A/N: Lots on my plate and lots on my head, makes me pretty busy indeed. Sorry for the short update, I'm still tossing ideas around.

Thanks for reading.

Shego gingerly walked to the front of the room, ignoring the stares of the 3rd graders. She raised her hands to conduct and they slowly, but eventually quieted down. They looked at her hesitantly as they raised their weapons.

"Come on, you know better than that," she said, putting her hands down again before raising them again. This time, the children picked up their musical instruments at the same time.

"Ah, one, two, three," she moved her hands and began the song. Hot Cross Buns wasn't the most complicated song in the world but the kids only had their instruments for a handful of months. Shego knew they would get better... if they practiced like she constantly told them to.

And so, the day went, each hour sending in a different grade level to the music room.

"Mikey, where is your trombone pointing at? Think of it as a laser and you're aiming it at my head," Shego told one boy. The other children laughed.

"Flutes, elbows up and sit up straight."

"Jackie! Is that gum in your mouth?"

"You, take off your hat!"

By the last period of the day, Shego was sitting down and had let the older kids have a "quiet" study hall instead. Some went to the sound-proof practice rooms to either actually practice, or goof off. Shego wasn't really worried. They were generally well-behaved kids as they liked their teacher. She was cool. And they also knew how scary she was when she was pissed. It was healthy mix of love, respect, and fear. Just as she preferred it.

"I need a TA to boss around," Shego sighed as she sat in her office. The walls were covered with pictures and drawings and letters and whatever else her students wanted to hand her. There were also numerous plaques and trophies but they were just gathering dust and taking up space. Her desk was neatly organized because she knew from experience that music sheets tended to come to life and attempt to take seige on her desk. Shego occasionally looked at the window that looked out into the music room to check on her students.

There was a knock on her door. Shego turned to see the principal.

"Oh, hey, Dr. D, what can I do for you?" she asked, bored already. Whoever was the more who placed Drakken as principal needed to be fired. The man was so incompetent, even the students could see it. The man stuttered and fumbled with his tie.

A student walked in and stood there with a deer-the-headlights look. "Uh, sorry."

"What do you need?" Shego asked her student with amusement.

"Mouthwash," the student smiled back and slowly inched to the sink placed there, keeping his eyes on Drakken. No doubt he was going to tell his friends about it and make fun of the principal behind his back. Shego knew the names the kids called him. She had to grudgingly admit that some of those names (which were sometimes pretty good) didn't come from her.

"Go ahead," Shego nodded and proceeded to go back to her paperwork, ignoring Drakken.

The sound of the door closing as the student stepped out pulled her from her paperwork. She looked up and wasn't surprised that Drakken was still there.

"Just checking on you, I heard you were in some sort of car accident?" the man asked nervously. "The school can't afford another substitute teacher this week."

"I'm fine," Shego replied, and rolled her eyes. "Is that all?"

He nodded, looking satisfied with himself, and left. Shego resisted to roll her eyes again. Her mother used say that her face might get stuck a funny way if she made faces too often. She was beginning to think that she probably did roll her eyes too often.

Or maybe, there was just too many idiots in this world.

Kim sighed and stared at the clock on the wall. The hands didn't move faster as much as she willed it. She was tired of picking up calls and doing paperwork all day. She half wondered if she should call the woman she met the other day but decided that it would come off as desperate. Well, maybe she was just a teensy bit eager. Shego was just... there was something about her that Kim liked.

She sighed wistfully, shuffling her papers. Maybe if she got everything done, she can take a day off. She smiled as her eyes caught a picture frame on her desk, right next to her computer.

Yes, she decided, a day off sounded good.

She went about her task with a little more enthusiasm.

"What?" Shego asked irritably as she lounged on the couch of her apartment reading a book. Her brothers made it a point to drive her crazy and therefore spent time at her place despite her protests. Her younger brother, Mego, was leaning on the back of the couch, hovering over her with a smug grin on his face.

"Hego told me you have a date," Mego teased.

"Yeah, what of it?" Shego huffed.

"Is she hot?" Mego asked.

"Yes, now will you leave me alone?"

"Are you gonna sleep with her?"

"Mego, can you, please, leave me alone?" She raised the book, preparing to strike him.

"I'm surprised that this is the first girl I hear about in a while. You do have a reputation to keep up," he said, raising his hands defensively.

"Well, she was pretty cute, so I'm thinking about it." Shego smirked then smacked Mego with the book. "Now, leave me alone."

"Fine," Mego grumbled, covering his cheek, "I'll just ask Hego." Their older brother, who was religiously watching and humming to a Glee episode, was only to happy to share the juicy details. "She was totally flustered."

"Hego, shut up." If she could lasers from her eyes, Hego would have been vaporized.

"You should have seen her," Hego laughed. "Could barely speak, stuttering like hell! What a loser—ow!"

"That's what you get, bitch," Shego said smugly. She may or may have not thrown the book at Hego's head. She winced when she realized that he needed what little brain cells he had left.

Oh well.

Hego rubbed his head with a frown but continued impishly, "Baby sis is totally off her game with this one."

"No way," Mego mock gasped. "The 'Great' Shego is losing her touch?"

"Don't think I've run out of things to throw," Shego sing-songed evilly.

"And I'm gonna go elsewhere!" Hego said with fake cheerfulness and got up from the couch to get out of the living room, muttering something about "psycho bitch" and "mistress of pain" under his breath. Mego wisely followed him. Shego failed to resist the urge to roll her eyes, "Pussies."

Shego stared contemplatively at the coffee table and decided that, for once, her brother was –shit, dare she say it?– right. She really was out of character with that redhead. She decided then and there that Kim's impression of her needed to be fixed. She was the huntress, not the prey. A predatory smile took over her face as she set up a game plan.

Across town, a certain red head sneezed.

A/N: Ah, the "love" between siblings.