A/N: Today we learn a little about Hermes and Pandora (the children of Sweet-or-Sarcastic and myself).
Bedtime Stories Part 2
"It's not much of a story, you know," said Drakken, Shego pulled the pillow under the chin, "We met when I needed a lab and the only one still open was the Geology one, mostly because Hermes was categorizing all the latest ones... again."
"Nerd," said Shego with a smirk, "Both of you, burning the candle at both ends tinkering in labs. Not much changed, then. Working on the BeeBees?"
"You know, that's not really the point of the question you asked," said Drakken with an eye roll, but he smirked, "Anyways, turns out he had the keys to the lab, so he'd let me use it when I couldn't use the one in my department."
"I swear if that's your benefits I am horribly disappointed," said Shego with a dramatic sigh, Drakken threw a spare pillow at her, it went over her head, "Terrible aim. Almost as bad as your story telling."
"As I was getting too it. I'd been spending a lot of time in his dorm studying. At that current time, I believed my room was haunted. Courtesy of my supposed friends and their prank antics. Normally I'd just wait until my room-mate was asleep and sneak back in. A few times I crashed in Hermes room, because it was just easier. One night we decided to try some Hash brownies we'd jacked... I'd jacked from Possible," shrugged Drakken, "Like he'd miss them."
"Oh, Kimmy's Dad was a stoner," laughed Shego, Drakken made a hand waving gesture that implied not as much as most.
"Anyways, neither of us had tried them, so we figured. It might make studying interesting," said Drakken, Shego smirked.
"It made something interesting," smirked Shego, Drakken nudged her with his foot and rolled his eyes.
"Back on topic. It got late one night, and he asked if I just wanted to crash there in his bed," said Drakken with a shrug, "Wasn't unusual, things transpired. It was just a casual thing that went on a few months and then I dropped out."
"...Oh, I want more than that," said Shego with a scoff, "I already knew that. I want more details, come on, spill. Who kissed who?"
"Okay, fine," said Drakken, he felt a little agitated, "Yours better be good."
October, 1984
"Isn't your roommate going to wig when he see's you've swiped his stash?" asked a young man with dark hair and a flannel shirt.
"No big, James has a mundo stash, totally not going to miss a few hash-brownies," snorted Drew, as he tossed his jacket over the chair and pulled out a few wrapped brownies, "Let's get this study session started, Jasper."
"I know I said it would be real bangin' to try," said Jasper as he unwrapped it, "Didn't think you'd have it an hour later."
"I just hope it isn't bootleg," said Drew as he grabbed his books and flopped on Jasper's bed in his normal spot against the wall, "Doubt there any good, he can barley make cocoa moo properly... do you still have any?"
"You know it," smirked Jasper as he moved the curtain away from his non-regulated mini-fridge and pulled out a jug of what was once just milk.
A short while later and it was clear by the lack of actual studying and snorts of laughter and the final bar of brownie, perhaps the idea had gone awry. Drew was attempting to read his book on coding, but was having more amusement in Jasper trying to sing to the radio as Jump On It by the Sugarhill Gang played on his Cadillac novelty radio on his desk, his head resting on Drew's knee. Jasper reached back towards him and pointed to the brownie as he continued to sing horribly. Not because he couldn't sing, the two went to karaoke once in a while, no because he wasn't even singing the right song to the lyrics.
"What time is it?" asked Jasper after a few minutes and Drew gave him the brownie he'd been groping for, "I feel like I should be asleep."
"One in the morning," said Drew, he sighed, but felt content, his mind for once wasn't racing with plans, ideas, his projects, and the hundred other things that swam on a daily basis, he might actually be able to sleep.
He'd been wrong, the calming nature of the brownies had worn off and the ideas were scrambling and his lists were running rapid. He'd hoped not to wake Jasper on the other side of the bed as he sketched out an idea that he wasn't quite sure of. But if he could figure out the hydro-licks and the energy issues, it might work. He looked at the clock, what he wanted was sleep. But if he got it out of his head, it would buy him a few more hours of rest. Apparently the brownies had not done the trick as James had once suggested. He hoped his bots he was working on would impress his friends. They acted like he was was crazy... maybe he was. He felt the bed shift and looked to the other-side where Jasper had woke up.
"Drew, it's three in the morning," said Jasper, Drew continued sketching but shrugged, he didn't want to see the normal eye-roll he got from his roommate when ever he'd turn the lamp on, it was silent and then, "Brownies didn't help?
"At first they did," mumbled Drew, he knew he was eventually going to get on Jasper's nerves, especially if he couldn't figure out a way to read in the dark, and there another idea came spinning and Drew growled in frustration as his mind swam in a totally different direction, he scratched his head furiously.
"So you can't sleep?" asked Jasper and Drew felt a wave of frustration.
"No shit, Sherlock," grumbled Drew, he regretted it immediately.
"Fuck you, Watson," scoffed Jasper, he didn't seem as annoyed or agitated as Drew thought he might have been, "Anything that might help?"
"Only if you have a cure for being crazy somewhere in your geology books," muttered Drew, the numbers in his head didn't seem right, and he probably should just ask for keys to the lab so he wasn't disturbing Jasper or his roommate.
"I don't think you're crazy, Drew," said Jasper, he'd slid next to him with a comforting smile, "Your stuff is straight bitchin'... the robots... the laser thing you were drawing. It's the stuff of pulp fiction, but your trying to bring it to life. That's not crazy. That's rad. I wish I had ideas like that."
"No you don't," said Drew, he couldn't begin to describe the lack of sleep and the strange looks it earned.
"You're right," said Jasper, he seemed to think longer than normal, he leaned on Drew's knee to face him, "I much rather hear you tell me about them. I could listen all day. You know what, all those losers who call you crazy... you'll prove them wrong. Because you're brilliant."
Drew felt his face go warm from Jasper's statement. It made the stress and frustration seem to fade, there was no worries of being told to leave or having to find somewhere else to avoid his friends and the lab. It was a relief for once to hear that at least someone didn't find him annoying or crazy. He meant to say thank you, but he didn't say it, instead he kissed him. He pulled back quickly, mentally attempting to convey it was an accident, possibly leaning to grab a pencil. However, he didn't have too make something up because he was yanked by the front of his shirt back into the kiss.
"That's how our casual make-out sessions began," said Drakken with a shrug, Shego was grinning.
"Wait, that's it?" Shego raised a brow, her grin faded, "Are you kidding me?"
"Yes," said Drakken with an eye roll, Shego's expression seemed to egg him on, "it never went any farther than a few make-out sessions when we were both having a crappy day."
"Seriously, that's it, you two never..." Shego wagged her brow, and Drakken's eyes shot open and his face felt hot, but her brows made him give a half snort.
"First of all, never do that, because it just looks like you're attempting to wiggle your nose... and no, I mean there was some other stuff, but no," said Drakken, so far this was not making him less uncomfortable, "Your turn."
"What happened when you dropped out, it just ended. Because that didn't seem casual to me," scoffed Shego, Drakken's brow furrowed.
"It was just casual and well... I just left. He wasn't there, and I really never thought to leave him a note," said Drakken, his mind swam back to the gauntlet's again, "It was just a casual stress-reliever."
"For you maybe, but he was putting the moves on you, Drew," said Shego with an eye-roll, "Seriously. You just up and disappeared?"
"Yeah, well, back to you then," scoffed Drakken, he felt his insides squirm, "Tell me how things ended with Pandora, because she seemed real fond of you."
"Her and I were in a relationship," said Shego, she sighed, "We met my Freshman year in college. It was my actual freedom away from Team Go. Sophomore year she and I were relaxing in her dorm..."
April 1994
Shego's English Literature book was discarded on the desk of Ruby's dorm room. Her excuse for getting away from Go Tower was that she needed to catch up on a class, which wasn't true. She was actually ahead all of her classes and then some. She really just wanted a night to just be.. well her. What she thought she should be anyways, what she saw in magazines. Shego looked at her friend, fighting back the slight jealousy she had for the other girl, her confidence in her leather skirt, fishnets, and boots, the piercings and freedom. Shego shook her head, she was branching out, finally in something that wasn't her uniform or the starched press clothes she normally wore. Coveralls and a cute lace top she's pulled out of Ruby's closet, which she had declared was not her current style. Neither were studying, no they were listening to the greatest hits, and Ruby was painting her toenails for her. Black. The only nail-polish beside ruby that the other girl wore.
"You're lost in your head again," said Ruby without looking up, "You haven't touched your book or sang along with the radio in three minutes. Worried about Go City?"
"No," said Shego, she shook her head, "I mean yes. It's my job to worry about Go..."
"Cut the crap, Shego," said Ruby with a sigh, "How many times do I have to tell you. You don't have to sell the 'Ms. Perfect' act to me. I know that's a load of garbage."
"I care about Go City," glared Shego, she sighed, but Ruby just shrugged and continued painting her nails, calmly.
"You should care more about you," said Ruby, "Your always running out of class to save the city, always making sure everyone's okay.. what about you?"
"What about me?" asked Shego, she yanked up her book, trying not to glare.
"What do you do for you? Sneak away and pretend to study?" asked Ruby, Shego stared at her, "I suppose you have to keep up appearances. You wouldn't even go to that concert with me and the girl's last weekend."
"I like Ozzy... it's just, some of the older people of Go City," said Shego, she shook her head, "I wanted to go, it just wouldn't have come off right. Besides Avarius struck that weekend anyways."
"God, he is such a total loser," said Ruby with a groan, Shego nodded, "I can't believe I used to go to High School with that idiot. He used to wear feather boas and wonder why people shoved him into lockers."
"They really shoved people into lockers?" asked Shego with a raised brow, Ruby shrugged.
"I did," she grumbled, Shego raised a brow, "He threw paint on my feather vest because he believed they'd killed birds to make it... it was fake. I got mad. We're getting off topic here. Why didn't you just go. Do you think the city would panic if you went out for once, Rapunzel."
"Don't call me that," glared Shego, she pulled her painted toes away from Ruby and went back to reading.
"What's the last thing you've done for yourself, and not sneaking away to study or something. I mean. Gone out. Gone dancing. It's your 21st birthday coming up, are we going to go out and have a few drinks?" asked Ruby, there was an air of hope in her voice, she glared as Shego shrugged, "Are you kidding me?"
"Not everyone has the luxury like you to just be whoever they want to be and do whatever they want, Ruby," glared Shego, "I have an image to maintain for the good of the city. I can't just do what I want like you."
"Do what I want... no one gets to do what they want, Shego," sighed Ruby, "What keeps us sane is doing small things to make us happy. The only people who do what they want are villains... and then you stop them. I'm just saying, take a risk. What's something you want to do right now."
Shego glared at her but started to think to herself as she read her book, Ruby went back to painting her own nails now, grabbing her latest magazine. Shego wasn't going to lie to herself, there were times she was resentful of being a hero, sometimes she wanted to just go out, have a good time, flirt with people for no reason, and just... be someone else. She'd hoped college would be her freedom to figure out who she was, but she was barely here. She was out saving the city most days, as if her brother's couldn't handle one weekend, really. Truth was, she'd been geared up to go to the concert, she'd borrowed some of Ruby's clothes, and had done her hair and makeup a bit darker than she normally did. Had made it all the way to the car when the sound rang and Hego had told her they needed to go. She'd gone to help as normal, and they hadn't even needed her. She'd blasted the car when she'd got back. Furious. Hego had started to point out how it would have looked, and she had gone to her room, called Ruby... who lamented the fun night, the music, the stunts, Ruby making out with some mosh pitting girl. Shego had nearly thrown the phone after they'd hung up.
"I was going to go," said Shego quickly, Ruby looked up, "Just so you know."
"Was and Did are two different things," said Ruby, she had a soft look on her face that made Shego's glared fade, "There's more to life then saving the world. Geesh, at this rate in order to keep face their going to start setting you up on dates with people from The Bay."
"Your family is from The Bay," scoffed Shego, she smirked, "If they try that, you just dress up like a guy and get me out of there."
"I wouldn't dress up as a guy, I would wear my most expensive dress, waltz in and just escort you out," said Ruby confidently, she smirked, "I'll full on kiss you if you want, right in front of everyone."
"I'm sure," laughed Shego, she felt her face go warm, it would never happen but it was a fun thought, "Like you did mosh-pit girl."
"Uhg, that was terrible and she was drunk.. No," said Ruby, she looked thoughtful and leaned forward, "More like this."
"R..." Shego didn't get to finish her statement as Ruby's lips gently kissed hers and pulled back, "Ruby? What... what was that?"
"I just.. I just wanted to kiss you," said Ruby, and Shego saw the darkening of her cheeks as she quickly went back to her magazine.
Shego sat there for a few minutes, her lips still tingling. She tried to recall the last time she'd kissed anyone, she cringed, it wasn't pleasant... her heart was still pounding. She tried to clear her thoughts and brush it off like Ruby seemed to have done. She couldn't kiss Ruby. No. She couldn't... she had.. well Ruby had kissed her. She liked Ruby, but not... well she was attractive and... Shego swallowed hard, it wouldn't look right for her image. She spent time with Ruby nearly every day she could tare away from Go Tower, would anyone really question... Shego opened her mouth and then closed it. She watched Ruby flip the magazine again, she could see the darkening of her cheeks still and they way her leg bounced. Shego's hand kept tapping. Would their be any real harm in another kiss? Shego didn't really think passed that point because Ruby made eye contract wit her and they both moved at the same speed and into a frenzied kiss.
"We started dating after that," said Shego casually, a smug looked on her face, she felt her stomach twist, "In secret... because you know. Team Go."
"That's it? You made a big stink about mine," said Drakken, he looked irritated.
"Yeah, well. Know other things happened. All the other things, but I'm not telling you after that lame ass story," scoffed Shego, Drakken hit her with a pillow and she swung it back knocking the lamp off the end table, "Look what you made me do."
"I didn't tell you to tell a half-baked story," scoffed Drakken, she saw the smirk on his face, and the look in his eyes shifted, "That's why it ended, right. You not wanting to sully Team Go's image?"
"... so we're both terrible significant others," said Shego, she rolled her eyes, "No wonder we're single."
"I'd like to think, despite current comments, we're not like that now," said Drakken, but Shego saw him clench his jaw, "When I was wearing the gauntlets I broke Hermes wrist when he was trying to help me get them off because I didn't trust him. I left him there."
"Well, I left Pandora to take the fall for a huge double-crossed gone bad with Anne Possible and police," said Shego quickly, they both looked at each other and sighed, "We're still assholes."
"Looks like it. Okay, what did happen with that by the way?" asked Drakken and Shego's eyes shot open, she'd forgotten to tell him, she sat up.
"Dr. Botox," said Shego quickly, half expecting a confused look, but Drakken's eyes shot open.
"Dr. Botox?" asked Drakken, he sat up as well, "Are you kidding me? No way she's alive."
"He," corrected Shego, Drakken flailed his arms, "Thank god you know who they are. No so, turns out, my old childhood villain knew him and conspired at one point... anyways it's a long story, but I guess. Dr. Botox, who doesn't really look that great, is trying to create something to restore their body. There was a whole thing with Cleopatra, who was part of the plot but didn't know the plot. Misty was there... and Pandora obviously. Turns out my lack of aging made Dr. Botox curious about my DNA..."
"As am I," said Drakken, Shego glared, "I'm not taking your DNA, don't worry."
"Yeah well, turns out, I became the target. Originally it was Mego, but he's so anti-social he turned down an invite to the party," said Shego, "Pandora helped me out, and Dr. Botox fled... how do you know about Dr. Botox? Your uncle?"
"My grandmother," said Drakken, Shego saw a pleasant smile ghost his face, and she leaned on her pillow, "She told me about her... him and their mother. The original Dr. Taxley. Brilliant, but manipulative, dangerous, and just... vile... Dr. Botox didn't fall far from that tree as I hear... you know Eddie and I got into science because of my grandmother."
"Really?" asked Shego, she'd heard Motor Ed mention they got the brains from her, so that made sense.
"Oh yes, she was a brilliant doctor," said Drakken, he shrugged, "My Uncle said she made all sorts of things for modern science, but no one knew because in that time, well a female Doctor. Crazy concept."
"I could imagine," said Shego, Drakken's eyes were alight, something she normally only saw when he was ranting about a scheme or karaoke.
"Dr. Prudence Drake," said Drakken proudly, Shego raised a brow, "Yes, Drakken. Drake. Moving passed that. Well because of the era, tended to... well most of her patients were part of The Company. She ended up trusting Dr. Taxley a little too much and one of their experiments ended that particular field for her... can't practice medicine if you have memory loss you know."
"What was the experiment?" asked Shego, Drakken seemed a lot less chipper but gave a weary smile and pointed to his skin, "The me... genetic thing. It's from her?"
"Yes. Cured it," said Drakken with a shrug, "But a substantial cost. Change of subject... your turn."
"Alright, my turn. How did you get that scar?" asked Shego, her hand moved to reach out for it, but she managed to detour her hand towards another pillow.
"You want to know how I got this?" asked Drakken, his hand tracing it, "It's not anything too exciting..."
"Then elaborate," said Shego with a shrug, she felt devious, she smirked, "Make it exciting, make it dangerous... make it sexy."
"Well I could... what?" asked Drakken, Shego snorted into her pillow at his wide eyes, she knew he was blushing, "Did you say make it sexy? How does one do that? There was nothing remotely.. what?"
"Hey, I was expecting more excitement with that Hermes story. You owe me something sexy and dangerous," said Shego, she was fighting back laughter at his expression, but she focused, "I'm waiting."
"Excuse me, you didn't tell me anything... dangerous or sexy either," said Drakken, he looked more uncomfortable by the second and Shego smirked, "I wouldn't even know how. I was making a robotic Assistant and things went wrong."
"Robotic Assistant you say? Like a BeeBee bot, sex doll thing?" asked Shego, the color vanished from Drakken's face and a pillow was thrown once more, "Was she blonde."
"It was not... and BeeBee, none of them, were sex bots, Shego," snapped Drakken, he was glaring, he slid off the bed, "I'm sleeping in the nest."
"No you're not," scoffed Shego as she yanked him back by the arm and laughed, "Okay, okay I'm done. Scar story and I'll tell you any story you want to hear... in detail."
"I have no way to make it sexy," said Drakken, as he rolled his eyes.
"Make everyone shirtless, working with tools or something," said Shego dismissively, she really just wanted to hear him try and make a horribly elaborate tale now, "Have some random Henchman, none of ours mind you, just be there shirtless."
"Shirtless and working with tools... oh my god... Eddie was right," breathed Drakken with wide eyes.
"Motor Ed right about something... unlikely," said Shego with a head shake, but the devious grin on his face made her curious, "About?"
"You did intentionally not turn on the A/C unit back when we were working on the Doom-V... you have a kink.. oh wait until Eddie finds out you were trying to get him shirtless," snorted Drakken, Shego's eyes shot wide and she felt flustered.
"I... I was not... I do not," said Shego, she could feel her heart in her throat, "Trust you me... no.. I was NOT trying to see Motor Ed shirtless... maybe I like tools... and.. No. Don't you dare.. I was not. Nope!"
"Breath Shego, breath," laughed Drakken, his eyes were wide and he was trying not to laugh, "I was only kidding... but that reaction."
"Scar story now," said Shego, she crossed her arms aggressively and glared, Drakken's smirk made her hands glow and he put up a defensive hand gesture.
"Fine... Fine, calm down," snorted Drakken, her tapped his chin and smirked, "I got it."
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