Author's note: Oooh the lameness of this chapter, I do apologize for this. The writing for this chapter happened during the deciding time of where I was going with this story, and thus it was extremely difficult for me to get my words down on the computer. For you all, I shall work TEN TIMES harder next time I write. I hope you like it though, even if I do find it terribly lame.

I suppose I should do a disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim possible or any of its characters yadda yadda yadda

AND GO!


Drakken had been surprisingly well-behaved on the hover drive back to the Middleton Lair. He had been so quiet, in fact, he had managed to fall asleep without Shego even noticing. The low hum of the motor within the topless, blue, tin flying contraption mixed with the billowing wind as it blew past, and watching the whipping of Shego's flowing hair as it was thrust back behind her had lulled him to a comatose state. It came to him even faster than it did when his mother rocked him in her lap during his younger days. So deep was his sleep, that he barely even twitched, not letting out a single snore or grumble. Excuse the overused phrase, but he was literally as quiet as a mouse. Those little creatures tend to make hardly a sound as they skitter around int heir hiding places, so truly it is a very descriptive way to elaborate on the sleep patterns of a certain Drew Lipsky.

Shego figured that he was just enthralled with the view of the town below them as the flew over Middleton and across the water, but no. He was sleeping, completely unconscious in his seat next to her. She only realized it when she asked him a question, and he did not respond.

"Drakken!", she growled as her bare hands gripped the steering sticks of the hovercraft. Her teeth gritted together when he didn't acknowledge that she had spoken his name. Shego paused when he did not respond, what was he too drunk to speak to her now? Was he giving her the silent treatment for giving him a plasma blast earlier that night? Either way it was completely unnacceptable, he was her boss, this kind of behavior was uncalled for on every single level. The fact that she even wanted for him to dance with her after he had that much to drink was a mistake, oh no, she would never do that again. Never.

After she glanced over his way, and the sudden realization that he was sound asleep set in, Shego's eyebrows lowered in utmost displeasure. Without sympathy, she leaned over just above Drakken's right ear, and sucked in a nice big breath of air.

"DREW!", Shego just shouted at the top of her lungs, keeping her hands firmly on the controls since she wasn't exactly paying attention to the air in front of them. Birds in a distant tree, as they came to the edge of the land and water, dispersed in sudden panic at the loud, ear-splitting holler that escaped the green woman's lips.

Drakken jerked forward as if the whole continent had shifted over in that brief moment, the looked of surprise on his face was unparalleled by anything else on earth. The sound of his true name rang through his ear drums and bounced around within his big blue head. His eyes darting back and forth, looking around as though he thought they were being bombed during the next world war or something.

"Oh Cheese and Buttons, Shego!", He exclaimed with complete dismay, his voice squeaking with fear as he cowered in his seat. A smirk of enjoyment played across Shego's lips and she tapped the fuel gauge with her ungloved finger. Drakken stared down at her hand, following the curvature of her finger to the glass casing around the fuel meter.

"Wha-", he began to speak, but found that he couldn't finish his question before he was interrupted.

"Hey! I'm talking, don't you cut me off.", she snapped, and turned her eyes back onto the air in front of them. Her eyebrows furrowed unpleasantly, she did not wish to be messed with at the moment. A knowing tone slowly worked its way into her voice, but when she spoke up again, Drakken also detected a hint of worry. If Shego was worried… something was wrong. Quite wrong.

"When was the last time you filled this thing with gas?", Her voice was softer, less harsh, but he couldn't tell if it was because she was tired of being angry, or if the worry was increasing. Drakken delved into the recesses of his intoxicated mind to try and find an answer to her inquiry. He grasped at memories, but couldn't quite get a hold on any that were useful. He felt as though he was just flailing around aimlessly in his thoughts, nothing was profitable, nothing was bringing him back to the last time he filled his hovercraft with fuel.

"Let me see the gauge!", he leapt forward quite uncoordinatedly, and flopped down nearly landing on Shego as he scanned the dashboard in front of them, searching for the glass case. His intoxication was proving to be quite the nuisance. With a roll of her eyes, Shego lifted her hands off of the controls for a brief moment, and placed them on the sides of Drakken's head to lead his gaze in the right direction.

"Ah, yes, that is quite empty.", Drakken stated almost causing Shego to smack her palm to her forehead. The idiocy of that statement astounded her.

"Of course its almost empty!", she seethed, "Were not even almost home, how will we make it back?", she asked shooting him a glare as he made his way back to his seat, climbing up like an ape, Shego's shoulder's hunched in frustration. It seemed that even drunk Drakken was impossible to to get through to. He was just as difficult as always.

Once again Drakken didn't respond, and it took all of Shego's willpower not to slam her face down onto the dashboard. He was such a child. Wether he was angry, happy, depressed, or just neutral, he acted like he was an infant. Always needing her assistance, or her approval, and getting angry when she never showed it, or gave it to him. Oh, it was blissfully joyful to not give Drakken what he wanted, what with his overreactions and all, but at times like this she wished for at least a sliver of maturity. She knew though, as always, that she would not get what she wanted tonight, especially since the man who was supposed to act like her boss was nearly wasted. The sad part was, she wasn't even surprised.

Turning her gaze back over to Drakken, she found that his face resembled nothing of worry, or panic seeing as though they might as well just topple over any moment and fall into the sea of water beneath them. He looked almost gleeful, a wondrous smile splitting his face, his hands balled up in fists by his cheeks, as though he couldn't contain his joy.

"What?", Shego snapped.

"You said home.", his voice shaking, it seemed he was about to start laughing.

"What?", she repeated, with less snap, more confusion.

"Home.", he told her, "You called our lair Home! Do you really consider it that Shego?", he asked, nearly bouncing up and down in his seat.

Shego felt a blush beginning on her face, so she turned away immediately. Had she really said that? Stupid! she shouted at herself mentally. Sure the lair was a home, her home, for god's sake she lived there. Still, she had always made sure to keep that boundary between her and Dr. D, a boundary that he always seemed to try and cross. Shego didn't want him thinking she had any feelings of affection for the hideous metal beast that they went to bed in every night, and woke up in every day.

"What of it?", her eyes narrowed in dissatisfaction, just the idea that he enjoyed the notion of that statement made her cringe.

"Well…", he said, noticing finally the antipathy in her aura, he tapped the tips of his fingers together in nervous convulsion, his pause was absolutely palpable. "I was just thinking… I mean, if that were true… does that mean.. maybe.. that we truly are.."

Oh lordy, Shego thought to herself in exasperation.

"One big happy evil family?", She interrupted with sarcasm that cut like a sharp serrated axe, "I don't think so."

And with that, the hovercraft bucked jaggedly forward. Gasps of terror and surprise escaped both of their lips, the engine in the motor slowing due to its lack of energy from the lack of fuel.

"Drakken!", Shego growled as though this was his fault. Mainly she was just frightened, and was used to blaming him for mishaps. Both of them turned and looked at each other with wide, unsettling eyes. Even though they were currently on the verge of death, Drakken couldn't help but notice how terribly green her seeing holes were. He wouldn't like to see them blown up or flattened like pancakes on the ground, no, he wouldn't like that at all. He sucked in his gut, and clenched his jaw, preparing to rescue his lovely employee and himself.

"Prepare for landing!", Drakken declared in response causing them to both look over the edge of the craft to see what exactly they would be landing on.

Water. It was just water.

With a thrash of thunderous speed, Drew had shoved his way into Shego's position at the controls. With the instinct of survival on his mind, his body seemed to forgo the intoxication, and react as though it were completely sober.

He turned back to her.

"Do you trust me Shego?", he asked her, a serious look on his face that she couldn't even ignore, and blinking, it took her a moment before she could really take his question into effect.

The weight of the inquiry piled down on her harder than she had expected. Trust. It was such a large, heavy word when you thought about it. The ability to trust is a great one, and yet, the opposite is as well. The firm belief in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone or something is not something to be taken lightly. Did Shego trust him? Did she have faith in her boss… her friend?

"Y-yes.", she said, alarming even herself with the answer. How could she say no to him though? There were so many examples of his unreliability, yet.. she kept believing that he would somehow achieve his goals. That's why she hadn't left him yet, she believed in him. The notion sickened her, trust wasn't something easily gained when it came to Shego.

The answer was a surprise to Drakken as well, it was a pleasant surprise, but a surprise nonetheless.

"Then, for the next couple of minutes, please keep your mouth closed.", he told her, in a very commanding tone. All she could do was stare at him whilst she moved across the hovercraft into the open seat.