Y'all know the disclaimer. I don't need to say anymore.

Thanks to Knightof Faerun for spurring the previous chapter into existence. Reviews have been good, but more importantly, it'd made the opening line for this bit even funnier.

This one's game for "Later That Night." I've said everything I have to say about what happened after to Ron, Kim, & now Drakken and Shego. I may come back someday to LTN folks like Monique, Brick, Wade, & Bonnie (although, personally I think "The Truth of the Matter" covers BonBon better than I could), but I'm rambling. Hope you folks enjoy.

Later That Night - Drakken and Shego by The Riverboat Cap'n

"You locked them in a room together," Shego, chained against a van wall, glowered at Dr. Drakken.

"And how many times have we done that before?"

Sigh "Okay, let me rephrase: AFTER having me tell her that her 'perfect boyfriend' was electrified jell-o, you had me lock her in a room with a boy whose feelings for her have building to critical mass ever since you had the genius idea to plant an emotion-controlling chip on her neck that turned her into a bouncing love puppy toward the boy in question. What are you an evil doctor of, proctology? Is that why most of these ideas seem pulled out of your ass?"

"Shego, remember that talk we had about hurting with words?"

"You're lucky words are the only thing I'm hurting you with, Brainy Smurf."

"That was just uncalled for . . ."

"WE WON, YOU IDIOT! We won, and we didn't even have to lift a finger, much less risk having one broken. But NOOOOOOOOOO, you had to unleash the incredible growing red things!"

"Was that a double entendre?"

Muttering. "I should have stayed with the Seniors. Junior may be dumber than a box of hammers, but at least he showed some spark."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, Dr. D, nothing."

"How do you know how the Stoppable boy felt?"

"He had a Freudian slip when he was looking for a library boo . . ." stops, blinks. "Waitaminute. You know his name?"

"Of course I know his name. What kind of godfather would I be if I didn't know my goddaughter's friends, "voice lowers, sadly, "few as they are."

"You're her godfather?"

"As far as I'm concerned."

"So, you aren't her godfather?"

"Not officially, no."

"You're not her godfather."

"Semantics!"

"Oh God. Are you telling me I've been getting my ass kicked every three weeks for TWO YEARS so you can play 'Unca Drew'?"

"How good is she?"

"What?"

"How good is she?"

"She's good. Better than my brothers, better than Du. But NOT better than me."

"Okay, okay, calm down, Shego."

"You think she's better than me. Unbefrikkinlievable. We get stomped every time we go out, and it doesn't bother you. I bust my hump to get the scraps you need to build idiotic device after idiotic device and you're only doing this to live out some sick daddy fantasy."

"Uncle, not Daddy. I'd never do that to Jimmy."

"'Jimmy'? The guy hasn't been your friend for fifteen years and you still call him 'Jimmy'?"

"He was my friend. I don't make friends easily, or haven't you noticed that the only people who hang around are being paid?"

"Maybe nobody likes you."

"That hurt."

"Kind of supposed to, Dr. D."

"DAMN IT, SHEILA, I'M NOT KIDDING! THAT HURT!"

Shego blinks. "Wow. Guess it did. You went civilian on me, Drew. I'm stunned."

"Nobody in their right mind would name their kid Shego, it had to come from somewhere. I did some digging."

"Obviously. But I still don't get why you're so loyal to the guy."

"Yeah, well, a friend's a friend. Even you."

"What do you mean, even me?"

Drakken rolls his eyes. "Shego, I've developed a chemical that makes people so open to suggestion, they'll do anything anyone asks of them, and it can get in through the pores. There's no way to stop it. I've developed a microchip that can control human emotions. What possible reason could I have to not us them on the hired help?"

Shego, after a quiet moment. "None, unless you cared about them . . ."

"And I'm the dumb one."

"Are you saying you . . . "

"Not like that, but I'd like to think we're at least friends."

"Okay, friends. So . . . what do you make of them?"

"Who?"

"Kimmie and Stoppable."

"I already told you how I feel about Kim. I don't have any problems with the boy. Why?"

"So you don't care about the way they were looking at each other as br'er van driver here hauled us off?"

Blink. "Well, that' a surprise. I can't believe it took this long. I would have thought the moodulator chips would have pushed them over the edge."

Shego, stunned and a little mad. "You did that on purpose?"

"What the mistletoe didn't work."

"Oh, man! Has this whole year been you playing cupid?"

"What? No! God, Shego, I'm concerned, not obsessive." Smiles. "They do make a cute couple, though."

Shego smiles, agreeing. "They do. He hurts her, there'll only be a puddle left by the time I'm done."

"Shego, I'm surprised. I'd almost think you cared about them."

"Eh. They're irritating. Just like my brothers."

"Touching but that level of violence won't be necessary. He won't hurt her any more than any other boy would."

"True. And if he did, Stoppable would probably beat himself up better than I ever could. Literally."

They both laughed, thinking of the times the boy had tripped, stumbled, walked into something, and generally made both of them wonder why he wasn't wearing a helmet at all times.

Shego: "So, how are we getting out of this one?"

"Eh. Why worry about it right away. The tropics are hell in the summer, and Leavenworth has central air."

"So . . . we're on break?"

"We're on break."

Coming soon: KP-Little Moments