Bedtime Stories Part 1
The attempted making of Pangaea, or Drakken-gea, or whatever Drakken had decided to do, had created quite the ramifications. The storms above raged on as the earth fixed itself and attempted to restore it's axles. Shego had the urge to just slap him for the sheer asinine idea, but she shook her head instead. I did like the idea of just strolling to Morocco.. NO. She glared at him, but her words were cut short as lightening crashed an inch from them, both screamed as the water poured, the clear roof of their beat up Hover Car cracked and water began to leak in. Neither said anything as Drakken landed quickly in the brush of a nearby town. The sun had already gone down hours ago, and they'd be lying if either of them said they knew how far they were from the lair or anything close.
"Oh, just great!" snapped Drakken as the shield sprang up, he growled and kicked the Hover Car, a loud whine noted it's final death, "NoNoNonono."
"It's dead," said Shego, she sighed as the engine refused to even turn over and Drakken began to bop his head on the wheel, "Let it go... like your last idea, there's no hope."
"It's always one minor flaw, you know. Always one, tiny detail I overlook. I was so close this time, it was working. If I had just remembered to make the building just a little different, uhg!" lamented Drakken, he groaned and rested his head on the steering column, the rain was coming in now, "Shego, do you have your cellphone?"
"No, right now it's in a heap of rubble," sighed Shego, he could feel her eyes on him, his head still resting on the column, "You got a new cellphone, didn't you?"
"Ohm," Drakken had a flashback of several times Shego told him to get a new one, two times she'd offered to go get it, and the one time he actually walked into the store, only to leave with a new music player instead, "I've been busy."
"Whatever, I'm not in the mood to argue, we need to see if there's a hotel in that town," said Shego as she climbed out of the Hover Car and into the storm.
Drakken looked at the storm and groaned as he got out. Of coarse his follies of failure were inconveniencing him still. This was his first plan since they'd gotten back to normal, and he was certain another tick on the metaphorical chart against him had been added. He hurried to Shego's side as she had began walking. The rain was getting heavier and the lightening reminded him of the weather machine. He glanced at Shego, her eyes were focused on the road ahead, the on pour of water was becoming blinding. They still had a few blocks before the reached the town and the faint lights in the distance were gone. He saw Shego look at her hands and they held a faint flow. Drakken sighed and undid his lab-coat to pull over the top of them for some shielding at least. Shego shifted and put her one arm around him to get as much of the coat around them as possible. Drakken's face felt warm and his eyes shot open, Not this again!? He shook his head just as the green light ignited to give them some vague sense of direction.
"What's the plan if there's no hotel. Find an abandoned building?" asked Drakken as they walked, Shego sighed.
"You're the supposed genius, figure something out," groaned Shego and Drakken rolled his eyes.
"I suppose we could go back to the Hover car..." Drakken began.
"ERR! Nope, try again," said Shego making a buzzer sound, "Your answer is not valid."
"... You're not valid," muttered Drakken under his breath, Shego stopped and he cringed, "I didn't mean that, no need to start plasma blasting."
"Relax," said Shego with an eye-roll, she pointed, "It's a motel."
"So it is," beamed Drakken, he suddenly remembered something else, "Shego would you happen to have my wallet?"
"... I have one pocket. One. You have," she looked around the coat, "Six pockets."
"Yes, well, my coat is heavy and..." Drakken gave a hopeful grin, she shook her head and sighed.
"I still have one of your credit cards," sighed Shego as they walked into the motel.
"Is it the one I canceled?" asked Drakken with a raised brow, Shego shrugged.
"We'll find out," said Shego as they walked to the desk and rang the bell.
Drakken looked at the room key, of coarse there was only one room available. There was a mass panic at the surprise storm, ripped ground, outed powers. This day just keeps getting better. He grumbled to himself as they walked to the room, dragging his sopping wet coat behind them. He glanced at Shego, at least his clothes were mostly dry, she did not look to happy as she rung out her hair as they reached the door. He opened the door with the key, an actual one shockingly. Opening the door was a nauseating affair, it was all variants of mustard yellows and oranges. It looked scarily updated since the 70s, save for some paint and a lamp. It was a very cramped room with a large window, a long narrow dresser, one nightstand, and a closet sized door led to a small bathroom with a tiny sink, a tub, and a questionable brown toilet. Drakken wasn't really focused on any of this as his eyes had locked into the center of the room. A king sized single bed sat in the center, it's horribly yellow floral comforter tucked over a surprising amount of fluffed pillows.
"There's only one bed," muttered Drakken, he felt panicked and waited for Shego to snap at him, to berate him, he was trying to pull all his snappiest comebacks to the surface when...
"I call window side," said Shego with a sigh as she kicked off her boots in the small open closet space to their right, "Thank god they have a hair dryer. I'm taking a shower, maybe the steam will dry my suite, give me your coat."
Drakken stood there, not sure what to say or do as Shego took his coat and walked casually into the bathroom and closed the door. He realized his hands were grasping at the air as he stood there. Her nonchalant attitude had momentarily stunned him, but now he felt a wave of unease. He looked at the bed. We can't share a bed! There really wasn't a choice, the motel was full, but he looked at the bathroom door as the shower started. He felt suddenly warm as he kicked his boots off. The idea of sleeping next to Shego was making his head spin, he didn't even like it when Commodore Puddles would sleep in his bed. What if I wake up spooning her... that wouldn't go over well. Drakken had seen enough films, movies, and romantic comedies to know it would be his luck for sure. He would be greeted by a morning of being blasted into the wall, and rocking the finally steady boat of their partnership. He looked at the bed and sighed in relief, there was enough pillows to make a divider. That way if he tried to cuddle anything in his sleep, he would find the pillows.
Shego felt a wave of panic as she washed her hair, what was that! She had been so casual about it, had just shrugged off the idea of sharing a bed like it was nothing. It had taken the first drop of water to slap her out of it and now she was aggressively washing her hair with all the shampoo. Hope he doesn't want a shower in the morning. Something about her own thought made her panic more, she wasn't about to suddenly go out there and decide she changed her mind, she was going to find an abandoned building. That would be stupid and childish, the best way to play this was as if it didn't bother her. It doesn't bother me. She glared, there was the problem, right there. She didn't care and that brought up a whole new wave of alarms blaring. He's a friend, that's why. She relaxed a little, that made sense, she trusted him, so there was no concerns or worries he'd try anything. I've given him windows to prove that's not going to happen.
"I mean, we're both adults... even if something changed," she muttered to herself, she looked at her reflection of confusion shown in the mirror, she shook her head, and grabbed her uniform and groaned, "It's still wet."
Shego looked at her dry undergarments, at least she'd worn boy shorts today, she stared at them and took a deep breath. It was one thing for her to share a bed, but this was going to send a lot of wrong signals. She wasn't about to traipse out there in this and casually get into bed, he'd probably have a panic attack. She snorted at the idea and weighed the odds and messing with him, he did get us into this mess. She kind of wanted to see his reaction. He'd probably run all the way back to the Hover Car, she snorted and sighed. What if he didn't? Her mind went blank, she had no mental response to that, and she took a deep breath and yelled through the door.
"Drakken, can I have your shirt, my suites not dry," she gulped, it was better than a sports bra and boy shorts.
"A-Are you serious?" asked Drakken, he sounded unnerved or startled, probably startled she'd just yelled through the door.
"Fine, but don't get any ideas if I sleep in my..." there was the sound of scattered footsteps and a thump at the door.
"Here," came Drakken's voice as his hand slid in holding the dark green shirt, and then closed it as she grabbed it.
Shego smirked, he would have differently run for the hills. She tugged on the shirt, and sniffed it. What's that smell... oil? She ignored it and went into the tiny motel room and froze. Drakken was already in bed, the blankets pulled tight around him and... a Pillow Wall behind him. She wasn't exactly sure how to feel about this, as she stood there. He made a pillow wall? What the... She walked to her side of the bed and stared, Drakken sat up a little, enough his face was partially visiable and made a proud gesture as if he was presenting a prize. She didn't know what expression her face was converying, but she imagined it wasn't exactly excitement, because she herself... felt... felt offended.
"What is this?" asked Shego, calmly.
"A pillow wall," said Drakken confidently, "That way it keeps us from rolling into each other or anything. Problem solved."
"Right..." she nodded, it made sense, she gestured to the one by their heads, "I feel like, two pillows was enough."
"It's supporting the other pillows," said Drakken, indicating crease between their respective head pillows and where the front part of the wall started, "Night Shego."
"Yeah, night," said Shego, she climbed into bed, and huffed.
Shego glared at the pillow wall, and looked along its boarders. She would much rather have an extra under her head rather then block her feet from Drakken's. She wasn't sure what bothered her most, the fact HE felt they needed a pillow wall or the fact SHE did not want a pillow wall. We are adults. She glared more at the offending plush fabric in front of her. She turned on her side and looked at the window, watching the rain beat down in the cool room. Lightening flashed and she got up and closed the curtains to block the light. She slid her leg back on the bed and stared over the wall. Drakken was facing the door, a look of forced slumber on his face, he was still awake. She slid back into bed and stared at the wall. Why does it bother me so much? Is it because it was HIS suggestion, as if she was going to try something. She snorted in contempt. As if. She shook her head, no, it was the fact it was there. Plain and simple. They were both grown adults, they spent every day with each other, sharing a bed for one night was no reason to have a stupid pillow wall like they were teens at a slumber party and didn't want other's to get the wrong idea.
"This is fucking stupid," growled Shego, she hadn't meant to say it out-loud, but there it was.
"Good-night, Shego," sighed Drakken, and she heard him shift, she used her hand to lean over the pillow to look at him.
"I mean, we are both adults. I trust you. Do you not trust me? Because I have no intentions of..." Shego was cut off as Drakken sat up.
"Shego, it's late. I'm tired. I want to go to sleep," said Drakken with a deep sigh, "Just leave the wall, okay. Now, night."
"Someone's sassy," scoffed Shego, she glared, "Well I'm taking the pillow from our feet okay. I like two pillows."
"Sure, fine," mumbled Drakken as he pulled his blanket tighter around him
Shego yanked the pillow from there and stared at him for a few more seconds before flopping back with her new pillow. She stared at the wall and closed her eyes. Her foot brushed his and she yanked it back. She wasn't about to listen to him yell about space or how "That's why there's pillows!" Shego closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. But her body wasn't listening, she felt restless and uncomfortable. A pillow wall, really? She opened her eyes and glared at it, she could hear his breathing become heavier and she closed her eyes back together. His foot brushed hers this time as he shifted in slumber, she moved her foot again. I can't believe we're laying here with a pillow wall. She supposed he was used to sleeping alone, maybe he was concerned they'd wake up with him spooning her or something, She nodded, that made sense. Would it be the worse thing? She slammed her eyes shut, yes, she needed sleep. Sleep was good. She was clearly not in her right mind set. She was practically asleep when. A pillow wall, are you kidding me!? Rang through her head. She sat up and looked at him, fast asleep. She glared.
Drakken's eyes shot open as thunder cracked loud enough to shake the whole room. The sound unnerved him, and he didn't even have anything to drown it out. He shifted and decided maybe taking one of the pillows for over his head wouldn't hurt. When he rolled around, he was face to face with Shego. His eyes shot open and he saw her cringe. She was awake, and knew he had noticed the fact she'd removed the entire wall. Drakken wanted to yell, wanted to angrily tell her off, but the fact she was fighting a smirk made him roll her eyes and scoff.
"You think you're cute," said Drakken, the corner of her mouth twitched, "When did you get rid of the pillow wall?"
"10 minutes after I heard you snore," sighed Shego, she flopped on her back and opened her eyes to look at him, "It's so lame. I don't like the feeling of a pillow wall in my face and the lightening keeps flashing through the curtains and I can't sleep. So just... go with it."
"Maybe not having a wall there makes me uncomfortable," replied Drakken, Shego sat up and crossed her arms over his shirt.
"Waking up to my face makes you uncomfortable?" asked Shego with wide eyes, "Wow. Tell me how you really feel."
"Don't try and spin this.. it's two in the morning... just.. let's just sleep," glared Drakken.
"That was the plan," scoffed Shego as she flopped back against the bed.
It was silent save for the small rumbles from outside. Drakken looked at the door, focusing on it instead of the women next to him in a cheap motel bed. He scooted closer to the edge of the bed, just to add a little more distance. He didn't think she'd noticed, but she had. In an instant she got out of the bed and yanked the extra comforter and pillows up in a make-shift sack. She glared at him the whole way to the bathroom, her eyes never leaving his as she tossed the sack into the small bathtub and with what he could only state was a contemptuous glare slammed the door.
"This, enough space for you," she snapped, he could hear mumbling and a few curse words all towards him he was sure.
Drakken sighed, and fell back on the bed. He rolled his eyes, she'd definitely over-reacted to a simple pillow wall. He shifted to lay in the middle and closed his eyes. It was quite again, save for the thunder and the rain, and of coarse, his head. Are you kidding me? A pillow wall? He was arguing with himself now, he played back the scene, trying his best to see it from her view. Why would she care about the wall, she should have been more welcoming of it than me. He was so used to sleeping alone that he didn't want to wake up to having shoved her off, or worse, hugging her like he often did his pillow. Not that he got around to it, he knew he was a sleep cuddler and that... well that was just not going to be okay. It had just got back to normal, actually better than normal. They'd been getting along better then before. So implying an insult, building a pillow wall, and letting her sleep in a tub is a real chalk up to going better? He glared at the ceiling. He shook his head, he was being paranoid, Shego was mad about Pangea... the stupid earth shifting foil. He'd just pushed her to the edge, Shego wasn't insecure, and she was probably annoyed.. We're both adults. He sighed, there was no way he was getting any sleep.
Shego yanked the blanket over her head, not wanting to get out of her nest to turn off the light because she'd probably end up tripping or something. She glared at the door, her hands twitched with the blast she was fighting... fighting just marching in there and blasting him. Telling him to go sleep in the tub, that his stupid scheme got them here, that instead of fixing the Hover Car he'd been too preoccupied with whatever idiotic plot he had now. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. He built a pillow wall so he wouldn't see me? Shego's mind fell back through the years, back to the last Villains Party, to the night they'd almost shared a bed. I was trying to share more than that. Shego groaned, why was that coming up, that had been stupid, and honestly it would have been the worst thing to happen. But still... he'd slept on a couch rather then be in a bed with her. Plenty of men and women would love to wake up next to me. She scoffed, it wasn't like she had a long list by any means, just that there had always been opportunities and options. Why does it bother me?
Drakken was always dramatic and childish, heck even Carmella had never spent the night in his room. They did plenty else. She remembered his comment and she cringed, she didn't want to think about that. Luckily she was in the bathroom if it had made her nauseous, but it hadn't. No, her mind fell back again to that night, how annoyed she'd been, how rejected she'd felt the whole night. Her mind shifted back to anger after dwelling far to long on the rest. He probably didn't even realize why it bothered her, you don't even know why it bothers you. Maybe it's because of your past? Maybe... maybe it's because the last time you were in a bed with anyone it was his rival. Shego hated when insecurities smacked you without warning, dug into your very core out of nowhere. Can't blame him for that, I suppose. Shego felt herself fall away from her normal emotions and into a twisted swirl of emotions she avoided. She would have probably delved further if there wasn't a knock at the door, so quite she could barely hear over the thunder. Anger was back.
"If you have to go to the bathroom, go to the lobby," snapped Shego, she pulled the blanket over her.
"I didn't know the door was open," said Drakken as he opened it, she didn't bother getting out of her nest, "Shego?... Okay. Listen, perhaps I didn't deal with that properly. It had nothing to do with it being you, just so you know. You have a beautiful face, if that's why you stormed off... I tend to cuddle and it's been a long time since I shared a bed with anyone... so I just didn't want to make things awkward and get plasma blasted in the morning."
"..." Shego pulled the blanket down and looked at him, his uncomfortable stance made it very clear he was telling the truth and by the redness in his face, was properly embarrassed, "Was that hard?"
"Yes... yes it was," said Drakken, he looked annoyed now and Shego smirked, she felt the twisting feelings subside, "So, that being said... you don't have to sleep in the bathtub, if you don't want too."
"Why would I want too," scoffed Shego as she climbed out of the tub, she walked passed Drakken with the comforter and a few pillows.
Shego flopped back into her spot and put the pillows on the bed and nestled in. It was nearly three in the morning now. She closed her eyes and waited to feel the pressure on the bed next to her, but it never came. She saw the lights flicker off in the bathroom and after a second and the sound of stumbling, she opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling. She shook her heard. He is IMPOSSIBLE! She screamed in her own head. She took a deep breath and sighed before she calmly, but loudly declared.
"Drakken, you better not be sleeping in there," said Shego, and in a matter of seconds he was climbing into bed with another pillow, "Those better not be for another wall."
"No," scoffed Drakken, but Shego saw him toss most on the floor and lay down, but he tossed two in between them casually, "It's just two."
"Mmmhmm," said Shego and she closed her eyes, drifting off, until a thought occurred to her, "Hey Dr. D?"
"Hmm?" asked Drakken, she looked at the back of his head.
"Who was the last person you shared a bed with?" asked Shego, Drakken sighed and turned around to face her.
"Hermes. College," said Drakken, Shego smirked and raised a brow, "Nothing happened... that night."
"Eventually you and I need to swap stories," chuckled Shego, she thought about it, "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
"I thought we were supposed to be going to sleep?" asked Drakken, but she saw the smirk ghost his face, she shrugged.
"Well?" asked Shego, "Maybe it will make it less.. awkward for you?"
"Doubtful, but fine," said Drakken as he shifted around to face her, "Where' to begin?"
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