Saturday.
It was Saturday and I was up before noon. I glared at the piece of paper in front of me and frowned. I’d been working on it for two days and it still didn’t make that much sense. And now it was cutting into my precious ‘cuddle with Kim time’.
Bonnie liked Kim, maybe me, and was very close friends with Tara.
Tara liked Bonnie and Ron.
Kim liked me, and that was as far as that needed to go.
Ron on the other hand liked Tara, was friends with Monique, and Kim, and had feelings for Tara. Bonnie hates him though. No idea why.
Monique was friends with Kim and Ron. No idea if it went any deeper there.
And that was the tangled web I was looking at. Somehow I knew there had to be a way to get Bonnie and Tara to get together, but I wasn’t sure how.
In fact that was why I was up at six in the morning, staring at a crude drawing. Once upon a time I would have cared less what other people were looking for in a relationship, much less who, unless it me of course, but now…I felt like I owed it to the brunette.
I frowned at the paper, and tried turning it sideways to see if it helped make things clearer. I knew what the problem was, Bonnie and Tara where in denial about how the other felt, and were probably displacing it onto other people…but they could be displacing onto each other too.
I needed more information…and some help. I didn’t want to drag Kim into it though, nor did I want it getting spread into the school via the grapevine. This meant I needed outside help. Someone with resources, and wanted to make things better.
Or at least she acted like she did.
“Remind me what I’m doing in Ms. Possible’s kitchen?”
I inhaled deeply, “You’re helping me sort out a relationship web at is rather high schoolerish.”
Dr. Director looked at me dubiously with her good eye, “But why?”
I shrugged, “Prefer I cause trouble? Shag my owner? Maybe go sun bathe naked in the yard?”
The woman looked as if she was amused by the thought of me causing trouble, “Not really…Well the last one would be alright…but I’d want pictures.” She was smiling now.
I scribbled on my paper. Dr. Director – Lesbian. Possibly flaming and a major dyke.
“I am not a dyke. Am I?”
I grinned, “I’ll answer that after you help me. So what do you know about high school love interests?”
“That they’ll break your heart and stab you in the eye.”
I stared at her, “You can’t be serious.”
“Why not? It happened to me.”
I shook my head, and flipped to a new piece of paper, “Alright…here’s the deal…we need to arrange for a girl named Tara and another named Bonnie to get into some kind of situation…Preferably one that gets them to own up to how they feel about each other.”
“Blackmail.” She was serious. I didn’t even bother asking to make she was seriously serious either because her expression said that she was.
“Blackmail? You’re not trying very hard at this are you?”
She held up a hand in her defense, “No it’s simple…we doctor notes, something classic like a cut and paste letter, send one to each of them that tells them that we have proof of their little secret. We set up a meeting, same time same place of course, and let them figure out that they are both there for the same reason.”
I was honestly shocked. It was devious, ingenious, it was perfect. “I would hug you…but you might think I was hitting on you.”
She was grinning, “For you’re information, I have a girlfriend. She stabbed me in the eye, but it was fair…opposite sides of the law and all.”
I stared at her, “You are a very creepy woman, you know that?”
She shrugged, “You’re the one the dragged me over here at seven in the morning on a Saturday. I’d say you’re the creepy one.” There was that smile again. That “You know it too” smile.
“Alright…alright…just please…quit smirking like that…I do like the plan though. Umm…since I dragged you over here…breakfast?”
“Sounds good. Wait…Betty?” Kim’s voice was muffled as she struggled not to yawn. The yawn won easily.
The woman next to me at the table feigned innocence, as she spoke, “I was hoping that you and Shego had some sort of argument so far that I could use to appeal this whole thing. Granted I’m going to need a miracle at this rate to convince the board otherwise on their ruling, but then again they aren’t too happy with how things look now.”
I raised an eyebrow as I started pulling out cereal and bowls for all three of us. “Really now? And how do they look?”
The woman was smiling, looking right at Kim like she was proud, “They’re mad because Shego is legally protected as your pet. Not to mention she has no criminal record. We had to destroy all records of everything she did wrong to keep it from looking like we where creating false records to get a padded budget.”
She paused and poured some cereal into the bowl in front of her before continuing, “So needless to say the whole agency is upset with the board for blowing this thing.” She snickered.
Kim looked at me oddly, “Did you give her cereal, or drugs?”
Dr. Director snorted, and started to giggle, “Neither…I get addle brained early in the morning…because I need to go to sleep. So I shall say good-bye…!” She swayed on her feet out the door.
“She’s weird in the morning…she’s actually less scary when she’s being all hyped up ‘super-dyke’ at work.”
I looked at Kim in shock and started to giggle. “Only you would find her scarier like that then when she’s working.”
She was pouting that damned cute pout of hers that melted my down to putty in her hands.
Sexy green putty, but still putty.
I leaned over the table so our noses where touch, “You’re such a tease…such a tease Mistress…and I love it.”
She was blushing. She was a good tease…but she was still just as weak to it as I was.
And it was as cute as hell.
I couldn’t help myself as my lips pressed against hers, gently trying to drown myself in her.
“Ahem…can you not French my daughter at the table?”
Crud.
A/N: I am going somewhere with this. I promise.