WARNING: This was previous chapter 8. Chapter 7 was a step too fast, so I changed it to chapter 8, chapter 8 to 9, and wrote a new chapter 7. Chapters 7 and 10 are new. Sorry for the inconvenience.
After school, Kim and Eric left for a date. Not wanting Ron to feel left out, Kim invited him along too. Shego followed merely because she knew there would be a hard fall; one she could catch. She followed them into the nice restaurant, watching them pick a table for 3, despite Kim's obvious want for alone time with the new boy. After a quick visit to a nearby ATM to withdrawal from her account from this time, she returned to the restaurant. Shego asked for a small romantic table for two, and ensured him that the other party would be joining her soon. She laid down a fifty to make sure it was near the restroom. Watching the table of 3 closely, she saw her chance; He dismissed himself for the bathroom, but it was really just to retreat. Shego quickly slumped down and put on a sad, pouty face. Ron wouldn't have noticed her if it hadn't been for his naked pet tugging on his shirt and pointing to her. "Sheila? What's up?" Shego looked up at Ron, never letting down the act. "Oh, its nothing kiddo. My date ditched me, that's all." Ron looked confused. "Wait... You said you've only been here a couple of days, but you already have a date?" Ron took a second to look her over after asking that. She was wearing a long, dark green dress that sparkled; it almost looked like she had it custom made to fit and accentuate her form. Shego of course, noticed the attention she was getting. She brightened up quickly and looked at Ron, who by now was contemplating her before unnoticed beauty.
"Hey Ron, wanna join me? I already have this table for two... Unless you're here with somebody..." Ron looked back at the table he came from, contemplating if he should ditch his best friend or not; it didn't like his prolonged absence was noticed, so he shrugged and sat down with a smile. "So what'd your date order? I could go for some nachos right about now," Ron said, his mood now unhampered that he had a friend to talk to. "Um, he didn't order before he walked out... It was kind of a blind date, and..." Shego was definitely pushing the right buttons. She put on her sad face again as she talked, sparking something in the chivalrous boy. "You're telling me this guy ditched you because he didn't think you were pretty? That's not cool, is it Rufus?" The mole rat popped out of the boy's pocket with a quick "Uh-uh!" "So much for that bait," Shego thought, exasperated. "Lets dangle the hook a little closer then..." Looking at Ron with a deep thoughtful look that caught him off balance, she asked, "What do you think Ron? Am I ugly?" The question knocked him out of his chair, allowing Shego a quick second to smirk at her work. Quickly standing up again, he laughed nervously at the attention he was getting from other customers. Sitting down again he gulped and started reading the menu.
Shego nearly smacked her head; "come on sidekick, take the bait! I've got the hook right there in front of your face and you turn around and walk away!" Shego was now becoming very self-conscious; she had always considered herself quite gorgeous, but thinking back... Junior. The only male that had ever given her any kind of look, and that was only after she trained him for a few weeks. Shego sighed and slumped into her hands, not caring anymore what the boy said. Ron saw and set the menu down, swallowing his nervousness for a minute. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure you've got the looks." Shego heard him, but it didn't hit her for a minute what it meant. "Wait... what?" was all she could muster. "Yeah, you're definitely a piece of work... just seem to come off a little aggressive is all." Ron was nervously trying to re-open the menu and avoid the next question. "Aggressive? What do you mean by that?" Rufus had by now pushed the menu open for his friend, and Ron was skimming the desserts. "Hey, they have cake... You like cake, don't you buddy?" Rufus looked at the narrowing eyes of the girl sitting across from them, and with a small yelp leapt into his owner's pocket again. Shego grabbed Ron's menu and took it away from him, and he made the mistake of looking at her eyes. Now very serious, with a hint of anger behind them, she made the question clear, "What do you mean I come off as aggressive?" Ron laughed a little nervously, and explained, "Well, you just have this... edge in your voice, ya know? And I don't know... Just something in your eyes says you're dangerous." Shego slumped back in her chair and sighed.
"And here I was thinking girls with attitude turned heads. So much for that theory." Ron looked confused at his dinner mate, when a waiter came by. "And what would the lovely couple like to have this evening?" Shego considered for a moment, before responding, "Spaghetti, I guess," followed by Ron's request for some nachos. After about twenty minutes of explaining the restaurant's complete lack of Mexican food, Ron settled for some spaghetti too.
The table was quiet for the most part, aside from Shego's occasional groan of displeasure. She was reliving the ten years of her life after she retired... She had tried the dating scene again, but found for the most part the men at her age were either looking for someone to cheat on with their wife, or someone to have kids with. Neither really appealed to Shego; not that it mattered, she was always the one sitting in the bars not getting picked up. Now she knew exactly why, and that there was nothing she could do to fix it; Shego was dangerous, plain and simple. The food arrived, and Shego sat up straight, starting to fiddle with her food.
Halfway through his dinner, Ron set his fork down and looked over at the girl. She was resting her head in one hand, her other hand twirling the fork on her plate. Ron started to speak then stopped. Deciding quickly what he was gonna say, he swallowed his nervousness again and grabbed her hand, getting her attention. "You know, some guys live most of their lives in danger. There's gotta be a guy out there for you." Shego blushed lightly; not because of what he said, that was sappy crap she didn't believe in. No, his hands were now holding hers, more gently than she was used to. She was relishing it; aside from that push on the plane, this was the only gentle contact she'd had for a long time. Shego shook her head, trying to clear up the haze forming, and flashed a sweet smile at Ron. "Thanks kiddo, that means something." Ron smiled and let go of her hand, "All right!" was all he could say. He started in on his food again, and Shego started eating her spaghetti, having regained her appetite.
Outside the restaurant, Shego was walking home with Ron. Kim and Eric were still in the restaurant, still having not noticed the sidekick's disappearance. They didn't even notice when Ron stopped by the booth and waved. Outside, Ron didn't really have a ride home, so Shego was walking with him, and both of them seemed like they had something to ask. Breaking the air, Shego spoke up, "Hey kiddo, got a question for you." Ron looked over, his companion never looking away from her distant spot in front of her. "If... If I had a more greenish tint to my skin, would I still be as pretty as you say I am?" Ron stopped in his tracks and pondered that for a moment. He tried to imagine this girl with a greenish hue to her skin, but all he came up with was Shego. "Well Sheila... I don't know. I keep trying to picture you like that, but I keep coming up with this other girl." Shego turned around and looked at him. "Other girl? What other girl could possibly have greenish skin?" Ron shrugged, at loss for words when he remembered the night prior. "Remember that girl flying the jet? That's who I keep mistaking you for." Shego smirked a little and stepped a few inches from Ron, leaning into his ear, whispering "How do you know I'm not her?" Ron jumped back about twenty feet, creeped out by this sudden change in the girl's demeanor. Quickly regaining his composure, he gave his answer, "You can't be because she was flying the jet and you were clinging to me." Shego laughed a little and smiled. "Relax kiddo, I was only kidding. But hey, if you keep thinking of her when you imagine a green-er me, how's about this for a question; do you think she's cute?" Ron blushed a little before giving his answer, "Well yeah, she's cute, but she's way to dangerous for my taste; She'd probably just try to beat me into a pulp before she'd consider a date with me." "Before she got to know you maybe," Shego muttered under her breath. Ron started to question her, but she took his hand too quickly and started walking him back to his house.
After she got home herself, Shego punched her bed. This was a small apartment rented out for a little while, pulled again from her funds in the time period. She sat on the bed and sighed. "Well, that didn't go as planned. He played his cards better than I played mine." Looking out the window, she could see the Stoppable house from here; barely, but for someone trained in espionage it was plenty to know when someone left a house. Shego picked up her hand and looked at it, remembering the way he held it. "Ugh, why am I being so stupid and emotional about this?" her hand started to lightly glow as Shego thought about him holding her hand more intensely. After about five minutes, her hand was fully ablaze, and her face was as red as a cherry. Sighing one last time, she laid back and fell asleep, making sure her alarm was ready to wake her up.
Okay, I'm managing to expand these to 3 pages a piece so far... I've written them faster than they've been updated, but the log in problems are a serious issue with uploading, so I just keep writing the next chapter. Off to expand on chapter two!
EDIT after looking over chapter two, I can't really expand on it... Not without re-writing it anyway. I'm too happy that I got it to come out the way it did, so I'll try to work on 3 instead.