Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or have any claim to it.

Author's Note: I had been asked if I was going to add to this story, and several of you have recently been reviewing and requesting more, so I decided it was time to get off the mark and actually finish this continuation. I do expect this to remain a fairly short story – maybe 3 or 4 chapters. I am trying to remain consistent with my own Drakgo universe, so I don't want to carry this tale too far and potentially collide with either canon or my other writings.

I am working on The College Years: Freshman Year, but it's going very slowly. I was hoping this shorter project would help to get me back into the Kim Possible world.

Moodulation Aftermath

Shego sat alone for a long time, only shifting when she started to feel stiff or something on the ground became uncomfortable. There was no conscious thought involved with these movements, merely the instinctual response of her body. Her mind was fully occupied in reviewing everything that had happened over the past day or two.

The "Moodulator Incident," as it would come to be known, was quite possibly the worst thing that had happened to Shego in her entire career, including both the hero and villain years. She'd worked so hard to keep her emotions tightly controlled, avoiding intimacy of any kind (the purely physical variety didn't count) and preserving herself from pain. This one, demonic device had thrown all of that effort out of the window in no time at all. Mercifully, her memories of things she had done had a sort of distant, dreamlike quality. Her consciousness might have been somehow veiled by the intense feelings that had gripped her at the time, or maybe it was just a side effect of the invention.

Unfortunately, what she did remember made her cringe, and she couldn't help wondering how much worse the actual events must have been. She'd cried uncontrollably in front of her boss…before flirting outrageously with him. Finally, she'd attempted to kill him in a fit of rage that she could not now comprehend. Sure, he could be annoying, and demanding, and more than a little needy. And yes, she had been known to threaten him with her powers before. She'd never really meant anything by it, though, and she thought he understood that. Why else would he keep her on? Nobody wants a sidekick who might murder you in your bed without warning. Shego was snarky and dangerous but generally loyal. The question of why she remained loyal was something to be analyzed another time. Or not.

At last, Shego got gingerly to her feet. It was truly night by now, the landscape lit only by the moon and stars above and the city glow of Middleton behind her. That was plenty of light for someone who was accustomed to skulking around in the dark. While she was still not certain what all of the ramifications of this roller-coaster day would be, she needed to get back to the lair. Maybe things would look different once she'd had a good night's rest. She was clearly in no condition to make any major life decisions now.

She was glad that Dr. D had left her here, to sort things out on her own. Would he be expecting her back tonight? Ever? His departure had been fairly neutral, but she thought she'd detected a subtle invitation in it. Despite her resolution not to make any decisions tonight, Shego couldn't help wondering if their working relationship could survive this. Things would have to be awkward between them, at least for a while. Could they eventually forget about it, as they routinely forgot about all past failures to work on a new plan? Would things really go back to normal? Did she want them to?

That last thought brought Shego up short. She stopped mid-stride, almost losing her balance before remembering to put her foot back down on solid ground. Where had that come from? Since when had she…?

Moonlight reflected off of something on the ground, providing a welcome interruption to her uncomfortable train of thought. Focusing on it, she saw that it was the very device that Dr. D had pulled off her neck earlier. Crouching down to view it more closely, it looked as if he'd stepped on it before moving on, cracking it further. Suddenly, that wasn't enough. Anger rushed through her, and while it wasn't the insane rage that had overcome her before, the emotion was still strong. Summoning her power, she incinerated the offensive object. Watching its ashes smolder, Shego took a deep breath and felt a little bit better.

Arriving at the lair, Shego paused. Was she honestly ready to face this place and what she might have done to it? Was she prepared to face him? Squaring her shoulders, she decided that she was going to have to do it sometime; it might as well be now.

She needn't have worried. When the door opened at the press of her palm, loud noise greeted her. Following the sound led her to Dr. D's laboratory/office. Peeking in curiously, she could see Dr. D busy attacking one of the walls with an industrial-sized sander of some kind. He was wearing goggles and hearing protection; a stampede of bison could have come in before he would notice anything. Sparing a glance for what he was so dead-set on sanding before she went on her way, Shego suppressed a shudder. The wall was sporting a decoration that hadn't been there a few days ago – a giant heart. And if she wasn't mistaken, her initials and Dr. D's were inside it.

Did I do that? she thought, horrified anew. It did look like the work of her plasma. She retreated quickly to her room. Once there, she sat down again in a state of shock, trying to assimilate this new information. Eventually, she realized that she felt very grimy and thought that a shower might help both her physical and emotional well-being. No sooner was the thought completed than she was heading for the bathroom of her suite. The hot water did, in fact, wash away much of her accumulated stress. By the time she was dried and in her pajamas, the mental and physical exhaustion of the day caught up with her, and she discovered that she was too tired even to think. She sank rapidly into a heavy sleep, content to save any problems her erratic behavior might have caused for the morning.

Dr. Drakken shut the sander off and pushed his safety goggles up onto his head, sitting back to admire his handiwork. This might not be the best tool for the job, but he had made progress. The lower portion of the heart was greatly faded now, and the S and G were no longer readable. Not bad for an evening's efforts.

After wiping the sweat off of his forehead, he checked his watch and frowned. It had been over two hours since he came back, and he hadn't seen any sign of Shego yet. Then again, he'd been absorbed in his noisy task, and she could walk silently when she wanted to. Wasn't that part of the reason he'd taken up this project in the first place? So that she could avoid him if she wished?

However, he had underestimated how concerned he would be. He tapped his fingers against his chin thoughtfully. Of all of the women in the world, Shego was probably the one most able to take care of herself. Still, she'd seemed so vulnerable, earlier…she could not be happy that she'd shown weakness in front of him. Would she quit? Was it possible she'd already run off? Was she just wandering around in the dark?

Drakken didn't think that his sidekick would leave without at least taking her personal effects. She'd learned to travel light, naturally, but when she had the chance, there were a few things she always preferred to move with her. Of course, it was possible that she could have snuck in, retrieved those items, and left, without him being any the wiser.

Standing up, he pulled out his earplugs and decided to check her room. As he drew closer to her suite, though, he discovered that such an action wasn't really necessary. He heard the distinctive sound of water running – specifically, a shower. He breathed a sigh of relief. She was at the lair after all, likely intending to at least spend the night. No decisions needed to be made just yet, and he didn't have to either enter her personal space or risk insulting her by searching for her outside.

Even as Drakken moved away, he heard the water stop. For the first time in their long association, it occurred to him that Shego was naked in there. He didn't allow himself to dwell on such thoughts for long, of course. When she was in her right mind, she'd been perfectly clear about the boundaries of their relationship. Not that he'd ever really seen her in anything other than a professional light. Well, not seriously, anyway. He was only human, at the end of the day, but…what sane man would want to venture into such dangerous waters? No, it was much better for them to maintain a certain, respectful distance. Besides, he'd resigned himself to a life without romance some 20 years ago, and only once in all that time had he attempted to pursue it. His temporary insanity regarding Dr. Amy Hall still irked him. That entire episode had been ill-advised and disastrous, convincing him that he was better off with ambition as his only mistress.

Now that he thought about it, he was filthy, and even his seemingly boundless energy was reaching its limit. He strode to his private rooms, took his own shower, and went to bed.

Author's Note: I'm sorry this is sort of short, but a) the next scene was getting too long, and I figured my readers would rather have a short chapter than have to wait a couple more weeks and b) the first chapter was only about 1,000 words, and I like to keep the chapters of my multi-chapter stories roughly the same length.

I want to give a blanket thank you to everyone who reviewed. You helped inspire me to come up with a little more story to tell here.