A/N: It's been a while since I put on a short. So here it is!


Blonde?


Shego looked at the nails on her glove as she filed them to a better point. The one was getting far more worn then she liked and she wasn't sure she had a spare one lying around. Her thoughts about a possible location of one were interrupted when Drakken yelped. She glanced up to see him hopping on one foot, a pile of random parts scattered around him. Shego sighed and tossed her file down before getting up.

"You know when I got you those things, I didn't expect to spend the next three days digging through storage and your weird hoarding," scoffed Shego as she picked up a few larger items.

"It's not hoarding Shego," snapped Drakken. "It's protecting mass amounts of future useful products from being incinerated by an obnoxious teen and her idiot side-kick."

"It's shoving a bunch of junk and scrap into what should be a safe room for your more extreme thefts and projects." Shego held up a bent piece of metal. "This is partially melted... What are you doing with this?"

"It's half an elbow," responded Drakken before snatching it from her.

"For one of your metal girlfriends," smirked Shego.

Drakken glared.

"The Bebes were not my girlfriends," hissed Drakken. "They were an army of perfection created to assist me in revenge and world domination."

"Uh huh," muttered Shego. She dug out an old blonde wig. "So you just made them curvy and blonde for...fun?"

"It was both aesthetic and for movement," responded Drakken as she dug around the room. "They needed room for internal hardware, multiple mock joints, and swivel movements... Give me that."

Shego had put on the wig while he had ranted. She moved as his hand swiped at the wig.

"Oh please," scoffed Shego. She posed in a broken reflective metal sheet propped on the wall. "You made curvy blonde babes with weapons and called them Bebes. You made them blonde because it's your thing."

"I did not...my thing?" asked Drakken. He rolled his eyes. "This again. I don't have a thing for blondes."

"Says the man with boxes of blonde wigs, made blonde robot...assistants, and has a blonde—"

"Will you stop narrating," glared Drakken as he interrupted her. "Don't we have a rule about that."

"More like an agreed-upon statement," smirked Shego.

She pulled the wig around her face as Drakken continued digging around for parts. It made her skin seem darker than her pale pigment would ever allow. She glared. No amount of sun would ever change that. She struck a few poses, playing with the hair trying to imagine herself with lighter hair. Not that she would or ever could dye her hair. She glared slightly. Whatever powers coursed through her and her brothers' veins prevented any dye from ever sticking, spray-on ones aside.

"What are you doing?"

Shego looked over to where Drakken stood watching her. He had a disturbed look on his face and she realized she had been posing and fluffing the wig for nearly five minutes. She wondered if he had been talking to her and she hadn't heard him. She quickly looked at her reflection and was glad the slight embarrassment didn't show on her face. A small thought occurred and she bit her lip and fought the devious smirk. She sobered her face and turned around towards Drakken.

"Thinking of a new look," said Shego confidently. "Maybe a darker blonde though. These are a bit too light."

"You're joking," grumbled Drakken. His eyes narrowed.

"No," shrugged Shego. "It makes me look tanner. Besides. You clearly would like a blonde assistant. If that's why you made the Bebes."

Drakken's brow furrowed and he scrunched up his face in clear annoyance. Shego continued to press Drakken's buttons, enjoying the agitation she was gaining. Her statement was causing him some sort of internal distress. She sauntered towards him, swooshing the blonde wig over-dramatically as she did so. Drakken rolled his eyes and continued looking for whatever he needed, choosing to ignore her antics. This only egged her on.

"If you're done, I should have enough scrap—" Drakken stopped talking.

Shego leaned her chin on his shoulder, letting the blonde wig drape over his arm. She saw the darkening of his cheeks as he glared ahead at the pile of junk. She could hear his breathing shift and she wondered exactly what button she was pushing. She knew she should take a step back and laugh it off, but she didn't. Instead, she slid her hands under her chin and tilted her head to look at him better. The blonde hair further draped as she put more weight on his shoulder.

"What's wrong Dr. D.?" she smiled. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"Clearly," breathed Drakken. His narrowed eyes looked at her and then the wig.

Shego's smile faltered as she chose to look away from his face and at the items he'd gathered.

"Why?" asked Shego. She snorted. "Because you do have a thing for blondes?"

Drakken's shoulder dropped and Shego took it as a cue to move. She stood back and crossed her arms and smirked. Drakken's narrowed eyes seemed softer as he turned back to his collection of parts. She felt slightly bad for mocking him with the wig, but not enough to remove it. She smoothed it out and began picking up the items he'd set aside.

"The wigs were blonde because it was cheaper to buy in bulk," scoffed Drakken as he took one of the parts from her.

"I'm so sure," snorted Shego. Drakken stepped closer towards her.

Shego raised a brow and readied a cocky retort. It never came. Drakken's hand slowly reached out towards her face and she stiffened. His fingers brushed the blonde away from her face and Shego couldn't remember what she'd been about to say before this. His fingers slid through her hair and as they did so, he pulled the blonde wig from her head and tossed it back into the junk pile. As he turned back to her, she was certain the sudden panic on his face was a mirror of her own—his hand had been headed back towards her face but had fallen short of his fingers touching her hair.

"It uh...doesn't suit you," said Drakken as his hand retreated.

Shego cleared her throat.

"Well now I know a new tactic to get your attention?" she forced a sharp laugh. "Just a blonde wig and some batting eyelashes. Should I toss in some flirting?"

She saw Drakken shake his head and smile down at his collection of items he had started putting in a box. Shego felt the tension and unease fade slightly as she went to grab her nail file. Shego mentally chastised herself for her antics. She grabbed one of the boxes of items and headed to the door, Drakken a little ahead of her with his box. He slowed and turned to look at her.

"For the record Shego," he smirked, "you don't need a blonde wig to get my attention."

Shego rolled her eyes but felt slightly warm.

"How about the batting eyes and flirting?" inquired Shego.

Drakken shrugged and turned to keep walking.

"I'm not about to say no to some flirting from a beautiful woman," replied Drakken as he walked into the hallway, a slight smirk on his face as he glanced back at her for a second.

Shego felt her face grow ever warmer and was glad for the dark hallway. She wasn't about to let Drakken notice how flustered she suddenly felt. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was flirting with her. She looked up at him, only a few feet away. Her mind pulled back the image of his hand about to touch her face again and she raised a brow.

He wasn't...was he?