Shego snuck a look at the clock. 8:58. Kimmie had gone to sleep before 9 again. As her gaze drifted upon the face of the sleeping redhead, Shego tried to recollect just how many days had passed since that morning. It had to have been at least a week, but with Kim's tediously unprogressive days consisting of going to sleep before 9, waking up past noon, and spending every conscious minute eating and sobbing over movies on the lifetime channel, it was practically impossible to separate one day from the next. And with that girl; what was her name? Started with an M... Anyway, with Kimmie's roommate spending another two weeks visiting family, Shego had been roped into spending the past week comforting the girl...or at least halfheartedly attempting to. Shego pulled a pack of cigs from her bag. The raven haired villainess' nails were down to stubs from all the filing she'd been doing lately. She had to get out before she went crazy herself.
Shego snuck out of the apartment, lighting up a cigarette as she stepped into the cool night air. Maybe she'd jog over to a convenience store or something and pick up an Advil. The way her head was throbbing was worse than any hangover; but the thought was negated as soon as she remembered the fact that she was wanted in more countries than she could keep track of; and one of them was definitely the US.
As Shego leaned up against the apartment's dumpster & exhaled smoke, the gears in the criminal's head started to turn. This blowed, but the operation was going as planned, wasn't it? As long as she could calm Princess down long enough to get her out of the house, everything would work out, right? But something was bothering Shego. Had she simply been in the right place at the right time; had Kim really been that unhappy with her engagement that she'd jump at the first chance to hook up with someone who wasn't the sidekick? Or did she secretly have feelings for her enemy; feelings that just needed a push from Shego's direction for Kim to take action? The villainess breathed out a puff of smoke. Couldn't be. Shego had always believed Kimmie was as completely straight as she wasn't, but she'd messed with the girl enough just to make sure. A smile slid up Shego's face. That date she'd crashed with Josh What's‐His‐Name had been awkward enough, but kidnapping Kimmie's synthodrome boyfriend had ended the debate. She couldn't help but feel at twinge of guilt looking back. The look in the girl's eyes when she found out she'd been deceived… it had been painful to watch, even for Shego.
But above all, there had been an even more important question that Shego was dying to find an answer to. The plan was one she'd never imagined Dr. D could come up with, so how had he known it would work? Had he seen something between her and Kim that Shego herself hadn't? It almost scared her when she tried to read into it. The plan was for Kim to fall for the villain, and for Shego to pretend to reciprocate the feelings, but was everything Shego had said pretend? She hated to admit it, but some nights she'd stayed awake playing the day's fight over in her head, wondering what it was that made the redhead tick. She couldn't deny the spark she felt when she fought the girl; the feeling she only got when they were in combat: a tingling that energized Shego's whole body, giving her the feeling that the only time she was alive was when she battled this one opponent. When she'd heard of Kim's engagement, the reaction she had tried to cover up had been her own. But maybe that was just because for once she had an equal, if not stronger, rival than herself. One who didn't need green plasma to fight a more experienced opponent. It had to be. Any feelings Shego had towards the college age superhero would have to be extinguished, because If Dr. D's craziest assignment went as planned, by next week she'd never see Kimmie again.