McCoy couldn't say he hadn't been expecting something like that. Shego's other self was a good woman but a stubborn one, a stubbornness that most likely left the Shego he knew with many unpleasant memories of the consequences of it.

He turned to the cabinet, unlocking it and taking out a bottle of small red pills. "These are from my time, effective in treating insomnia with a dreamless sleep." He glanced back to Shego. "They'll stop the symptoms, maybe long enough to take care of the cause but they're not a cure, as I'm sure you well know."