A/N: Just something random I came up with like a week ago or more. Little silly fun bit of Drakgo.

Daydream Believer

Shego's ears perked up to the curious sound of a waltz-tune being hummed in a familiar, melodic baritone, and she redirected her footsteps toward the lab.

Drakken often hummed while working, but usually in short, clipped bursts of things he made up on the spot. This was different—a lengthy, dream-like refrain that clearly reflected deeper thought than the welding of nano-tick components or the vibration-warming of cocoa-moo. Shego found herself creeping silently along the passage so as not to disturb him when she entered, and when she did her brow rose at the sight in front of her.

Drakken stood in the middle of the lab, twirling. His belt was gone and a few buttons of his lab coat had been undone as he slowly spun in place, the heavy fabric lifting away like a skirt and floating in a circle around him until he paused. It sank down, then slowly lifted again as he spun the other direction, humming all the while with his eyes closed and a look of contentment on his face.

Shego smirked and watched the pageant for several seconds before taking a breath to spoil it.

"All that's missing is some weirdly tame forest critters flocking to you, and you're the next blockbuster princess."

Drakken's yelp of surprise was followed by a falter in his step and nearly tripping on the coat as his eyes darted around for the source of the interruption.

"Shego! You! You...how long have you been there?"

"You know, I've got some skirts you could borrow for whatever fantasy you were living in there. Or I bet Duff Killigan would be willing to lend a kilt, if you'd prefer a more masculine look."

Drakken grumbled a reply and did up his coat, looking around for his belt. His annoyed mutterings increased when he saw Shego swinging it back and forth, holding it just out of reach.

"Give me that!" he snapped, lunging a few times with grunts of frustration until she relented, still snickering.

"What even was that song? Sappy much. Missing your dance partner Dr. Freeman?" Shego quipped as she leaned against the door frame watching him, her arms crossed.

"If you have nothing nice to say—"

"Wait wait, I've got a better one. If you wish hard enough on the laser, then your coat will turn into a beautiful bionic suit that will sync with your brainwaves and make it easier to take over the world."

Drakken's expression rapidly morphed to curiosity, which only sent Shego into a fit of laughter.

"Of course you'd think that's actually a good idea!" she said through a cackle, and Drakken grumbled again and waved her off as he turned toward the lab table.

Apparently deciding the fun was over, Shego left the lab, her laughter echoing down the passage for several seconds until Drakken was finally left alone in silence. He glanced over his shoulder once to be sure she was gone, and then pulled a small notebook from his pocket. He uncapped a pen and nibbled on the end of it as he looked at his list, and then crossed out one set of words.

"So definitely not 'The Power of Love' for a first dance song..." he muttered as he scanned the rest of his list. Finally closing the notebook with a frown, he shoved it back in his pocket and pulled out a tiny black box instead. He sighed as he opened it and gazed down at the sparkling gem of the ring inside. "...I hope she at least likes diamonds."