Drakken had told her they were going undercover and that she needed to wear something nice. She scanned her closet, frustrated that he wasn't giving her anything to go off of for his evil plan. He had insisted that it was good that she couldn't figure it out because if she couldn't figure out what he was doing, neither could Kimmie. Shego groaned. Japanese toys, Bueno Nacho, synthodrone technology, and research into a teenage girl's mind. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out how all of those things connected. Did he even know what he was doing? Or has he finally gone mad?

She sighed as she finally found the dress she was looking for. It was the perfect mix of black and green- modest and sexy. Whatever it was she was going undercover for, she would look her best.

Once she was fully ready, she met him in his lab. He was sitting in his chair, facing away from her. He probably didn't even realize she was here. She cleared her throat. When he turned to face her, his eyes grew and his jaw dropped. "Shego, you- uh- wowful."

She smirked as she shook her head. Wowful was a new one. She let his eyes wander her body for a minute before she spoke. "When you're done checking me out, can you tell me why on earth I'm wearing this thing?"

Drakken blushed. "Oh right. We- uh- we're going to the Bermuda Triangle." Drakken let his eyes scan her again as he stood up and moved closer to her. "This is really something," he whispered with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Saying that was a risk, and he knew it. They weren't arguing, and other than the one time they hooked up after his hip-hop plan failed, the sex only happened when they were fighting or when she had mocked him for something. However, seeing her in that dress did things to him that he didn't fully know how to comprehend.

Shego flipped her hair over her shoulder and grabbed one of his hands with hers. She batted her eyelashes and bit her lip. "Maybe, when we're done with this little scheme of yours, you can take it off, Doc." Shivers went up and down Drakken's body. Just as he was about to lean down and kiss her, she pulled away from him and smirked. "So the Bermuda Triangle means you want to talk to Big Daddy Brotherson."

He frowned. She was such a tease. "How did you know that?"

She laughed. "He's a common criminal that has information about anything and anyone. I found him to be oh so helpful when I first entered the world of evil."

Drakken crossed his arms, intrigued. "What did you go to him about?"

"How to hide a dead body." She shrugged like it was no big deal, but his mouth fell open. She rolled her eyes at him. "Look, I had my first kill when I was still a hero, and I needed help getting rid of the evidence. I heard some things about him from my foes, so I checked it out. He really does know everything."

Drakken's eyes grew. "Now, I have to hear that story. You were still a hero when you first killed someone?"

She sighed as she sat down in her chair, and he followed her lead by sitting down in his. "I was heading down the villain path anyway. I was so sick of heroism, and I was ready to leave it. My first kill just kind of pushed me faster in that direction than I had intended to go."

He grabbed her hand and held it in her lap. "Who was it?"

Shego was silent for a moment. She had never told anyone this- he could tell. "Tommy Synder." She paused, and Drakken rubbed his thumb against her palm. "Mego was twenty when he had his first boyfriend. Coming out had been easy for him- none of us cared- but his boyfriend was still in the closet. When his dad- uh Tommy- found out about their relationship, he flipped. Mego came home with some bruises, and I just-"

Drakken let his mind wander. Mego coming home with bruises. Shego losing control when she saw him like that. "Mego didn't even try to use his powers to escape," she said after a minute. "He just let him beat him, and when he came home, it was like a flip in me switched. I went over to Tommy's place, and I tortured him like he had tortured Mego, and when I was finished, I killed him."

Drakken soaked in the silence for a moment. "You protected your brother, Shego," he said as he cupped her cheek with his free hand.

She shrugged, turning her head slightly so that she didn't have to look him in the eyes but still letting her face rest in his hand. "That's when I knew I was destined for evil. I liked it. I enjoyed it, but I couldn't tell Mego."

"So you went to Big Daddy Brotherson?"

She nodded. "After he helped me, I left Team Go officially, and I found my way in the villainy world."

He smiled. "And then you met me."

Shego grinned back at him. "And then I met you, Doc."

Drakken let his fingers intertwine with hers. "Well, that worked out for the best, didn't it?"

She glanced down at their intertwined hands. He was really flirting with the line between a relationship and whatever the hell it was that they were doing. She could feel her heart pounding faster at the thought, and all she wanted to do was make that feeling go away. "Let's go see Big Daddy Brotherson, then," she said as she got up, leaving his touch entirely.

….

Shego had to admit- his scheme was genius. Steal the design for the Japanese toy, steal the technology created by James Possible so that the toys become destructive little bots, purchase Bueno Nacho and sell the toys to millions of kids around the world, and to top it off, create a synthodrone of a teenage boy that Kim Possible would fall in love with so that she can fall into his trap and destroy her. He had thought of everything. It was pure genius, and the fact that he could actually pull it off made her want to do unspeakable things to him in his bedroom when this was all said and done.

After she picked up Eric from the Middleton junior prom, Shego practically stormed to Drakken's desk and kissed him hard. Once she pulled away, she smiled at him. "This," she said, pointing at Eric, "is the most deliciously evil idea you've ever had."

Drakken smirked at her. "And we're just getting started."

She sat on his desk and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You know, Dr D., this plan of yours kind of turns me on."

He placed a hand on her thigh, but he blushed when he remembered Eric was in the room. This- whatever this was- had been a private matter, and although Eric wasn't a real person, it sure as hell felt like it when he was staring at the two of them. "By tomorrow morning, we will rule the world, Shego," he whispered back to her.

She smirked. "We?"

He nodded. "We."

He pulled her down and kissed her, but it was interrupted by the intruder alarm. Eric stumbled to look at the cameras. "Kim Possible is here," he said.

Drakken grinned from ear to ear. "Good. This is about to get interesting."

…..

They had almost won. Almost. But Kim Possible had pulled through, and now Shego was being escorted to a prison cell by some guard that would not let go of her. Her hands were chained so that she couldn't use her powers to escape, which frustrated her to no end, but she was also kind of impressed that the prison finally figured out that controlling her powers was the only way to keep her inside. She and Drakken had been separated, and she didn't know how she felt about that either. She didn't want to be around him when she knew he'd be sulking in defeat, but she also wanted to hug him. His idea had been incredibly articulate, and he deserved that win. Hell, it was the first time in a long time that she truly believed his plan would work (once she finally figured out what he had been up to).

The guard stopped in front of a cell that she assumed would be hers when he began to unlock it. Another person was behind the bars, and when the door was unlocked, and the lights were brighter, she recognized who she would be sharing a cell with. Oh God. Please no. Please , anybody would be better than this.

"Why hello there, my dear old friend!" The familiar voice made her cringe, and she tried to turn around and bolt, but the guard shoved her in the cell, locking it behind him.

"Wait! Can you at least take the chains off!" She shouted at him before he could disappear.

He shook his head. "No can do, Shego. You've escaped too many times. The boss says those stay on."

She groaned as he left her there with her cellmate. The one she knows. The one that she would rather die than be in here with.

"Don't worry. That guard is really nice. He might lighten up on that rule in a few days." Shego finally looked at her cellmate. She was short, on the heavier side, had freckles all over her face, and had a crooked smile. Shego's face hardened as she took in DNAmy's features. She sat on the bench and put her head in her lap. This was so not happening.