A/N: Thanks to bcbdrums for the aid in this, chances are Worst Villain Fails will be back!

Fails and Pride

Shego sat in the living space of the new lair, or rather re-done old lair. While it looked the same, it felt off. Though that could be the unease between she and Drakken at the moment. They'd gone back to the refurbished lair, but had said nothing about Shego being back. He hadn't told her not to come with, well she did have to drive, but he had made no indication of her staying. She'd been surprised that her room was in tact and set up, but that had most likely been the Henchman's doing. When she'd casually asked if he wanted her to call and re-hire them... he had an unreadable look before opening his mouth and then nodding. That had been her cue to just pretend nothing had changed, like the Prison and Warmonga incident hadn't happened. Yes, she decided to do just that. However, the nagging feeling in her gut told her it wasn't that simple. His hands were out of commission for at least another week or so, so he hadn't been working or sketching in the lab. When she'd gone into the kitchen to make food for them, as take out was getting bothersome, and there had already been food made. A plate left in the fridge for her. That had been why her musings were currently swimming, she looked at the plate of food, and sighed. He hadn't even talked to her that much, which any given day would be a blessing, but not these days. She saw him walk passed the doorway.

"Hey, Dr. D?" she called out and half expected him to keep going but her back stepped into the doorway, "What are you doing?"

"Well I," he looked at his slightly bandaged hands, the cotton balls were gone, but they were still in need of shielding, he sighed, "Nothing, not a damn thing."

"Pft," snorted Shego, though she could tell he'd been digging for an excuse but hadn't had one come to mind, "Well, why don't you watch some television with me? There's a new show I've heard about..."

"Ohm, well," he looked down the hall and then in the room, "I think I should get some sleep, actually."

"Oh," said Shego, he nodded and walked off.

Shego watched the empty doorway, as if waiting for him to come back, but he didn't. She felt her chest tighten and her stomach knot. That confirmed it, things were definitely not back to normal. It would have been one thing for him to turn her down if he was working on a project or scheme. Instead, he'd failed to make something up and just decided to go to bed. Where he would undoubtedly watch television and not sleep at all. She glared, and snatched up the remote and turned on the television. She grabbed the couch pillow and angrily hugged it as the television played, she needed to clear her head. She watched as Villa-TV started with it's new series, she'd been wanting to watch it but it had been far too crowded at the Inn. Would be nice to have at least one person here. She sighed, guess she'd have to hope one of the Henchman had seen with when they started back on Monday. 'Worst Villain Fails' began.

"Hello and Welcome back to another fine night of failures, fall-outs, and debauchery," came the host, a former weather reporter, "I'm Summer Gail, and let's get this night started with some 'Sticky Situations'

The camera showed a CTV screen at a Factory. The figures of Carmella and Cleopatra walked carefully down an un-moving conveyor belt. There was no sound, but it looked like the two were arguing. Carmella's heel seemed to get stuck and Cleopatra laughed smugly and fell back on her own footing, hitting a lever. In a matter of seconds they both looked up in horror as slabs of unstabalized gum fell on them. The security lights flashed and the two struggled to get out of the gum laden mess, by flying back into to good every-time they moved. The screen froze and their mugshot appeared.

Drakken choked on his popcorn as he laughed. Especially as they did a slow motion replay of the flailing Cleopatra as Carmella was pulled back into her by the gum. Shego must be dying, her two least favorite people. Drakken snorted as the next one came up and it was Dementor. He clapped his hands together in glee and cringed, shaking them off as the screen changed.

Shego was watching as Monkey Fist began scratching chaotically as he presumably had just gotten fleas from an experimental vet clinic he'd decided to drop in on to get more of his monkey companions most likely something the enhance their intelligence. When she felt the couch weight shift and Drakken sat down, a blanket wrapped around him like an angsty teen being forced out of bed and a large bowl of popcorn, which he put between them. Shego was about to open her mouth to make a snide comment about if he was done avoiding her, but the screen changed and they both paled as they came into view. It was the video from Area 51.

"Nyn, aren't those videos top secret?" asked Drakken with wide eyes as they watched the giant poodle on the screen.

"I can't believe we're categorized under Pet Problems? We're in the same as Camille's dumb cat and Monkey Fist chimp fleas, uhg," cringed Shego, "Oh my... are you serious! They have a close up of me being sat on by Puddles!"

"I'm worried they have footage from that ship," said Drakken with wide eyes, he shuttered, "Guess we'll have to see the future categories."

"At least it's over," sighed Shego as it fell back to Summer Gail introducing a new category, "Can you believe Killigan didn't have one in there? I mean... he has a pet Sea Monster."

"Buttercup," said Drakken, he sighed, "I wonder how Puddles is doing?"

"No, oh no," said Shego, she indicated to the screen, "You want to end up back on here?"

"Suppose not... is that Junior?" asked Drakken as he pointed to the screen, Shego looked.

"Oh no," snorted Shego as was thrown into some sort of giant washing machine, when he came out his clothes had shrunk and his hair looked like a poodle, she snorted,"Ah, those were expensive."

"Looks like your boyfriend really went through the wringer," smirked Drakken, nudging Shego.

"That was a terrible pun," said Shego with an eyeroll, she shook her head, "Also, Junior is no.."

"I know," chuckled Drakken, it was silent as a commercial came on, "So is that where you stayed, with Junior?"

"God no. Senior likes me okay, but he's not overly fond of me being around more than a quick social visit," said Shego with a sigh, "I mean the only reason Junior even broke me out was to impress his father. People only break you out if they want something... You know Motor Ed only broke me out to sit next to him on a cross-country road trip?"

"Are you surprised?" scoffed Drakken, "Eddie has a one track mind. Cars, Women, or Vengeance. That's it. Always been that way."

"How'd he get a degree," said Shego with a raised brow, Drakken shrugged, and Shego opened her mouth to continued the conversation when the commercial ended.

"Welcome back, let's drop right in to Lab Mishaps, shall we?" said Summer, and the screen changed.

"I'm suddenly concerned," said Drakken with a cringe as a series of lab chaos occurred, including the infamous moon laser fail, which Shego had shot him a disappointing look as she shook her head.

Drakken had gave a snide retort that had earned him a slight nudge and and eye roll. As the popcorn dwindled and the show ran on, Drakken could feel himself relax. It was like the passed few weeks were melting away with each laugh and eye roll. It felt comfortable and familiar. You can't trust her. He cringed at his own thoughts and he looked at her, she was watching the screen that showed he and Duff Killigan during the Halloween incident. He looked at her raised brow. Can you blame her for leaving, look at the failures. He wondered how long until she got bored again and left. A few years, a few weeks, her loud laugh alerted him to the screen and out of his musings.

"Looks like Sweets has an allergy," said Shego as they watched Carmella having an allergic reaction to one of her candies, and her throwing things to get Cleopatra's attention.

"Looks like your ex was allergic to nuts," smirked Shego with a slight undertone, Drakken smirked.

"She never seemed allergic to me," smirked Drakken, he mentally yelled at himself about what he had just been saying about trust, and here he was making snarky comments, Shego choked on her drink.

"Ohhhhh," Shego choked in laughter and looked at him with wide eyes, "Really?"

"Look, it's Camille Leon, again," said Drakken pointing at the screen where a sprinkler system went off on the Heiress.

"Uh huh," smirked Shego as she looked at the screen as images of the Giraffe hitting his head in a montage, they both cringed at one particularly nasty one.

"Oh, poor baby," pouted Summer Gail, a grin appeared on her face, "That concludes this episode, but tune in next week for our Musical Madness and Heart Felt tributes. All couples and teams, all music. Hope no Villain's spend too much time at Karaoke."

Drakken's stomach twisted and a very panicked feeling washed over him. He mentally calculated every karaoke night he'd been at and his eye twitched at his Dr. D rap video again. That thing is going to haunt me forever. He looked at Shego and she had an equally concerned expression on her face, the drink frozen at her lips as she stared at the screen as Villa-Files came on. She looked at him and a sense of dread seemed to waft between them. They said nothing as they quickly jumped up and mad dashed to their rooms to get changed out of their everyday wear. Drakken forwent attempting to get his gloves on as he sprinted to where the worn Hover Car sat. He watched as Shego slid down the hall and into the doorway, her hand barely touching the corner as she clambered into the vehicle before Drakken could even get one foot in.

"You're really concerned about that Karaoke night thing, it's mostly my problem..." Drakken was cut off.

"How many other Villains work in pairs, Drakken?" asked Shego, as she yanked him in and started the engine, "How many?"

"Well, there's Hermes and Pandora... Carmella and Cleopatra... Us," said Drakken, he swallowed hard, "Oh god, we need to destroy that footage. Do we know where we're going?"

"We have two choices... three really," said Shego as she sped far too fast in the Hover Car, "Two involve swallowing our pride and one means we may succeed or give more fuel to the problem."

"Shego, you and I both know it's going to be possibly causing more of a problem, why even give other options," sighed Drakken, Shego shrugged.

"Can you type any faster?" asked Drakken in a low hiss as he watched the security cameras.

"Do you want me to trigger an alarm?" hissed Shego, Drakken looked at the cameras as Shego typed.

They'd managed to get into the studio with ease, surprisingly, and had dealt with hard copies, in which an astonishing amount of them had their names listed on them. Perhaps using a jamming signal might be beneficial in their future. Our luck it would jam whatever we're using. Drakken nodded to himself, they needed to be more careful of the cameras. Normally they were but as they cared less and less about getting caught, well they'd just left that part out. They needed to re-evaluate their priorities about their plots and schemes. Perhaps being a little more careful wouldn't hurt. By the lists of footage, they really needed that to be top priority. You can't take over the world if the whole world knows just how many times you failed to do so. He glanced at Shego as she typed away, her image is at stake, that's why she's here. Drakken shook his head, those gauntlets had really left their hold on him, it had been a week and yet, his mind was still tugging out those thoughts. You can't trust her... Drakken wiped his face and looked at the wrappings. She'd been changing them everyday, despite the fact he could easily do it... no he couldn't... he would have just soaked his gloves in ointments and shoved them back on, he wouldn't have changed them at all. He looked at her and internally sighed, she's here now at least.

"How did they get this one?" asked Shego and Drakken looked at the screen showing them from the Weather Machine incident, "Seriously, this is concerning."

"Thank god we made sure nothing was left of the Mood-ulator footage," cringed Drakken, but he watched the clip on replay, Shego' typing had stopped, she was watching it too.

"Hmm.. oh yeah," said Shego, her eyes went wider, "Oh god, I hope so. If they've been collecting footage... what if it got stored before you or I got to it."

"This is only what they have planned to air in the next month," said Drakken looking at the dates, he cringed, "Shego... we may need to swallow our pride here."

"Right," gulped Shego, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "I need to swallow my pride... let's go."

Drakken watched as Shego crossed her arms and they sat in a coffee shop, his brow raised at her strange need to wear his coat, a large hat, and glasses. Whoever they were meeting, Shego didn't want to be seen doing so. Drakken suddenly felt under-dressed, after all he was simply in a t-shirt, pants, and boots, he didn't even have his gloves. Shego looked like she was attempting a bad Carmen Sandiego cosplay. He crossed his arms and shifted uncomfortably. He twinged as he pinched his hand and decided to put them on his lap instead. Doing his best to keep his shoulder's straight and look at least mildly intimidating. He glanced at his coat, Shego tilted her hat down, or rather Summer Gail's hat and sunglasses. He snorted at how ridiculous she looked, the coat was far to big on her and her idea to use his belt just looked sad. She turned to look at him, tilting the hat with her.

"Shego..." he was cut off as she shushed him.

"Just... Just don't say my name here okay. Just," she looked around and sighed, "Call me Sheila. Try not to draw attention, either."

"Okay Carmen Sandiego, whatever you say," scoffed Drakken, he rolled his eyes and turned back towards her, "You should know more people are staring at you now then if you weren't dressed like that."

"Oh no, they would. It would be an issue," said Shego, she looked at him, "They're probably looking at you."

"Why? Because I'm blue... colorists," scoffed Drakken dramatically, Shego snorted, "Pretty sure its you."

"Could be your shirt," said Shego, Drakken glanced at his shirt, well aware it was too tight because his attempt at a new laundry system had not gone well and he'd grabbed the discarded shirt in his haste, "It's tighter than Junior's shirts."

"Oh, I seriously doubt that," scoffed Drakken as their drinks came to the table, "I didn't ask for a scone."

"I think that's the barista's number," said Shego, indicating to the napkin and to the guy making drinks, "Told you it's the shirt."

"Give me back my coat," said Drakken quickly, he reached over towards her, she slapped his hand away, "Ow, why?"

"I need... oh, geesh," said Shego as she grabbed for his hand as he flexed it and cringed, "Give it here you big baby."

"So you can injure me further," scoffed Drakken, as Shego fixed the wrap and rubbed it, "Stop pouting and eat your scone."

"I didn't get... hey that's my scone," said Drakken as Shego dunked it in her coffee, he pouted but shrugged it off, the door opened to the shop and Shego stiffened, her hands stopped rubbing his and pinched it a little.

"So, why the disguise," Drakken looked up as two guys who looked like twin teens sat at the table with them.

"Yeah, very boujee Carmen Sandiego," said the other, they both smiled at Drakken, "Hi Dr. Drakken."

"Nice seeing you here," said the other. The Wego's, "Last time was at Christmas."

"That was good food."

"Glad Hego paid for it," responded the other.

"Listen, we need a favor," said Shego, both looked concerned, "Nothing illegal."

"What can we do for you," said the two with relieved smiles.

"Did they just use the word boujee... I don't think you used that right," said Drakken, Shego ignored him.

"Listen, we need someone to take care of some footage," said Shego, her brother's raised their brows, "Embarrassing footage."

"Did you two get caught on camera," said one of the Wego's, he sighed, "Been there."

"That's dope," cringed Wego, the other nodded sadly.

"No.. No it's not," said Drakken, Shego waved a dismissive hand at him.

"There's this show called Worst Villain Fails, well there might be some footage," Shego began.

"I love that show," said the two of them.

"So Gucci," said one of the Wego's, they nodded and high-fived.

"Yes, okay so, I need this favor. I need you two make sure none of that footage air... at least ours. If you can find more on other Villains. Have at it. But, us," Shego indicated to she and Drakken, "Need it gone."

"Wouldn't that be suspicious," said one of the Wego's, the other nodded, "If there were no footage from you two, then... they'd know who did it. It's a Villain show, right."

"Yes," said Drakken, he raised a brow, "How do you have access to Villa-TV?"

"Mego bought us a subscription," said the Wego's.

"Hego has no idea," said one of them, "Just like he has no idea we keep changing his passwords."

"What did he do to earn this wrath?" smirked Shego, Drakken could tell she approved of these antics.

"Crashed our party... rather Mego's party, but yeah," said the other Wego with a sigh, he shook his head, "So un-Fetch."

"Please don't make that a thing," said Drakken with a deep sigh, "No one uses that, keep it that way."

"That means good, right?" asked Shego, Drakken went to go get another scone, "Anyways, fine. Get rid of the most embarrassing ones and keep a few... but don't watch them."

"How will we know if its truly embarrassing then," said one of them, "What if we accidentally throw Shade because we didn't know what to get rid of.

"Fine, watch them," said Shego, she glared at them, "But no one else sees them. Especially Mego."

"Rude!" they jumped as Mego sat at the table behind Shego, "Are you kidding me, it's not like I'm going to tell Hego.

"Oh Sis, you just got Chirped," said one of the Wego's with a grin, Drakken dropped his scone.

"That's not what... it doesn't mean getting yelled at... it.. You know what," said Drakken as he began writing on the napkin, "Here's my number, the three of us all need to talk."

"Fine, whatever, but no one else sees. Just get rid of it," said Shego, she sighed and then glared at Mego, "How long have you been sitting there?"

"Long enough," smirked Mego, he held up his coffee and book, "This is my hang space."

"YOLO," said the Wego's, with a broad grin, Drakken rubbed his temples.

"That didn't even make sense," said Mego with a disappointed look as he turned back around with a head shake.

As they drove back to the lair, feeling slightly more relieved on Shego's part, it was silent. Shego wondered if Drakken was stewing about something or if the awkwardness before their little adventure has returned. She looked over at him as she drove, his arms were crossed and he was glaring off into the horizon. He shook his head slightly and she wasn't sure what to say or do. Her mind began weighting the odds, maybe things just weren't going to fall back into place like they normally did. Her stomach knotted again and she looked at his hands, her grip tightened. Sure, they'd slowly seemed to start but that didn't mean anything. The idea of going back to the Villain's Inn, worrying about Drakken messing up more schemes, getting stuck dealing with the insanity she had last time.. she cringed internally. She didn't like that. She wanted comfortable again. Oh god, did I just think that? She for the first time in a long time, wanted to be comfortable? She glanced at him, and wondered if they talked about it like they'd done in the past, it could be smoothed over. Maybe some tequila? Terrible idea, just terrible. He could just be this way until his hands healed and then call it quits... they didn't even have a contract anymore and he'd yet to bring it up. She was about to state so when he glared.

"It's just not going to work Shego," he shook his head and she sighed, her eyes narrowed, "It's not the same."

"No it's not," said Shego, she swallowed and thought about it, "But, that can change. Like a start-over."

"A start-over?" scoffed Drakken, "There's too much damage to fix that easily."

"So that's it," said Shego, her nails dug harder into the controls and she nodded.

"Well no, I'll buy them each a copy," said Drakken, he sighed, "It's a lot of work, but they're your brothers. Can't have them running around using improper slang."

"I... what?" asked Shego in confusion.

"Teen Slang. I'll get them each one, " said Drakken rubbing his chin, "If I can correct the one's they already know. There's hope... but Fetch has to go."

"You were talking about my brother's and their slang?" asked Shego, she felt a wave of relief and a snort of laughter escape her, "I thought you were talking about us."

"Of coarse I was talking about them," said Drakken with a raised brow, "What about us?"

"About how awkward we've been, the strain in our partnership, trying to get back to normal," said Shego, her smiled fell as she said it out-load.

"That's not dope," said Drakken after a few silent minutes and Shego didn't know if she should laugh or flip the Hover Car over, but he smirked, "Chill- I mean. I see your confusion."

"Well," said Shego, she felt herself squirm, "What do you think?"

"I think," Shego waited, he nodded, "I think I have a new idea... oh... it's brilliant."

"A new idea? A new scheme?" asked Shego, she felt the awkwardness drift away and she smiled at his devious grin.

"Oh yes, Shego. This one will work... we need a spot of land first," the wink he gave her settled any unease she had been feeling. They we're back.

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