The purple and blue bruise on Shego's wrist stood out against the pale green of her skin, and she covered it with her other hand. Drakken hadn't meant to hurt her, and she knew that. Honestly, she would also be furious if someone had stolen her body. But somehow she never thought that he would do something like this.

Shego sighed and lay back on her bed. She and Drakken were both quick to anger, were both prone to lashing out at those under them. She'd taken more than one glowing shot at the henchmen in the time she'd been in Drakken's employ. But somehow she never thought he'd direct that anger at her.

It was stupid. Shego pulled her sleeve over her bruise and shook out her hair, still damp from her attempt at getting this last exploded lair's smell out. She wasn't special just because she was the sidekick, and she should know better than to think so.

Still, the thought made her sad.