This was originally going to be a series of drabbles, but they all refused to be kept down to one hundred words. Then it was going to be many different one-shots, but most of them weren't interested in being very long. So now it's whatever you would like it to be: a series of either overgrown drabbles or underfed one-shots. Either way, they're all D/S and they're all the result of the hopeless romantic in me wondering how Drakken and Shego would get together.

None of the chapters are related to any others; each stands alone and has no bearing on any other chapters.

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"Love is a strange master, and human nature is still stranger." - Tarzan, Edgar Rice Burroughs

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It was just one of those days where she woke up wanting to be kissed, by someone—by anyone. She was tired, and she was feeling low, and all she wanted was to feel beautiful, to be needed by another person. Perhaps it wasn't fair of her to take her emotions out on the doctor—on a normal day, he was the last person she'd want to kiss, and besides she knew how deeply he read into everything—but still, she found herself standing just a little too close, leaning over his shoulder just a little too much.

And he got the hint, and he looked at her like he'd never seen her before, and that's when she panicked. It had just been her frustration, her loneliness—hadn't it?—and she was fairly certain she hadn't meant anything by it, or maybe she had; it was hard to keep a cool head when he was looking at her like that.

Or maybe there was a reason she'd chosen the doctor for her flirtations, because when he cautiously brushed a strand of hair out of her dazed face, she found herself smiling.

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