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Bedtime Stories Part 3
"Alright," said Drakken, he smirked, "While all the Henchman worked shirtless on... ow!"
"Knock it off, just tell the actual story," said Shego as she smacked him with a pillow, she smirked, "before I give you another scar story."
"Well that one would be easy to make a sexy story," smirked Drakken, Shego snorted at his eyeroll, "Alright, good, because I didn't have many henchman at the time and I was running out of ideas to appeal it to you and your..."
"Say kink and I will plasma blast you off the bed," said Shego with a glare, Drakken detoured his speech.
"Interests," he finished, she nodded, "Alright, so it was right after I let... I want to say Pauly... go. I was in need of a new Assistant..."
March 2002
Drakken readjusted the hinge mechanism for his redone prototype of the unfinished BeeBee Bots. It might have been easier to just use one of them and finish it up, but he wanted them to be perfect. He had a revenge plan on the back-burner after all, didn't want any spoilers before hand. Instead he'd gotten a great deal on some discarded parts for a few animatronic robots from a popular theme park. He had toyed with the idea of another Assistant, but his patience with fronting any social conduct with them was wearing thin. The idle conversations about their families or social outings could only push him so far. At least with a robotic Assistant, he could program them to have similar interests if he felt social. That's why he was making C.H.A.D. (A Certain Handy Assistant Decoy). So Chad wasn't the most well constructed and sleek-lined, but he would do. It was only for around the lab until he managed to get him fully functional and mission ready.
"Alright, Chad," said Drakken as the robotic glowing eyes adjusted to the room as he powered it on, "Let's try this again. Now that I've adjusted your strength, maybe you wont break the items I ask you to get."
"SqreechKar..." Chad's response was akin to a dial up modem and Drakken covered his ears and hit the silence button.
"Okay, still a few kinks to work out," cringed Drakken as he began to fix the wires in the voice box, "Maybe we'll work on that later."
Drakken stood back from his robot Assistant, trying to assess what other issues may occur. The strength might still need adjusting. He crabbed the controls, he'd opted to create a switch box versus vocal recognition, at least until all the minor things were worked out. He flipped the switches to run a test on Chad. His movements seemed fluid and less glitchy then they had the last several test runs, the walking still needed work. Drakken shrugged, it was a robot after all. He watched as the hand seemed to twitch as it picked up tools, one bent.
"So, that's still too much pressure," said Drakken as he turned the dial and went to turn the wrist joint.
It was an easy tweak, just loosen one screw and done. The clamp and hinge parts were easy, the voice box and the twitching would be a harder fix. He loosened the screw and Chad's grip seemed more stable, it was less jittery as well. Drakken put the controller down and looked at the exposed voice box. He reached for the tiny torx screwdriver. Chad grabbed it first and as was programmed went to hand the tool to Drakken. Drakken reached for it, but there was no delay. The jittering began again and it rammed upwards into his face.
"I managed to get to the off switch before I blacked out," said Drakken, Shego felt her stomach twist as his finger traced the scar, "It ended up along side my actual eye, good thing it was a small screwdriver, right?"
"Oh my god," Shego cringed, "You're right, there was no way to make that sexy... it went in your eye?"
"Well along side it," said Drakken and he pulled the inner corner of his eye to show where the cut went into, Shego motioned him to stop, "I told you it wasn't an exciting story."
"Just stop, ew," said Shego, she felt her skin crawl and Drakken laughed at her reaction, she looked at his eye again and found her hand jet out to tug his eye down.
"You can't really see it, just a small pinhole really," said Drakken, he swallowed hard as she looked at his eye.
"So you almost lost your eye and nearly got a lobotomy because you made a robotic Assistant?" asked Shego, her thumb still under his eye as she looked at where the mark continued.
"Yeah, after that I decided to give a regular Assistant another try," said Drakken, he gave a half chuckle but Shego could see the discomfort from the memory on his face, though that might have been from her probing she removed her hand.
"Good call," snorted Shego, though the idea still made her squirm, Drakken murdered by one of his hazardous robot inventions, she wondered how long he might have been there before he would have been found, she shook her head, "Alright, your turn. Fire away?"
"Name?" asked Drakken, Shego raised a brow, "Your name. What is it exactly? Is it Sheila? Rachel? Stephanie? Shannon? Your brother's don't change their names, so I'm curious."
"Oh," said Shego, it wasn't the worst question he could ask, but her feet shifted under the blankets as she shrugged, "It's nothing really. Just alias' for fun..."
"I call bull," said Drakken, he raised a brow and stared, "Come on... Your real name can't be as bad as Drew Lipsky."
"Or Ludwig DeMenz," said Shego casually, she'd forgotten about that, Drakken's eyes shot open.
"No!" smirked Drakken, he laughed so hard he slid off the bed, "Ludwig!? Why would you keep that from me?"
"I forgot," snickered Shego, as Drakken's head appeared over the side of the bed, "Cleopatra told me."
"Okay, now you do have to tell me your name," said Drakken, Shego shrugged as he got back on the bed, "It can't be any worse."
"Sheila," said Shego smugly, Drakken glared, "It is."
"Really?" asked Drakken, "Not Shayla or Rachel?"
"Maybe," said Shego, she smirked at his annoyed expression, "Choose a different question."
"Fine," sighed Drakken, he looked around and then had a deep look in his eyes, "Tell me about the Dollmaker."
"So Sierra was a name I once thought about..." Shego was cut off by Drakken.
"Nope, I chose the new question," said Drakken, Shego felt her stomach knot, "Or... what was their name... Dweller was one Mego brought up once."
"Choose another question," said Shego, she glared, she didn't look at him, "Nothing Team Go related."
"Shego, you said..." his annoyed tirade ended with a sigh as he stared at the ceiling in either thought or an internal tantrum, Shego didn't know.
"It's getting late... early," said Shego as she tugged the blankets closer around her and flipping off the small lamp on her side.
"We're friends, right?" came Drakken after a few seconds of silence, she'd thought he'd actually fallen asleep.
"That's a stupid question," muttered Shego, her stomach knotted at the fact he was even asking that, as if she went around laying in bed and telling stories with everyone, she glared and rolled her eyes, "Good night, Drakken."
"Night," she heard him say, though it was very quite.
When Shego woke up the next morning, well afternoon, it took sometime for the scene to pull itself together. Not the hotel part, or the fact the Hover Car was probably completely ruined by the rain now, not even the fact she'd clearly slept a good seven hours. No, that wasn't the scene that had time to click. It was more, how had she gotten into her current position, had she moved that much in her sleep? Her leg hung off the side of the bed, which was idly swinging in her current thoughts. She was in the middle of the bed, several pillows were where her head should have been, but instead, her head was slightly moving as her 'pillow' snored softly. While the rest of her was adjacent on the bed, her head had somehow, in search of a pillow, decided Drakken's chest was a good idea. She was staring at the light across the ceiling in thought. Her first thought had been to jump up act like nothing had happened, but her second thought was, why? Yeah, that had floored her enough to still keep lying here. She wondered if she'd move, if he'd wake up. He actually slept all night, god I am not doing storytime every night, is he four? She would shrug, but she wasn't about to move now, she was comfortable and it would be her luck he'd wake up and think they'd cuddled. God forbid with that pillow wall, he'd probably die. No, her mind was fixating on his last question, well really all of them. She swallowed hard, telling him about the Dollmaker? She might as well tell him about all the earlier Go Villains, more nightmare fuel then it was worth. She didn't want those nightmares back, and if she talked about it... they would. No, but the last question. "We're friends, right?" What kind of a question was that?
"Stupid," she whispered, she felt him shift and glanced to see him snuggle his pillow further, she looked at the clock, he was actually sleeping for once.
Shego's mind raced back to the questions again. Junior was her friend, and probably the only one she outright called her friend on multiple occasions. Most Villains had friends or were friends with each other on some level... well as close to the term friend a villain can get. Junior was the only, technically not considered Villain friend. Meaning their social aspect wasn't always heists, hits, violence, and evil. Actually, they more went out dancing, had drinks, sunbathed, and flirted with others together. Drakken knew that, so why ask such a question. She and Drakken did far more stuff outside villainy than that. Late night dinners, gossip sessions, holiday parties, karaoke, and now apparently storytelling. She rolled her eyes as she heard him shift and start to stir. Of coarse the dingus would need reassurance they were friends, it was Mr. Oblivious after-all. She felt him stiffen and his hand, already relaxed on her shoulder begin to try and scoot out from under her head.
"I'm already up," said Shego, he froze, but she didn't move, she sighed, "You know, that really was a stupid question.. Are we friends?"
"... sorry?" came the reply, she glared at the ceiling.
"You should be. I mean you know that Junior is my friend, and what Junior and I do... I mean all the crap you drag me into, is nothing like when I spend time with Junior," snorted Shego as she crossed her arms.
"Fine," he sounded agitated and Shego rolled her eyes, he was really going to milk this, wasn't he.
"I see you every day, even on my day's off. I mean, honestly do you know how annoying and needy you are, but there I am. Rolling my eyes and pretending to care, when half the time I'm wondering what's for dinner... we eat dinner together most nights, and talk about the stupidest things... When Junior and I go out, we flirt, dance, drink, have a good time... When we go out, correction.. I DRAG you out, it's complete disaster and we both end up watching crappy movies and gossiping," Shego ranted and there was a dawning realization in her head in flashback of all the things she knew, all the things he knew and she huffed at her own agitation, "Clearly you are not on the same level as Junior."
"Noted," said Drakken, and in one swift movement her head hit the mattress and he had walked off to the bathroom with a door slam.
"Hey! Ow!" said Shego as she rubbed her head and glared, she had half a mind to blast him, "What was that?"
She glared at the door and got up, about to knock and get her suite, but it was thrown out of the bathroom. She was about to slam the door open, but the sudden realization that the blankets had covered her but she was still in her briefs and his shirt, it was not clothing she would want someone to see her kicking Drakken's ass in, she looked at the room and cringed. She yanked on her suite and glared at the door, hoping he wasn't about to walk out because he was already being dramatic about her answering him. She zipped the front and stared at the door, now she was agitated.
"Drakken, you know you are being really dramatic right now," scoffed Shego, "Just because I didn't lament on it for twenty minutes, is no reason to act like I didn't clarify our friendship good enough for you."
"Shego, I am not mad, I... what?" Drakken opened the door as he was pulling on his gloves with a shocked look on his face, "Our what?"
"Our bond," Shego said with all the venom she could bare, "Uhg, I answered your stupid question, sorry it wasn't as detailed as you wanted it to be."
"Wait, you just said that our relationship was different then you and Junior's... after telling me how annoying I am," said Drakken, his eyes were narrowed.
"Doy! Do you think if Junior was that boring I'd hand around him, uh, no," said Shego, she walked passed Drakken and got her boots, "I can't believe you threw my suite out there, geesh, I'm never telling you anything heartfelt again."
"The fact that was supposed to be heartfelt is very concerning," said Drakken, Shego rolled her eyes, but he had a devious grin on his face, "So.. I'm your friend."
"Yeah," said Shego, God if I have to tell him this all the time now...
"And I'm a closer friend then Junior," smirked Drakken, Shego rolled her eyes.
"You think that Junior even knows about my brothers? No. I certainly do not go to karaoke with him.. I mean that's for a whole other reason," Shego cringed and felt her stomach knot at the idea of it.
"Shego... am I... am I your best friend?" asked Drakken, the grin on his face made her hands glow and he took a step back, "Okay, my misunderstanding... apparently you were very clear and I wasn't listening."
"Clearly," said Shego with an eyeroll, she froze, Did he not... nevermind.
"Shego," smiled Drakken, Shego regretted this now more then ever, "Your my best friend too."
"Pfft, I'm your only friend," snarked Shego, and Drakken rolled his eyes at her, she smirked, "Lucky you got a winner then, right?"
"Well, I don't know about that... Eee! Shego!?" yelled Drakken as she shot a plasma blast at him.
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