Author's Notes: To say my muse left me would be simplistic. To say it kneed me in the balls, slammed my head into the coffee table, threw a glass of cheap Chablis on me and left with a biker gang that could 'treat her like the vixen that she is' (my muses words not mine), but it would be to much to write. There, now you know the true reason that I have been not writing in a while… That, and when I am too stressed, I am unable to write.

I have taken it upon myself to change some things up in my life. While this may not make my life less stressful, it will change the type of stress. I am starting up my own business. I used to print T-Shirts and other garments back in the dark days before I went back to college and got a 'real job'. I am going back to it. When I left it the last time, I swore that I wouldn't do it again for anyone else but myself. With the support of my wife, and the windfall of my inheritance from my grandmother, I am proceeding with the idea. More to come on that later, but for now, here we go with fanfics again…

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I walk into the office. It is almost cyclopean in its decorative sense. The oppressiveness that I feel from the desk puts me more on edge than I already was. Sighing I head towards it and the chair that is turned from me. "I have my final analysis. The memories are as you have told me. Everything is just as you thought they played out in her mind."

The black leather chair turns around slowly to reveal the cerulean skin of my employer. "Excellent, thank you for your services, the rest of your fee will be immediately transferred to your Cayman account."

I smile softly at the transformed man. Sighing inwardly, I remember from before this happened. "Now the assignment is over, Drew, perhaps we can go somewhere and talk about old times?"

The look that he cuts up to me from looking at the dossier on his desk tells me that my Drew isn't in today. I loathe Drakken, but my Shy, awkward Drew is still in there from time to time. I know he is, but today he isn't allowed to come out and play. "It's not that I wouldn't enjoy that, but right now I am snowed under in work. I do have your number, and when things straighten out here some, I will give you a call."

I nod as I turn around and leave the room. I know that he won't call me. Drakken is to domineering to allow him to call me. I know that Drew does come to the fore from time to time, but now when it comes towards me. Drakken is too afraid to let him travel freely down those paths.

As the door starts to close behind me I hear, "Shego, the Memory Insertion Machine was a success; it is time to initiate Phase Two."

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Yes, it is short, but another one is in the pipes shortly.