A/N: I'm trying to cope with something, and this came out in my distraction attempts... A little AU thing, not connected to anything else.

Everything

She stood on the stone balcony of the lair, the scarce moonlight revealing the vastness of the waters below as she hugged herself against the chill of the night air.

He was gone. Vanished.

He had been returning from a small caper to steal some computer chip or other, a final piece to his latest weapon. She hadn't gone with him because she was painting her nails.

He had called her on the way back, the theft having been a success. She had quipped that he didn't need her, and he had jokingly agreed. Then they had argued over whether or not to have steak or fish for dinner until she hung up in exasperation.

That had been two days ago.

When he'd not returned by dinner she'd tried calling, but his phone was dead. A few hours later she'd tried his tracking device, but no signal was found.

She'd told herself she wasn't worried, pushed all concern out of her head, and gone to bed. The next day she'd distracted herself in between pacing the lair and trying his phone and tracking device again every few hours, and eventually every hour. Finally, before the sun had set, she'd flown out over the ocean on her hover-board until she was forced to turn back for lack of fuel, even though she had no idea where to look. When she found nothing she had even considered calling Kim Possible, until realizing the teen had no greater power than she did.

She spent the next day pacing long into the night, until she finally let the reality break through every excuse she could conjure. There must have been an accident...

He was just...gone.

She was surprised when she burst into tears, and then a few minutes later she was mentally rolling her eyes at herself. Of course she was crying... He was everything to her. She wasn't sure what all 'everything' entailed, but...whatever it was, he was it.

Her eyes were still puffy and swollen as she looked out at the black waters on the nearly moonless night, wondering what had happened. Was he dead? Held prisoner? If the former, had it been quick, or had he suffered? If the latter, was he still suffering...?

She also selfishly wondered if he had known, just how much he meant to her... And she wondered if he had thought the same of her.

She wondered how long she would cry, but she had never let her emotions have such reign over her before. It felt like her heart would never be whole again. She'd not even realized so much of him had become part of her. And as her tears fell she resigned herself to the pain that was clenching her heart like a fist, holding tighter and bringing more darkness with every breath.

She wiped her eyes and turned to go back inside. And then she stopped short as in her mind, she heard his voice call her name as she had many times over the past few days. It rend her heart each time to hear it and realize a split second later it wasn't real. She sniffled and continued walking.

"Shego!"

She turned. It...had to be her imagination.

"Shego!"

He was running up the stone stairs along the cliff, bedraggled and panting. All the weight over her heart melted away as she gasped, and then her feet were moving ahead of her and she nearly tripped as she lunged toward him.

"Drakken!"

They nearly fell as she crashed into him, staggering until they both hit the wall, her arms tightly around him. When she felt him hesitantly return the embrace a moment later she pulled away and was shocked to discover she was kissing him. The dry, un-moving gesture lasted a few seconds until she pulled back entirely, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she took in his appearance.

He was unshaven, damp, and his coat dirtied and tattered. But his eyes were bright and alive.

"Shego..." His voice was awed, and a moment later he licked his lips as his brow twisted in confusion.

Every question burning in her mind about what had happened vanished in the face of her new realization. 'Everything' meant her heart, too. She blushed as she found herself strangely speechless, his eyes amazed as he took in her suddenly shy smile. She set her hand bravely against his unshaven cheek, and his eyes widened and glanced toward it.

In the second she might have worried she'd gravely miscalculated, his hand came up to cover hers, and then his eyes closed before their lips met again. The last remnants of trembling fear in her heart faded as she realized with immeasurable peace...she was his everything, too.