Shego awoke to an unfamiliar weight on her chest. She stretched, passing it off as the weight of the blanket, and blinked into the light that leaked through the tattered blinds. It was much brighter outside than she expected and she felt her heart sink at the thought of over-sleeping. She should have known better than to expect Drakken to set the alarm. The man can't even remember to wear socks half the time! She cocked her head slightly to read the faint green reflection of the clock that blinked above her on the ceiling. 00:11, 11:00 the right way round.

"Dr.D." She murmured, groggily raising a hand to rub her eyes. "Get up."

When no answer came she turned to crawl out of bed. The weight on her chest again caught her attention. She paused, inspecting hesitantly it with her fingers. A sudden feeling of nausea lurched in her stomach at the recognition of the offender. It was the striped flannel material of Drakken's arm. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to breath.

His arm was wrapped around her. He was pracitcally holding her.

She wanted to hit him, to jerk him awake and hit him senseless. And yet she was overcome with a strange calm in his proximity. Something about it just seemed so… familiar? As if she had been in his arms her whole life.

She released a shaky breath and eased her head back onto the pillow. His face was beyond her range of view, but his body rose with deep, slumbered breaths beneath the covers. She found a sense of security in knowing he was completely oblivious. Cautiously, she nuzzled her forehead between the crook of his arm and chest. His pajamas smelled like the fabric softener his mother used when she insisted upon doing their laundry.

Sleep was just about to reclaim her when she felt him stirring beside her.

"Shego…?"

"What." She mumbled sleepily. It took a moment for the closeness of his words, the sensation of his hot breath in her ear, to set in. Suddenly realizing the weight of the situation, she woke with a start.

"Ack! What are you doing, you perv?" She threw the blankets from her with a look of forged disgust. It was compensation, she knew this, for having been discovered in such a vulnerable position.

He looked up at her with wide, horrified eyes. "I wasn't doing anything!"

"You were spooning me, creeper."

"Don't try to turn this on me, Shego! You were spooning with me!"

"Uh, hello- You were obviously the big spoon. Big spoon takes full responsibility."

"But you initiated it last night!"

"I initiated close proximity- for warmth- not spooning!"

"Well same thing!" He grumped, crossing his arms.

"Hardly! Gahh-" She shuttered. "You tell anyone about this and I swear I'll-"

"Please Shego, I'm an evil genius! I have better things to do!"

"Then get up. We're running late. And there's no way I'm letting you see me in this nightgown ever again after what just happened."

"It's not like I'm going to-"

"Up!"

Drakken grumbled to himself as he crawled from the bed and set off towards the bathroom. "Next time I'm slipping you a sleeping pill…"

"In your dreams, Blue Boy!"

"Nnngh!" He slammed the bathroom door dramatically.

Shego leaned back, smiling to herself. A potentially awkward situation had yet again been evaded. She listened, satisfied, as the sound of running water resonated behind the bathroom door. Who knew, maybe later she would misplace the keys to the hover car. Another night in this crummy hotel couldn't possibly hurt, could it?