Year 1904 – 2 - Our story begins with milk and cookies

AshlDragon - thanks for the review girl!!! ::huggles:: here is chapter 2! Enjoy! :) i hope i get more readers :/ oh well if not, i am happy to have you as one ;)

Driving in a smooth manner, Dr. Drakken was very careful when it came to driving and especially in the poring down rain. Drakken's eyes then quickly looked at the clock and it read 3:00 a.m.

"Won't my mother be surprised to see me home, and at her door step in the rain." Drakken said thinking out loud as he drove a couple more miles and then parked in the driveway of a light pink house (looks like DNAmy's home) and roses everywhere surrounded by trees in the background.

Slowly stepping out of the car, he looked at this house as if it was the first house he had ever seen in his life. For it was this house, where his mother had given birth to him, on her bed, since she didn't have enough time to get to the hospital, looking at this house, he had so many memories.

Running up the pavement walkway he stood under the porch roof and gently knocked on the door. Hearing a pair of feet coming to the door, Drakken took a deep breath and paced him self.

"May I help...DREW!" his mother then said as she opened the door and grabbed him pulling her wet son inside.

"Ah hi mom." Drakken said.

"Oh honey! What a wonderful surprised! Oh, your soaked to the bone, give me your coat ill dry it." Mrs. Lipsky said ripping it off Drakken and he slipped off his shoes.

"So how are you doing mom?" Drakken said leaning on the door side as Mrs. Lipsky, a small chubby woman with pink hair tall and a little frizzy hung his favorite jacket up in the pantry as she took his tiny hands and led him into the kitchen.

"Great, now that I am with my baby boy again." She said cheerfully.

"Moooom." Drakken groaned.

"Oh stop, its better then Drewbie isn't it?" She said as she lifted up a top of a pot that was on the stove and stirred some pasta around inside.

"Yes, I guess your right. I um, came by because I wanted you to tell me a bit about my ancestors."

"... Ahhh, you want to know about Bart don't you?" Mrs. Lipsky asked proud of her son.

"Bart? Who is Bart?" Drakken asked clueless.

"Your great grandfather of course!" she snapped.

"Ohhhhk."

"Why don't you go upstairs and take a nice hot shower or bath, and you can change and when you come down you can have some milk and cookies and ill tell you everything you want to know." Mrs. Lipsky said starting to unbutton her son's shirt as if he was 3 again.

"Mom, please I got it." Drakken said as he took it off and handed it to her and took of his belt as well.

Running upstairs as fast as he could he stopped when he saw the door to his bedroom where he had grown up his whole life. His mother broke the wonderful silence once again.

"Give me your pants to! They are wet! And your underwear!" She bellowed.

"No! I will have nothing to put on afterwards, what do you want, for me to walk around naked?!" Drakken said blushing.

"You enjoyed it when you were 5 now give me your cloths!" She snapped as he took of his pants and his boxers and through them down to her as he hurried to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Climbing in, Drakken's body sprouted with Goosebumps and he giggled as the hot water touched him.

Pulling out his ponytail he washed his hair with shampoo and then conditioner and cleaned his body with soap and was finished. Climbing out he smelled what smelled like his favorite food, Spaghetti. His mother would always make the best homemade Spaghetti and he would always eat the whole pot and still stay thin as a twig.

Going into his old room with the towel around his waste he looked around at all of the old things he grew up with. On the mirror were pictures of him and his father playing in the backyard and at his birthday parties. Drakken's father had died when he was 7, he was in a horrible car crash and died instantly. He never forgot when his mom said that his dad wasn't going to come home any more, that was when half of his depression in life started. Closing the door he felt sick because half of what was in his old bedroom reminded him of his dad. Leaning over the banister his mother came back up with his cloths that were not soft and dry.

"Thanks mom." Drakken said taking them as she went back down stairs and prepared for their little chitchat. Walking back into the bathroom he got changed again and hurried downstairs.

Going into the living room he sat on the couch and looked out the window.

"Here we go," Mrs. Lipsky then said as she sat down the tray full of cookies and milk and Drakken ate one as she sat down.

"So, how is your lady friend, Shago is it?"

"Shego,"

"Yes that's right! How is she?" Mrs. asked.

"Alright, Shego always just seems to have an attitude all the time." Drakken sighed.

"Woman at that age are like they. They are lonely and desperate, they want a man in their life, while they are still young." Mrs. Lipsky said winking at her son who sighed and put his head down.

"Shego would never love me mom, and don't even bring up the subject of me getting Shego pregnant." Drakken mumbled.

"Oh that would be wonderful if you to had a baby together!" Mrs. Lipsky said clapping her hands together.

"Anyways, tell me about my ancestors." Drakken said getting down to the subject.

"Oh, where do I begin?" Mrs. Lipsky thought as she started her story about the past...