Thunder

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Shego heard a slight grumbling. She turned to Drakken, her blue boss, a quizzical look on her face.

"You hungry or something?" She asked, hoping she was right.

Drakken dropped the tools he was holding, and looked to her direction. He closed his eyes and thought about her inquiry.

"Well?"

"Nope," he said, for the most part ignoring her impatience. He had gotten used to it over the years.

Shego sighed, and got up from her lounging position on the couch. She had requested it when she first started working with Dr. D, because when she wasn't working, but was still required in the work space, she enjoyed relaxing. She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, and stared out at the not-quite silent night.

Drakken watched her intently. He dropped his wrench for the second time, and got up from his work bench. He stepped right next to her, looking at their reflections in the window.

Shego studied Drakken's mirrored face in the window. "What are you doing over here?" She asked.

Drakken shrugged. Another low grumbling was heard. Shego's eyes got slightly wider.

"Big storm tonight?" Drakken asked, walking away from the window and over to the couch. He snatched the newspaper from the coffee table in front of it. Shego eyed the night sky warily.

Drakken made slight humming noises as he flipped through the newspaper, ignoring the giant 'WANTED' article about him and his sidekick. Apparently, it was a bad idea to take Commodore Puddles for a walk when anyone could see them.

He murmured a little 'Aha!' noise as he found the weather section. Shego shot him a look, and then immediately turned back to the window, where she could see little clouds rolling in. Great, just great.

"Ooh, 75 chance of rain, and there's supposed to be a big thunderstorm tonight, Shego." Drakken stated. Shego shivered slightly, how she hated thunderstorms.

"C-can we try to get... out of here... before it... starts?" Shego asked, trying to hide her fear and distaste.

"No, the hovercar's out of fuel, and I doubt anyone's willing to fly us out of the Caribbean." He said as shook his head. Another rumbling was heard, sounding louder than before.

Shego felt like screaming, or powering up her fists. Why is there no gas? Did you forget, Oh Wise One? What a great scientist you turned out to be, Brainiac. She could almost hear the taunts roll off her tongue. Instead, she chose silence.

"Why?" Drakken asked, turning his curious face towards Shego, who was literally staring off into space.

She didn't answer him, again. She just hummed out a little sigh of disappointment, hoping her boss hadn't heard her.

Drakken waited a few minutes for her reply, but the minutes seemed like hours to him. He, too, was impatient. Maybe that's why her impatience didn't annoy him, as it did other people.

He wandered back over to his work bench, his brain riddled with thoughts. Shego never acted like this. She'd always been one to voice her opinions, no matter whose feelings it hurt. He decided to try and make one more stab at starting conversation.

"So, eh, this thunderstorm will, eh, create more of an, er, effect on my evil scientist mood, don't you think?" He asked.

This time she didn't even acknowledge his question. She leaned in closer to the window, and pressed her hand up against it.

Thunderstorms were not Shego's thing.

Author's Notes: Um. Wow. This was a total act of randomness. Basically, I've been superbly bored, and it's been raining often.

I was just thinking, during one of the thunderstorms, 'Wouldn't it be interesting to play Shego up as the slightest bit vulnerable?' IDK. It's just a plot bunny that was viciously gnawing the corner of my brain.

Thanks to LongSworder for reading over this for me. You're a great man, buddy!

And Ninnik- hope you have/had a great time on Vacation!