A/N: A small missing scene from the Kim Possible Live Action Movie. Happy birthday, MarvelousAvengefulLife!

Wildest Dreams

Shego leaned back on the red throne as she surveyed the lair—the rusty construction, the vines overgrowing everything, and the very out-of-place new equipment her henchwomen had hauled in...including the work table Drakken was currently hunched over.

He was muttering to himself in sheer delight as he put the finishing touches on the project for which she had stolen and scavenged the components over several months. Every now and then he would turn slightly and she would catch a glimpse of his brilliant grin. At other times he would nearly stumble on the moss-covered floor and toss a verbal barb at her about how low they had sunk when other villains flaunted their state-of-the-art lairs on social media.

It was almost enough to make Shego reveal the true lair hidden behind the facade of squalor she had so carefully constructed, but his blaming her for their current state caused her to hold her tongue. Still, she was tempted.

She glanced at the fridge where she knew were dozens of milk bottles. She could ask him to take a break to share in a few with her... She shook her head and looked over at the single bed where he'd dropped his bag of junk upon arrival, but then abandoned when he'd said something insulting and she'd shoved his stuff to the floor.

He had taken that hint clearly, but it wasn't the one she had meant to give. She hadn't intended to spend the cold nights alone in that awful bed, with him ironically on the floor next to her... But she'd never given him any true indication she wanted him to join her.

Part of her almost wanted to tell him to stop the revenge plan he'd been working on for over a year, and tell him that she'd missed him in all that time—that his choice to stay in prison to allay suspicion had been the loneliest year of her life, and that in that time her feelings toward him had...changed.

As she watched him work on his creation she debated with herself. She could show him the true extent of the lair... Invite him to a milk break... Invite him into the bed that night... Or she could simply walk up and kiss the oblivious blue-veined man.

'No.'

None of it would work, she realized, as he shouted a gleeful, "Yes!" and stepped back from the work table. Fists in the air triumphantly, he turned to face her and she instinctively sat up at attention, feeling her heart begin to flutter at the intensity of his smile as he gazed at her.

"It's finished!" Drakken continued.

As Shego stared at his bright, joy-filled eyes she knew her own desires would have to wait, as always. Nothing would sway Drakken from his revenge plot against Kim Possible, and neither did she want to sway him. Especially since this plan would definitely succeed, and they would benefit long-term. Not that she would ever tell him how great it was.

"Come Shego, come come!"

She rolled her eyes and hefted herself out of the throne, though she let a hint of a smirk show on her face. When she reached his side to stare down at the invention she was surprised to find his arm suddenly around her shoulders. Was it some sort of...buddy hug, or...?

"Just look at it... It's perfect. The perfect weapon to take down Kim Possible!"

"Yeah, yeah," she said, though she didn't shrug off his arm as she looked down at the robot—because of course it was a robot; it was Drakken's standard operating procedure, next to mind control.

"My most brilliant creation..."

Shego was ready for a long-winded rant about his genius, but it didn't come. She felt his eyes on her and she looked at him with her brow twisted in confusion.

"And I couldn't have done it without you."

Shego felt her face flush. She crossed her arms and stepped out from where his hand had started gripping her shoulder more tightly, and then immediately gave herself a mental kick as the brightness started to leave Drakken's eyes.

"About time," was all she managed as she tossed her hair back and gazed down at the robot again.

"Well. Get to training it. Shouldn't waste anymore time," Drakken said, turning and stepping away from the table.

Shego felt her stomach twist as she mentally kicked herself again, but she looked down at the robot that was staring back at her. The lifelike realism was very disconcerting, and Shego frowned.

"Does it have a name?" Shego called out.

Before Drakken could answer, the robot sat up. "Uh, I'm right here," it said.

Shego eyed the thing as Drakken returned to her side.

"Fine. What do I call you?"

"Athena. And I'm not calling you 'mom' anymore than I'm calling him 'dad.'"

Shego looked at Drakken with raised brows, who glanced away in further embarrassment. Shego let the question die on her lips about when he had made that request of the apparently very independent cyborg...

"Good. So you want to...start with combat training, or learning about Possible?"

"Combat, if you're up for it. How much am I going to need to pull my punches?" Athena said, the last addressed to Drakken.

Shego frowned as Drakken seemed to wither a bit.

"Don't do any harm. People need to think you're human, remember?"

The robot—Athena—rolled her eyes. "Fine."

Drakken glanced at Shego as the teenaged cyborg creation hopped off the work table and started down to the more open floor space where she would spar with Shego. Shego's brow rose as Drakken smirked.

"She gets that from you, 'mom.'"

"Don't you dare... If you think for one second I'm playing some...parent role with this thing—"

"I wouldn't dream of it, Shego," Drakken said, waving her off as he retreated.

As Shego stepped down to meet...'Athena' on the floor to train, she could have sworn she heard Drakken mutter something about not sharing the bed with him. But that must have been her imagination. He didn't share her feelings...

Only in her wildest dreams.