New day, new chapter.

As always, thanks for the reviews and favs.

To clear something up, this isn't technically crossing over with the Dresden Files. I mentioned that one of the OC's who will be coming in was inspired by the DFs, and I do have a DF fanfic with an early version of her in it. Basically, in the Dresden Files there's a group called the Knights of the Cross, who wield three holy swords that have nails from the crucifixion forged into them. Being a big fan of Norse Mythology and Religion at the time, I wanted something similar but Norse, thus the Jarls of the Valknut were born. That being said, there are some Dresden Files references in the 1.5 stories that will be coming out after this story is completed.

Anyways, side track over. This chapter is a bit short, but hopefully sweet, and yes...I did rip off bleach.

Chapter 16

Trailers generally have a bad reputation, being associated with trailer parks, poverty, and poor living conditions. While this isn't wrong, they weren't inherently terrible and did offer a path to cheap, affordable housing, especially in an age of ever rising house prices. Of course, affordable still meant cheap in a lot of cases. Like their carpet. Hard sex on any carpet generally resulted in some form of carpet burns, but Shego was pretty sure super cheap carpet resulted in worse burns.

And Ron had really driven her into the cheap carpet.

"I'm sorry I was so hard on you," Ron said embarrassed, looking the rashes that decorated her green skin under the morning's light. "I'll try to be more gentle next time."

"Stupid Master," she purred, pressing close to him, her hand stroking his manhood, "I liked you hard." He colored, but responded to her efforts. He groaned as she let go and crawled up onto the bed, where she lowered her head, raising her ass up and wagging her tail while looking back at him. "Though if you're that worried, you could take me hard on the bed instead of the floor this morning."

He did, hard and fast from behind, driving his manhood and the plug of her tail deep in her over and over again. She howled in pleasure, arching her back and slamming back into him just as hard, at least until he collapsed forwards and pounded her while she was pinned, making her scream in ecstasy. All too soon, he finished with his own yell, driving her to ecstasy yet again. They lay there, panting as he nuzzled her hair.

"I love you, Master," she purred, safe in his arm.

"I love you to, Sheila," he murmured. She whimpered when he got up and watching him pitifully as he went over to his backpack and started digging around.

"Come back, Master," she whimpered, wriggling around so she could lay on the bed properly and watch him.

"Hang on, there's something I want to give you." he said, finally finding whatever it was he was looking for.

"Oh?" she perked up, giving him a teasing grin. "Is it a engagement ring?"

He blushed and looked away. "No..." he said, sounding ashamed. "But...if we make it out of this...I will get you one if you want."

Shego felt a thrill and turned bright green. "Ron..." she said softly, but he held up a hand to cut her off. She couldn't make out what he had in his hand, but he came over and knelt by the bed.

"Look, I got this because it made made me think of you, and at the time I figured everything would still be the way it was legally, but I was hopeful we could get that stupid shock collar off you and just have a normal one." He said softly as she knelt in front of him, "Then last night I decided I'd set you free to protect you, but you were a bad girl and had to disobey me and stay. So since I'm stuck with you, I'm stuck with you.

He looked up at her, sad yet happy at the same time, and smiled. "You once asked me to open my home to a stray puppy and be your Master," He said, his voice full of love, "And then you asked me to be more than that, and become your Mate. And then last night you begged me to share the rest of our lives together, however short those lives are." He held up a collar of exquisite black leather, with an emerald green lining on the inside, and emerald colored stones running along the outer leather. "So, Sheila, I'm going to ask the same thing. I'm sorry it's not a proper ring, but will you spend the rest of our lives together with me?"

As far as marriage proposal went, Shego thought, this was absolutely not how they were supposed to go. But she absolutely didn't give a flying fuck. She threw herself into Ron, kissing him over and over and over again. "Yes!" she said, "Yes, yes, yes, yes! I will!"

Ultimately, she was grateful the comet gave her accelerated healing as she got even more carpet burns.

Given the happy event, Ron wanted to celebrate their unorthodox engagement by making her an amazing breakfast. They settled for eggo waffles, instant oatmeal, instant coffee, and toaster strudel. Shego had laughed and comforted her Master at his disappointment in their meager offerings and made him start writing a list of things he would like their host to pick up when or if he came back. She also tracked down her ownership tags and attached them to her lovely new engagement collar.

After looking over the supplies in the trailer, they decided that if Blackwolf wasn't back in two weeks, they would need to head out regardless. Neither of them admitted that if he wasn't back in two weeks it also meant he was probably dead or captured. Shego wondered if any of his companions would come by, and if they would be willing to help as well.

In the daylight, it was easier to see around the trailer, and Shego was curious as to how they'd actually gotten it there. The trees were old, and tall, and completely hid the sky and the trailer itself was basically squeezed in between them so tightly that a couple actually pressed against the sides.

"Damn," Ron said softly, his arm wrapped around her as the looked. "He wasn't kidding about this place being covered. I bet from the sky you couldn't even tell this was here."

"Yeah," Shego said. "It seems a bit odd, though." Ron gave her a curious look, so she continued. "Well, generally one would want a clear lines of sight around a place so that no one could sneak up on it without being spotted. That's why there's always giant open areas around forts, so you can see the enemy coming. Here though, while the trees prevent being seen, they also prevent you from seeing. Sure, no one can drive a tank up here, and they'd have trouble dropping agents, but it's perfect for letting an entire army sneak up on you."

Ron looked thoughtful for a moment. "If you're thinking tactically in the modern sense, sure," he said, his voice contemplative, "But Blackwolf only used a sword, and you said you'd met others like him, Karls was it?"

"Jarls," Shego corrected, putting an emphasis on the 'j'.

"Jarls, right," Ron said, "Did they use guns, or did they only use melee weapons as well?"

Shego tried to think back. "Well, I only ever saw the two, and they only ever used a hammer and a spear respectively," She said.

"Right," Ron said, giving her a grin, "So they have absolutely zero ranged attacks. They want to be in close. So it's better for them if their enemies can come in close, and with all these trees, there's no real clear lanes of fire, so who ever is attacking them can't just sit back and shoot them, and if they do, then all these trees hide the Jarls as they sneak about and get into melee range."

Shego gave him an appraising look. "When did you get so tactical?" she asked. He had the grace to look embarrassed.

"I'm...not supposed to talk about it," Ron said, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand, "But given the situation and the fact you promised to...marry me...I suppose I can. I've gotten training at a secret ninja school in japan."

Shego arched an eyebrow. "Right," she said amused. "Sure. Secret Ninja school."

Ron sighed and rolled his eyes. Then he stepped away from her and went around the nearest tree. She waited with amusement, but after a moment sighed. "Master," she said, "I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings."

"You didn't," he whispered in her ear from behind. She yelped and spun around, only to find empty air. "Though it's sad." His voice whispered behind her. Again she spun, to empty air. "Good puppies always believe and trust their Masters." Again, behind her. Again, empty air.

"I guess that makes you a bad girl," his voice teased her from a dozen places. She spun around, wildly, breathing hard. The hell? She was a trained fighter. She could practically sense people her instincts were so good. And he wasn't anywhere.

"And bad girls get spanked." She spun towards the sound of the voice, only to yelp in surprise and pain as Ron's hand slapped her ass firmly. She spun around again, but he wasn't there.

A leaf drifted down past her face and she looked up. There was her Master, standing on a branch thirty feet up in the air. Upside down. With the biggest shit eating grin she'd ever seen on his face.

"You...you...you!" Shego yelled. "What the hell!"

He dropped from the limb and landed awkwardly on his feet. "I told you," he said, standing up and brushing off his pants, "Secret ninja school."

"Why the hell have you never used that!" she sputtered.

"What part of 'secret' in 'secret ninja school' wasn't clear?" Ron said, taking the spluttering woman into his arms and kissing her lightly. "Though admittedly I have been using it more and more since my training." When she gave him a skeptical look. "What, you thought all my clumsy accidents that just so happened to win the day or destroy something were complete luck?"

When he put it like that, he was incredibly lucky for a guy who by all accounts had crazy bad luck. She tried to think about what she knew of ninjas beyond just the movie stuff. The best way to work secretly is if no one noticed you were working at all, and she supposed a great way to hide how competent you were is to make your actions look like complete incompetence. She recalled a Spider-man movie where Peter Parker had disabled half a dozen men and saved Gwen Stacy all with what looked like a series of accidents.

"Okay," Shego said slowly, "I'm not sure I believe you completely, but you've clearly got skills."

"Booyah," Ron said, looking incredibly happy.

"So, since my Master has all these secret skills," Shego purred, a predatory grin growing, "How about Master trains his puppy."

"Okay, rules are simple," Ron said as they stretched half an hour later. She was dressed in a pair of green exercise shorts and a sports bra. He was wearing Japanese style pants and no shirt. They'd set themselves up about fifty or sixty feet from the trailer, in a spot where there was an opening at least fifteen feet in a rough diameter. "No plasma. We don't need to damage the trees or wreck anything. No hitting Master in the Dick. And as soon as either of off us says stop or taps, we part."

Shego cracked her neck. "Sounds fair," she said, rolling her shoulders. "One more rule."

"What's that?" Ron asked, curiously.

"Don't hold back on me!" She said as she leaped at him. Shego was a flurry of punches and kicks, spinning and twisting all around him.

It took him a moment to get up to speed, which meant she landed a couple blows on his chest, but then he found his footing. And then there was no more footing. It was like trying to fight a damn monkey. Which made sense, since he did practice monkey kung fu. Her blows landed hard against his blocks when they landed at all. His blows were largely brushed aside by her defenses, though some of them did land heavily in turn.

It quickly became evident she was the superior fighter. That wasn't a surprise, she'd been fighting for keeps for years. What was the surprise was how close he was. After the first round, she'd pegged him to be at Kim's level. After the second round, she decided he was actually better than Kim. The only difference was he held back, against everyone. He lacked the killer instinct she herself had, or the moral conviction that Kim used. After their third round, she was certain of it.

They stood apart, panting heavily, covered in sweat. Ron looked absolutely yummy, Shego thought, and she couldn't wait to devour him. Yet, given there situation, she needed to address her discovery.

"Master," She panted, "May I speak freely?"

Ron looked absolutely confused. "Sheila, you can always say what's on your mind," he said, and she loved him for it, but decided not to get distracted explaining that since she was his pet, she had to look after his happiness and well being and that meant not saying certain things.

"Your strikes speak of fear." She said, looking him in the eye.

"What?" Ron asked, confused and maybe a little hurt.

"Your strikes speak only of fear," she repeated, straightening. "When you counter, it's because you fear being hurt or killed. When you attack, you fear hurting or killing your opponent. And when you protect someone, you fear letting them get hurt or die."

"You're letting your fear rule you," she said, taking her normal fighting stance and lighting up her plasma. "Nothing good in battle ever comes from fear." She said, her voice hardening. Her eyes bored into his very soul, willing him to learn. "When you block or counter, you don't let them cut you. When you protect someone, you don't let them die."

The plasma in her hands grew even hotter, the very air shimmering from the heat, her voice like steel. "When you attack, you kill." The plasma grew denser and denser, the very air crackling from the power in her fists. "When I fight, it is with the sheer resolve to kill my opponent, no matter who that is. When Kim fights, it is with the moral certainty that she is in the right and her every blow is justified in striking down those who oppose her."

Ron stared at her, his face a mix of emotions and thoughts.

"We put all of our will and resolve into each and every blow we strike." Shego said, "Our will to not be killed. Our will to not let those we protect be killed. Our will to Kill those we fight." The air around her entire body shimmered and crackled from the heat of her plasma, blowing her hair wildly, scattering leaves and twigs, setting the branches to rustling. "Where is your resolve, Stoppable," she challenged, "Will you let yourself be cut? Will you let me be killed? Will you kill to save me?"

She watched as the emotions drained from his face. For a moment, she thought she'd pushed him too far, too fast. But then he took his opening stance and something changed. His eyes, already blue, started to glow. Then so did the rest of him, a shimmering blue aura that rose like mist from his skin, then became a dense fog. A look of pure determination claimed his boyish features and she could see the man he would become.

The very air started to shimmer around him as well as his aura lit off like azure flames.

What she was about to do broke all the rules and promises she'd made. It didn't matter. She had to make him as ready as possible for the inevitable fight, however brief it was, to have even the slightest hope of them living. Of him, living.

"That will work," she said, smirking, looking at him.

And she fired.

The emerald and black comet exploded away from her fists towards the man she loved. The air cracked like thunder as it super heated. Over the sound, she heard his bellowing roar, like a great ape, challenging anyone who questioned his supremacy. A wave of blue slashed through the air and impacted with her comet.

The explosion threw her back at almost a four yards and she struggled to land on her feet. Across from her was Ron, on his knees, panting. And in between them was a giant burned circle surrounding a solid dent in the earth.

She gave him a proud, loving smile. "That's it, Master," she said proudly, "That's the resolve you need."

They called it after that and took a long, slow shower together, lovingly tending to each others bruises. Then they lovingly tended to each other. Then the hot water ran out.

Ron, Shego thought dreamily as she sat at the table and watched him reheat some canned soup, might not have the hottest body in the world, but he did look good in just a towel. He noticed her watching and gave a shy smile, before turning back to his efforts to use their paltry supplies to make their food taste as good as possible. She rested her head in her hands and just watched him.

After their meal, they cuddled up on the sofa. Ron had shed the towel in favor of some sweatpants. She'd forgone everything, luxuriating in what the sight of her firm, nude body did to him. they'd put some a classic rock mix cd in the player, and Ron spent the afternoon reading aloud to her from a book on the revolutionary war while she lay with her head on his leg.

Neither of them was really interested in it after the first hour, but she found she loved hearing him read to her, and he kept going on her prompting. He also stroked her hair as he read after she insistently nuzzled his hand for pets. She understood completely why pets everywhere happily laid around with their owners for hours on end. Shego thought about putting her tail back in, so she could wag it for her master, but decided it wasn't worth the trouble of getting up and leaving her Master's side.

Dinner was mac n cheese from a box, and after having Ron's made from scratch version several times, they both found it wanting. But it was food, so they ate it, because they needed the calories for all the sex they had that night. Thankfully it was on the bed this time, so no carpet burns to ache through the night.

They spent the next week the same. Training in the morning, without the explosions. Ron still needed to work on his resolve, but he progressed rapidly after a night where he'd had a nightmare of Shego being killed before his very eyes because he'd been too weak to protect her. She'd comforted him in the night, and pressed him twice as hard the next day. Afternoons were spent with him reading to her, and a couple times she wore her tail for him. Nights were spent making love.