Don't be a baby, Baby
By the love that pass you by
But if you have to, Baby
Go ahead and have your cry
I'll be your baby, Baby
Truer than the one you knew
And someday maybe, Baby
You will learn to love me too

-The Mills Brothers


"Harder!"

"Ugh, no more."

"You have to! Just one more."

Shego took a deep breath and pushed the ancient rusty car up the highest hill in the city. She glared back at the sun happily sending its hot beams over her sweaty back.

"Push harder!"

"Dammit, I'm trying, okay! Why don't you push it, you faggot!"

"Honey, I just got my nails done."

"Har, har, har, Hego, just fucking switch with me."

"But I'm going to get sweaty for my date," Hego whined and checked himself on the rear view mirror for any misplaced locks of hair.

"Well, it's your damn fault for forgetting to put gas in, idiot." Shego pushed harder and the car crawled slowly up the incline. She cursed the fact that she was related to such a little girl. Shego cringed, comparing Hego to a girl was insulting little girls everywhere.

"Hey, you guys need any help?"

Wiping the sweat off her brow, Shego turned to the voice that addressed her. The speaker was a redhead dressed in jogging clothes that left little to the imagination. A tight, toned body confirmed a rounded exercise routine. Nice curves confirmed good genes –Shego even stole a peak at the redhead's tank top and those legs barely covered by teeny-tiny jogging shorts.

What struck Shego, however, was the redhead's open, easy dimpled smile. It was sincere and was complimented by a twinkle in her eye.

Cute lips, Shego thought absently as her eyes flicked to the stranger's mouth, tracing over the pouty cupid's bow. She was distracted enough that she forgot about the car she was pushing... which rolled back on her foot.

She screamed and cursed louder when her brother who panicked and stepped out of the car to help her.

"THE CAR IS STILL MOVING, YOU FRIGGING MORON!" she yelled at him. He hurriedly ran back to the driver's seat and pulled on the hand-brake.


"No, really, Miss, I'm fine," Shego winced as she rotated her foot. Nothing felt broken. Her muscles were really just tired and protesting from pushing the car for so long.

"Oh! My name is Kim," the redhead introduced herself quickly. "Are you really sure you're okay? We can sit by that coffee shop over there, I'll get you something cool to drink and you can rest your foot," Kim said.

"Really, you don't have to," Shego protested half-heartedly.

"I insist," the jogger smiled and Shego didn't have a chance.

Kim wrapped an arm around Shego's waist and placed her hand on the taller woman's hip. She then took Shego's arm and placed it on her shoulder to support the tired (and possibly injured) woman.

They slowly walked (well, Shego hopped on her good foot) hip to hip to the cafe nearby where Shego sat down and drank a bottle of water in three gulps. "I'm Shego, by the way," she said as she sheepishly wiped off the water that dribbled down her chest.

Kim grinned as she sat across the tired woman. "Well, Shego, let's have a look at your foot." Without the other woman's consent, Kim gently lifted Shego's foot on her lap and took off the latter's shoe. Kim pressed her fingers on certain points on Shego's foot and massaged it gently.

"Anything hurt?" Kim asked softly.

"N-no," Shego replied, trying not to squirm.

Kim smiled and continued her massage. They sat quietly staring at each other, taking in the sight of the attractive woman in front of the other.

"Shegoooo, I'll be late," Hego called from across the street, interrupting the moment.

Shego resisted the urge to scream at him for the hundredth time that day. Luckily, it was Kim who spoke, "I think she needs to rest for a bit. If you guys would like, I live nearby, I can drop her off at the hospital, just in case."

Shego opened her mouth but caught the wink Kim sent her way. "Yeah, ow, I think I might need to go to the ER," the dark haired woman said unconvincingly.

"But Shego-"

Shego's eyes flashed at her brother. He gulped and stepped back, "I'll just call in a tow truck and hail a cab."

"You go on ahead, I'll just let her rest for a bit," Kim said cheerfully.

Hego frowned and walked back to the car with slumped shoulders. Shego rolled her eyes.

"I love my brother, but sometimes I wonder if he got dropped on his head when we were younger," Shego laughed. "Are you sure it's okay? I'm not taking up your time, am I?" she asked Kim, "I mean, you've already helped out enough and you're probably busy."

"It's my pleasure," returned Kim. "And, I confess to having an ulterior motive."

"And what's that?" Shego grinned back playfully.

"I happen to find women with pushing cars up hills in their exercise routine very interesting," Kim admitted coyly. "And look, we're already at a coffee shop so I might as well ask you to coffee... provided that you're up for it?"

Shego nodded, acutely aware that her foot was still on Kim's lap and the redhead hasn't stopped the gentle caresses of her hand.


Over a cup of a black coffee and a glass of iced milk tea, Shego found out that Kim worked at an office nearby. It was a job, Kim explained, that she was not entirely passionate about but it paid the bills. The more they conversed, the more Shego came to like her new friend and Kim found herself feeling the same.

"So," Kim asked, "What do you do?"

"I'm a music teacher," Shego said with a smile.

Kim's demeanor, if any more possible, brightened, "Do you like what you do?"

"Of course! If I stayed just for the pay... well, it doesn't pay much but I love teaching," Shego replied emphatically. "I love how their faces light up when they understand what I'm trying to say. You know what I mean? It's almost as if you can see into their heads when it just... clicks. In my case, I can hear it, too. Literally." They shared a laugh.

"It's music so, naturally, I love my job." She smiled dreamily but stopped then shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. "I probably sound like a nut," she laughed.

"No, you sound wonderful," Kim said sincerely. "You like kids?"

They were interrupted by Kim's wrist watch, it beeped to signal the hour.

"Oh, no, I'm afraid I have to go," Kim said with obvious disappointment. "Would you like to drop you off anywhere? How is your foot?" She placed her hand on said foot which was still on her lap.

"Uh, ah, it's fine. I can probably just call Hego to come back and pick me up," Shego said. "It's his fault anyway."

Kim consciously bit her lip and leaned in, "To be honest, I just want another excuse to spend extra time with you."

Shego raised an eyebrow and smirked without saying a word.

"If that's not too forward," the redhead added hastily with a blush.

Shego leaned in and met Kim halfway. "Only if it's not too forward of me to ask you on a date sometime?"


A/N: Don't you just love good Samaritans? I have no idea what I'm going to do with this but we'll see...

I did research on what would happen if your foot gets run over by a car. Some say it hurts, while others say it doesn't. I think it depends on if you're wearing a shoe, what kind of shoe you're wearing, what type of car it is, how fast the car is going, and your threshold of pain. One source says the worst you can get is a bruise if the car is going slowly and you're wearing shoes. Of course, they used feet from cadavers: springerlink content/k066199303755855/

If you'd rather not read that, there are highly intelligent individuals who have posted youtube videos all about this subject.

Oh, and ignore me if I've used Shego's reason for teaching before. I've asked a few teachers why they do what they do (in my humble and honest opinion, they're all secretly brainwashed) and that's the standard response.

Thanks for reading.