Author's Notes: As always, italicized text denotes active thought. I would like to thank my beta reader, ghostwhiter, for looking this over and suggesting needed changes. I would also like to thank those of you who left a review, you know who you are. And lastly, I'd like to thank Zaratan for letting me use Shego's background from his story "Ascent and Descent". If you haven't checked it out yet you should go do so. Now on with the story!

Shego stalked the hallways of the hover lair, scowling at all those who crossed her path. It was Saturday and she was still grumpy about having to spend her Friday night singing karaoke with Dr. Drakken. Not that she didn't like him; he was more like a father to him than anyone she could remember since the car accident. Hell, he was more of a father figure than her brother Hego was, with him constantly spouting off his hero rhetoric as 'fatherly' advice. She walked into the main lab to see Dr. Drakken leaning over the satellite he was working on, modifying it to receive the 'snoozulator' enhancement. Several henchmen stood around the room, guarding or performing other menial tasks. She paid them no attention.

"Hey Dr. D., what's up?" she asked, watching him work.

"Errr, these soldering connections are a pain Shego. Can you hand me my spectacles?" Dr. Drakken asked, squinting into the magnifying glass. Shego handed him the glasses he recently had to get for reading and fine work. She looked at his hair, noticing the silver hair taking over, more prominent than when she had started working for him three years ago. "By the way Shego, you have mail on the table over there," he pointed to the console where he had a small stack of letters placed.

Shego walked over and picked up the stack as one of the new henchmen shot a nervous look her way. Another one chuckled at his compatriot's apprehension. Shego rolled her eyes as she picked up the blue envelope. It didn't even have a stamp on it. She opened it. "When will they ever learn? I'm not interested in goons." She let a look of surprise come over her face as she placed her fingertips over her heart. A sigh escaped her plush lips. "Who is Bob R.?" she whispered.

The nervous henchman looked up hopefully. "Ah, I am Miss Shego," he stammered.

Shego lifted her hand gracefully and blasted him off of his feet with a bolt of plasma. "You misspelled beautiful you moron!" she said, scowling at him as he tried to struggle to his feet, dazed. "Get him out of here," she ordered the portly henchman near him. He rushed to obey, dragging the henchman out of the main room. Shego threw the card in the wastebasket and opened the next one. It was from Motor Ed. She scanned it quickly.

"You are finer than a cherry red, 8.4 liter, 600HP, v10 Dodge Viper with nitrous and a turbonic charger valve. Be mine and I will take you on the ride of your life." It was signed, "Motor Ed".

She rolled her eyes at this one as well. "When will your idiot of a cousin take the hint that I'm not interested?" she asked, scowling at her blue skinned employer.

"Eddie? He is quite taken with you. In fact he said he'd be stopping over later to drop off a special gift for you."

"Great, the highlight of my Valentine's Day. My very own grease monkey stalker." The card from Motor Ed joined the one from the henchman in the trash bin. She tore open her last letter. It was another Valentine. "At least it isn't a bill," she thought as she read through the card.

"I never really knew you,

You were just another foe.

But what a different person,

You have decided to show.

You tended to my injuries,

As gently as a lamb.

Though it was your elbow,

That into my head did slam.

We cannot change the past,

Or how that fight did end.

I only hope it's not too late,

For me to be your friend."

It was signed, "Ron."

Shego's cheeks flushed as she read the Valentine. Dr. Drakken looked on in surprise. "She's blushing? She hates receiving Valentines." "Who is that one from Shego?"

"Oh, no one important Dr. D." "You can't even remember his name most of the time."

One of the henchmen peeked into the laboratory as Shego tucked away the Valentine. "Umm, Dr. Drakken… There is a man circling the cornfield around us in a pickup truck."

"Ah, that must be Ed," Dr. Drakken stated straightening up from his work. He peered over at the console and tapped a few buttons, bringing up the security camera. "Indeed it is. Send out someone to get him." The henchman scurried to obey.

"Great, let the torture commence," Shego commented, her features darkening in displeasure. Shego turned to the security cameras, flipping to the one on the lower bay where they parked the vehicles. The bottom door to the hoverlair lowered and a supped up pickup truck roared into the lower storage room. The brakes squawked as he slid to a stop, jostling the tarp covering the cargo in the back. Motor Ed jumped out of the pickup truck with his trademark yowl and played the air guitar as he dropped to his knees. He got up and grabbed some flowers out of the front seat of the truck and checked his mullet in the side mirror. Shego rolled her eyes and turned away from the screen scowling. Dr. Drakken continued puttering with the satellite as Motor Ed's stomping footsteps could be heard coming towards the laboratory.

"Ahhhhhh YEAH!" he yelled/sang as he burst into the room. He looked around spotting Shego. "There's my favorite black haired babe!" He began stomping towards her.

Shego lit up her plasma, preparing to hurtle it at the psycho-mechanic.

"With her green magic, seriously!" Ed stated, slowing down a little.

"Not around the snoozulator Shego!" Dr. Drakken pleaded.

Shego growled and let the plasma go out. "Fine, but I'm not putting up with this again this year," she threatened in a low voice that made Dr. Drakken cringe.

Motor Ed stuck the flowers out to her, unfazed.

She snatched the flowers away from him and gave him an evil grin. "Let me just find a basket for these." She walked over to the wastebasket and dropped them in, turning towards the doorway.

"So you're not a flowers type babe? That's OK. I made you something." Motor Ed cooed to her.

"Is it cybertronic?" Dr. Drakken asked eagerly. Motor Ed was a raving lunatic at times, but he was a genius at engineering and mechanical design.

Motor Ed folded his arms and turned to Dr. Drakken with a grin. "Chill blue bro. It's not cybertronic, but it is tricked out, seriously."

Shego looked at Dr. Drakken's hopeful eyes. He loved seeing the vehicles that Ed designed ever since the 'Dumbvee" incident. "Whatever, I'll take a look."

Dr. Drakken clasped his hands together excitedly and rushed to the elevator. Shego went next, followed by Motor Ed 'taking in the view'. The elevator descended to the lower bay and they walked to Ed's pickup truck. He hopped up on the side of the pickup truck and grabbed a hold of the tarp. He paused for a moment to build anticipation.

"Oh just get on with it!" Shego snapped at him. He yanked the tarp off to reveal a motorcycle. It was a crotch rocket with highly polished chrome accents, painted green and black to match Shego's jumpsuit. "Wow, it's a lot better than the box of chocolates that he gave me last year," She thought.

"Ouuuuu!" Dr. Drakken said, obviously impressed with the bike. "That's really nice."

"It is nice," Shego was forced to agree, the look of disdain temporarily replaced by surprise on her face.

"Black and green, just like your battle suit Shego. How does she ride Eddie?" Dr. Drakken asked.

"I don't know, but I sure wanna find out," Motor Ed stated with a grin, looking directly at Shego. "Seriously."

"Oh, you son of a bitch," Shego thought with a growl. She forced a sweet smile on her face, "Well I'm going to find out. You unload it, I'm going to get my helmet." She left to go to her room.

Ron sat in Felix's living room playing Zombie Mayhem III.

"Aw man! Not again!" he stated as Felix beat him in another level of zombie splattering adventure. "You have the mad moves my friend!"

"Thanks Ron. Hey you sure you don't want to try and catch a date tonight? I saw the stack of Valentines you pulled out of your locker at school on Friday. I'm sure you could get someone to double with Justine and I." Felix grinned at his friend, setting down his controller for Rufus to take over. Rufus happily tapped the buttons, annihilating a zombie.

"Naw, a couple of them were anonymous, and a lot were from girls that are just friends, like the cheerleading squad," Ron said sheepishly. He had received a lot more than normal. He got a couple every year, but not like this year. There was the one he always got from Kim telling him how special their friendship was to her. He had gotten several anonymous ones and a few signed ones including one from Penny. None were as blatant as the one he got from Bonnie though. She didn't sign it, but he had a strong feeling that she wrote it. It read:

"I know you don't play sports,

so I'll make this very clear.

The food chain wouldn't matter,

if I could only have you near.

Why don't you just ask me,

to dinner Saturday?

Because you'll never score,

if you don't make a play."

It was signed, "B"

"I should get going though Felix. You need to get ready for your date!" Ron stated with forced happiness. "The only girl I want is probably clinging to Erik's arm right now."

"He is so hung up on Kim. I don't know how to help.." Felix thought to himself. "Well, try not to have too much fun then tonight," Felix said jokingly to his friend.

"My parents are going on a 'weekend honeymoon' so I got the house to myself. I'm going to practice mashing zombies all night long so I can own you when next we meet to battle!" Ron said holding the controller aloft. "Aww man! Not you too Rufus!"

"Ta dah!" Rufus exclaimed as he beat the level just before Ron did.

"No fair! I was distracted!" argued Ron as the mole rat gloated, doing a little victory dance. He put away the controller and Rufus skittered into his pocket, sensing his pet boy's intentions to leave. "Thanks for having me over Mrs. Renton!" Ron hollered at the kitchen.

"Any time Ronald," Felix's Mom answered.

"See ya later Ron!" Felix said as he hovered up in his chair heading for the stairs to his room.

"Later buddy!" Ron replied leaving to go home for the night.

Motor Ed looked on appreciatively as Shego came back from the elevator a little while later. She looked like she had done herself up a little bit, running a brush through her luxurious hair and putting on just a bit of makeup. She had her normal jumpsuit on, with her green leather jacket over it. A backpack was slung over her shoulders and she had her helmet tucked under her arm.

"Here you go baby. Seriously, it's yours," Motor Ed cooed as Shego approached. He held one of the handlebars as she got on. She fired it up and listened to the purr of the engine.

"Sounds great." She checked the fuel gauge, it read full. "Perfect."

"You like it babe?" Ed asked leaning in close, already knowing the answer.

"Yep. It's almost worth having to put up with you calling me babe," Shego said as she lit up her plasma. She lashed out with a right cross, sending him crashing into the side of his pickup, stunned. "Almost. Maybe next year motorhead." She grinned wickedly as she revved the engine and tore out of the hoverlair into the crisp February night.

Motor Ed struggled to his feet with a scowl on his face. He watched the tail lights disappear into the distance. "That is really messed up dude, seriously."

"I told you last year Eddie, she's not interested," Dr. Drakken stated with just a bit of a smirk. He headed towards the elevator to go back to the lab.

"She's just playing hard to get cousin. Seriously." Motor Ed pulled out a GPS unit and checked the screen; the green dot was going up the entrance ramp to a nearby highway, to Middleton. "I gotta go cousin," Ed said as he put away the GPS unit, "Seriously."

"Don't do anything rash now Eddie," Dr. Drakken said with a bit of ice in his throat.

Ed just looked up and grunted in response. He slammed the tailgate of his truck shut and hopped in. The engine roared to life and he jammed it into gear, whipping a doughnut and heading towards Middleton.

Ron finished his exercises and meditation as prescribed by Yori. He was feeling restless and couldn't concentrate, he kept thinking of Kim and Erik on their date, holding hands, kissing, doing dating things. He rose to his feet, "I have to work off some energy." He left his room and headed down to the basement. There was a small gym down there, recently dusted off when Yori visited. It was nothing special, just a thin mat, some weights, and a punching bag. Ron had already done his weight training for the day so he started working the bag. He circled, throwing kicks and punches before clinching up with the bag and hitting it with knees and elbows.

Shego pulled up on the hill a block over from her target. She took out the envelope from the Valentine Ron gave her and double-checked the return address. The house below her was a quaint two-story home, indistinguishable from many of the others that lined the street at the bottom of the hill. She grabbed her backpack and pulled out a pair of thermo binoculars. She scanned the house and smiled as she say one human outline darting back and forth. She tried to make out what he was doing, but to not avail. She scanned the driveway and saw that the cars weren't there. "Hopefully they will be gone for a while, debt or not I don't think they'd take kindly to me being there."

Shego coasted down the hill and silently rolled the motorcycle into the driveway. She set the kickstand and hung her helmet on the handlebar, shaking out her hair. With a devilish grin she snuck around the back of the house and peered into the basement window. She shivered as she watched Ron working the bag for a little bit before she realized just how cold she was. She went back around front and rung the doorbell.

Ron heard the doorbell and gave the bag a few final kicks. He jogged up the steps and made his way to the front room. "I wonder who that is? I sure hope it's not Bonnie come to berate me for not asking her out. Nah, I don't think she'd do that, she'd just pretend like she never sent me the Valentine. Better for her image that way."

"What is taking him so long?" Shego thought with a frown.

Ron opened the door and jumped a little, startled by who he saw on his stoop. "Shego!" "Oh crap! I shouldn't have sent her that Valentine, she's going to kill me," he thought, seeing the frown on her face.

"Hey Stoppable, you going to let me in? It's freezing out here." She crossed her arms, trying not to shiver.

"Oh, yeah, come in." Ron stepped aside letting her walk into the living room. He closed the door, noticing the motorcycle parked in the driveway. "You rode a motorcycle over here in this weather!?"

"Yeah, well, it was convenient," she stated with a shrug. "It's a good thing you didn't have plans tonight, I've come to collect on my debt." She removed her coat, "It's holding in more cold than warmth anyways," she thought.

"How did you know I didn't have plans?" Ron asked.

"Doy. You're sweating and dressed in a gi. Not exactly dating attire." She stated, raising her eyebrows.

He took her coat and hung it up. "Oh, yeah. What are you hungry for? Perhaps I can start you off with a hot chocolate. You must be cold from your ride," he stated sheepishly, pretending not to notice her slight shivering.

"That would be a nice starter. Then you can cook the dishes you mentioned when you were on the hoverlair, if you have the ingredients."

Ron turned to walk to the kitchen, Shego followed. "The shrimp alla griglia and Grandma Possible's chocolate cake?" he asked.

"Yep." Shego nodded and sat at the kitchen table as Ron washed his hands and started some water heating. He checked the cupboards and refrigerator to make sure he had all the ingredients and smiled in satisfaction.

"I have everything I need. You're not allergic to anything are you?" he asked.

"Just redheads," she muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" Ron asked.

" I said no food allergies."

Ron stirred the hot chocolate and set it in front of Shego. "It isn't much of a first course, but it will help warm you up." He turned and began pulling ingredients out of various places and setting them on the counter.

Can I help with anything?" Shego asked.

"Not this time Shego. I said I owed you dinner, I should make it."

"Not this time? He'd be willing to do it again? After all I've done to them?" "So what have you been up to that you're dressed in a gi?" she asked, feigning curiosity.

"I've been practicing a little bit. I used to hate to but it's been helping me unwind lately when I have too much going through my mind."

"Princess making you practice for the missions?" Shego asked, trying to keep the venom out of her voice as she mentioned Kim's pet name.

Ron stiffened up for a moment, "Relax Mad Dog, she's trying." "No, I decided to do it on my own. I want to be more useful during the missions. As Mr. Dr. P. says, anything is possible for a Possible and that includes getting in over your head. I will be there for her when she does." He realized he had stopped chopping ingredients and had his serious face on. He replaced the scowl with a grin and continued chopping. "How about you Shego? What have you been up to lately?"

"I'm not going to give away Dr. D.'s plans that easy sport," Shego said with a grin. At least it isn't anything as stupid as the army of robotic Poodles."

"I don't remember that mission," Ron said as he set a pan on the stove to simmer.

"You wouldn't, you didn't have to stop that one. Remember when Dr. D. was 'laying low' last summer?"

Ron nodded, adding some seasoning and shaking the pan.

"Well he used Commodore Puddles' personality as a baseline for the robots AI. I swear half the henchmen quit and the rest have scars on their ankles. The robots also chewed half the lair up, including several sets of doomsday plans." Shego sat back and chuckled.

"Why didn't he tell them to shut down?" Ron asked, busily cooking at the same time.

"He tried but Commodore Puddles doesn't listen to him either, how did he expect they would! He started yelling and they all bolted and hid, chewing up wiring and furniture in frustration."

"You thought he would have learned from the Bebes," Ron stated, shaking his head. "That man can not build a robot."

"Alright, now you tell one," Shego said.

"I don't know." Ron said apprehensively.

"Oh, come on. I did," Shego chided, staring at him expectantly.

"That look on her is almost as powerful as the 'puppy dog pout." "Well…. There was this one time…" Ron began.

Motor Ed sat in the pickup truck griping the steering wheel tightly. A scowl lay plain on his face as he eyed the green and black motorcycle in the driveway. His knuckles were white from the force he was exerting on the wheel and the cold that was creeping into the cab. He had been sitting there for quite some time watching the shapes behind the window, guessing what was going on. He was in a quandary as to whether he should just break in the door and start tearing things up or wait until after she left. The bitch had spit on him for the last time; he was through with her. "How could you pick that runt over me?" he thought to himself. "We'll see how happy you are about it when I snap him like a skinny twig. Nobody treats Motor Ed like that and gets away with it, seriously."

The rest of the dinner went well as they reminisced and laughed about the strange predicaments they sometime found themselves in. Ron popped the cake in the oven and piled the dishes in the sink to do later. "It'll be about 45 minutes before the cake is done."

Shego sat back with a coy grin on her face, "As long as we have the time, are you going to tell me what's been eating you lately?"

Ron looked a bit puzzled. "Huh? I'm doing alright. School's going good, my training is coming along, what's not alright?"

"Well maybe the fact that you have started to glow blue?" she asked, nonchalantly.

Ron stiffened up as the, fortunately empty, mixing bowl clattered to the floor. He quickly composed himself, picking it up and depositing it into the sink before grabbing a towel to wipe up the small bit of splatter from the leftover batter. "I don't know what you mean Shego."

"Oh come on Stoppable," Shego said, rolling her eyes. "You were glowing like a light bulb when we were hit with that blast as the gravatromic ray exploded." She looked at him with a sly grin, "baby blue is a nice color on you I might add."

Ron blushed and pulled at his collar a little, he knew the jig was up with her. "I guess that could be kinda… distracting."

Shego snorted, "like I don't know it? I was younger than you are when I developed my green glow. I've just got to know, where did you get your power from? What is it?"

"I can't really say," Ron said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Can't or won't?" Shego quipped, slightly annoyed.

"Both, I made a promise not to," Ron said sadly.

"Come on sport, you tell me about yours and I will tell you about mine," Shego said slyly.

"Sorry Shego, no can do. Besides Hego already told me all about it."

"That's not really fair is it?" she said with a slight frown. "Well, what else do you want to know, there has to be something?"

Ron thought long and hard for a moment. It was almost too much to hold it back from her with her just looking at him expectantly. An idea popped into his mind and he decided to go with it. "This breaks the 'talking about your past' rule, but you asked." He paused, "you tell me why you went villain and I'll tell you all about it, everything."

Shego paused for a moment, a frown coming across her face, "No dice kiddo, I don't need to know that badly."

They sat for several moments in silence, trying not to look at each other. "Maybe I went a bit too far, asking about her past when she asked me not to." Ron finally spoke up, "Is there anything you wanted to do until the cake is done? I think Agony County is coming on in a few minutes."

"You watch Agony County?" Shego asked, surprised.

"Only to stay current," Ron replied, a little embarrassed.

"Why not." Shego stated with a shrug.

Ron led her back to the living room and turned on the TV. They sat at opposite ends of the couch and watched the show together, surprising each other as they laughed and groaned at the same time during the same scenes. Ron checked on the cake and pulled it out during a commercial. He frosted it on the next on and brought her a slice and a glass of milk. Shego shivered slightly, his parents kept the house at 67 degrees and she was still a little chilled from the ride over. Without a word Ron set down the milk and cake and grabbed a small blanket out of a nearby cedar chest. He shook it out and draped it over her. She curled up in the corner of the couch and pulled the blanket around her, enjoying the warmth. The cake was delicious and she had to consciously force herself not to moan as she tasted it. She enjoyed his quiet company. She just felt as if she didn't have to worry about being judged by him, she could let go a little around him. As the show ended she glanced over at him, his eyes were drooping and it was getting late.

"Thanks for the dinner Sport, consider your debt paid," Shego stated, getting up from the couch and stretching.

"Wow she looks good when she does that!" Ron thought, his eyes snapping alert again. "Oh, OK. You're sure that you'll be all right driving on the motorcycle? It's a bit colder now than it was when you came over."

"I'll be fine Stoppable," she stated. She grabbed her helmet as he got her coat for her.

"Goodnight Shego."

"Yeah, goodnight Stoppable."

Motor Ed watched the motorcycle's taillights leave the driveway and speed off into the night. "That scrawny twig stole my Valentine's Day date. He is going to pay, seriously." He hopped out of the truck and reached into the bed of the pickup truck, grabbing out a pipe wrench. He walked down the hill through Ron's neighbor's yard up to the Stoppable residence's front door. He reared back and prepared to open the door with his size 14 skeleton key.

Shego sped through the darkened road thinking about how the night had gone. Something caught her eye as it reflected off of the road. She glanced down and saw the faint flicker of a LED flashing, tucked up underneath the instrument panel. She pulled off of the side of the road and took a closer look. "A GPS chip? Oh, when I get a hold of Ed.." She ripped the tracking chip free of the bike. "Crap, he knows I was at Ron's house!" She whipped the motorcycle around. Motor Ed knew better than to try to square off against her in a fight, but Ron was another story.

Ron was gathering up the dishes, quite pleased with how well dinner had gone. "It's sure going to be awkwierd fighting against her on missions now," he thought. He pondered that for a moment before he was pulled out of his reverie by the sound of the front door crashing inward. "What the hell?" he thought, rushing into the living room.

Motor Ed stood angrily just inside of the entryway to the house, a pipe wrench held menacingly in his hand. "You're going down stick boy," he growled at Ron.

Ron's face hardened as he assessed the situation. "Eh, monkey wrench.." He thought about running, but this was his home. No villain had ever had the audacity to attack Kim or him in their homes, with the exception of Dr. Drakken's various robots. He shifted into a defensive stance, glancing around for something he could use to defend himself from the weapon Motor Ed was wielding. He snatched up the blanket Shego had been using as Ed rushed in swinging. Ron leapt over the couch and spun around, facing Ed.

"You're going to fight me with a blanket? Seriously?" Motor Ed asked with an evil chuckle.

"I'll put it down if you put the wrench down," Ron stated, his voice devoid of any humor.

"Seriously dude, that's not going to happen. At least not until I put it through your face, seriously." He reached down and grabbed the edge of the couch and swept it aside.

Ron took his opportunity and launched a kick at his head, staggering him a little. "Shego wasn't kidding. He can take a punch," Ron thought. Motor Ed touched his hand to his face where his eye was already starting to swell. With a feral grunt he swung the wrench at Ron. Ron crouched and felt the wind of Ed's swing rustle his hair. He sprung up and blocked the back swing with his foot, knocking the wrench loose. Ed shook his sore hand out as Ron jumped and kicked him in the same spot on the side of his head. Ron's head bounced of the ceiling as his foot crashed into Motor Ed's head, nearly causing him to black out. "Ugh, lower ceilings than a lair," Ron thought as Ed crashed into the entertainment center, crushing it as Ron fell to the floor, also stunned. Ed rose just a bit faster than Ron and hit him with a jab and right hook as Ron stood, sending him careening over the couch.

"Better grab your blankie little man, it's time to go nite-nite. Seriously," Ed said as he bent down, looking for the wrench to finish the job. He picked it up as Ron stood up, holding his blanket.

Ron breathed in and drew his power to him as Ed swung the wrench down at his head. Ron's eyes glowed the faintest of blue as he pulled the blanket tightly between his two hands and caught the wrench with it. He looped the blanket around the wrench and, using the momentum of Ed's swing, twisted and threw him through the picture window into the front yard.

Ed lay on the grass, bleeding from dozens of cuts from the shattered glass, not to mention the gash Ron's kick had opened up on his forehead. His eyes grew wide as he saw Ron leap through the now empty window frame and land lightly on the front lawn. Ron's footsteps crunched as he stepped over the broken glass stopping next to Ed as he groggily rose to his hands and knees. He raised his hand to fend Ron off but Ron shoved it away and threw a hard punch to his jaw. Motor Ed dropped to the ground unconscious.

Shego stopped the bike at the top of the hill a good distance away from Ron's house and looked upon the scene below her in surprise. Ron was tying Motor Ed's hands behind his back with his belt. She saw the blue and red lights approaching the house as Ron's neighbors stood in the street, gawking at the sight in front of them. Ron stood up and brushed off his hands, looking quite the hero. His pants, devoid of belt, promptly dropped to his ankles and gave everyone a view of his fearless ferret boxer shorts. Shego grinned as he pulled them back up. She turned the bike back around and headed back to the hoverlair.