A/N: Wrote this tiny thing some months ago and never posted it. For Split-N-Splice, who likes Drakken and Shego in old diners.

The idea of Professor Dementor and Camille Leon working together belongs to Gothicthundra. There are other nods to her head-canon in this. Do go read the work of both of these outstanding authors!

All We Need

Drakken grumbled and hunched lower in his seat in the booth at the ice cream parlor.

"Dr. D."

The stern admonishment from Shego caused Drakken to look up at his date's only mildly annoyed face—a small mercy for which he was grateful.

"Look, even if he does see us, there's no reason it should ruin our date. Besides, I'd think he'd be the one worried about being seen."

Drakken was only half-listening as he rolled his eyes, but then he peripherally spotted something that caused him to perk up. He also noted Shego's eyes narrowing in calculation as he straightened up.

"Oh, waiter!" he said cheerily, flagging a man down, "we would also like an order of the 'Father Jeremy's Blueberry Banana Split.'"

The waiter looked between them in confusion, and at the two orders they had already received and were sharing.

"Sir you do realize, that is family size—"

"Oh we have room!" Drakken waved him off cheerily.

Shego's expression only darkened more as the waiter walked away.

"Are you deliberately trying to eat yourself sick to throw up on Dementor!?"

Drakken hunched down again and frowned, stirring his chocolate malt.

"He's going to ruin our date!"

"He's just here on his own...date...?" Shego finished with a grimace, glancing past Drakken to where Dementor sat with his back to them at a small table, Camille Leon sitting opposite him. She grabbed the malt from Drakken and took a long sip from her straw.

Drakken rolled his eyes again and dipped his spoon into their shared mint chip. "Every time he's anywhere we are, he finds a way to ruin my plans. Well I'm going to ruin his first!"

Shego frowned and reached across the table, grabbing Drakken's wrist just as his lips closed around the spoon and his large, pink flower mutation began to emerge threateningly from his collar.

"If you ruin this date it'll be the last one for a month! And you can eat your...big blueberry banana whatever alone."

Drakken looked between her hand gripping his wrist and her annoyed and almost pleading expression. His mind warred against his desires and the circumstantial evidence—Dementor just happening to have a lair in the same country as he did, and also suddenly coming up with mutant plants. Although he claimed to have been doing that for years, last they'd encountered one another.

As the ice cream melted on his tongue he considered Shego, stunningly beautiful, patient, and wanting to date him of all people. He blinked uncertainly, but as he did the flower emerged on its vine and tapped the shoulder of the same waiter as he passed again. The mutation had vanished before the waiter could fully turn, and when he did so he raised his brow at the pair of them.

Shego quickly removed her hand and spooned her own bite of ice cream into her mouth, while Drakken removed his with a slight flush and nervous grin.

"Ah, yes, hello again. Uhm. You know that order for the...banana split? Cancel that actually, we..." He looked back at Shego, whose brow had risen. "...We have all we need."

The waiter nodded and left, and as Drakken saw Shego's posture relax he felt his own muscles un-tense. She was right, after all. He didn't know what he'd been thinking... Any harassment of Dementor could wait for a time he wasn't in the company of the woman of his dreams.

As he and Shego both leaned in to sip from their straws in the malt, their noses bumped. He looked up ready to apologize, but Shego was only smiling at him. He returned his lips to his straw and met her eyes adoringly. He did, indeed, have all he needed.