Helpful Hypotheticals

Drakken rubbed his neck and tossed down his pen. He had made...zero progress. He had redone his formulas, angles, and overall plan no less than four times. He leaned back in the chair and quickly leaned forward as he almost lost his balance. The sun was nearly down as he glanced out the window. As he went to grab a glass of water, he froze as he saw the clock.

He wasn't surprised by the time lapse that had happened since he'd focused on his work. He'd gone entire days before without being aware he hadn't slept or eaten, so several hours was nothing. That wasn't what caught his attention: it was nearly four and Shego hadn't returned. He wasn't worried...but it was a long time for someone to be lazing around a hot tub.

That can't be healthy...

He rubbed his temples. He needed to get back to working on his plans—his plans that kept rolling in circles and seemed to be going nowhere. He drank his water and tried to focus on his next step and he yanked over the magazine Shego had left on the counter. Out of instinct, he glanced behind him before flipping open Shego's Villainess magazine. He looked at the latest Hench Co. ad about a deal on henchmen.

Drakken missed his henchmen. He began to think of all the things left unattended in the lair due to the lack of help. The floors were grimy, the inventions and stolen parts were just lying around too bulky to move, and he hadn't bothered to ask Shego for help. He didn't even have anyone to test his inventions on even if he did find a way to make them. He flipped the page and saw Shego had circled a bunch of things. His heart dropped into his stomach as he noticed she'd circled a few different advertisements for Hench work.

She's supposed to be my partner... Is she looking to leave?

His mind ran through a series of thoughts he told himself he was overthinking. Shego's odd behavior since visiting Junior... The change in her antics to pester him... How much her emotions seemed to be changing as of late. He wanted to find any other explanation than that she was trying to push distance between them. It didn't fit. Just the other day they had chatted all night.

More like you ranted and she egged it on.

He clenched his fist and chose to believe he was just reading too much into something that probably had a simple solution. She might simply be looking to try to get them more funds? He nodded. That made more sense. He still felt agitated at the idea of her working for another villain. Being partners meant they were supposed to work exclusively with each other. Didn't it?

You know she was eventually get bored and leave... That's why she didn't want a contract.

He glared at his own thoughts. He was only thinking this because of his own insecurities brought on by her mockery. Drakken went to flip the magazine closed and the page landed on another advertisement. His brow shot up as he saw Carmella's latest advertisement for her Hench Co. candies. Drakken let out a deep sigh and then a snort at the mustache and glasses Shego had drawn on the image of his ex. He closed the magazine and surveyed the dark and silent room. His eyes fell to the swim trunks still on his bed, and his mind to the memory of how annoyed Shego had been when she'd stormed out.

If she's thinking about leaving...I'm just making it easier for her.

He rolled his eyes and walked over and grabbed the trunks.

This is ridiculous.

Shego sat on the pool's edge as Dean did a back stroke. They talked about coincidence the entire time they walked to the pool area, Shego choosing to subconsciously follow a friendly conversation rather than head back to her room and deal with Drakken. Dean swam over towards where she sat.

"Are you just going to sit there?" asked Dean. "Not that I mind the view."

"Look at you...laying on the charm all casual," snorted Shego as she splashed him with her foot.

"I prefer calling it honesty," smirked Dean. He leaned on his arm and looked at her.

"What?" asked Shego. She didn't like the smile he gave her. It made her want to do the same back.

"Not to ruin the light atmosphere...but are we going to talk about you ditching me?" he asked. "I know guys aren't supposed to ask these questions...but I'm a little bothered."

"Are you?" asked Shego with a head tilt.

"Okay...a lot bothered." Dean's smile fell. "It was the music thing wasn't it. Got way too into that."

"It may have been a very minor factor," she shrugged. "It was timing really."

"Fair enough," he muttered. "So... serious question?"

"If you ask to play that song I will drown you," said Shego confidently. He laughed.

"No. I was just wondering if you ever worked out your situation?" asked Dean.

"My situation..." Shego recalled her venting about Drakken and her own emotional dealings. "As best I could. What about you? Still dealing with your idiot coworkers?"

"Oh yeah. We're here for a conference seminar... Which means I can only escape to my hotel room... Which I share with my boss." Dean gave a forced smile. "I will be spending a lot of time here at the pool."

"That bad?" snorted Shego.

"Oh no... I could just ignore him and listen to music," Dean furrowed his brow and shook his head. "Unfortunately it's the company he chooses to keep."

"Company?" Shego inquired.

"A lot of my coworkers...enjoy purchased companionship on these little...trips." Dean was trying to be delicate in his wordings.

"Hookers?" smirked Shego.

"Escorts...is the preferred term they use," said Dean with a grimace. "I have no interest in trying to ignore that."

"Bunch of nerdy accountants paying for sex... I'm not really surprised," snorted Shego.

"I and one lady are the only accountants. The others just...work for the same general branch," said Dean.

"What kind of company do you account for?" asked Shego as she leaned closer to him.

"Ohm, well," he cleared his throat and shrugged. "I'm a...federal accountant."

"Trying to play mysterious are we?" asked Shego.

"How often does an accountant of any kind seem mysterious...federal or not?" chuckled Dean. "And you?"

"Oh. I am mysterious and deadly," smirked Shego. "No need to play."

"You forgot beautiful," grinned Dean. Shego rolled her eyes but laughed.

"Good retort. So, apart from being a mysterious accountant and having questionable taste in music...anything else you want to share?" asked Shego. Dean raised a brow.

"I remember you saying you loved Dr. Drakken," he stated.

Shego felt her face go warm at Dean's words. While she knew he was referring to her shocked comment in the car about Dean's decree of loving his music...Shego knew, at that moment, she'd meant something else. Her mind went back to replaying everything that had transpired since she'd left Dean's car the weekend after Thanksgiving. The pathetic flirting, the failed scheme, the tent fort catastrophe...and the fact that Drakken would much rather be plotting away than spend another hour with her.

"Uh...yeah I did." She hated that her voice tried to portray her internal struggle.

"You okay?" asked Dean. She looked at his worried expression.

"Fine...just. I don't love him...that much... Just that I happen to—" Shego's attempt at back tracking was cut off by the heavy pool door opening.

"Could they make that door any heavier," grumbled Drakken as he walked in. "Oh good... I thought you'd drowned."

"Drakken?" asked Shego.

Shego wasn't sure what to think at that moment. Drakken had seemed adamant he wasn't coming swimming or in the hot tub. Yet, there he stood in his green and blue swim trunks she'd gotten him and a black t-shirt. He looked annoyed, which seemed to make sense, but him being there didn't. He gave a slight shrug and the smile she'd seen tug at his lips turned into a frown as he looked next to her.

"Who's he?" asked Drakken, with a head nod to Dean.

"Huh?" Shego followed his gaze to Dean.

Dean's expression was unreadable as he blinked rapidly at Drakken. She could see every muscle in his body had tensed up and his eyes slowly grew wider. Shego suddenly had a great concern about how much of a fan Dean might actually be. Getting distracted by a song in the middle of an intimate moment was starting to sink in. Dean's eyes shot to Shego and then back to Drakken. Shego looked back at Drakken. She was fighting a nervous laugh at how awkward this had gotten.

"Shego?" asked Drakken. He looked ready to leave.

"Shego? You said your name was Shea?" asked Dean as he moved back a little ways from her. "You. You're the Shego from the song...and he's Dr. Drakken. Oh god."

"Is he okay?" asked Drakken.

Dean was walking backwards and sinking slowly in the water. Shego raised her brow in confusion and slight concern. She looked at Drakken who held a mirrored look she was sure. He looked from Dean to her. She looked back at Dean as his nose was barely above the water. Shego couldn't tell if she was getting second hand embarrassment for the guy or if she was slightly annoyed at Drakken for his timing.

"I'm not sure what's happening here... I'll be in the hot tub," said Drakken. He shook his head and looked at Dean before walking the few feet behind them.

"Dean..." Shego sighed and looked at him. "You should know, the coolness you had is washing away."

He said something under the water that Shego couldn't hear.

"All right, when you've pulled yourself together, I'll be over there," smirked Shego.

She pivoted in her spot and then stood up. She snorted as she looked at Dean as he seemed to be glaring at his reflection in the water. However her attention fell on Drakken who tossed a towel on the plastic chair next to where she'd tossed her own things prior. The shock of Drakken actually coming to the pool had quickly faded to smug amusement. She'd clearly won her argument in his head without even having to continue it.

"Change your mind?" asked Shego as she stepped around him. "What happened to needing to keep working?"

"I was getting nowhere. I thought it was a good idea to take a break," said Drakken as he climbed into the hot tub. "I thought this would be hotter?"

"You thought you needed a break?" Shego shook her head and hit the button for the jets. "Funny, I thought I suggested that...hours ago."

"Yes, but you were wrong then," shrugged Drakken as he moved to the far end to relax. "That's better."

"Now. Before I get in here...are you going to have some sort of reaction?" asked Shego as she walked into the hot tub without waiting.

Drakken glared at her, as if trying to figure out her meaning. She realized how it might sound and backpedaled.

"Relax Doc. It's not a crack about the other night," she rolled her eyes as she sat near him. "You seemed to want space from my company... But since you're here now."

"Depends. Are you going to continue to push buttons?" asked Drakken as he leaned back but kept his eyes locked on hers.

"Always," she grinned. He sighed and shook his head. "Let's just agree we both said things we didn't mean?"

"So, you didn't mean them?" asked Drakken with a raised brow.

"I said let's just agree," said Shego.

"Fine." Drakken looked over to where Dean was.

Shego watched him grope the tiles for his glasses and bit her lips to stop the laugh.

"Was I interrupting something?" asked Drakken looking between Shego and Dean with a disturbed look. "I thought we talked about the seducing for funds thing."

"You wouldn't let me set you up on those dates... The ladies kicked the bucket now," Shego leaned towards him. "Could have been easy money Dr. D."

"Shego," he huffed.

"Met him at the club with Junior. He's an accountant," sighed Shego. "He's kind of cute."

"Did you slip and fall in here?" asked Drakken as he glanced around the pool. Shego shoved him.

"Hey, he's cute. Has money. Thinks I'm a goddess," Shego waved as Dean finally got out of the pool. "He just has one major flaw."

"Only one?" asked Drakken. He was still looking at her in confusion.

"Yeah...you," Shego sighed again and shook her head.

"Me?" asked Drakken. Shego didn't have to look at him to see the confused look deepened.

"You'll see," Shego gave a half smile towards him as she moved across the hot tub. "Have you collected yourself."

"Yes," replied Dean, his face still a tint of red. "So your name's not Shea."

"Maybe," shrugged Shego. She saw Drakken roll his eyes and look at the pink tiles around him.

"It is today," muttered Drakken and Shego snorted.

"And so, when you and I were—" Dean cut himself off. "You didn't say anything about knowing him."

He indicated to Drakken who looked to be zoning out.

"You fangirled enough without that knowledge," stated Shego.

Drakken closed his eyes and let the warm water engulf him as Shego talked to her new acquaintance. He would be lying to himself if he didn't admit to being a little annoyed. He'd planned on coming in here and relaxing with just Shego for company, not a random person she'd run into. It made him on edge with someone there. He wasn't exactly sure where Shego and her attempts at getting under his skin were either. The last thing he wanted was for her to make more snide comments. And he couldn't discuss their plans with Shego with the other man there. His face scrunched up in agitation. He would be getting more done and relaxing better back in the stuffy pink-toned motel room.

He felt Shego's leg hit his and the back of her hand hit his shoulder. Shego's voice came into focus.

"Drakken?"

"Hmm?" replied Drakken.

He opened his eyes to see her friend sitting on the other side of her giving a nervous smile and wave.

"This is Dean." Shego rolled her eyes as she lazily indicated to her friend. "Dean this is—"

"Dr. Drakken. Nice to meet you," waved Dean with a broad grin.

He saw Shego roll her eyes and Drakken narrowed his eyes in confusion as he looked between the two.

"I'm a huge fan...of your music... Not so much your personal activities," he rambled. "I mean not as much as I shouldn't be."

"Shego...?" Drakken asked after a moment of awkward silence.

"Meet the only member of your fan club." Shego rolled her eyes.

"Oh there's plenty more," said Dean. Shego looked disturbed.

Perhaps Drakken was tired, but it took a few more seconds for the words to click. There was a sudden wave of confidence hitting him as he grinned. Drakken felt he should cringe at the mention of that ill-fated song of his, but a fan was a fan he supposed. He'd prefer someone with more status than...did Shego say he was an accountant? Drakken fought an eye-roll. He looked like an accountant. Drakken wondered if the others he alluded to being fans of his were all similar to that.

"Always nice to meet a fan," grinned Drakken. He smirked at Shego. "I told you I have fans, Shego."

"A horrible realization that I am learning myself." Shego gave him a forced grin. "Clearly therapy has become too expensive in this world."

Drakken's grin fell and he shook his head before looking back at Dean.

"Personally you should have won... I mean mind control shampoo aside. It was the best performance," ranted Dean. Had he been talking this whole time?

"I wouldn't know. I was fighting our enemy backstage," shrugged Shego.

"Oh, it was great. I mean Travis didn't even want to arrest you because of it," ranted Dean.

Shego and Drakken made eye contact and looked at Dean. Dean's ranting trailed off.

"Friends with law enforcement are we?" asked Drakken. He leaned over to Shego. "How well do you know him?"

"He's a federal accountant and he drives a blue Lincoln with one dark green door," shrugged Shego. She didn't seem worried.

"Federal?" asked Drakken. He glared. "What branch?"

"I can't...disclose that." Drakken watched Dean's face twitch as he looked around them.

"You know what that means, Shego?" Drakken raised a brow. Shego had sat up now.

"Strange how we ran into each other again." Shego looked more alert.

"I see where this is going," said Dean. He held up his hands but didn't run. "I work in forensic accounting. I'm not involved in any more than pushing papers and signing documents...and I'll level. I'm the greatest at my job."

"You're here with co-workers from various departments," said Shego. Drakken's eyes shot open, "How many of them would love to arrest two people from a most-wanted list?"

"Considering most are here for a conference and hiring hookers...I'm going to take a confident guess at maybe five," nodded Dean.

Drakken and Shego looked at each other and Drakken relaxed as Shego shrugged and sat back.

"Your branch aren't really the shining stars of your alliance, are they?" asked Shego.

"Personally I don't get paid enough to care after I clock out," responded Dean.

Drakken didn't know if the man was playing himself down to make them at ease for his own protection or if he was being honest. Shego nudged him and shook her head, making it apparent to him that either way she didn't see the bespectacled guy as a threat. Drakken couldn't decide where he wanted to fall with his own judgment. Dean kept staring at him and Shego with a dopey grin on his face. Drakken shrugged and chose to follow Shego's lead. If she was wrong, he would harp on her later about it.

"Have you ever thought about making more songs?" asked Dean suddenly.

"Well—" Drakken began.

"I will burn the lair down," muttered Shego as she stared blankly forward.

"No," said Drakken. He glared at Shego.

"Really? That stinks," sighed Dean sadly.

"That too was a colossal waste of money," groaned Shego.

"You're just saying that because of our current situation," hissed Drakken. "You liked that song and you know it. How long was it my ringtone on your phone?"

Shego went to retort but Dean chimed in.

"Got a lot of debt?"

"And an overspending problem," stated Shego.

"How was that manicure in France, Shego?" snarled Drakken.

"Moon laser," she looked at her nails.

"...If you bring that up one more time—"

"If you guys weren't...well, you guys, I'd suggest bankruptcy," shrugged Dean. "It varies by the degree of your debt..."

"Yes, well, we are who we are," grinned Drakken. "So unless you have actual advice..."

He was about to continue his argument with Shego who was smirking at him.

"Hypothetically..." began Dean, "let's say there was a place where you could get untraceable funds."

Drakken and Shego both turned to look at Dean. He looked nervous and Drakken's interest was piqued. He looked back towards Shego who leaned back towards him and turned to raise a brow at him. Her interest also piqued it seemed.

"Hypothetically...where would one get such funds?" asked Shego.

Drakken smirked and moved a little closer towards her so he could hear Dean, who suddenly got a little quieter.

"Let's say there were quite a few people in a hotel...who would be out for a dinner...who may have cash funds for some illegal activities later," said Dean. He moved closer on the other side of Shego, "hypothetically."

"Sketchy...but elaborate," said Drakken. He leaned on the palm of his hand against the cool tile.

"Well...if they're not supposed to have these funds...and they're for something they wouldn't want anyone knowing about... They wouldn't be able to report it missing...since it never existed," said Dean as his arm went around Shego slightly, "hypothetically."

"Interesting. So for a few hours...this money would be...just lying around a motel room...unguarded," asked Drakken. Dean cringed. "Hypothetically."

"It would seem," smirked Dean. "Just a theory really."

"Shego..." said Drakken.

He was surprised by how silent she'd been. The amount of the single word use would have normally caused her to snap at them...at least him. He turned to look at her and froze. At some point he and Dean had started moving closer in their strange scheming...and Shego sat between them. He had to pull back as he was mere inches from her face. Dean seemed to realize he was in similar close proximity. He inched away from where he'd practically leaned on Shego.

Shego's hands were firmly in her lap, her eyes closed and head turned down. Her face was tinted, most likely with anger. She was chewing on her bottom lip. It was a clear sign to Drakken that if he and Dean hadn't noticed any sooner there would have been a plasma blast with both their names on it.

"Sorry," said Dean quickly as he slid away farther.

Shego opened her eyes and looked between the two and cleared her throat.

"So...this...plan," began Shego.

"Fictional theory," said Dean. Drakken nodded.

"Yes...hypothetically," Shego began. Drakken saw her cringe at the word. "What time would they go to dinner?"

"Does anyone even work here?" asked Shego.

She used the master key to enter their second room of the impromptu robbery. They hadn't even needed a distraction to acquire it. No one had been at the counter again, though the cold drink and the cookies left there had indicated someone had at least visited since they checked themselves in.

"That first room wasn't really worth it," scoffed Drakken as they had gained a measly three hundred. "We could have swiped more from the motel vault."

"Yes, but this is untraceable. No one will say it's missing. Unlike the motel safe," said Shego. Drakken closed the door behind them.

"I guess," muttered Drakken as he began opening up luggage. "Something tells me this is not one of the men seeking companionship tonight."

Drakken held up a red dress that still had tags on it.

"Those are men's clothes," said Shego. She held up a few items. "Perhaps he has a kink of what he wants his escort to wear."

"Oh," muttered Drakken. Shego smirked at the tint on his face.

"What size is it?" asked Shego. Drakken raised his brow but looked and handed it to her. "Oh. Versace. This was five hundred dollars."

"You're welcome," smirked Drakken. Shego shoved him playfully. "Oh...another one."

"Seriously?" asked Shego. She moved to lean over Drakken as he pulled out something shimmery.

"A sequin dress?" he handed it to her and dug around more. "Need heels?"

"Please let them be my size?" Shego whispered.

She snatched the dark blue heels and examined them.

"We should have brought a bag," said Drakken. He held up a dark blue jacket. "Shego? Thoughts?"

"Try it on," said Shego. She had already put the heels on. "Bless this kinky perv and his wallet. They're perfect."

"Yes or no?" asked Drakken.

Shego looked up to see he'd pulled on the dark blue jacket. It had a slight shimmer to it like her dress. She sighed and turned on the lights. The curtains were drawn either way. Shego snorted as Drakken struck a pose.

"Yes. I'm not feeling the sequins, but it's working for you," chuckled Shego. She held up the dress. "My turn."

Drakken and Shego sprinted into their hotel room and closed the door. They were both fighting back laughter as they heard people walking down the hall. They'd gotten so distracted in their 'shopping' antics that the two hours had faded rather quickly. Drakken tossed down one of their stolen duffle bags on his bed. It was filled with a few clothing items, some shoes, some expensive jewelry that probably belonged to someone's wife, and various accessories. Shego, still wearing a new coat, sprinted by laughing and flopped on his bed next to their loot.

"All right, guess what we got," laughed Shego as she patted the bed next to her. "It's time to play...guess that score."

"Hmm," Drakken flopped on the bed next to her. "Prizes included or cold hard cash?"

"Cash," Shego put the money behind her back. "Guess... Come on...best guess."

"Well we got cash out of twelve rooms...big amounts. Some petty cash. Ten thousand?" asked Drakken.

"How cheap do you think an escort is?" asked Shego with a raised brow. "I mean, glad you don't know, but up the bar."

"Seventeen?" Drakken shrugged.

"We got twenty thousand three hundred and fifty dollars," said Shego as she held up the cash. "Not bad for two hours."

"And a fashion show," said Drakken. He held up the sequin dress she'd gotten. "I like this one."

"Not the black one?" asked Shego as she dug it out. "Leather not your thing?"

"I see you in leather all the time," responded Drakken. He laughed as Shego hit him with a pillow.

"It's not much, but it's better than nothing." She was looking at the cash again. "It's still not enough for any master plans."

"We'll make it work," said Drakken as he looked at the sequin dress.

"Do you want the dress?" asked Shego as she yanked it from his hands.

"I would look amazing in that and you know it," smirked Drakken. Shego busted into a laugh and he joined her.

"I think we need sleep," said Shego after they settled down. "It's early but...I don't think I slept last night."

"I didn't," said Drakken. "I mean...an hour."

"All right, Dr. D. It's bedtime," sighed Shego.

She slid off the bed and tossed the money into the bag before shoving it onto the counter and grabbing her own bag. Drakken waited until he heard the door close before actually venturing to get ready for bed. His mind was on a cloudy high of adrenaline. It was coming down, but it was still there. He put on his pajamas rather quickly but deviated to the bag again.

He pulled out one of the jackets he'd gotten. It was a well-tailored blazer with black lining and lapels. The rest of the coat was a dark blue sequin. Shego had rolled her eyes when he kept playing with it, but she hadn't told him not to grab it. He yanked it on and looked at himself in the wall mirror on the closet door outside the bathroom. Shego was right, he was tired. He kept snickering at himself and he felt a little foggy all of a sudden.

Shego's voice cut his musings.

"Whatcha doing?"

"Nothing," Drakken responded.

He quickly yanked the jacket off and tossed it on the counter as he swung around.

"I was waiting for the bathroom," said Drakken casually. Shego rolled her eyes. "I was."

"Uh huh," she snorted and walked back into the room.

Drakken made his way into the bathroom past her and closed the door. He didn't take long but when he came out Shego was at the door to the hall. She was leaning out and talking to someone. The male voice that replied to her was Dean's. Drakken rolled his eyes and went to crawl in bed. He pondered what the guy might want. Perhaps a cut? It really didn't surprise Drakken; he had tipped them off and he wondered if Shego would give him some cash or tell him to take a hike. He heard the door close and the latch lock. The lights were turned off save for her bedside lamp as she had walked past the switch.

"Did he want a cut?" asked Drakken. "Because I'm not sharing."

"Relax," replied Shego as she walked past the foot of his bed. "He just wanted to give me his number and ask me out to dinner."

"He did what?" Drakken asked.

He bit back a laugh for as long as he could. Eventually it broke from his lips. The idea of Shego and Dean on a date was ludicrous. It would be like... Drakken's laugh died off a little as he thought about Dean. His dark slicked hair, thick glasses, rounded face... It suddenly dawned on Drakken who Dean reminded him of. He reminded him of Drew Lipsky. Who he used to be...or might have been. A devious minded fanboy accountant. He felt a twinge sorry for the guy as he looked at Shego. He couldn't blame him for trying.

"Did you let him down easy?" asked Drakken as he relaxed against his bed.

"Hmm?" asked Shego as she looked up from her phone. "Do what?"

Drakken looked at the smile across her lips, the slight tint to her cheeks...and the fact she was in fact placing his number in her contacts.

"When he asked you to dinner..." Drakken raised a brow at her. "How'd you tell him no?"

"I didn't," said Shego with a shrug. "He's picking me up for dinner after the conference tomorrow."

"You're...you're actually going?" asked Drakken.

"I kind of like him," shrugged Shego as she flopped in her bed. "I mean, I think he likes you more than he likes me but...I can change that. 'Night Dr. D."

Shego turned off the lamp and the room fell into darkness. Drakken lay there, still staring at Shego's silhouette. The bright glow of her phone faded as she put it down on the nightstand. He felt every muscle in his body twitch as he tried to pull something from his blank thoughts. He didn't know where his feelings were shifting to. The image of Shego on a romantic dinner with anyone was bitter and unsettling at the best times...but with Dean? With someone who reminded him every bit of who he'd tried to distance himself from? And Shego.

He sunk deeper under the covers and began pondering what she possibly saw in the scrawny, nerdy, accountant who'd come to their door. As Drakken fixated on it, he saw even more similarities between his college self and Dean. The only difference was that the younger man worked with numbers and he'd worked with robotics. By comparison, Drew was even more interesting.

You are Drew.

He glared at the words in his head. He wasn't Drew...well legally yes... But Drew was a loser. Drew was a pathetic push-over and a college drop-out. He was Dr. Drakken. A blue-skinned, maniacal, evil genius. Not a friendless nerd who cried in an empty lab at night.

Really?

Drakken pulled the pillow closer and swallowed hard. Shego went out with people plenty of times...didn't she? It never bothered him this much. But it did. Shego was probably feeling sorry for the guy, and he had helped them out. That was it. She wasn't attracted to Dean, just like she wouldn't be attracted to Drew.

You mean you. She'd prefer anyone but you...

Drakken felt his chest tighten as he turned around in his bed to face the wall. He didn't like the tension in his stomach and the itch in his eyes. He did his best to focus on formulas for his latest plan. Even if doing so meant he wasn't getting any sleep again. He'd prefer exhaustion to the alternative of fighting his own emotions. Because he never won those fights.

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