Unexpected Plans

"SHEGO!" Shrieked Drakken from across the lab. His devastation ray only needed one more thing to make it complete. He puttered about the ray, tinkering and making adjustments when needed. Slowly, his agitation built. Where on Earth could Shego be? He knew most times when he called her this way, she would hesitate before coming. She would be very disinclined toward him, but she always came. The thought made his hair stand on end. Where could she be?

Meanwhile, the woman for whom he was worrying was held up in her small connecting bathroom, bent over the toilet as what little remained in her stomach was deposited into it. She'd been sitting there for the past fifteen minutes, dry-heaving and trying to keep from falling over. She felt so dizzy that she could faint. But she mustn't. A super villainess like herself fainting after a bout of nausea? No. Her pride would not let her do such a thing. When she was absolutely sure there was nothing left in her stomach, she flushed the toilet, stood, and shakily made her way to the bathroom counter.

Her first thought upon seeing her reflection was that she was pale. Too pale. Paler and greener than was normal for her. The thought was troublesome. She looked disillusioned at herself. She pinched her cheeks, trying to get some color in her face from anywhere she could. She took a good look at her face. Upon closer examination she realized she looked the part of a woman who hadn't had a decent night's sleep in days. Her eyes were watery from dry-heaving and she looked as though she'd been crying. She took a tissue and blotted away the tears, smudging her makeup in the process, which she'd dutifully applied that morning. Her mind was foggy, and she couldn't think clearly, as if a thin vale stood between her and a coherent thought. She was vaguely aware that someone was calling her name, but she didn't dare move. It took up all of her strength to remain standing, even while using the sink as a support. She was standing there another two minutes before she heard a knock on the door.

She cursed inwardly as she yelled, "I'll be out in a minute!" She could hear the footsteps retreating quickly. She gathered her composure and stood without the help of the sink. She shaped her face into one of nonchalance and, with a steady gait, made her way to the lab.

***

She walked into the lab, nail file in hand and sat on the couch, her expression passive when inside she wanted nothing more than to collapse into sleep. Drakken wasted no time in lecturing her over her absence, which melded into a rant over his latest plan. In short, he needed her to steal a diamond to power his ray. She nodded, and set off for the nearest jeweler.

As she meant to get up, a wave of vertigo hit her like a Mac truck and knocked her back down. Thankfully, Drakken's back was to her so he didn't see. She got up, slower this time, and went to her room to reapply her makeup before leaving. She reapplied her mascara, and was about to put it away, when a flash of red caught her eye. It was her calendar. A bright red circle was around the date of March the seventh- meant to denote her time of the month. Only... March the seventh was one week ago. She stared at it, blinking rapidly, trying to find some way, some means to avoid the inevitability of... No. The world was too horrible to think.

Flashes of that night three weeks ago came through her mind in snatches- she'd been very drunk that night. But she remembered with startling clarity how... Intimate she'd been with her boss. She had been drunk and made a foolish choice. Although... She dared think that she liked him. There had been signs... How she behaved under the moodulator for one... She wouldn't have been attracted to Drakken if the feelings weren't already there. Doctor Bortal had made the point strikingly clear.

She shook the thought from her mind. She'd steal his diamond, and stop at the drugstore on the way home. First things first: she had to know if she was really pregnant.