Drakken's genius machine did not go according to plan (shocker, right?), but Shego had to give credit where credit was due. He was on a roll, and he hadn't stopped for breaks in between failures. They had gone to Florida to build an army full of spring breaker teens (which ended in an absolute embarrassment). They had stolen a weather machine to take all the water in the Great Lakes and build a storm so fierce that it would force Canada to bow down to Drakken (which was stupid from the start, but she went along with it anyway). They even kidnapped a genius doctor to help Drakken build destructive bots (which had gone well until Kim Possible showed up). It was almost like Drakken was distracting himself from something, but from what, she couldn't say. He had been acting like his usual self (other than his crazy obsessing over world domination, but she would argue that that was normal for him), and things between them were back to the same old bickering and mocking (the almost-kiss nearly forgotten). So when she woke up in the middle of the night and got herself something to drink, she wasn't shocked to hear him in his lab- working.

She groaned. He had been up at all hours of the night, and God only knows when the last time he had actually had a good night's sleep. She took a deep breath before entering the lab. Drakken wore his usual lab coat, and he was bent over, mixing some chemicals. "Doc?"

He jumped and turned around. He took his safety goggles off, and glared at her. She suddenly felt underdressed in her green camisole and her black pajama shorts (a bedtime outfit that she would have hidden away from Drakken a year ago but now seemed totally fine to wear around him- although she could go without that glare he was giving her). "Shego, what are you doing awake?"

She yawned and crossed her arms over her chest. "I came here to ask you the same thing, Doc." She sat down in her chair in the lab- less than two feet away from him.

He watched her as she sat down but turned back to his work when she glared at him. "I am working on a rare mutant antic agent. When I'm finished, anybody who is injected with it will be part of my aggressive army!"

She placed an elbow on the desk, her chin resting in her palm. "Doc, I feel like we've tried this before. Genetic mutation machine a couple months back ring a bell?"

Drakken turned to face her again, and he smiled at her. "No, no. Shego. This will be better than any old aggressive army. The chemical will make them obey my every command." She rolled her eyes at him, remembering all the other times he tried mind control or an aggressive army. Yeah, this would go over real well.

He yawned before turning back to his mutation chemicals. "Drakken, maybe you should think about getting some sleep. You've been working non-stop." She silently tried to remember the last time she saw him eat or go to bed. Hell, had he even stopped to take a shower?

Drakken shook his head but didn't face her this time. "No time."

Shego reached over the desk, placing her hand over his. "Doc, I think you need a break."

He didn't look at her, but she followed his eyes to their hands- hers still resting on top of his. Her first instinct was to move, but instead, she squeezed his hand. His eyes met hers then, and she saw a twinkle that made her heart flutter in her chest. "I'll rest when I take over the world, Shego," he whispered. She smirked before gripping his arm and dragging him up from the chair out of the lair. "Ow, ow, ow. Shego! What are you doing?"

She kept dragging him until they were in their living room, where she stopped in front of the TV. "You need to go to your room and go to bed, Dr. D."

He tried to wiggle his way out of her grip, but she was stronger than he was. "Shego, I am fi-" he yawned before he could finish the sentence.

She rolled her eyes and continued dragging him all the way to his bedroom. When she opened the door, her eyes grew wide. His room was full of white boards that were covered in math. The whiteboards stretched the area of the room, and there were more covering his bed and his dresser. "Drakken, what is all of this?"

He shrugged. "My design for the mutation chemical."

"When was the last time you slept, Dr. D.?" She walked the length of the room, trying to take in all the math even though she knew she would never understand it.

"I…. I- I guess I'm not really sure." Drakken followed her, watching her eyes light up at his work. She was recognizing his genius in the whiteboards, and the thought made him smile.

She kept following the boards, trying to make sense of it all. "Well, we'll just have to move these off the bed, so you can-"

"NO!" His shouting made her jump, and she dropped the whiteboard in her hand. Her eyes met his, and he looked like he had just seen a ghost. "It's just that I have these in a specific order, if you move them, it messes up the numbers."

She groaned. "Well you can't just not sleep, Drakken!"

He crossed his arms. "Sure I can."

"Nygh, Doc, you're a scientist. Do you want to explain to me what happens to our neuroreceptors when we don't get enough sleep?"

"They lose their sensitivity to serotonin and norepinephrine." He glared at her before mumbling "although I'm a little surprised you knew the term neuroreceptors."

She slapped him across the shoulder but otherwise ignored the last part of his statement. "And what does that loss of sensitivity lead to, Doc?"

He signed and rolled his eyes. "Impaired cognitive thinking."

She sighed. "I'm going to be nice just this one time and let you sleep in my bed. You know, so your boards don't get messed up."

Drakken gaped at her. "I- I don't- uh I'm not-" He couldn't finish his train of thought.

She groaned and grabbed his arm, dragging him to her bedroom. She took off his lab coat for him, so he was in a blue shirt and black pants. "Doc, stop overthinking. You need to sleep." She folded his lab coat and placed it on top of the dresser.

He stood awkwardly by her bed. "But the mutant agent."

"Can wait," she finished for him as she met his eyes. "We've tried plan after plan. This one can wait 8 hours."

He looked down, not wanting to stare into her piercing green eyes. "But it's your bed."

She signed as she moved the covers before pushing him on the bed, and then covering him up with her blankets. "And I'm not getting in there with you, Doc. Just go to sleep."

Once his head hit the pillow, he was out. She giggled slightly. He was so overworked that it didn't take much to make him pass out. She stared at him, terrified he would wake up and start working again. She had planned on leaving him here, but now that she was here, she just wanted to make sure he got the sleep he needed. She sighed and grabbed a magazine, sitting on the chair to her vanity. This was going to be a long night.

…..

Shego had dozed off and on in her chair, and she woke with a startle when she heard a noise. She glanced over at the bed, which Drakken still occupied (snoring loudly at that). She jumped out of her chair and opened her bedroom door slowly. Hank and a few other henchmen were poking around the lair. Her hands lit up. "What on earth are you people doing?" She growled.

"Uh well, we uh-" Hank stuttered his words, glaring down at Shego's hands. He knew full well that Shego could kick his ass without that plasma. With it, she was balls out terrifying. He trembled a little before finishing. "We were just looking for Drakken."

Her eyes moved between the henchmen. People talk, and if they found out Drakken was in her room, argh, she didn't even want to think about the rumors that would come out of it. (Although she was pretty sure they had all already assumed her and Drakken were hooking up, there was no need to add fuel to the fire). Especially with the attire she was wearing currently. What seemed okay to wear in front of Drakken she deemed unprofessional and overly exposed to the henchmen. She unlit her hands and crossed her arms over chest in an attempt at covering up her cleavage. "Well, stop making so much noise. Some of us are trying to sleep," she finally said.

Hank hesitated before speaking. "Do you happen to know where he would be?"

She groaned. "Is there something wrong?"

"Well, uh, there was a chemical spill in the lab, and we uh, we weren't sure what it was."

Hank crouched over as Shego uncrossed her arms and lit her hands back up. Her eyes grew wide. "WHAT? Why didn't you say that earlier?" Panic started to set in. Drakken's chemical mutation. He was going to lose his mind. "DRAKKEN!" she shouted, all thoughts of keeping the rumor mill at bay out the window. She moved toward the bed, sitting next to him. "Drakken, wake up!"

"Huh, what? Shego!" He mumbled, slowly waking up. The henchmen's eyes grew wide at the scene, but Shego's glare stopped them from mocking her.

"Hank said there was a chemical spill in the lab," she whispered calmly, but she moved her body away from him slightly.

"WHAT?" Drakken jumped out of bed and ran past Shego and the henchmen toward the lab.

The henchmen didn't take their eyes off Shego, who was still sitting on the bed. She got up and stroked her hair. Hank opened his mouth to speak, but Shego lit up her hands, causing him to close it abruptly. "Oh, just shut up," she said, pushing past them.

When she reached the lab, Drakken was kneeled on the floor. Shego bit her lip. "No, no, no." Drakken said to himself, oblivious to Shego's presence.

"Doc," she whispered as she put her hand on his shoulder. It'll be-"

"Don't!" He stood up, brushing off her touch. "These chemicals should have never been mixed together! Now I have to start all over." He looked past Shego, and when she turned around, she saw Hank in the doorway. "How did this happen?" Drakken gritted through his teeth.

Hank looked down. "Well uh- Jared and I were trying to clean, and- well, we uh- we were seeing who the strongest one was, so we arm wrestled, and uh-" Shego rolled her eyes.

"NYGH! I don't even want to hear the rest! Just clean this mess up. I have so much work to do!" Drakken reached for his notebook and started writing out formulas Shego didn't quite understand.

"Doc," Shego said calmly. "You only slept for four hours. I think-" He met her eyes, and she cowered away from him. He didn't have to tell her to stop talking- his eyes did that for him. "I'll leave you to it," she whispered more to herself than to him.

Shego and Hank exited the lab- Hank to get cleaning supplies and Shego to reside in her bedroom, where she was in much need of a shower.

Hank suddenly grinned. "So, you and Dr. Drakken were-" She blasted him before he could finish his sentence.

"I said shut up, Hank!"