Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 25 years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
Shego playfully enjoyed chewing the last chicken wing. It wasn't lobster, but it was excellent. It had been Ed's turn to pick the anniversary dinner. While his preferences were lowbrow, he knew where to find the tastiest samples.
"Scrumptious, Honey." she told her husband over the candlelit table.
"Thanks, Babe." Motor Ed brushed back his mullet with his fingers. " I knew you would like it."
Shego picked up their plates and stepped into the kitchen. "What's up next?" she asked coyly.
"Just a quiet evening at home," he stretched and let out his belt. "Thanks again for those injectors."
"Thanks for the jewelry," She countered as she handled her new diamond necklace playfully.
There was a knock at the door. "Oh yeah," called Ed as he rose, "My cousin is coming with best wishes."
Shego hesitated. Then she angrily asked, "Which cousin?"
Ed had already opened the door. She knew that if their visitor was who she thought it was, she would have to make Ed miserable for the next month.
"Drew-dog!" she heard Ed yell from the foyer.
Make that the next year.
Dr. Drakken walked into the den from the foyer. Shego could see him over the bar-style counter that separated the kitchen from the den. She wanted to hide. No, she wanted to hurt him - and Ed.
"How are you, Shego?" asked Drakken.
They both heard the front door shut.
"I was just dandy 'til now."
"Now Shego..."
"Don't you dare!" Shego pointed a finger at him.
A young blonde walked in after Drakken. She was dressed in a pink poodle skirt, white baby doll T-shirt, with a leather studded belt and bracelets. Her hair was cut in a mohawk. The youth hugged him tenderly.
"Shego," Drakken gestured toward her, "this is Bopper." He brought his hand back toward the girl. He then reversed the motion quickly, "Bopper, that's Shego."
"Hi," Bopper waved her fingers as she put an arm around Drakken.
Ed walked in, "Cute babe, Drew."
"Thank you," said Bopper.
"Teeny-bopper," growled Shego, "She's - what? - -Fifteen!"
"I'm twenty, thank you." Bopper curtseyed sarcastically. She turned to Ed. "Gotta bathroom?"
"The open door down that hall," Ed indicated a hall off the foyer.
Bopper kissed Drakken's cheek and started out of the room.
Shego told Drakken, "You are just a dirty old man."
"Don't we both know that!" Bopper called from the hall.
Shego did a double take. "What lies have you told her!" she yelled angrily.
"I seldom lie, Shego," Drakken deadpanned. "It's one of the few things my conscience demands."
"Babe!" Ed said in a soothing tone as he walked into the kitchen.
"Don't you 'Babe' me!" Shego's hands began to glow. She stood in a fighting stance for a moment.
Ed just looked at her lovingly.
Shego let the glow fade and walked up to Ed. "Thanks for ruining a great evening." She slapped him across the face and walked off toward the garage. Then she spun back toward Drakken. "You had better not be telling her lies about us!"
"Of course not, Shego." was his calm response.
Shego stomped into the garage.
"What was that about?" asked Drew.
"You knew this was a risk, Cuz," Ed had come back into the den and was settling into an easy chair.
"I missed you, Drakky," cooed Bopper as she walked in. She gave him another kiss on the cheek, and then glanced around the room. "Where'd she go?"
Shego kicked one synthodrone and punched another before the first hit the ground. She then started on numbers three, four and five. Synthodrones aren't cheap, but these were old models and Ed deserved having to spend extra time fixing them for getting her mad enough to need an unscheduled workout.
You reap what you sow.
Shego hated that about life, even if it wasn't working against her this time. It had beaten her soundly in the past.
Another drone was about to get the drop on her, when it melted. She had been letting her mood affect her workout instead of the other way around. Surprised by the fortuitous melting, Shego scanned the room. Bopper was standing by the door, turning a music disc in her fingers.
"You're totally better than Drakky said," the youth commented.
Shego just grunted and walked over to a punching bag in the corner.
"I'm sorry if I upset you, Shego," Bopper walked up to the green clad woman as she kicked the bag repeatedly. "I didn't realize your history with him was so..." She stopped when Shego shot her an evil look.
"I was just an employee," Shego spat as another kick connected. "He was just my boss," another even harder kick.
"Understood." The kid looked down when she said it. "He and I are closer than that ourselves." She stepped back as the bag suddenly lurched toward her from the force of Shego's latest kick. "My idea."
Bopper watched Shego as she switched to a series of punches. "Any tips for a novice employee?"
Shego paused. Her breathing was heavy. She had to catch her breath again before she spoke. "Yeah."
Shego punched the bag extra hard. She spoke in time with her punches, so that each word was accompanied by physical force. "No." "clones." "No." "Mind." "Control."
She paused again for breath, then started again with twice the force. "Never." "Get." "DRUNK." "With." "Your." "BOSS".
Bopper smirked, "Sounds like fun to me."
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