the spirit teased.
"Oh, please! Every kid tries to find out what they're getting before Christmas Day. Of course I tried to find out what they were. Mom and Dad hid them so well that this was the only chance I would get." Shego said as she felt proud of how her skills developed at such a young age. Trying to find a way to take something without leaving any clues was her specialty. And that's what her younger self was trying to do now. But if Shego's memory served right, this didn't work for one reason.
"Shelia!" a firm, but gentle voice said to her.
"Mom!" Shego said as she got a good look at the woman who stood in the door way.
"Hi, mom." Young Shego said, trying to look innocent. "What are you doing up?"
"I was setting out milk and cookies for St. Nick. What were you doing?" the woman asked as she sat in her husband's recliner.
"I – I was just trying to – I was ,"
"You were trying to peek at your gifts again, weren't you?" the woman asked. The young child only lowered her head in shame. "Shelia, you know you're not supposed to do that." The older woman said.
"But I hate having to wait so long!" young Shego whined.
"Honey, tomorrow is Christmas morning. You don't have that much longer to wait." The woman said with a small chuckle.
"But I want to open them now!" the little girl said as she sat on the floor and pouted.
"How about this? If you go to bed now, I won't make you eat the turkey tomorrow?" her mom asked her.
"How about no turkey and the biggest slice of chocolate pie?" the little girl asked.
"How about pecan instead?" her mother asked her.
"I guess that might work." The little girl said, looking smug.
"Get to bed before your dad wakes up." Her mother said as she gave the young Shego a warm hug and a kiss on the forehead. She then gave the small child a gingerbread cookie and sent her off. As soon as young Shego was gone, the older woman walked to a near by closet and began removing more gifts that weren't wrapped. "Looks like Santa's going to have another long night." She said as she rubbed her temple.
"Mom? You were the one who set all that out?" she asked as she watched her mother get to work, making it look like a jolly old fat man had visited.
"I thought you knew that your parents were Santa Clause." The spirit said to her.
"I found out when I was fourteen." She said as she knelt by her mother and watched her.
"Fourteen?" the spirit asked, actually surprised by her answer.
"My parents were good actors. But I always thought dad set everything up. Even when," Shego stopped when she took another look at her mother, and saw her rubbing her chest gingerly. Shego just shook her head as her eyes started to water at the sight.
"You mean when she was ill?" the ghost asked her.
"Yeah. It wasn't long after this that they found out she had breast cancer, and then the comet hit me and my brothers. They removed her breast and gave her that radiation crap. A lot of good it did. She lost her hair, and got so thin that we could see her ribs. She went through all that, and the whole comet incident, and still did her best to act like there was nothing wrong with her." Shego said as a few more tears began to fall. "Her last Christmas Eve with us was when I was fourteen. That's when I found out Santa Clause wasn't real. That night I got up to see what he had left us, and I found an ambulance taking my mother to the hospital instead." Shego said as she lost control of her feelings as she watched her mother hard at work on the gifts.
"Yet you still celebrated Christmas after that." He told her.
"She didn't die until January, and this was always her favorite time of the year. Without mom, everyone started falling apart. Especially the twins. With these damn powers and no mom to comfort them,"
"You became the new matriarch of your family." The spirit finished.
"Someone had to. You saw Hego and Mego. And after mom died, dad lost himself in a stupid bottle. I still wonder if he ever noticed we had left when we formed Team Go." Shego said, still watching her mother and tried her best to wipe away the tears that wouldn't stop. "Happy now?" she asked the ghost, noticing he kept looking at her.
"There's nothing wrong with crying." He told her.
"Except that it shows how weak I am." She said.
"No it doesn't. It shows you that you still care. That you still truly miss those that are no longer with us. Instead of weakness, compassion and caring shows more strength than some people will ever know." He told her, trying to ease her pain.
"Can we go now? I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to see anything else." Shego said, tired of all these memories and these emotions.
"There's one more Christmas we have to see." The spirit said as he reached for his hat.
"Please, no." she begged as a white light engulfed them again.
She would never admit it to anyone. She was feared and respected, and she never showed any sign of weakness. But that didn't matter right now. She was scared to open her eyes again, scared to see what was coming next. Because there was that one memory, that one thing she still didn't want to see.
"Open your eyes, Shelia." The spirit gently said.
"I'm scared to." She said.
"The sooner you open your eyes, the sooner our journey will end." The spirit said to her.
She slowly opened her eyes, wiping away the lingering tears that had remained, and let her eyes focus. "Please God, no. Not this one." She begged as she saw the sight before her.
This Shego was now a teenager; a senior in High School to be specific. She was in her bedroom at the Go Tower, wearing an earlier version of her jumpsuit. It was a green and black top with no sleeves, and showing her midriff. One black glove and one green glove were on her hands, with black pants that had a green stripe going down both legs, with a pair of green boots with a dagger attached to the left boot. The teenage Shego seemed to be anxious as she stood in her room, waiting for someone as she looked out the window and watched the snow fall outside.
"Do you remember this moment?" the spirit asked.
"Yes." Shego said as her heart began to tighten knowing who her younger version was waiting for. "This was the one memory I didn't want to see." She said as she heard footsteps in the hall outside.
The door slid open and a young man that was her age walked in. He was a littler taller than her with shaggy dark brown hair that went to his shoulder, a few freckles were on his face that accented his chocolate brown eyes. A few chunks of snow fell off of him as he took off his black leather jacket.
"Do you know him?" the spirit asked.
"Yes. His name is John, my boyfriend. My – my only friend." She said as she watched the two school sweethearts embrace each other in a loving hug before kissing each other.
"Merry Christmas, Shego." He said to her.
"Merry Christmas to you, goofball." She said as they separated from each other.
"He sounds familiar." The older Shego said as she looked at her old love interest.
"I thought you said he was your boyfriend." The ghost said.
"He is, but I mean he reminds me of somebody else. Someone I know." Shego said as she tried to remember who it was her lover reminded her of.
"Why did you call me up here? You sounded like it was urgent." He told her.
"It is." Shego said as she went into her closet and pulled out a wrapped gift. She quickly tossed it to him as a smile crept on her face.
"A gift? That's what this is about?" he asked her.
"Not any gift. Open it up!" she said to him.
The young man tore off the wrapping paper as the younger Shego seemed to hold her breath. He opened the box that had been wrapped and pulled out a black leather case. He opened the case and saw that it was stainless steel knife with a neon green handle.
"A knife?" he asked her, a little puzzled by the gift.
"It's a diver's knife. You told me the one you had was stolen, so I bought you a new one. I thought it would be useful for these." She said as she handed him two large pieces of paper. The young man took them from his girlfriend's hands and looked at the writing. His jaw almost became unhinged when he saw what they were.
"Two first class tickets to Jamaica?" he asked her, stunned by the gift.
"I cashed in a few favors. They've got a great spa there, and I figured we could check it out after we go scuba diving. Then maybe some dancing, a little romance, and who knows what else?" she asked seductively as she threw her arms around his neck.
"Shego, I – I don't know what to say." He said as he hugged her in return, but still looked troubled.
"Baby, what's wrong?" she asked him.
"I got you something, but – it's nothing like this." He said to her as he looked downward.
"I'm sure I'll like it. It's from you isn't it?" she asked him.
The boy reached into his back pocket of his black jeans and pulled out a flat velvet box. Shego took it from him and opened it to reveal a broach that had a black stone in it.
"It's supposed to be the same kind of rock they put in mood rings. I saw it in a pawn shop and thought it would look good on you." He said.
"It's beautiful. Thank you!" she said as she hugged him again as she held onto the broach tightly.
The older Shego had slowly been stroking the broach on the neck of her jumpsuit as she watched the sight before her. More tears began to form as she recalled this night. But she was also weeping because of what she knew was coming.
"I don't have a lot of money, but I promise you that I'll get you something better." He told her.
"You don't have to." The younger Shego said as they continued to hold each other.
"But I want to. Someday, I'll give you the world." He said to her.
"Please, don't do it." Shego said to the ghost beside her, knowing what he was about to do.
"We have to." He said as there was another flash of white light.
When it faded, they were in a lab looked like it had been in the middle of a war zone. In the middle of the lab was the same young Shego with her hands lit, fighting a man wearing a mask that covered the upper half of his face while he wore enhanced battle armor in order to fight Shego.
"This was low! Even for you!" young Shego shouted to the mad man as she hurled several energy blasts at the man.
The mad man raised a force field and deflected the blasts like they were spitballs. "It's no use, Shego. I've studied everything about you and I've learned from our previous encounters. You will not defeat me again." The man said as two glowing energy blades extended from both of his gauntlets.
"But on Christmas Day? I was fixing to go on a date you asshole!" Shego said as she dodged each swipe he made at her with his glowing blades. The old Shego knew what the younger one was trying to do, and she was silently begging the young woman not to do it.
"You can't always get what you want, Shego!" the mad man shouted as he backed her into a corner as a grin formed on his face. "Any last words, brave hero?" he asked her as he made another strike at her.
Shego quickly ducked and rolled out of the way. The blade singed a few strands of her black hair and cut into the main power cables. Sparks started to fly as the mad man realized what he had done.
"How about screw you?" she asked as she ducked behind a computer console as the ruptured cables exploded, sending the mad man flying and crashing against the wall.
The combination of the explosion and impact against the wall shorted out his battle suit, and began to violently electrocute him! His screams echoed across the room for what seemed like an eternity. The older Shego covered her ears, not wanting to hear the man's cries as he screamed. Tears were rolling down her face as the screams continued until they finally stopped. The older Shego opened her eyes when the screams stopped, but she slowly began to shake her head as she saw her younger version run to the fallen villain.
"Professor Chaos! Oh my God, I didn't want you to get hurt like this! I was just trying to – what the hell?" Young Shego asked as she saw the villains mask had come loose. When she removed the mask, her face became a ghostly white as she let out a heart aching scream of "NO!"
She cradled the fallen villain in her arms as she parted his hair out of his face. There were a few burns here and there, and his breathing was labored, but it was non other than her boyfriend John.
"Shego – I-I'm sorry." John breathed.
"John, why didn't you tell me?" young Shego asked as she started to cry.
"D-didn't want you to – to hate me." He said to her.
"But why?" she asked him.
"I didn't – didn't plan on this. I became friends with you to – to understand you more. B-but I – I feel in love with you. I wanted to gi- give you the world." He told her.
"For me? You were doing this for me?" she asked him.
"Yes. I love you so much, and I – wanted you to give you everything you d-deserved." He told her as he rubbed her cheek. "I-I love you s-so much." He said as she held his hand to her cheek.
"I'm sorry." She said to him as both young and older Shego were crying uncontrollably.
"It's okay. I know you didn't mean for – for me to get h-hurt." He said to her.
His breath began to quicken, like he was hyperventilating. His limbs stiffened briefly before he slowly let out a deep breath, and fell limp. The young Shego held onto him tightly as she cried into his hair, not wanting to believe what had just happened. As she gently laid his body down, she noticed he had clipped the knife she bought him to his belt. She removed the belt and looked at it. She looked down at the small knife attached to her boot, and then ripped it off from it's resting place. She then gently place the knife where hers once sat before she slowly stroked her lover's face.
"I love you John. I love you. I'll be a good villain for you, John. I'll be a better villain. And I'll give the world to you." The younger Shego said.
"Stop it! STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE, JUST STOP IT!" the older Shego screamed as she fell onto her knees, unable to take the pain she had to relive in front of her. She was so upset and lost in her crying that she didn't notice the bright light again.
The only time she noticed anything was when she started coughing from crying so much and so hard. When she tried to regain her breath, she noticed that she was back in her apartment in New York again. Her fire was going, and it looked just like it had before she had left. She got up and looked at a near by clock, and saw it had only been an hour. All that in only an hour? But did she really live that? Did it really happen or was it just a dream? She took a seat on her couch as she tried to think.
As she did, she noticed she was stroking the broach on her jumpsuit. The same one John had given her. She looked down at her boot, and saw the knife was still there. The same one she had decided to wear since that day. The only time she had to use it was to cut through wires and jungle growth, but never to kill. That was the one thing she swore not to do. Before and after that day. As she looked at the knife, she felt her heart break open again. She laid herself down onto the couch, holding herself as she did so, and let her pain out as she began to weep at seeing her loose the love of her life all over again.
Author's Note: With Shego and her boyfried; it was inspired by a picture I saw on Deviant Art. I can't find it right now since so many people have posted more pictures of thegreen villainess, but it had an explination to why Shego became a villain. It was the main insperation for this story. That and the movie Scrooged. I'll have the last two chapters up as soon as I can.