A\N Hi! UPDATE! Yeah…this is specific kind of chapter, in a way how i wrote it, considering a very strange point of view. I hope it ended up ok.

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Chapter 15

Out of leash

A big MercCo sign caught her eyes. She walked in the building. While going through a long corridor she felt scanners checking every inch of her body. After that she found herself in the lobby, filled with comfy looking armchairs with coffee-tables near it and with a receptionist's booth in a center of the room. Woman behind the desk noticed her and smiled professionally.

"Welcome to the MercCo Lowerton. How can i help you?" receptionist asked.

"Hench sent me here. He told me you were hiring." she walked to the booth.

"Mr. Hench, you say." woman checked something on computer. "Oh yes, yes. He sent us a recommendation letter for you this morning. Miss Shego, right?"

"Yes."

"Please, fill this forms." receptionist printed some papers and handed it to her. "Then hand it back to me."

She took the papers and went toward the nearest armchair. Form was rather simple. Name, gender, contacts, etc. However there was one thing she didn't like in it. Past or current affiliations. Remembering everything since the hero days to villain's sidekick, or even sidekick for hire phase, and writing it down felt dirty and unpleasant now. While filling the rest of the form, she noticed, with a corner of her eyes, a blond guy. He was sitting nearby, with the same papers in hands, and mumbling something.

"Affiliations? What does it means? Damn school words!" he said to himself.

His voice felt really familiar to her. After finishing the form, she turned her head to look at the guy. A bit scrawny body, blond hair, face buried in the papers.

"Maybe i should ask the lady at the booth what it means." he sighed and put the papers on the coffee table, showing his face to her.

"Buffoon?" she finally recognized him.

"Wha-"he turned his head and jumped on a spot from surprise. "Shego?"

"If you here, that means the princess is somewhere near too." she sighed. "Ok, tell her that i'm not here for trouble, just applying for a job. Last time i checked MercCo mercenaries are legal business, at least covered as one."

"Uhm…she's not around." blond boy said carefully. "I'm on my own here. Kim doesn't even know i'm in this town."

"Really?" she was surprised. "What are you doing here anyway?"

"Same as you." he pointed at his papers ."Applying for a job."

"As mercenary?" she raised a brow in amusement.

"Yes."

"Forget it kiddo. Being a merc is not for you."

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" he asked stubbornly.

"Why is that, you asking?" it started to irritate her. "Listen here. Mercenaries aren't the same as sidekicks for cheerleading heroes! You must be ready for any mission you get, whether it be guarding a mafioso or stealing from fat rich bastard. Your ass would be constantly on a frying pan. There won't be any self-destruct buttons to finish the missions, no easy way out, just your skills and the obstacles before you. The only reason for going for a merc as a job is if you don't have another way, like me. Do you understand?"

"I understand." he nodded. "And i'm cool with that. By the way, what does 'affiliations' mean?"

"Argh! Whatever, wanna throw your life away, it's your deal!" she growled. "And write Hero Sidekick there, should be enough."

Feeling slightly irritated, she went toward the booth and handed the paper to receptionist.

"Good." woman looked through papers and put them in a folder. "Your mercenary card will be ready in a week, but you can start the work right now if you want so."

"What do you got?"

"Since you are a newcomer, you only can do missions of Level H." she checked the computer. "Ow, i'm sorry, but all Solo missions of level H are taken. I'm afraid you have to wait until next month to start."

"Shit… You said all Solo missions are out, does that mean that you have non-Solo ones?"

"Well yes, we have several Dual missions of Level H, which requires team of two mercenaries."

"Give it to me, i can handle it alone."

"Protocol requires two mercenaries for Dual mission, no more, no less."

"Fine…"

She was already going to leave, but stopped and looked at the blond buffoon, who was still in that chair, filling the papers.

'What if….' She thought. 'No, no it's a stupid idea…but still…i do need some spare money...'

As buffoon walked to the reception and gave the papers to a woman in a booth, she decided to go for it.

"We are taking that mission." she approached the woman.

"We?" she asked. "You found a partner so fast?"

"Yes." She put her hand on boy's shoulder. "He will work with me."

"I am?" he blinked in confusion.

"Listen here, i need cash, all solo missions are out, help the girl out will ya?"

"Hm….ok, sign me in." he smiled at her.

"Great, kiddo." she smirked back.

Scene change to a backyard of a mansion. She stood before a guy in a hood with half of his face covered by the scarf.

"Gotcha!" she said and her hands covered themselves in green flame with black dots.

"Whoa…" hooded guy croaked. "What a freak show."

"Try to say it after i cut your tongue off and shove it up your ass!" she said though her teeth and jump forward to attack.

Hooded guy dropped something on the ground and a smoke instantly appeared around them. She reacted in a second and rolled out of it to the right. Her eyes were watering from this smoke, but she could see a shape, running away from her. Ball of green flame flew right to the shape, hitting his left leg. She walked toward lying, screaming from a burning pain, body, while wiping her eyes.

"Game over, punk!" she punched his face, hard, knocking him out. "That's one."

She grabbed unconscious body and made her way towards the mansion's main hall. In it, she saw a surprising sight. Blond boy was already there. Near him on the floor laid a man dresses in similar attire as a guy she fought.

"And that's two." she mumbled quietly.

Surroundings changed back to the MercCo lobby. She counted money in her hands and handed the half of it to the blond boy.

"Here is your share of the loot, kiddo."

"Stop calling me Kiddo." he took the money. "I'm 19 if you don't know."

"Still a kid to me." She shrugged off.

"Yeah, whatever." he sighed.

"Anyway, i have a proposal for you."

"Like on a knee with a ring?" he joked.

"Dream on." she scoffed. "Receptionist girl told me that they won't have any solo missions for a while, so i propose we keep the team until it appears."

"Why do i have a feeling that there is some catch to it?" he raised a brow in suspicion.

"Catch is that during our temporary partnership i'm going to scare you out of the mercenary life. Seriously kid, i don't know why you are here, but the sooner you pack the stuff and go back to Middleton the better."

"Or…" a little smug smile appeared on his face. "I'll prove that i can handle it."

"Nah, my version is better. Be here tomorrow at noon. See ya, kiddo."

"Wait! One little question."

"Ask away."

"Do you know any cheap hotels around?" he scratched his head embarrassedly.

"What?"

She opened a door to the apartment and gestured the blond boy to come inside.

"You will sleep on the couch. Don't get too cozy here, since you'll go back to the Middleton in a month."

"I'm not going back there!" he said stubbornly and put his stuff near the couch.

"Yeah, whatever kiddo."

"It's Ron, not… doesn't matter." he shook his head. "Don't bite a hand of help. Wanna call me a kid, call me a kid."

"Hm…a very mature thing to say." she smirked. "For a kid."

Mendelssohn's Wedding March started to play, as she saw a bride walking on a red carpet slowly. She looked at the blue skies and sighed heavily.

'I hate weddings.' she thought.

To her relief a helicopter flew to them and stopped above the arch. It door opened and a rope ladder were hanged from the side.

'Finally!'

She jumped from the chair right to the bride and climbed the ladder with a screaming and struggling girl mounted over her shoulder, while helicopter flew higher and further from the wedding spot.

"Hold the girl." she pushed her to blond partner. "Be careful, she bites."

"Do you know who my daddy is? You will regret it!" bride hissed at them.

"Who do you think hired us in a first place?" she said.

"Ouch!" Ron shook his bitten finger.

She walked in the living room and flopped down on couch.

"Hey kiddo! I got us a new mission!" she waved piece of paper.

"And i got is pizza and movie." he sat near her with a pizza box in his hands.

Bullets whistled above their heads, as they hid behind stone pillars.

"You just HAD to touch that painting!" she growled.

"Hey, the floor was slippery, it's not like i did it on purpose." her partner said back. "And i thought you cut the alarm off."

"Apparently some paintings has additional alarm, and lucky us it was the one you held to." she rolled her eyes. "On count three; one, two… "

She stood near the dressing room with several pieces of clothing in her hands.

"Do i really have to wear it?" Ron's voice came from a dressing room.

"Yes, you can't go on undercover mission in a jersey." she answered.

"I could go as one of the waiters and borrow their uniform."

"We already invited there as guests, both of us, so shut up and dress up."

"Fine." he opened the curtain and showed himself to her in a black tux.

"Whew." she whistled. "Not bad."

Everything became foggy on a moment. She was in her apartment again, handing the envelope with money to Ron.

"Here, that's for the last mission." she said.

"Thanks." He took it and looked inside. "Uhm… is it me or there is twice as much in here."

"I gave you my share too." she explained calmly. "When i said that it was for last mission i meant it. The Last mission. As no more mercenary business for you."

"Why?" he was distressed.

"Listen kid. I said before, that style of life is not for you."

"I did fine on missions!" he argued. "Come on, you know that!"

"Doesn't matter." she tried to keep her cool. "You know already what type of work it is. It's not for everybody. Remember that G mission we took? One misstep and your body get more holes than swiss cheese."

"But…"

"No buts! You have a family in Middleton, a little sister, friends! You have people you want to live for. I threw my past away, i don't care if i die today or tomorrow, i have nothing but me in this world. Don't be like me and go back home, your home."

Ron silently put an envelope on a table and left. She sat on a couch, face buried in palms. It was hard for her to let him go like that. Being alone again felt twice as hard.

'It's ok…' she comforted herself. "He's a smart kid…smart guy. It's better for him. I'll be alright. How in the hell did i become so attached to him anyway? Maybe i just wanted a friend?...Nah, stop the thought. It doesn't matter anymore. He is gone… i need a drink…'

She opened her eyes as doorbell resonated in her head, causing the pain. She stood from the couch and went to the door, muttering several curses under her breath, and opened the door.

"Hey, i'm back." Blond guy smiled, standing on a doormat.

"Back…what…" she came to her senses. "Don't you understand human speech? Get lost! Go back to Middleton!"

"I went there, and now i'm back here." he said. "Talked to my folks and friends, told them to not worry and that i'll call and text them regularly, so no problem."

"No prob….YES PROBLEM!" she yelled. "BIG PROBLEM! Have you heard a word i said yesterday?"

"Yes i have." he nod. "And this is why i'm back."

"Wha…"

"You said that you have nothing but yourself in this world." he smiled kindly. "It's wrong. Major wrong. I came back to fix this."

"Fix? I don't need a fix!"

"Yes you do!"

She grabbed collar of his shirt angrily.

"Who do you think you are?" she asked through her teeth.

"I'm your friend." he answered straightly.

She released the collar and made a step back.

"Friend, you say?" her right palm engulfed itself in green flame. "You know what friends have? Trust. Let's make a deal. If you'll do what i ask now you can live here, go on missions with me and call me a friend. Shake my hand. I promise to take the flame off right before your hand will touch mine. Let's see if you trust me enough to…"

Without a shadow of hesitation Ron grabbed her palm while it still had flames around. She reacted as soon as she realized what happened and stopped the flame.

"Shit!" she grabbed his burned hand by the wrist and dragged him to the bathroom, putting his burned palm under a flow of cold water. "You IDIOT! Why did you do that?"

"To prove that i am your friend." he winced from pain. "To prove that i trust you."

"And look where this trust had led you! You got burned!"

"But you did stopped the flame in the end." he smiled.

"But…"

"No buts! Deal is a deal. You are my friend. No backsies."

"Fine." She sighed and a small smile appeared on her face. "I give up."

They sat on the couch as she bandaged his burned hand.

"You know." she started. "Since the day i met you in the office i wanted to ask you: how in hell you end up in the MercCo? Especially in another town!"

"To put it simply, to get away from Kim."

"Ow…wait what?" she looked at him with shock.

"Yeah, not really funny story." he scratched his head with healthy hand. "Me and Kim had a nasty break up. Things weren't as smooth as before since she went to the GJ program and i went to college, we didn't have as much time to be together. We started to drift apart bit by bit, but the final nail in a coffin was the secret she kept from me for several years."

"What secret?" she was intrigued.

"She put a tracking chip in my shoulder when we were 13, and didn't tell me about it. I found out about it only after i accidently hurt that shoulder and had to make an x-ray of it."

"Seriously?" she asked in slight amusement. "Princess put a leash on you and kept quiet for several years?"

"Yeah, something like that." he sighed heavily. "When i confronted her about it, it grew up on a big fight and in the end i dumped her."

"Never thought you had guts for something like that."

"Yeah, me too, but i did it in the end. I couldn't stay in Middleton after that, too many memories. So i packed my stuff and hit the road. On my way i read a MercCo advertisement in Villain Weekly, found it on a bus station, and decided to give it a try. You know, to prove that i can do it without Kim around. Though it's funny how i ended up in a team anyway. Not that i'm complaining."

She smiled. She knew it's wrong to keep him around. She knew it's better to push him away. But after such genuine show of trust, she could really care less about what is right. At this moment she was glad to have him nearby.

"You know what, i'm freaking starving, let's go and get some pizza…Ron."

Shena opened her eyes and lifted her lifted her body from couch, taking a sitting position. She was still in her black dress, dirty and torn in several places after the fight. A flow of new memories found its way in her head. Shena remembered how Ron in future took Shego's hand without second thoughts, and how her Ron grabbed her still inflamed hand as she was falling. She looked at her right palm, circling these memories in her brain.

"…Ron"