Why?

Disclaimer: Not mine. If it was, my stories would be on T.V. And I would be very wealthy. ;)

Okay, I thought up this one shot while I was in Costa Rica, which was a fabulous trip, by the way. I might continue it, the story, not the trip, but only if a lot of people want me too. So, please review and tell me if you do. And what you think. I'm open to constructive criticism, but please, no flames. They make me sad.

Anyway, enjoy!

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SMASH!

A green and black desk lamp lay shattered on the floor, partially melted from contact with a plasma encased fist. Shego glared at the lamp, then turned and stalked away from it. She slammed a fist into the wall, green paint flying as she punched through the outer casing. Turning once more she finally spoke, voice raw with emotion.

"She treats you like dirt!" she snarled at the empty room. "And you don't even realize it! You all but worship her, and for what? So she can drop you as soon as the next pretty face comes along?" The villainess suddenly sank down on the edge of her bed, all the fight going out of her.

"You deserve better than her," she whispered. "You're stronger and smarter than you feel, than she makes you feel."

She squirmed around on the bed until she was lying on her stomach. Then she reached underneath the mattress and felt around with her fingers. She felt her gloved hand close around the edge of a warn photograph and drew it out. It had no frame and was folded twice. She glanced self-consciously about her, in spite of the fact that her room was empty except for her, the door locked. Then she gently unfolded the picture.

It had been taken by a security camera in one of Drakken's lairs, so the quality wasn't the best, but that was immaterial. It showed a young man in a black shirt, gloves and gray cargo pants. He was pressed against the wall slightly, preparatory to peering round a corner. In spite of that his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere as he had an almost-smile on his face and his eyes seemed to look far away beneath his thatch of blond hair.

Shego put out a hand, almost shyly and traced his jawline with her forefinger. "She's so self centered, Ron," Shego told him, as though the boy in the picture could hear her. "Why do you think you get no credit on missions? I know she usually does more than you, but you're always there risking your neck for her. And yet she is the only person ever shone on the news. The rest of the world doesn't even know your name."

Shego moved her fingers over the photo again, touching Ron's face, his eyes, his hair. An unguarded tear slipped from the corner of her eye and rolled slowly down her pail cheek. Shego failed to notice the tear until it fell onto her bedspread.

When she saw it her mood changed once again. She glared at it, then angrily stuffed the picture back under her mattress.

"And you just put up with it!" she accused, rising to her feet. "You could have someone better! Someone who appreciates you, and deserves you!" Her voice was furious, but as she spoke more tears forced their way between her eye lids, as though eager to join the first. The villainess stomped to her punching bag and proceeded to attack it with as hatred as she did Kim Possible.

Finally, she dropped in one motion until she was crouched on the floor. There she rested her dark head in her arms and let herself sob.

"Oh, Ron." The words were muffled by her tears and hair. "You could have me."

Then she did not speak, she merely cried. But no one heard her through the thick walls of her isolated room.

And that was just the way she wanted it.

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There it is, then. It always feels to me as if Shego puts on a tough face in public to hide something, in this case secrete feelings about a certain sidekick. Once again, if lots of people want me to make this into a story I can handle that, but I would have to wait until I finish one of the three other fics I currently have going.

Oh, sorry about the length, I couldn't make this one any longer without making it boaring. If I continue, the other chapters will be longer.

So, review and tell me what you think. As always I am open to help with grammar and spelling. How else would I improve?