Boredom
It was a word that, for Shego, had been redefined in the past four years. Boredom took on a completely new meaning, a new severity, a new tone.
Boredom
It was no longer a period between bouts of excitement and engaging activities. A temporary state that came with the job. Now, it was her job. She maintained the dull monotony.
Boredom
It is strange, Shego though once, how much more devestating boredom seemed when one had nothing left to occupy their time. For her, that meant no vacations, no heists. No Kim. It was torture.
Boredom
It was a well paid torture though. Drakken's paranoia over the past few years knew no bounds. No longer was she his resident procurement specialist, now she was his bodyguard.
Boredom
She embraced it now. Maintained it. She kept herself as busy as possible doing so. Four years doing the same job, day after day, and she tried every day to stop herself from slipping into autpilot.
Boredom
She hated it, fled from it, but paradoxically, spent her time ensuring its continued existence. She had to keep busy somehow, because if she let boredom take over as she had been oft to do years ago, her mind would inevitably drift back to...
Kim
That night haunted her dreams, lurking on the edge of her consciousness stay and night. She remembered it with perfect clarity. The rush of wind against her face, the tug of her makeshift sling against the rope. The explosion. The scream. The silence.
"Shego!"
Drakken's voice snapped her back to reality. She shook herself, forcing her pained memories back to the edge of her thoughts.
"What is it Dr. D?" She shouted down to him.
"Get down here!"
Sighing, she pulled on a slightly worn, brown coat, and stepped out of the security room.
A/N: I apologize for the long wait. This chapter was initially supposed to be longer, but I don't have the energy to write the rest. For me, it's been a draining few weeks. So you get exposition. Rejoice.