Shego was frustrated and confused.
Well she would have been if she was actually frustrated.
She had sworn to give up helping people, to look out for number one. But she had broken that vow now. She had helped someone, and it didn’t really do her any good.
She scratched her head as she stared at the sleeping figure on the couch, with the knotted red hair, the dirty skin, and those green eyes that had pierced her soul.
It made her shiver to think of those eyes. How proud they were, how fierce they had looked at her, despite the condition of their owner. Those eyes had challenged Shego, and she had backed down.
The girl had been sitting against the wall around the parking lot of the apartment complex. It wasn’t uncommon to see transients and bums sitting out there every now and then. They usually weren’t a problem, and even if they were, that’s what the police were paid to deal with. Or in the rare instances they messed with Shego, that’s what the paramedics were for.
But this girl had been sitting there, and had watched Shego as she carried out her bag of trash. Those eyes had tracked the dark haired woman the entire way from the building, to the dumpster and back again.
That was three days ago.
Every day, every time Shego left her apartment, to jog, to go earn her money, or even just to go clubbing that girl had been sitting there, and watched Shego.
So Shego had to know what the girl wanted.
“Look Princess, I don’t give a piss what you want, but stop sitting there and staring at me.”
Those eyes hardly blinked, “Why…Angels don’t care about those in need?”
Shego frowned, “I’m hardly an angel Pumpkin.”
“So you’re a demon?”
Shego stopped, and thought about it for a moment, “Only in bed.”
The girl had smiled at the joke.
It was hard to break Shego’s sour mood once it had begun, but that smile had done it.
“Look kid, you really can’t just keep sitting out here all the time. You have to live somewhere.”
Those eyes had flickered a little, the life in them threatening to be blown out, “Just here…watching you.”
Shego sucked in a small breath, “Why are you watching me?”
The girl shrugged, “The way you walk…its like poetry…you’re obviously do something to stay in shape…” She trailed off, obviously catching herself babbling.
“You watch me because of how I walk?” Shego wasn’t sure if it was creepy or cute.
“Well….yeah…you got a natural confidence, with just a little bit of a flaunting attitude in your step. Though when the mail man is around you tend to wiggle your hips more.”
Shego felt a little defensive, “Well of course! I need to make sure people notice me somehow.”
“The pale-green skin doesn’t?”
“I meant in a less freaky way.”
The girl smiled, “It’s exotic, not freaky.”
“Alright you win Pumpkin…You want a sandwich?”
The girl had practically attached herself to Shego.
“I take that as a yes.”
Despite being dirty and tired looking, the girl actually had a pleasing aroma around her. Shego caught herself drifting over that thought, and chased it away.
The girl had devoured Shego’s peace offering like she hadn’t eaten in a month.
Hell she looked like she hadn’t. Under the large coat the girl’s ribs could probably be counted.
It felt silly of Shego to lead the girl to her apartment and not invite her in; after all it wasn’t like she was a threat. She had beaten up men stronger than the red head, and they hadn’t been half-starved.
So they sat in the eating area in the small two room studio apartment. It was a nice place, a balance of Shego’s simple needs and exotic taste in plants and art. The girl was obviously impressed.
Shego was a little disappointed as her guest started to nod off, and carried the limp sleeping figure and put her on the couch.
That’s when it had hit her. She had been kind to someone, and really didn’t have anything to gain out of it. Sure the girl had captivated her, and was captivated by her, but that was it.
It wasn’t like she could make the girl something useful like a pet. She shooed that idea away. It was horrible. Well cute, but horrible.
Then there was the whole nickname bit that had just come naturally to her. She had given the girl two in a matter of minutes without even considering it. It was wrong, even if the girl seemed to like them.
It was settled. The girl had to go when she woke-up. She was interesting, but useless to giving Shego anything.
Well…save for the company.
Author’s Notes: The homeless girl should be obvious. So what does Shego do for work? Why is Kim homeless?
What does this all have to do with cookies?
Next Chapter: Throwing out wanted guests.