Shego was sleeping peacefully. Or rather she had been until she inhaled a mouthful of red hair, causing her to choke.
She thumped her chest, managing to get the coughing fit under control. She regarded her new “pet” with annoyance. She was just like a cat, she knew there were rules she ignored them.
“Maybe I need to invest in a squirt bottle…” Shego padded out of her room and stretched. It was too early to be up, but since she was wake there was no going back.
She could go out and see if she could make a few extra bucks, but the idea didn’t feel very appealing. As a free lancer from everything from insurance fraud to theft to vandalism and “protection” work had begun to lose its interest. Which was how she had found herself renting a small apartment. Which also happened to be in a small town in the middle of nowhere.
She put herself through some simple stretches and tried to figure out what to do with her unofficial vacation.
She had nothing.
She sat on the couch and flicked on the television, a television show about pet care coming to life on the screen.
“You got to be kidding me…”
Kim woke up about noon and stretched. She had stayed up until three waiting for Shego to go to sleep so she could sneak into the bed. Despite the unusual hours it meant she’d just slept it was nice.
She paused as she heard something jingle. She looked around and tried to spot where the noise was coming from, but she couldn’t find it. Then it dawned on her.
She gently reached up and poked her neck, and discovered a collar with a bell.
Sneaking up on Shego for an affectionate pouncing was hard and quickly proved to be impossible with the bell around her neck.
“Morning Princess. Just in time for lunch.”
Kim made her best attempt at looking extremely cute, but Shego avoided eye contact, proving the one weakness of the red head’s tactics.
“The collar stays on. You wanted to be a pet, and now you are.”
Kim pouted and poked the sandwich in front of her.
The day didn’t get much better as Sego avoided Kim’s affection, mostly thanks to the collar. The dark haired woman knew it was making her “pet” depressed, but it was necessary. She needed to make sure that the miniature social structure in her apartment was maintained.
Unfortunately waking up early in the morning had made her tired. Which meant a nap was in order.
Shego woke up. She was cold. Then she understood why. The covers were missing. Not just the ones that she slept under, but the ones she slept on top of too. All the bedding was just gone. Her pet wasn’t even there to keep her warm.
She staggered out of the dark bedroom and looked about the living room, and spotted the red head, napping on the couch will all of her bedding wrapped around her like a cocoon. Shego growled and tried to steal the precious warmth giving fabric back, but the girl had a good grip on it. Too cold and tired to care she managed to half carry and half drag the bundle back to her bedroom, and tossed it on the bed. The girl shifted a little, letting some of the blankets loose enough to allow Shego slip under them.
Shego woke to a nuzzling in her neck. Light was coming through a crack in her curtains telling her it was day. She frowned, deciding that she really needed to find better things to do than sleep and let her estranged pet manipulate her.
Heavily considering the squirt bottle idea again Shego went to get up, but a pair of arms wrapped around her middle pulled her back into the bed.
“Damn it Kimmie…I’m not staying in bed all day.”
Shego could almost feel the pout behind her, “And stop moping. You’re not a little kid.” She squirmed free of the arms and stomped out of the room, annoyed at how complicated the girl was making things.
It was really simple, Kim was the pet, as per her requests, but she didn’t act much like a pet, well maybe a cat.
The show from the day prior had talked about animal pets, but it had spelt out things pretty clear, pets want affection.
And her pet was a sponge for it. Shego sighed and ignored the jingle behind her.
She could feel a pair of watery eyes staring through her, “What do you want Pumpkin?”
“I…I’m sorry…”
“For what?” Shego twisted in her chair and looked at the girl, who looked like she was going to go to pieces.
“For making you mad,” Kim sniffled. here, and sit on my lap, okay?”
The girl did with no complaint, and leaned against Shego as the pale woman hugged the girl, “No crying okay?”
“What if there is a sad movie on?” Kim looked up at Shego with innocent eyes.
“It better be a REALLY sad movie then, got it?”
The red head nodded.
“Good.”
After their informal brunch Shego found herself wondering why she had comforted the girl. Granted the girl was upset at her words, but Shego never comforted anyone. Ever. It was against the Rules of Shego to be comforting. She scratched her head; then again being affectionate to someone to make them happy was against the rules too. It seemed every rule Shego had made for herself to keep her emotionally strong…emotionally safe was being broken.
It was confusing. Then again so was the girl. The girl who would only give her first name, and wanted affection so badly that it seemed like she was addicted to it, like a drug.
Who was she?
Kim sighed and lay back on the couch. ‘Bad Possible. Bad.’It wasn’t really her thing to scold herself or feel guilty about doing things, but this was different. She had upset her mistress, and she felt horrible about it.
Though her apology had earned her a small chance to sit on the other woman’s lap, it wasn’t enough of a trade for the guilt. Even though it had been nice to be wanted close by Shego. Kim’s cheeks burned as they changed to a shade of bright pink.
The moment was ruined as her collar caused her to scratch. It was a cute dark green with a small black bell, and helped compliment her red hair, but it still drove her crazy with the jingling. She made a small mental note to remove the little ball out of the bell when she got the chance.
To her disappointment her chance to ‘fix’ the bell had come sooner than she could expect. Shego had dressed up in her “I’m going out and moping at the club” dress and matching knee high boots. Kim tried pouting, but the woman left anyways. But only after kissing the red head on the forehead after the girl promised to be good.
Shego didn’t come back until the next morning. Kim had waited by the door patiently the whole time though, only taking one break for a snack. She had dark circles under her eyes from fatigue. She yawned as the doorknob turned.
The door opened slowly, and a heavily hung over woman stumbled through, supported by another woman who had an eye patch. Kim clung to the hung over one.
“Princess…let go…please…”
Kim didn’t let go at the woman’s plead and instead helped the stranger guide Shego into the living room.
“So Shego, who’s the new guest?”
Shego was slumped over sideways in her seat, the back of the couch supporting her, “Well…she’s Kimmie….I ‘unno more than that….”
The woman wanted to ask more, but Shego and Kim had collapsed against each other, asleep. Instead she made a mental note to ask about the collar later.
Shego was the first to actually wake up. Kim had made a pillow out of her chest, and she decided to leave the girl alone for now.
“Odd…I remember you being more protective of those dirty pillows of yours.”
“Betty, they are not dirty, nor are they pillows!” Shego protested with a blushed.
“She seems to think otherwise.”
Shego let the comment slide. “Thanks for getting me home. I’m sorry I passed out on you like that.”
“You better be! It was like you were trying to go spelunking in my top!”
Shego turned redder, “Not in front of Kimmie!” She covered the sleeping girl’s ears, “You don’t need to be giving my pet ideas.”
“Pet? That explains the collar at least. So where’d you get a pet? Black market?”
“By the dumpster….she kept watching me. I think she got attached a little too quickly.”
Betty shook her head, “I’ve seen people get arms broken for brushing up against your hair. But she can sleep on your chest, what’s the deal with that?”
Shego looked guilty, “It’s nice having her around…”
“Ooooh….kinky.”
Shego threw a couch pillow at the woman, “Not like that! I’m not into women! Yeesh! You of all people should know that “Dr. Director.” You’ve been trying to get into my pants since high school.”
“I did manage to once.”
“Because you were WEARING them.” Shego shook her head, “You amaze me sometimes. The leader of a quote, unquote ultra cliche, top-secret anti-crime branch of the government is not only a dyke, but she has the hots for a felon!”
“Not my fault you keep doing illegal shit. I’ve offered you a generous contract, and full pardon several times, but you keep turning it down.”
“Because it’s only good if I have sex with you.”
The woman shrugged, “Not my fault you have horrible taste in lovers. Though she does hold some promise.”
“You are not screwing Kimmie.”
The woman smirked, “That’s her choice.”
“And she’s MY pet.”
“Oooooo…defensive…and a little testy. Are you sure you’re not really a gay man in drag?”
A bolt of plasma over the woman’s head answered her question.
“Alright, alright, no more drag queen jokes. Anyhoo, I need to jet. Remember if you ever change your mind…”
“Your bed is always open. I know.”
“Bye!” And Betty was gone.
Author’s Notes: A little crazy, but fun, eh? I just thought it’d be interesting to look at Dr. Director’s personal life. After all canon wise it doesn’t exist! And this just provides a plot device for at least the chapter.
UPDATE: Chapter was modified a little to make some minor details clearer.
Next Chapter: Shego goes to work.