A/N: Inspired by a stunning piece of artwork (check the AO3 posting for link) I cannot stop staring at (among many) by the outstanding split-n-splice. A little established-relationship Drakgo set in canon to go along with her HC. I hope you like it!

Calming the Storm

Despite the natural warmth bestowed upon her by her powers, Shego was shivering. The droplets plunking against the clear dome of the hover-car made the storm sound far worse than it really was, however the rain was not her primary concern.

"Drakken!" she called again to the blue-coated man bent beneath the hood, but she knew it was futile. Not only was her voice muffled through the dome and the torrent, but he was determined. It had been bad enough to be bested by Possible—again—but then to break down in the middle of nowhere, miles from the lair and with the navigation system down, it was too humiliating a defeat for her partner to take.

Shego pounded against the glass with her gloved open palm in another attempt to get his attention, her voice tiring from the repeated shouts that had started out as constant and dwindled to occasional pleas every few minutes as he refused to answer. It was this sound that finally seemed to get his attention, and Drakken's head popped up from beneath the hood. He looked around, blinking in annoyance as he frowned and tried to see through the wet hair falling into his eyes. When his gaze locked on Shego's his expression changed to...something else, and he ducked his head again.

"It's not worth it!" Shego shouted louder, hopeful again since she'd at least gotten his attention. "We can fix it when the rain stops!"

The mad scientist didn't make another appearance, and with a mixture of annoyance and concern Shego finally pushed the button that would open a small door built into the side of the car that connected to the dome. She grumbled as her feet hit the sodden grass and sank at least half an inch, an icy chill instantly hitting her face as the cold droplets struck her and began dampening her hair.

"Dr. D., you're gonna get sick!" she shouted at him above the rain when she reached his side.

Startled, he stood up so abruptly he hit his head on the inside of the hood.

"Ow! No, Shego, I can fix this!"

"Fix this when the rain stops! Without navigation we can't go anywhere anyway!" she reasoned, the idea suddenly hitting her. Maybe if he had something to do he would come inside before he caught his death in the storm; something to distract him from the dejection that came with defeat.

The look in his eyes then said she'd gotten through to him—at least enough for him to think about it—and she seized the opportunity. More accurately, she seized his arm and started dragging him back to the door of the hover-car despite his protests and tugs against her strong grip.

She shoved him through the tiny door and followed after, both of them dripping wet by that point but some of her person protected simply as her hair had acted as a canopy.

"Here now, you can fix the navigation system until the rain stops and curse Possible all you want without making yourself sick!" she scolded, though by that point it was halfhearted. She was cold, tired, now wet, and just wanted to sleep.

Drakken was sitting in his seat with arms crossed and blinking like he'd been betrayed, though Shego knew that wasn't what was in his head. It was just the humiliation of what should have been a flawless victory ripped away by a teenager, her buffoon-ish side-kick, and a rodent...again.

"Take off that coat, that's not helping matters," Shego said as she reached down to the dash and cranked the heater up to full.

"No," Drakken protested petulantly, crossing his arms.

Shego frowned. She was done with his attitude.

"Yes," she said firmly, and reached over to start undoing the sodden garment.

Drakken pawed at her hands in protest, leaning away until she lifted one hand and let it glow in threat. After that the blue man simply pouted and let her start yanking open the front of the extravagant lab coat.

"You could help," Shego said with a scoff when she realized he was just going to let her undress him like a child.

Drakken grumbled something under his breath and began doing so, and Shego sat back and let him finish the job. She wrung out her hair on the floorboards and shifted to let the hot air blasting from the vents hit different parts of her. For their transportation, Drakken never skimped on quality, and the heater was quickly drying her hair. But for the faint artificial scent surrounding them she could have been convinced it was just a hot day.

Drakken's coat was suddenly being shoved in one mass toward his feet, and Shego took in the fatigued t-shirt he was wearing underneath. He was usually more put-together than that. He took down his hair and wrung it out as she had, sliding the elastic onto his wrist as he sat more on the center console than on the seat.

"This seat's wet," he complained before Shego could connect the dots. His pout made her roll her eyes, but it didn't erase her compassion for him in the moment. The plan had been brilliant this time... She'd felt the thrill of victory in their grasp, until the red-headed menace had arrived.

"Come here," she said, sliding over in her seat.

"What?" Drakken said, blinking at her.

"I said come here."

Drakken hesitated, but then slid over to join her in her seat, his thigh pressing against hers proving there was definitely not enough room. Shego lifted her legs over his, and he settled in more comfortably as she leaned against him. One thing about the coat at least, was it had kept him completely dry underneath.

With Drakken now inside and safe from the elements, Shego felt the exhaustion of the day hit her like a wave. It had been a long flight, a lot of work, and a lot of fight, only to get lost and crash in the storm, and then who knew how long Drakken had been out in the rain punishing himself. She snuggled in closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, ready to forget the day and start fresh on the morrow.

"What..." Drakken's voice pulled Shego from her rapidly fading thoughts, and she peered up at him. "What about the navigation?"

His question was halfhearted at best, and Shego saw the exhaustion winning in his eyes as well, along with something else.

"Let it wait," she said, closing her eyes and pushing her hair back as she pressed into him again.

Shego was worried he might protest until she felt his arm slide around her shoulders. She reached up and held his hand, and then his other one settled comfortably on her knee.

"Shego—"

"You would have won this time," she interrupted, looking up at him again as her hair fell forward.

The look in his eyes—shame, she finally realized—started to fall away and be replaced by wonder.

"If not for Possible..." Shego continued, her words broken by an unexpected yawn, "you would have won."

She watched as Drakken's expression settled then, whatever else that was bothering him evaporating like the rain that had soaked them.

"We'll get back at her next time," Shego said confidently and rested against him again. His hand grew heavier on her knee and pulled her a little closer as he shifted to be more comfortable. Shego opened one eye and peered at him through her hair, and was relieved to see the lines in his face had relaxed.

She could have smiled at the realization that part of his upset was worrying what she thought of him after the humiliating defeat, but instead she wondered why he still thought he could possibly do anything to make her think less of him. That was something else she decided needed to be fixed, and soon.

It was scarcely a minute before Shego felt Drakken's even breathing indicating he'd given in to exhaustion. And with his warmth next to her and thoughts of how she could best reassure the one she loved, she let the rain overhead lull her into sleep. Tomorrow was another day.