A/N: I know you will be disappointed with what I did here but you asked nicely so I wrote another chapter. I did something strange when I wrote this -that is, if I did it successfully. I wonder if anyone picks up on it. Nobody really noticed where I got this story from. Also, I realize I need to re-read what I write or get a beta. I will stop procrastinating... tomorrow.

Anyway, the best part about opinions is that everybody is allowed to have them so tell me what you think. Thanks for reading.

The sky poured buckets suddenly and strong winds accompanied the rain. I was about to clean the flower shop's door when I saw her. She was mumbling something to herself as if rehearsing lines and a hopeful look covered her face.

There she was, like a drowned little kitten in the rain and I observed her. She fumbled and dropped some of her things as she tried to get out of the rain but a couple of her papers were blown off by the wind and she did not notice. Those little pieces of paper conveniently pressed themselves against my shop door and found their way into my hands.

I grabbed my umbrella, flipped the sign to "Be right back!", and locked the door.

My feet splashed on the thin skin of water that covered the sidewalk. I tried to find her but she probably ran to avoid getting wet and she was nowhere in sight.

As I thought of where she could have gone to, my eyes found the papers I held. Mentally shrugging my shoulders, I read them quickly. I had always been curious to a fault and this time was no different.

Her handwriting was neat and lovely and I knew that somebody cared enough to teach her her cursive. Fine slants and curves formed the letters that formed the words that endeared her to me. Whoever these love notes were for were very lucky because the writer was obviously sincere, unfortunately, the addressee seemed to not return the affections.

I shook my head to clear the thoughts. Taking a random guess, I turned the corner at Queen Ave. and Hart St. and I spotted her sitting outside the coffee shop. She was thinking deeply about something and so I politely cleared my throat to catch her attention.

She looked at me with those forest green eyes and my heart stopped beating. Her red hair was in slight disarray and her clothes were more than just a little damp from the rain. I had a little trouble breathing, seeing her so closely. There as something very open and vulnerable in her gaze. I realized I was staring longer than was considered polite and began to speak.

"You dropped these," I explained as she blinked. "They are yours, are they not?"

She recognized the papers as I handed the dripping pages. Her hand was wet but warm.

She gave me her thanks but offered no more words. An invitation to have a cup of coffee in her company was at the tip of my tongue but I bit down the words. After all, she was vying for the attention of this person she wrote her letters for.

I managed to smiled weakly and walked away. I felt her eyes follow me as I turned the corner and found my way back to the shop. Not long after that, the rain stopped and customers came and went to order flowers. I almost forgot about the whole thing, really.

Almost.

A week later I just finished the weekly cleaning of the shop's glass door and windows. Business was slow for the day and I was doing up some paper work by the counter. I was beginning to get bored until she literally ran into the glass door of my shop.

She rubbed her forehead and muttered,"The glass is too clean." At first I was concerned because she could have injured herself but I had to stifle a laugh at the unintentional compliment on my cleaning skills.

She noticed me at my spot and the colorful blush in her cheeks was precious. And I knew then, that it was no longer coincidence. I had found her and this time she found me.

"Are you alright?" I asked, feeling only slightly guilty that I was more amused that concerned. She nodded and took a moment to observe her.

"I just need- um," She seemed to have lost her speech. I watched how her lips moved. "Um."

"Flowers?" I asked helpfully. I handed me a delivery form and told her to fill out her information and the person she wanted the flowers delivered to. I watched how she moved her wrist as she wrote in perfect script. My fingers wanted to run through her slightly messy red hair.

"Uh, yes," she responded.

I waited for her to continue. "For...?"

"Oh! For a girl," she finally revealed sheepishly, handing me back the papers. I snuck a quick peek. Ah, so the mystery woman has a name, Kim.

"A relative or a friend?" I asked her.

"Um, neither," she replied

"Ah, a date then?" I already knew the answers to my questions but I knew this conversation would allow me to observe her a little longer. It would be a lie to say that I was unhappy to find that she had my preference but I was also honestly disappointed that she had a date with some woman. It left an unpleasant taste in my mouth but I was also a little glad that she got the girl.

"Yes," Kim finally breathed out and then proceeded to enthusiastically babble about her upcoming date. It was... cute but more and more I felt like this Bonnie was not right for her. Suggesting that I would be a better pair is not my place but I would not carelessly toss aside Kim's feelings or dismiss the way she makes herself vulnerable with her sincerity. I certainly would not think twice about saying yes to Kim. Bonnie was a fool.

– Wait, Bonnie? Hm. Sounded familiar. I think somebody bought flowers for somebody with the same name this morning. Think, Shego, think.

My redhead paused in her speech and I decided to pay more attention. Referring to the flowers she should present, she asked, "I do not know, what do you recommend?"

A million thoughts ran into my head. I smirked a little to myself, already knew what flowers to give this... Bonnie. Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. Oh, I think I remember now. I looked at Kim's hopeful face.

"Follow me," I said, walking towards the back of the shop. I plucked out a peony.

"Just one?" she asked, confused. It was horrible, what I planned but it was worth it. I kept telling myself that.

"For you," I muttered, looking away to trim the stem and the extra leaves. I could not look at her as I schemed. She still looked bewildered.

She sucked in a breath when I stepped into her space. I dared to look into those green orbs as I tucked the peony on the front pocket of her cardigan. My hand lingered just a bit longer than what was considered appropriate on the soft cloth. I like you, I said with that one little flower, but I just cannot it say it yet.

"That," I said, "is for entertaining me today." It was not an outright lie. She blushed and I felt a heat spread through me. Shego, you horrible bitch. You really are doing this.

I picked out a bouquet of striped carnations and arranged them. With these flowers, Kim says good-bye to you, Bonnie. I walked to the counter. Glancing briefly at the form Kim filled out, I dialed Bonnie's number and canceled her date with Kim. Kim was only a steps away from me. She did not know a thing. She stood by the jonquils, caressing a petal. Love me, those flowers say.

"One of my brothers will deliver the flower in a few minutes," I said to her.

She nodded, "How much do I-?"

"It is on me," I said, rearranging the flowers to hide my nervousness.

"I could not – I mean, I did not even thank you for helping me out the other day. I probably would not have gotten a date with Bonnie today if you have not picked up those papers," she said. Her gratitude triggered my guilt

"Oh, that," I said. What is done cannot be undone but sometimes you still regret it.

"Kimberly Ann Possible, I cannot fucking believe you!" The voice at the end of the line screamed so loud I could hear it.

"Bonnie, what?" Kim said. She was clueless and so innocent.

"You know what? Forget you. I just said yes anyway 'cause Tara blew me off," Bonnie said. "I do not want to see your face again, you bitch." With every word that came out of that woman's mouth, I felt more justified but I felt even worse. Kim seemed to deflate with each insult, the sparkle in her eyes dimming a little and they watered.

"Wait!" the redhead said desperately as the walked back and forth but the voice on the other end was gone. I watched as she dialed that woman's number agitatedly but with no success.

"I guess we are even now," I said from behind her.

"What? What do you mean?" she asked.

"I was the reason you got your date, and I am also the reason why you lost it," I stated.

I thought she was going to spontaneously combust. It looked like she could not decide what emotion to settle upon: confusion, disbelief, and anger. She picked anger. Her face was red as her hair but it was not from from embarrassment but from anger.

"Why?" I said, "Because that girl did not want you. You said it took months to convince her to go on a date with you? And for what? You were second choice. It took me two meetings with you to realize that you are worth more than that." I winced a little at what I said.

"T-that is ridiculous. I do not even know your name and you do not even know me!" she responded, not unexpectedly.

I did not know what to do but what did I expect? Foolishly, I held my hand out, "Kim, I am Shego... I read your name on the form."

She looked at me like I ate her dog and grew three heads. Then, she laughed. I was a little worried that I broke her and she looked at me and laughed even louder. I reached to comfort her but she pulled away as if she was burned.

"You are freaking insane," she growled out and stomped out the flower shop. She slammed the door so hard I was afraid it was going to break into a million shards.

I groaned to myself and wondered how I was going to fix my mess. I glanced at the flowers on the counter and made up my mind.

After I checked the address twice, I set off to deliver the bouquets myself. I had to see for myself what made this Bonnie so special.

I remembered my conversation early that morning when a blonde woman came in.

"Excuse me?" she said politely.

I greeted her and asked her what she would like.

"I just realized that I have been a complete ass to my girlfriend and I need flowers to help with the apology?" she asked me hopefully.

After helping her pick her bouquet, she told me to deliver them in the afternoon. The card attached read simply, "I love you and I am sorry." From Tara to Bonnie.

I had compared the addresses when Kim left the shop and both sets of bouquets were meant for the same person. I found Bonnie's address easily and to my surprise, the blonde woman from earlier was already there.

"I could not wait any longer," she confessed to me and she took the flowers she ordered from me. She cast a curious glance at the other flowers that I held. When Bonnie opened the door, I explained how badly Kim felt about canceling the date and that Kim wanted to send flowers as an apology. She was only half paying attention to what I said and was more focused on the blonde who looked a little jealous at what I was saying. I left after I handed over the carnations. I found Kim's home next.

I stood in front of her door for a considerable amount of time but I knew she would eventually have to come home. She looked surprised when she saw me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Your address was on the form," I said.

"This is harassment," she grit out.

I knew it was out there by a long shot but I tried anyway, "Tell me you are not the least bit attracted to me and I'll leave." I did not even know if she found any interest in me.

"You are insane!" Maybe I was but her answer was not an outright no.

"You have already said that," I pointed out but presisted, "Tell me you do not like me and I will leave."

She bit her lip and I knew I was causing more confusion and anger. "Just leave."

Again, it was not an outright no and I felt some confidence. I smiled and felt that it would work out in my favor in the end.

"What are the flowers for?" she asked, looking away shyly.

"Cranberry. Cure for heartache." I would be the cure for your heartache, I added silently.

She looked up quickly to see if I was telling the truth.

"For you," I added, reaching out to hand her the flowers. I let out a quiet sigh of relief when she grudgingly took them.

"This is ridiculous," she said more to herself than me.

"You already said that," I reminded her, I was wearing her down! "Come on, what have you got to lose?"

"The love of my life," she muttered bitterly. I knew her self-pity rose up again and I had to say something before I lost.

"Bullshit. That girl dropped you on less than a breath," I said, trying to control my anger. She didn't love you! I almost wanted to shake her.

"Well, if you hadn't interfered-"

"It would have just postponed the inevitable."

She knew I was right. A pained look crossed her face before she used anger as a shield. "You are a psycho!" She was running out of things to say.

"Perhaps," I said.

"That's all you are gonna say?" she asked incredulously.

I have already said too much. Instead, I tried again,"Will you go out with me?"

"W-what?" Why does the question put you off so?

"At the very least you'd have a date tonight," I reasoned poorly.

"But, with you? Are you that delusional that you keep forgetting that you ruined my plans!" she yelled angrily. My thoughts ran along that line.

I shrugged and could offer no other words. "The best laid plans..." Perhaps this was a mistake.

She closed her eyes, eyebrows knit together as she tried to calm herself. Her face was open and vulnerable and this time, I was the cause of her pain. I wanted to soothe her and I did so in my own way.

I kissed her.

She opened her eyes as I pulled away. I knew, from the look on her face, that I crossed a line. I felt ashamed.

"I'm sorry," I whispered almost inaudibly as I turned to go.

She touched my arm.

"I need to think," she breathed honestly. It was not a rejection but a slow acceptance.

I looked into her forest green eyes and my heart started beating again.