Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. If you recognize the characters, they aren't mine. I will never make any money from this.

Don walked up beside Shego. "In through the nose and out through the mouth," he encouraged softly.

"I know how to breathe!" Shego griped.

Flo stepped over, "Don, be nice. She's not feeling well." She then watched Shego a moment. "I thought you were in Helsinki."

"Huh?" Shego said softly. "Oh. Some of the post cards are of dummy locations. The rest are delayed."

"Clever," Flo admitted. "I don't suppose you'll come in willingly?"

Shego slowly raised her head, "Could you let me take that?"

"Hardly," Flo half-smiled.

"Then I'm not going to jail."

"Well, we've got her," Don pointed to the prone clone. "You know, we could probably restrain her while she recovers." He pointed at Shego again.

Flo just looked from Don to Shego and back.

"Well, It's been nice visiting, Kiddo." Shego stood up. "Don't feel bad about the news. Fair payback for the bomb I dropped on you a couple months ago." Shego winked as she walked out, "Just let the boy down easy when you're finished with him. You don't want Kimmie mad at you."

Don tried to let the comment pass, "Are we gonna let her leave?"

Flo barely moved, "I think we just did."

"Well, we still have -," Don turned around to see that Keego was gone as well. "Nothing." He sighed.

"Crap," muttered Flo.

Don smiled at pointed at the device in Flo's hands, "But the Squeegee is safe!" He rubbed his chin, "I wonder if it does windows."

Flo locked it up, "C'mon, Captain clown."

"Right, I still owe you a massage."

Flo paused, "How's that?"

"The bet was a draw, and I just told Shego we're dating." He dropped the smile for a more serious look, "Besides, you look like you need one."

"Maybe," Flo admitted. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if you stole second while you were at it." She smiled suspiciously.

"Me?" he said in mock shock. Then he sobered again, "Not at my folks' place."

"Your folks are real nice," said Trent.

"Thanks," said Anne.

They stood together on the porch, standing close enough to feel both romantic and awkward.

"I've never seen rodents sing before, either."

"They were better than I expected," said Anne.

Trent leaned in a little more.

Anne tilted her head as she leaned forward as well.

Don and Flo landed on the step.

"Pardon us," said Don quickly. "Ignore the couple passing through."

Anne sighed as Don led Flo around them and into the house.

Trent just watched them pass until they were inside before giving Anne a peck on the cheek, "See you at school tomorrow." He jogged down the steps.

"Bye," she said weakly. Once Trent had disappeared down the walk, Anne turned and stormed into the house.

Flo was lying on her stomach on the living room couch. Don was kneeling by the couch and rubbing his hands together.

"You did that on purpose," Anne accused softly.

"I'm real sorry about that, Anne," said Don as he started massaging Flo's upper back, "Honestly."

Anne shifted her eyes to Flo, "She all right?"

"No injuries," said Don. "Tense evening, though." He rubbed in more, "These GJ uniforms are a little stiff for this."

Anne left and came back with a sleep-T. "Here, Flo. Change in the bathroom." She handed the shirt to Flo.

Flo took it and tiredly walked down the hall.

Mom and Dad walked in from the dining room. "Everything all right?" asked Mom.

"Short version," said Don. "The perps got away but the device is safe. Full report at eleven."

"It's after eleven now," said Dad.

"A.M." stressed Don.

Flo came back wearing the long T-shirt over her uniform pants. It was apparent she had removed her bra. "The couch was actually kinda lumpy."

"On my bed," Don pointed down the hall.

Kim watched in shock as Flo walk into Don's room.

"The door will stay open, Mom," Don said as he followed.

"It's just a massage, Mom," said Anne. "Flo seems to have had a rough night."

"Don, I blew it, didn't I?"

Don was straddling his girlfriend's hips and kneading her back with his fingertips as she lay on his bed. Later, it would surprise him to realize that he wasn't turned on by the experience after all. "I think we just - well, choked."

"You or me?"

"My mistake was probably not realizing you were choking."

"But why?"

"Shego."

"Did she do something to me?" she moaned appreciatively as fingers dug in.

"Not tonight."

"Then when?"

"A couple months ago, maybe?"

Flo brought her arms in and lifted herself up on her elbows, "You think it's because she's my mother."

"First, you relax," he pulled her arms out again, forcing her shoulders down, "Then, you tell me."

"Oh no," Flo said softly. "I can't work if I'm going to freeze every time we face Shego."

"Is it blood or water?" Don asked as he moved his hands up and down her back.

"I don't understand."

"Is it just because she happens to be your birth mother, or because of how you guys stopped Drakken together?"

"Well, - ooh do that again - she's always been my birth mother."

"But you've only known it a little while."

"True, but that did lead to this one 'family moment' at Go Tower." Flo turned her head to try and look at Don. "You think that's what is bothering me?"

"Maybe. After all, you've never had this problem with Drakken," Don leaned down and kissed her cheek.

"Ahem," said Kim in the doorway.

"Hey, Mom," Don was not bothered. "Heard enough to add anything?' He moved off Flo and sat on the bed.

"I'm not sure." Kim tried not to sound like mother or boss, "Shego escaped?"

"Yeah," said Flo. "It was my fault."

"It's what she does, Flo."

"Escape or psych out her own daughter?"

"She always psyches people out," Don mussed up Flo's short, black hair. "You know that."

"Usually so she can escape," said Kim.

"Tonight she escaped despite us freaking her out," smiled Don.

"How'd you manage that?" asked Kim.

Don just grinned.

"He told her we're dating," smiled Flo.

Kim giggled, "I guess that would do it."

"Imagine her face if we got married," giggled Don.

Kim stopped laughing.

"It might look something like that," Flo pointed at Kim's frozen face.

"Sorry, Mom," Don said sheepishly. "Didn't mean to freak you."

"Freak?" Kim's voice cracked. "Why should I freak?"

"I understand, Ma'am." Flo stood and picked up her uniform top, "I'd better get home." She walked out.

Don looked at his mother a moment. "Look, Mom. I know I'm young and I appreciate how you want to protect me. Flo tries to protect me, too." He cocked his head, "I just think you should face that ... it might happen."

Kim looked down at her son. He looked a great deal like his father just then, despite having his mother's hair. "You really think so?" Part of her actually hoped they could be happy together always. Another part feared the worst.

"Yeah," Don sighed.

Deep inside, Kim remembered that it was probably inevitable but dismissed that thought before it could make her brain hurt. She managed a little smile and started down the hall.

"Uh, Mom?"

"Hmmm?" Kim stopped and turned back.

"I think you should know something else about tonight before you read the report."

"What?"

"Shego wasn't the only one after the device."

"Someone else was there?" Kim crossed her arms and leaned on Don's door jam.

"She -" Don hung his head a mere moment, "It was a Keego, Mom."

Kim's mouth opened and her eyes went wide. "They - but -"

"I was there, Mom." Don said softly. "Either at least one survived or Drakken made more. Sorry."

Kim stared into space a moment. "Thank you, Don," she said frankly. "I'd better lie down." She went down to her room.

"G'night," Don called softly after her.

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