A/N: A prompt each day for the entire month of October! Drakgo mini-fics. Or at least, the goal is "mini." I seem incapable of writing short things, so this is my practice.
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1. Fruit
"It's a fruit."
"It's a vegetable."
The words were spoken flatly, with no inflection and with no eye-contact exchanged as they disembarked the hover-car. The argument had gone on so long that it was hardly worth having, but neither was willing to let it go.
Shego looked around with a grimace at the place Drakken had brought them, at the families with their kids milling about in groups, squealing and crying, and at the orange lumps dotting the field which was complete with hay bales, scarecrows, and gimmicky wooden cutouts for families to take pictures with.
She groaned dramatically and rolled her eyes as she looked at Drakken, who scowled furiously in response.
"Why did we have to come to an actual pumpkin patch to get a pumpkin? We could have gone to the grocery store. Or ordered one over the Internet."
"Because, Shego," Drakken said with a growl, "it's nostalgic. Don't you have happy memories of going to the pumpkin patch with your family?"
"Uh, no?" she said, following him and staring at the ground as he wove his way through the vines covering the ground. They weren't entirely unlike Drakken's own. "I grew up in Go City, remember? No pumpkin patches. And even if there were, my family was poor. We couldn't have afforded this commercial trap anyway."
Drakken didn't respond immediately, and Shego looked up. His expression was one of sympathy and thoughtful consideration. She scoffed and rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms and looked away.
"Can't you just pick one so we can go?"
Drakken gestured somewhere distant and Shego looked up again.
"These ones actually...aren't for cooking. They taste awful. The ones for cooking are over there."
Drakken was pointing to a distant check-out stand where people were lined up to purchase their pumpkins. It took her several seconds to notice the large wooden bin with pumpkins piled within near the stand.
"Then let's get this over with," she said, stalking past him and toward the bin, watching the ground to avoid stepping on anything undesirable.
Drakken frowned at her departure but followed quickly after. He didn't understand Shego's disdain for going to the pumpkin patch. It was the most innocent of places... Perhaps it was the upcoming dinner with his mother that had her concerned? Or the fact that he was trying to teach her how to cook, and that everything seemed to be happening all at once in their lives.
His frown grew as he looked at her hunched posture as she dodged the pumpkins on the ground on her way to the bin. He was trying not to be irritated with her attitude. The fruit v. vegetable argument he suddenly viewed as a distraction from whatever else might be bothering her, and he wondered if perhaps he pushing for too much too soon.
When Shego reached the bin of sugar pumpkins she peered down, her eyes glazed over as she didn't really look at the multi-colored lumps. Drakken stepped up beside her and cautiously set a hand on her shoulder.
"Shego..." He cleared his throat softly. "You can...start our vacation early. I'll give Mother an excuse for why you're missing her birthday."
Shego started and looked up at him, her hard green eyes locked on his.
"What?"
"You can go on ahead to the beach. I'll...catch up later."
Shego studied him, as if looking for a pretense for his words. Her eyes narrowed.
"Why?"
Drakken shrugged and looked down at the pumpkins. He suddenly felt anxious.
"I know...how difficult Mother can be, and she'll be...even worse now that we're...uhm..." He glanced at Shego, uncertain what to call what they were. Dating? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Everything sounded strange. "...A couple. So you can skip this one."
Drakken picked two large pumpkins and got in the line to pay, which had thankfully shortened. Shego's silence only made his anxiety worse, so he decided to fill it.
"Shego—"
She wasn't standing at his side anymore. He whirled around and spotted her heading back toward the hover-car. His heart sank, and he turned back to face the line with his face twisting in worry.
Maybe she wouldn't want to be a couple anymore, if it meant dealing with his mother...and having to be so domestic. It was why he had suggested the vacation at all, to moderate how boring he knew he was on his own. If he could just find enough ways to keep her interested...
After he paid for the pumpkins and started back to the hover-car, he resolved to upgrade the vacation package. That would surely interest her. And maybe then she would forget that he had wanted to teach her to make pumpkin pie, since his mother had strong feelings about women cooking for their men. And maybe she would stay with him a little longer...
Inside the car, Shego sat in the passenger seat with her head down, her hands fidgeting in her lap and with the ends of her hair. Drakken wordlessly put the pumpkins in the back seat and then hopped in and started the car.
They spoke at the same time.
"I'm going to upgrade the—"
"I'll stay."
Drakken paused, his breath catching. 'Stay...?'
"You can...teach me how to make pie, and I'll..." she sighed, "force a smile through all your mother's questions. A heads-up about things she might ask would be nice."
Drakken studied her worriedly. Her expression was genuine, and softer than he was used to. She looked a bit anxious herself.
She leaned across the space between them and placed a warm kiss on his lips. He barely had time to kiss her back before she had pulled away and was back in her seat, her cheeks coloring lightly.
"You can start our vacation without me," he said quickly. "I-I don't mind. I'm going to upgrade the package."
Shego frowned lightly. "I've sat alone on the beach enough... I'd rather wait for you."
Drakken swallowed nervously, but his anxiety began to lift as Shego reached across the distance between them and set her hand on his, her cheeks coloring further. His grin broadened as he entwined their fingers and firmly held her hand.
As the craft lifted off the ground, a bumping behind them caused them both to turn their heads. The pumpkins had rolled slightly and bumped into the side of the car. Drakken and Shego looked back at each other.
"It's a fruit."
"It's a vegetable."
Neither could hold the hard look in their eyes and chuckled after only a moment, holding their hands tighter.
