Sunday came and went, but Shego managed to get seven different logos done.

By the time she got to the office on Monday, she found a post-it note on her desk. "We need to talk. -B"

She heard Shego's soft knock on the door. "Come in."

Her graphic designer hesitantly entered the office before asking, "What's up?" with a straight face.

"Shego, sit." The pale woman sat. "I'm more than certain you will take this the wrong way, but I need you to understand that you cannot let your relationship with Miss Possible to affect your work."

Shego's face remained impassive. Strange, she thought, I figured she would at least deny the relationship.

"Shego, I've known you since college... I know you have an amazing work ethic but..."

"... But when matters of the heart are involved, I simply screw things up, right?" finished Shego.

"It wasn't your fault." She rubbed her temples. She did not want to have this talk here, especially since Will could probably hear every word being exchanged in her small office.

"Since when is anything not my fault?" Shego raised her voice slightly. She had expected this talk from Betty, but not like this. She didn't want to be reminded of the past.

Betty took Shego's hands in hers and looked at her friend in the eye. "Look, I didn't mean for this conversation to remind you of the past. All I wanted to do is to tell you to be careful. I don't want you getting hurt."

"You say that because you genuinely care about the business, not me."

"Shego," Betty tightened her grip on Shego's hands, "you are the business. Without you, Will and I would be nothing. You're the star of all this."

"You could hire someone else if I screw things up."

"But they wouldn't be you. Don't you get it? I care about you, I do. Sometimes I'm not good at showing it, but you're a friend I would never ever want to lose. Sure, I'm a bitch most of the time, but remember our college days? The days where I'd be so reckless and you'd always drag my sorry ass back home because you cared? Well, I'm just returning the favour."

"You returned the favour already by giving me a job after I left Go City. That's plenty enough since I had nothing after what happened." Shego tried pulling away but Betty wouldn't let go.

"Shego, you listen to me, you did more than just make sure that I got home after many nights' worth of partying. You cared about my well-being, unlike the rest of my family. Hell, I could even say you're family by this point. All the things I've done for you since you moved here cannot compare to those times you got me out of the bar... I wouldn't know what would have happened to me if I didn't stop drinking and partying. You set me straight. And now I want to make sure you don't get hurt... again."

Shego sighed and stared down at her hands. "It's kind of hard to make that guarantee. I like her a lot, Betty."

Betty eased her grip. "I know you do, but you do know of her reputation?"

"What happened in the past stays in the past. That's what I told her. I don't want to know - I'll only just judge her and I don't want that. A relationship is built on trust, Betty. I don't want to be skeptical..."

"It's worth reading, though. She got a lot of bad press from people who have power in this city..."

Shego held up a hand. "I don't want to hear it. If she's comfortable with sharing, then I'll find everything out." She paused and added, "From her."

Betty sighed. "Just looking out for you, that's all."

"I know." Shego got up. "I'm heading over to the Middleton Daily at 2 o'clock. I've already sent you a copy of the designs." She headed for the door before looking back and softly saying, "Thanks, Bets, you're a true friend."

Betty slumped back in her chair. This wasn't how she wanted their talk to be, but Shego understood her point: don't get too close to the flames, or else you'll be burned.

Author's Notes: Apologies for the delay, been busy with school.

Chapter title is from "Love, Where Is Your Fire?" by Brooke Fraser.