Shego felt badly for rubbing her ally’s, even though she might only be temporary, discomfort in the red head’s face. It was more bad habit than an intentional attack, but it was uncalled for either way.
She sighed and sat on the bed. The other woman had been right, it was Shego’s fault. But she couldn’t have predicted any of it. And now the Princess who had helped her in more ways than she could have predicted, needed her help.
What a way to be forced out of retirement. Shego sighed and looked over the cat suit. It was hardly in useable condition, but her obsession with wearing such an outfit had compelled her to don it for her small breaking and entering.
There were several cuts and tears over the suit and the Velcro in the front was starting to fall apart. The whole thing was just begging for a strong wind to give it that last push to go to pieces.
Shego got up and walked into the bathroom, and started a shower. After triple checking the lock on the door she peeled the crumbling suit off and stepped into the hot water.
Donned in her more commonly seen borrowed pajamas she tiptoed down the stairs, her stomach begging for a bite to eat after missing an entire day’s worth of food.
She paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked in the living room, surprised to see the older woman still there. Shego paused, her hunger fighting with her mind.
Her mind won just barely with a promise of food after its deed was done, and before Shego understood what she was doing she was giving the other woman a comforting hug.
Wade had been two things when he found out what had happened. At first he was upset with himself for not knowing that Kim had leanings towards the female gender, even though it was impossible to predict, then he was upset with Anne. He didn’t like the thought that he had been used.
But concern pushed aside both emotions like a greedy child after candy. Kim was missing, presumably in Canada, and had been captured by Ron, who insisted on being called Billy, on the grounds that he loved her.
Needless to say the story had been quite the recap from the two women to him, and was complicated as they tried to explain what they knew, namely by stealing the phone from each other.
Shego’s side had been soft, loving, romantic, while the other end of the spectrum had been dominated by Anne. The older woman had been cool and calculating the whole time, and her face tightened up when Shego had mentioned Kim’s confession the night before.
Wade rubbed his temples, it had been twelve minutes since he had ended his conversation and the flurry of information was nowhere near helpful. What he needed was something tangible, something solid, something he could actually examine, process, and tinker with. Even abstract mathematical coding would have been easier at this point.
He sighed and looked at the information he had typed out as he listened, trying to pinpoint some place he could begin. Then he found a point that would work.
“Alright Drakken, let’s find out where you’re hiding today.”
Neither Anne nor Shego spoke of the hug. It was as if the very happenings were taboo. And both preferred it that way. It wasn’t that they hadn’t needed that moment of warmth, of friendship; it was that neither were sure if it was alright to feel it.
Anne despised Shego for ruining her daughter, and Shego feared Anne. It was simple, and it worked.
But if they resolved that, things would be complicated, and was something they both weren’t sure they wanted.
Even if the hug was nice.