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[The video feed flickers to life when Shego smacks her communicator a couple times by mistake, groping along the side of her nightstand for a chirping alarm clock. She switches off the alarm, sits up and runs both hands through her hair - Shego's bed-hair is a terrifying thing to behold, it looks like there's twice as much of it as usual.

She swings her legs over the side of the bed and then, finally, notices the communicator. She leans in for a closer look, looking tired and bewildered.]

Doctor D, the heck is -

[There's a flicker of recognition in her face, and then her expression becomes completely unreadable.]

No.

Oh no no no.

No no no no no NO NO--

[The screen fills with green energy, cracks, then goes blank.]

[OOC: ohai I'm back from hiatus <3]

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"It's called having a friend, Shego. Last I checked, a fight doesn't end your friendship unless you're five years old."

"And what if it's a series of fights that keep underlining the fact that your friend is a sexist, immature little jerk who can't take a joke?" Yeah, her time back home actually made her less tolerant of bitchy manchildren.

Kirk wasn't aware that she had a tolerance for them in the first place. "Because you're without faults."

It's either that or she just has a bottomless well of patience for other people with equally ridiculous skintones. "Ha ha ha. I can deal with being on my own, okay? I don't go in for mindless destruction when my friends leave."

"What do you do when they leave then?" Yeah, he's back to implying that she doesn't care.

She's noticed. "Does it matter? There's nothing I might do that'll make you believe I'm not some unfeeling monster."

"I'm just saying that's how you act. And I get acting like you don't give a shit about anybody. It works pretty damn well. But I think it's part of why you're here, so I'm obligated to harp on it."

"Why? Why does it make any difference how I behave when I lose somebody? Why do you think it's necessary for me to wear my heart on my sleeve every time something bad happens - how badly would I have to take it, for it to be enough for you?"

"I'm not letting you close yourself off, which is pretty much all you do when something bad happens. That's not dealing with it, as much fun as it is."

He sighed. "You have a pattern of doing this with people here, you know."

"Firstly, like you know anything about effective coping strategies. Secondly, no, I haven't. Now you're just making things up."

Functional alcoholism was a coping strategy, thank you. And so was copious amounts of promiscuous sex.

"And Rayne was...?"

"Rayne was a stupid idea that seemed better at the time, okay? Up close, the levels of total deal-breaking craziness were much more visible."

She sat down on the edge of her bed. "And even if you could use that as a legit example - which, by the way, you can't because it's not - there's still no pattern."

"But you still cut off all contact with her because you didn't like how she was acting, which is pretty much what you're going to do with Mozenrath?" Jim suggested.

"It could turn into one. That's the problem."

"So what am I supposed to do, since you're suddenly the expert? Hang out with people despite the fact that they're destined to drive me completely insane? I have yet to see what benefit there is for me, here."

"Why were you even friends in the first place with him then?"

Because he'd reminded her of Drakken and she'd needed something reminiscent of home to keep her anchored.

"I don't know."

"... inspiring story," Kirk rolled his eyes a little bit. "You have no idea why you even talked to him in the first place."

"There are a lot of people I talk to without there being any perceptible benefit to me, Jimmy," she said flatly. "See also the conversation we're having right now, and seriously, what do you care? We established a long time ago that it doesn't seem to make any difference what kind of person you are. Plenty of Wardens are basically hermits. What does it matter to you whether or not I have a social life?"

"Human beings are social creatures. Always have been and always will be."

"So besides anthropological generalizations, you have no reason."

"Maybe I just have nothing else to do besides bug you into being a normal person."

"Oh, like you know anything about being normal?" She stalked past him, heading for the door. "Face it, I am not the most dysfunctional person in this room."

Kirk at least had the control not to look horribly offended by that, even though he was thinking about socking her. Which probably just proved that he was more dysfunctional.

Time for a subject change then. "I take you're not really dead back home."

Truth hurts, Jimmy.

She waved a hand dismissively "I don't even know any more. Dead enough for the Admiral to drag me back here. Would you believe my job is occasionally life-threatening?"

"I never would've guessed," Kirk answered, sounding for all the world like he was sincere but the smirk on his face gave him away. "How's Kim?"

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