Post by Dr. Drakken on Mar 8, 2009 14:58:44 GMT -5
Title: Just a Summer Job
Summary: It's just a summer job. Or at least, that's what Shego tells herself when she begins working for Dr. Lipsky. But as the summer fades, she slowly re-thinks her career path. One-shot. Pre-series. Implied D/S.
Rating: PG for mild language.
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It’s just a summer job.
Or, at least, that’s what she tells herself. Every time Dr. Lipsky’s latest invention goes horribly awry, Shego reminds herself that when the summer ends, she won’t be secretary to an absent-minded inventor. She’ll be a teacher, who doesn’t have to help make deals with shady tradesmen with names straight from a comic book convention. Every time Dr. Lipsky says something vaguely sinister or sends Shego to “get funding” from a local bank at all costs, she has to tell herself that as long as she’s careful, she won’t get caught and she can carry on with life as planned. She’ll have a classroom with an oak desk and a name tag and a desktop computer and… And yet.
As the weeks go by, there’s this rush. Adrenaline, maybe, but that’s not it. Not entirely. Shego knows adrenaline. There’s definitely the thrill of the chase when Dr. Lipsky sends her on so-called missions. Sneak in, get the cash, get out, don’t get caught. It’s a deceptively formulaic process. But it’s not that easy. Each place is different; security systems range from fat cops and guard dogs to state-of-the-art infrared lasers. And the challenges they present…! Words fail to describe the emotion she feels—the stimulation— she feels each time she’s presented with a new robbery to execute. It’s a puzzle. A challenge. An adventure.
And then there’s time spent in the lab. It’s technically Lipsky’s basement in the middle of a lower-middle class suburb and it’s not very high-tech. Hell, it’s not even remotely high-tech compared to Go Tower. But he built everything in it and it’s hard not to be impressed. And his pride in his work—in their work—is infectious. She helps him, sometimes, as a lab assistant and that’s perhaps the strangest thing of all. When they’re working together, sometimes late into the night, they work as one. They’re a team. He needs her. And he doesn’t disguise that fact very well. He tries, yes. He has to preserve somemasculinity with a name like Drew Lipsky and those huge birth-control glasses. But he’ll give her this look of pure gratitude—or admiration or appreciation—sometimes, and Shego knows he would be lost without her. It was something she never got from her brothers when she worked with them. The monetary pay isn’t great—just enough to make ends meet—but to be important, needed, is a form of payment that cash could never match.
And then Shego reminds herself that it’s just a summer job and that at the beginning of September, she’ll be teaching sophomore English to a bunch of high schoolers. And she supposes they’ll need her to. They’ll need her to teach them how to diagram a periodic sentence and how to read Shakespeare without dozing off.
But they won’t need her as much as he does. They won’t be as grateful as he is. They won’t offer the excitement she gets from working with Lipsky. And when summer ends, she’s going to miss it. She’s going to miss him.
Summary: It's just a summer job. Or at least, that's what Shego tells herself when she begins working for Dr. Lipsky. But as the summer fades, she slowly re-thinks her career path. One-shot. Pre-series. Implied D/S.
Rating: PG for mild language.
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It’s just a summer job.
Or, at least, that’s what she tells herself. Every time Dr. Lipsky’s latest invention goes horribly awry, Shego reminds herself that when the summer ends, she won’t be secretary to an absent-minded inventor. She’ll be a teacher, who doesn’t have to help make deals with shady tradesmen with names straight from a comic book convention. Every time Dr. Lipsky says something vaguely sinister or sends Shego to “get funding” from a local bank at all costs, she has to tell herself that as long as she’s careful, she won’t get caught and she can carry on with life as planned. She’ll have a classroom with an oak desk and a name tag and a desktop computer and… And yet.
As the weeks go by, there’s this rush. Adrenaline, maybe, but that’s not it. Not entirely. Shego knows adrenaline. There’s definitely the thrill of the chase when Dr. Lipsky sends her on so-called missions. Sneak in, get the cash, get out, don’t get caught. It’s a deceptively formulaic process. But it’s not that easy. Each place is different; security systems range from fat cops and guard dogs to state-of-the-art infrared lasers. And the challenges they present…! Words fail to describe the emotion she feels—the stimulation— she feels each time she’s presented with a new robbery to execute. It’s a puzzle. A challenge. An adventure.
And then there’s time spent in the lab. It’s technically Lipsky’s basement in the middle of a lower-middle class suburb and it’s not very high-tech. Hell, it’s not even remotely high-tech compared to Go Tower. But he built everything in it and it’s hard not to be impressed. And his pride in his work—in their work—is infectious. She helps him, sometimes, as a lab assistant and that’s perhaps the strangest thing of all. When they’re working together, sometimes late into the night, they work as one. They’re a team. He needs her. And he doesn’t disguise that fact very well. He tries, yes. He has to preserve somemasculinity with a name like Drew Lipsky and those huge birth-control glasses. But he’ll give her this look of pure gratitude—or admiration or appreciation—sometimes, and Shego knows he would be lost without her. It was something she never got from her brothers when she worked with them. The monetary pay isn’t great—just enough to make ends meet—but to be important, needed, is a form of payment that cash could never match.
And then Shego reminds herself that it’s just a summer job and that at the beginning of September, she’ll be teaching sophomore English to a bunch of high schoolers. And she supposes they’ll need her to. They’ll need her to teach them how to diagram a periodic sentence and how to read Shakespeare without dozing off.
But they won’t need her as much as he does. They won’t be as grateful as he is. They won’t offer the excitement she gets from working with Lipsky. And when summer ends, she’s going to miss it. She’s going to miss him.
