Shanon looked at her grade print off and sighed.
She had looked at it twelve times and it still said the same thing. It said that despite her constant studying, constant working herself half to death. But the print off told her that she wasn’t cut out to be a nurse.
She sighed and slumped down on the beanbag that doubled as her couch. She didn’t have a chance to make-up the grades now with finals approaching, and that left either repeating school, which she couldn’t afford, or dropping out.
Alright, it just left dropping out.
If she had any friends she would have called them up for a shoulder to cry on, but she had no one. She had spent her time over those books for so long that no one bothered to even call her to see if she was still breathing.
And that’s how she found herself at a small bar, sitting next to a depressed red head. Despite the woman next to her sad features she still had an air of nobility, or being something more than just another woman in a bar.
And that’s how it had slipped out. “Princess.” That little word that meant so much to Sharon at that moment; meant so much to Anne forever.
Sharon helped guide Anne to her dorm room, thankful she had only one drink. They had made their way inside, and Anne had done something that was so comforting, so loving, and in a way so selfless that Sharon was lost in those lips.
Anne had broken away and tried to avoid Sharon’s eyes. The raven colored hair swayed as she played a game of cat and mouse with the red head’s eyes. She gave up and just answered the question that Anne had proposed with that kiss with a kiss of her own.
It was lustful and needy, but it was just as passionate. They had gotten lost in each other’s lips and slowly broke apart.
The scene turned from romance to lust, and back into romance with each exchange of actions. They had roving hands, and lustful lips.
And then they found the bedroom.
Sharon was awake long after they were done. She wanted to stay, wanted to know this woman who had helped heal her, helped her feel whole…but she couldn’t. She wasn’t suited to be a nurse, much less the lover of someone so special.
With a trembling hand she took a piece of paper, and wrote two simple words on it.
Maybe one day Anne would forgive her, but even if the woman did, Sharon wasn’t sure she would forgive herself.
Author Notes: Sharon is the name I gave Shego’s mother in Twisted Dreams go read it to understand more! Chapter Thirteen features the birth on the Anon genre XD, and translated over to here perfectly. This short little bit was just something I wrote to fill in more about Sharon, perhaps fill in why she disappeared, and what she had to do with Anne.
And yes it’s creepy to think that before Kim and Shego existed that their mothers were briefly lovers. Guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.