Drakken had insisted that they had a party to celebrate Shego's one year of employment. She had absolutely no desire to have a party with any of these people, but here she was socializing because Drakken had claimed she didn't know how to have fun. That comment was absurd! Shego always has been and always will be the life of the party. Drakken just had an entirely different definition of the word 'fun.'

"Okay, now who's up for some karaoke!" Drakken shouted to the crowd of people in his lair. Exhibit 1 of why he was such a dork and had no clue what fun meant. She rolled her eyes as the henchmen cheered (of course they did. Drakken paid them to obey his commands). At least Drakken had the decency to invite other people that didn't live with them to this party. He had invited other villains although she wasn't sure why. He hated Killigan, but he was here. His rivalry with Dementor went way back, but he was here. He was absolutely mortified by Monkey Fist, but he was here. And Drakken wasn't stupid. He had to have known that some of these villains would attempt to steal Shego from him (she couldn't really blame them; she was the best in the business after all). Maybe he was secure in the fact that she wasn't going anywhere (a thought that annoyed her to no end).

Drakken started singing some Black Eyed Peas song, and she mentally checked out. She couldn't bear to listen to him, so she scanned the room, trying to find someone to talk to that didn't annoy her. She sank in her chair when she finally registered that the only person she could semi-tolerate was on the stage making a fool of himself.

"This will help take the edge off," Dementor said as he approached her with a shot of tequila in his hand.

She waved him off. "That's not necessary. I-" Drakken attempted a high note, and it came out as a screech. She shuddered. "On second thought, give me that." She slammed the shot as Drakken went for another high note. She sighed. "I'm going to need another one."

Dementor chuckled. "Coming right up." He walked off to the bar, and when he came back, he had the whole bottle with him. Shego snatched the bottle and poured herself another shot. He stared at her as she slammed it. "Wow. That kind of night, huh?"

She shrugged. "Listen to him. It's always that kind of night." She poured herself another shot but stopped to glare at him before drinking it. "Are you going to have some or are you going to just sit there and watch me get wasted?"

It was Dementor's turn to shrug. "I'm not much of a drinker."

Shego nodded her head but moved her eyes away from Dementor and to Drakken, who was finished with his song and offering the mic to anyone in the room. Dementor noticed the shift in her attention and sighed deeply. "So you and Dr. Drakken have worked together for a whole year now?"

She turned her head to face him, and she nodded slowly. "Yeah. I guess we have."

Dementor cleared his throat. "May I ask you why?"

Her glare intensified. "I don't believe that is any of your concern."

Dementor poured a shot and pushed the glass toward her. "All I'm saying is that you could do better. Drakken is never going to be successful."

Shego ran a hand through her hair, trying to calm herself before she exploded. "And I suppose you will be?"

He shrugged. "I do have the best henchmen. And my ideas are far superior. I'm just missing one thing."

She placed a hand on the back of her neck and leaned her elbow on the table. "Please enlighten me on what is missing."

He grinned slightly at her. "You. Imagine Shego. My brilliance and henchmen with your skills. We would be unstoppable!"

She placed two fingers under her chin, pretending to think about it. She wanted to say the word happy. She was happy where she was at. She had a home, no matter how annoying that home might be. But those words seemed risky for her to say aloud, so she didn't. Instead, she went with "I'm doing okay where I'm at, Dementor."

He titled his head. "Hmm. One whole year with him, and where has that gotten you, Shego?" She paused to think about his words, which weren't necessarily untrue. What had she accomplished in the last year with Dr. D other than failure after failure? She opened her mouth to speak but then closed it again. There was really no good answer, and that made her question her own motives. Before she could formulate an answer, he spoke again. "You're screwing him, aren't you?"

Her eyes grew wide. "Excuse me?"

He shrugged. "I mean, why else would you stay with someone so incompetent?" He got up from his chair and turned away from her. She blasted him. He fell to the ground, and she blasted him again, enjoying his groans of pain.

Dementor attempted to get up, but she blasted him once again. The henchmen were surrounding her now, and she smiled knowing because she was with Drakken, these men around her were on her side. "Shego, let's not be too hasty," he said, trying to get up a second time.

Just as she was about to attack him, a familiar voice pulled her out of her trance. "Shego, what is going on?"

She didn't have to turn around to know who she was talking to. "What is going on is I'm about to kill off your competition, Doc."

Drakken put his hand on her shoulder. . "Shego, if he dies, how will I see the look on his face when we take over the world?"

Her heart melted at the word we. When he talked about world domination, he always said the word I, but this time he had said we. It was a slip up. She knew he didn't mean it; he was too self-absorbed to consider her feelings in the matter of world domination, but he had said it, which meant somewhere deep down, he had thought about it. She looked around at the henchmen- his henchmen - who would do anything she asked simply because she was Drakken's partner. She smirked. "Get him out of here." She stormed off to the bar, watching the henchmen take care of the Dementor problem while she poured herself another drink.

Drakken had followed her, and he watched her take a shot. She noticed him, but instead of speaking, she poured two shots- one for herself and one for him. She handed him the glass, and they both drank. "What did Dementor say to you?"

She paused for a moment. In all honesty, she wasn't even sure what had pissed her off more; his suggestion that her and Drakken were sleeping together or the fact that he saw Drakken as nothing but incompetent (which he was, but no one was allowed to say that but her). She shrugged off the question. "He's just an idiot, and you know how I am with idiocy, Doc."

He laughed. "Of course."

She smirked. "You should have let me kill him."

He poured them both another shot. "And where would the fun be in that?" They clicked their glasses together and drank.

…

The end of the party was near. All of the guests had left, and most of the henchmen had resided in their own living space. A few of them remained to help clean up, but most were passed out drunk.

Shego had stumbled trying to walk, and she gripped the counter for support. "I think it's time for bed, Shego," Drakken said as he noticed her drunkenness.

"Don't tell me what to do." She was trying to make it to the couch, but she couldn't loosen her grip on the counter without falling over.

Drakken sighed and walked over to her, wrapping one of her arms around him and snaking one of his around her waist. "You. Bed. Let's go." She tried to argue, but her words were slurred, and Drakken couldn't quite make out what she was saying, but she didn't physically try to stop him, so he went along with it and helped her to her bedroom.

He opened the door to her room, and he used his free hand to move her covers, so she could get into bed. He gently lowered her to the bed, and she happily complied. "Doc?"

"Yes?" He asked as he took off her shoes and placed the covers over her body, tucking the blanket in at her side.

She yawned. "I can't wait until we take over the world."

That was the first clear sentence she had said in the last 20 minutes, which made him smile. "It will be glorious, Shego." He turned to leave, but her hand came out from under the covers and gripped his wrist, stopping him from moving.

He became paralyzed for a moment. The last time she had gripped his wrist so tight, she…. Well, she was too drunk this time for that to happen again. The thought made him relax into her touch. "Thanks, Doc."

"For what?"

"For a good year." Her grip on his wrist loosened, and she closed her eyes. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, and he sat there, watching her.

He smiled at her sleeping figure. The sound of her breathing was quite soothing, and he thought he could sit her all night and listen to it, but he knew he shouldn't. "Best year so far," he whispered before he got up and left her room, gently closing the door behind him.