Ch. 5 The Attic
( I do not own any of the KP characters. Never have and unless I can get billions of dollars never will)
"Drewbie!" squealed Mrs. Lipski. "Hello Mother," Drakken said happily.
"Well don't just stand there, come in!" Mrs. Lipski said gesturing for Drakken and Shego to step forward.
Drakken and Shego walked in slowly. Drakken was walking slowly to drink in all the childhood memories. Shego on the other hand was just waiting for her boss to go in. Mrs. Lipski began ranting about her bowling league as Drakken listened attentively. Shego just sat down on the couch noting many similarities between mother and son.
Finally after what seemed like eternity Mrs. Lipski stood up.
"How about some cookies for you and your little girlfriend? Would you like that Drew?" Mrs. Lipski asked.
Drakken's face flushed an odd tinge of blue. Shego on the other hand didn't react. She knew nothing she could say would change Mrs. Lipski's mind.
"Mrs. Lipski may we please go to the attic?" Shego asked trying to sound polite.
"Sure you kids have fun! I'll be up with the cookies in a little while. You two run along!"
Shego sprinted upstairs and Drakken trailed behind her, doing his best to keep up. They reached the attic and to Shego's surprise it wasn't dark and dusty like the one her family had when she was growing up. Instead it was well lit and organized. Shego began going through one of the boxes labeled Drew's Stuff. First she found an odd toy that looked haphazardly made by a kid. It had a bear's head and doll's feet.
"What is this?" She asked as she pulled it out.
"No!" Drakken said lunging at her. He did not want Shego to see all of his humiliating childhood memories, especially not Mr. Cuddles-worth.
Instead Drakken tripped and grabbed Shego's leg for support. They both fell down and Mr. Cuddles-worth went flying and landed on the plate Mrs. Lipski was carrying.
"Drewbie! What is the rule about throwing toys in the house?" she asked warningly.
"Don't" Drakken mumbled.
"That's my boy. I brought up the cookies if either of you are hungry," Mrs. Lipski said setting the plate down on a box. "if you two need help I'm downstairs."
"Thank you Mother!" Drakken called after her.
"O-K. Well where do you want to look first?" Shego asked when Mrs. Lipski was out of earshot.
"I know just the place!" Drakken walked over to a box and began rummaging through it. He stood up holding a worn record. "Isn't it beautiful?" Drakken sighed stroking the record lovingly.
"Yeah. Could you stop being weird?" Shego asked taking the record away from Drakken.
"Give that back!" Drakken shouted.
"I thought you weren't interested," Shego said smirking.
Ch.6 Diary Entry 2
Shego and Drakken headed to the lair. That night Shego reclined, diary in hand, in her bed. She picked up right where she'd left off.
August 1904
Mark came home late. He told me he has another business trip, I couldn't care less, after all, our future is more important than my current happiness as that comes and goes. Lipski said he plans on coming over. Mark put his foot down at that. Rivalry? I sure hope not. Life is rather complex, thankfully I do not have sole control. Lipski still hasn't revealed his plan, perhaps tomorrow. In the meantime I have to go to the market.
Sheryl Go
"Nothin' new," Shego sighed. She flipped page after page, then it was two years later according to the record.
May 1906
Jack is now walking. As is Lipski's son. The two have seemed to become friends, hopefully, next generation. Lipski said that his plan was a failure. I tried to tell him otherwise, but if his own family cannot get through to him, neither would I. Jack is growing so fast. I can no longer hold him without him wanting down. He's restless and always on the move. Speaking of ways I can hear him crying right now, I must go tend to him.
Sheryl Go
Jack must be Sheryl's son. Shego thought. I wonder what she means by 'next generation'.
Shego's thoughts lingered only for a moment when she heard Drakken calling. She set the book on her bedside table and rushed downstairs to see what the problem was.