Author's note: I still don't own "Megamind" or any of its characters. (But I will own the DVD, since tomorrow is the U.S. release date!) :D Anyway, as always, feel free to leave feedback, and thanks for reading.


The late spring breeze whipped Roxanne's skirt around her knees. Her woolen pea-coat kept the brisk air from edging into cold, but she held on to Megamind's arm anyway.

She couldn't help feeling a sense of déjà vu; she'd walked this way with "Bernard" just weeks before. Megamind even smelled like him; that faint, musky scent of cologne and leather had so intrigued her when she'd thought she was dating a museum curator. The leather scent made more sense now, but she'd never have guessed that Megamind was the cologne-wearing type.

Despite having been reassured earlier, Roxanne still worried. How much of the man she'd gotten to know had been the real Megamind, and how much had been improvisation? Would she ever get the chance to find out? Roxanne pushed the questions away, determined to enjoy herself today. Even (especially?) if this thing with Megamind didn't work out.

She really wanted it to work out, Roxanne acknowledged uncomfortably. It had been a few weeks since the big battle, so she couldn't blame her continued attraction to the thin blue alien on shock, or a misplaced sense of gratitude, or any of the other emotions she'd tried to pin it on. That was not a good sign.

While Roxanne was wrestling with her own practical nature, Megamind was simply concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other and not grinning like an idiot. It was so great to have Roxanne walking next to him—as Megamind, not Bernard—that he had to keep reminding himself not to stare at her in wonder. His hearts thumped a rapid drumbeat in his chest. Meanwhile, the ache in his ribs let him know that he was not, despite all evidence to the contrary, dreaming.

Megamind took a deep breath in an attempt to recollect his scattered thoughts, but his plan backfired. Roxanne smelled like lemons. It was nice that she was so close to his height, he mused. That way he could look into her eyes when she was talking, or just standing next to him…

Suddenly those blue eyes met his own. Megamind jerked his gaze back to the sidewalk in front of them. Roxanne noticed, and decided to take advantage of his discomfiture. "See, isn't this nicer than kidnapping?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know," Megamind replied, recovering smoothly. "I can think of some advantages." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Roxanne rolled her eyes (which he had expected) and blushed (which he hadn't). He was irrationally pleased by this reaction, even when she muttered something that sounded like "perv."

They made their way to a relatively secluded patch of grass. Children's voices echoed from across the park. Megamind leaned against a tree, the rough bark scraping his back through his thin dress shirt. He folded his long limbs into a cross-legged position. Roxanne sat close by, knees curled up beneath her, sun dappling her face. He was just close enough to see the cute freckles that dusted her nose. She'd always vehemently denied the existence of said freckles, but he'd always considered them part of her charm.

Despite the caffeine that was undoubtedly coursing through his system, Megamind relaxed for the first time in what felt like months. Then again, maybe that was the effect that caffeine had on his species. He closed his eyes in contentment.

"You never really answered my question," Roxanne commented, startling him from his reverie.

"W-what?" he stammered. "Which question?"

"About your plans for the future," she replied, improvising a little. "You said you'd think about your new name, but what are you going to do for, you know, a job?"

He stared off into the distance. It wouldn't do to admit that he'd been avoiding thinking about that. But he couldn't think of anything else to say. "Become a hero, I guess," he said after a moment. "Use my horribly evil inventions for…delightfully good causes?"

A giggle escaped Roxanne's lips. "That sounds like a yogurt commercial."

"Yoggert? Eugh." He made a face. "I don't eat that stuff."

"What? Why not?" she asked curiously.

Megamind examined her face for indications of insanity. "Because it is fermented milk with bacteria added to it," he explained as if to a very slow, very small child. "Why would anyone eat that?"

"But—but it's good bacteria," she argued weakly, too amused to think properly.

"Maybe for you," he retorted. "It always made me sick." He allowed his eyelids to droop shut again. "A product of my alien biology, I suppose."

That last sentence struck Roxanne like a blow, as she'd never really stopped to consider how very different his body was from a normal human's. Actually, she'd almost forgotten that he was an alien at all, despite the fact that he healed quickly and never scarred, even after years of explosions and battles. "Ah," she said, feeling stupid. "You're planning to use your formerly evil inventions to help the city, then."

One eye cracked open. "Oh, sure," he said unconvincingly.

She couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Oh? Then what are you going to use the robo-sheep for?"

Both of his eyes snapped open and focused on Roxanne in mingled shock and admiration. "How did you know about those?"

"Not telling," she said airily. She'd never admit that she'd heard him brag about them to Minion once when they'd thought she was still unconscious. A good journalist never betrayed her sources. "How are you planning to use them for 'good'?"

"They could be used in the rappy," he said. "Like dogs."

"Therapy?" Roxanne echoed, incredulous. "But they have rocket launchers built into their sides!"

"Don't forget the jetpacks," he added with a proud smile. "I was pretty disappointed that I couldn't use them to fight Metro Man, back when…well, you know." Megamind's voice trailed off as he remembered that painful night at the museum. Suddenly he had an idea. "What if I reprogrammed them to be good robo-sheep? Perhaps they could help protect human infants from their natural predators, or something!"

"What 'natural predators'?" Roxanne asked, intrigued despite her horror at the idea of war machines taking care of newborns.

"Oh, you know." He gestured vaguely. "Sharks, alligators, that sort of thing."

"Sharks can't travel on land, and the only alligators in Metro City are in your lair," she pointed out. "Besides, babies need humans to protect them. Not rocket-powered robotic livestock."

"Right. Um. Well." Megamind scratched his goatee sheepishly. "Back to the drawing board, then."

She took pity on him. "That's alright. Rome wasn't built in a day, after all."

"Thanks," he said, and sighed. "It's just…"

"What?" Roxanne questioned gently. She scooted a little closer to hear his answer.

"Being evil was my raisin detter," Megamind said, plucking at a blade of grass. "My reason for living. I was the bad guy, Metro Man was the good guy, and…well, we fought, he won, that was life. We had a nice little routine going. Now I'm not—I don't fit." He rolled the grass blade between his index finger and thumb.

Impulsively, Roxanne reached out and touched the back of the restless blue hand. He twitched at her touch and then held very still. "You don't know that," Roxanne said quietly, maintaining the contact. "The people of Metro City accepted you as a hero pretty readily a couple of weeks ago. Maybe you should give us the benefit of the doubt."

"I'd hardly count you among those heathens," Megamind scoffed. Her fingertips were warm against his hand. "You are much more intelligent and certainly more capable than most of the citizens of Metrocity." As always, he pronounced the name as if it rhymed with "atrocity."

"Thanks," Roxanne said wryly. "I'm flattered. But don't you think you're holding the rest of the city to pretty unrealistic standards?"

"Not at all," he said. "If I don't expect more out of them, what reason would they have to improve? I won't always be there to protect everyone." Assuming he could protect anyone in the first place, said a nasty little voice in the back of his head.

She had to admit that he had a point. "Just try to go a little easy on them at first, hm?" she suggested, giving him a little smile.

"Oh, I'll work them into it," he assured her. "After all, I need some time to adjust to the idea myself." Megamind leaned his head back against the tree and stared at the sky. "Maybe a lot of time," he muttered.

Lack of sleep caused Roxanne's brain to take leave of her body. Or at least that was the only way she could rationalize lacing her fingers more firmly with his and squeezing comfortingly. If she'd been in her right mind, she probably would have pulled away from him rather than drawing nearer and leaning her own back against the big tree.

Then again, if she'd done that, she might not have seen him glance over at her with that painfully hopeful look that tugged at her heart. And she might have missed the little smile he gave her as he returned the squeeze. Their eyes met and held. The moment grew, stretching like taffy, and neither knew what to say.

Roxanne finally spoke just to break the silence. "Your hands are warm," she said, looking down at the blue fingers twined around her cream-colored ones.

He followed her gaze. "Ah, yes. That would be because my body temperature is naturally a few degrees higher than a human's."

"Oh. I wonder why I never noticed that…before." She'd been about to say "when you were Bernard," but she was reluctant to bring up the "B" word again.

"You mean when I was wearing the holo-watch?" Megamind asked, shooting her a sidelong glance. "That would probably be because of the gloves."

Okay, now she was surprised. "What? But I didn't feel any spikes!" His hands had felt a tiny bit odd, Roxanne admitted, but this was too much.

"I have more than one pair of gloves, you know," he pouted. "Not all of them have spikes. Those were my work gloves."

"As opposed to…?" She couldn't remember seeing any others. Then again, maybe she hadn't been paying attention.

His mouth quirked. "My supervillain gloves were made mostly for protection, hence the thick leather and spikes. But my work gloves are made for precision." He wiggled the fingers of his free hand to demonstrate. "The thin polymer is heat resistant and less conductive, so I don't burn or shock myself while I'm building my inventions. I wear them pretty much all the time."

Roxanne thought that over. "So does that mean you've never held anyone's hand before?"

She was close enough to see the tips of his slightly-pointed ears darken to a rosy pink as he looked away from her. "You are correct, Ms. Ritchi, as usual," Megamind said in a defeated sort of voice. It was obvious that he was telling the truth.

"Roxanne," she corrected, watching him carefully.

"What?"

"You keep calling me Ms. Ritchi. Just call me Roxanne." Her lips curved in a mysterious smile.

"Roxanne," Megamind repeated, transfixed. Something in her expression reminded him powerfully of the last date they'd had in that same park, when they'd shared secrets on a picnic blanket. For that short time, he'd managed to convince himself that he was just a normal guy, one who didn't stick out and had a chance at getting the girl. He'd surprised himself with how good he'd been at lying, and not only to himself.

Guilt closed his throat, and he slipped his hand out from under hers. "Roxanne," he began, "You know, I never got to tell you, I'm sorry about—"

"I know," she interrupted, placing her index finger against his lips.

"Can you forgive me?" he asked around her finger. The way he said it, like he was trying not to hope for the best but failing miserably, made Roxanne feel awful. He was obviously expecting her to say no.

"I'm here, aren't I?" she answered, pulling her hand back, and he sagged a little in relief. "Besides, you're not the only one at fault. In hindsight, I—didn't handle things too well, either. Can you forgive me?"

"For what?" he asked. "You behaved exactly as I had expected you would."

Ouch, Roxanne thought. He'd expected her to react that badly? Not exactly a commendation of her winning personality. Then again, she had come close to death several times that day, so she couldn't be too hard on herself.

His hand curled into a fist on his lap as he continued. "Besides, I deserved it."

She shook her head. "Whether you deserved it or not, I took out my stress on you. I'd like to think that I would've been more reasonable if I hadn't just survived that harrowing experience with Hal."

Megamind's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Roxanne stared at him in shock. "You mean you don't know?" How could he not have known? Hadn't he been the one to give Hal his powers in the first place?

"Know what?" he pressed.

"I thought—you—huh." She frowned, a distant look in her eyes, then shook her head to bring herself back to the present. "Well, anyway. You remember that night, when I came in with my hair standing up on end, and you said it looked exciting?" He nodded, concern showing in his face. She looked away. "Well, it looked like that because I'd just climbed down from the top of Metro Tower. Hal left me there when I told him I wasn't interested in dating him. After tossing me in the air like a rag doll a few dozen times." Roxanne shuddered a little at the memory. Being in tall buildings still bothered her, and the psychiatrists had warned her that she might always be afraid of flying. "He said he was 'saving' me, when he was really just toying with me. I haven't been that scared in a long time." She finally glanced up to see Megamind's reaction.

What she saw shocked her. Megamind's face was slack, nearly devoid of emotion—except for his eyes, which blazed with a raw fury she'd never seen in him before. If she'd had any doubts left as to whether or not he'd really known about the Hal Incident, that alone would have convinced her.

"That bastard," Megamind growled fiercely. "I should have destroyed him!"

"There was no way you could have predicted Hal's craziness," Roxanne argued. "I mean, yeah, you gave him super powers, which was stupid, but I worked with Hal for years and I still had no idea of what he was really like." It was still a surprise to her that she hadn't noticed anything odd about her cameraman in all that time. Then again, she thought she'd known Megamind too, but now here she was.

"I could've disintegratedhim," Megamind continued. He mimed holding the gun and pulling the trigger. "Fwoosh! No more Titan. It would have solved all our problems." Although he tried to keep his tone light, he wasn't entirely joking.

Roxanne laughed shakily. "I guess I should have brought it up earlier and saved us both some trouble," she said. "I just assumed…"

Comprehension dawned, taking the wind out of his sails. He dropped his hands into his lap. "You assumed that I knew."

She nodded, then shrugged a little. "I'd just managed to solve the puzzle that night, and Titan—I mean, Hal—was at the center of it. When I found out that you'd created him, thinking you'd chosen him on purpose, I…made the logical connection."

"No wonder you were so angry." He'd considered asking about her hair that night, but he'd forgotten. And then the battle with Titan had wiped all thoughts of romance from his mind, replacing them with less lofty ambitions like "not being burned to death by laser vision" and "keeping his limbs attached to his body."

"Well, yeah, that was part of it, but not all," she said, giving him a pointed look. "I was still pissed about you lying to me."

He ducked his big blue head and looked up at her through his lashes. "Yes, I know. I won't lie to you like that ever again, Roxanne," he promised.

"You'd better not," she warned, not about to let him know how thoroughly won over she was. He was just so earnest! And—cute. How was it that she hadn't noticed before? But then, she hadn't noticed a lot of things, like how the muscles in his lean arms moved when he gestured, or the way his green eyes softened when he looked at her…She mentally shook herself when she realized where her thoughts were headed. Get ahold of yourself, Roxanne! she thought, hoping she wasn't blushing.

Megamind didn't notice. "I won't," he said vehemently. Hopefully he wouldn't need to. Staying honest would take some hard work, but he'd do his best. Maybe he could practice not lying with Minion. That fish was the most honest soul he'd ever known. Perhaps not the best quality in an evil henchman, he thought in hindsight. Oh well, that didn't matter now. "I swear it on my honor as…a former supervillain!" Megamind tried to strike a heroic pose.

The silly picture he made—sitting cross-legged on the grass with his shirtsleeves rolled up and arms akimbo—made Roxanne chuckle. "I'd better be getting back," she said regretfully. "I've got half a dozen reports to clean up before work Monday."

"Oh, of course!" he said, smacking his forehead. "I lost track of time."

She stood, brushing grass off of her skirt and stretching her legs. When she'd worked the wobbles out, she offered Megamind a hand. He took it gratefully and hauled himself up.

"I think my legs are unconscious," he commented.

Roxanne smiled at the turn of phrase. "Yeah, mine fell asleep too." Stretching her arms above her head, she leaned first to one side and then to the other. "I just hope I didn't get grass stains on this skirt. I really like it."

"Me too," the blue alien murmured distractedly. The skirt showed off her…curves…quite nicely.

She followed his gaze and abruptly stopped stretching. "Augh, you are so predictable!" she exclaimed, punching him lightly in the arm.

He merely grinned. What was it Minion had told him back in their shool days? Ah, yes: with girls, any contact is good contact. "If I'm so predictable," he asked Roxanne slyly, "then why are your cheeks turning pink?"

"You're seeing things," she said, sticking her tongue out. It was childish, perhaps, but it still felt good.

"Oh, definitely," he murmured. His eyes flicked downward briefly and his grin widened. "Good things."

"Ugh, you are such a guy sometimes!" Roxanne exclaimed, throwing up her arms in mock anger as she swept past him.

"Why, thank you for noticing, Ms. Ritchi," he replied cheekily, dancing ahead of her.

She lengthened her strides to keep up. "Well, you never know," she said with mock seriousness. Actually, she had wondered once or twice if his taste for the theatrical indicated a sexual preference, but she decided not to inform him of this. "You are an alien after all. Plus, with all the leather, and the spikes…"

He was genuinely offended. "Hmmph. I'll bet you never doubted Metro Mahn's masculinity," he interrupted, lips pursed. "Just because he looks more human."

"Huh?" Roxanne blinked, surprised by his sudden leap of logic. "No, I didn't—of course I knew you were a guy, just—"

"What, you didn't know that I had feelings?" he suggested acerbically.

She had to admit that her words sounded pretty bad out-of-context. "No, I knew that, too," she said, trying not to insult him any further. This whole "explaining herself to Megamind" thing was new; in the past, she'd gleefully misled him, trying to confuse him with double entendres and mocking his malapropisms. But now that she knew him better, and knew that he cared about her…She sighed. "I meant that I wasn't sure if you were—" Roxanne paused, almost hoping he'd interrupt her before she said anything she'd regret later, "—interested in me," she muttered. There. She'd said it. She mentally smacked herself for sounding like such an idiot.

When a moment passed and he still hadn't spoken, she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Megamind was gaping at her, jaw slack.

"What?" she snapped defensively.

"You…you didn't think I was attracted to you?" Megamind burst out incredulously. "But the—I mean, what about…all the…flirting?" His hands fluttered in the air as he tried to get his point across. Then a horrible thought occurred to him. "Wait, that was flirting, wasn't it?"

Roxanne's first instinct was to say "of course not," since until recently their interaction had been limited to hostage situations. But then she thought back over the past five years. How they'd met on her first field assignment when she was fresh out of college, the witty barbs they'd shot back and forth, neither willing to back down, the way he'd made a new hostage chair every time she'd complained of discomfort (even if he'd explained it away as "part of the evil plan").

Now that she thought about it, Megamind and Metro Man (and even Minion) had been perfect sounding boards for her one-liners, and she'd never been afraid of Megamind himself, only—occasionally—of a creation that he'd lost control of.

"I…guess it was," she said slowly. She'd never really thought of their past relationship in that context before, but it was a pretty accurate description.

"Oh, good," Megamind said with a relieved smile. "For a moment there, I…well, haha, never mind that." He was babbling. He could just hear Minion saying, pull yourself together, sir!

Roxanne brushed a lock of hair out of her face. Suddenly the humor of the situation hit her, and her smile grew into a grin, which blossomed into rolling laughter. She doubled over, holding her stomach as she giggled uncontrollably.

Her laughter was contagious, and soon they were both rolling with mirth in the middle of the sidewalk. Passersby gave them curious looks. Megamind finally straightened and took a deep breath to steady himself. "Whew," he said. "Wow. I don't know what went over me there."

"Me neither," Roxanne said, panting and wiping a tear from her eye. "And it's 'came over me.'"

"Potato tomato," Megamind retorted. He started walking again, and she fell into step beside him. "Do all reporters insist on correcting people all the time?"

"Only the good ones," she countered. They were close enough that his sleeve brushed hers. She reached down and took his hand, smiling when he jumped a little. "What's the matter, are you all bantered out?" she asked teasingly.

"Ahem. Nonsense, I'm just giving you a chance to rest your feeble human brain," he replied loftily. In reality, his non-human brain turned to mush when Roxanne held his hand like that. Her skin was warm, and a decidedly soft part of her was pressing up against his arm…The witty repartee could wait.

"Uh-huh," she murmured, seeing the dreamy look in his eyes. Then she spotted her apartment building down the street. "Oh, we're here."

Pushing aside his disappointment, he asked, "Can I walk you to your door?"

"Sure." Roxanne was pleased. No one had asked her that since she was in high school. Well, not unless they had other intentions, anyway. And to think she'd thought Megamind didn't have a romantic bone in his skinny blue body.

When they'd crossed the street, she pulled him into a little alcove where they couldn't be seen from the street. "I had fun today," she said honestly.

"So did I," he said, unconsciously leaning toward her. "Maybe we could do it again?"

"Sounds good." She reached up to brush another wisp of hair away from her forehead, but Megamind beat her to the chase. He tucked the strand behind her ear.

Then he realized what he was doing and jumped back. "Oh, uh, sorry about that," he said quickly, blushing for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

Instead of responding verbally, Roxanne stood on her tiptoes and kissed him full on the lips. Megamind was so surprised that he didn't respond at first, but then his lips softened and he returned the kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. One of Roxanne's hands snaked around his neck and caressed the sensitive skin there. He shivered.

They pulled apart after a few seconds, panting a little, hearts racing in tandem. Roxanne was the first to regain her voice. "So, I'm free next Friday night," she hinted. As much as she'd like to do more, she didn't want to rush things. There was still a lot for her to think about.

"Me too!" Megamind said happily, consigning any and all plans he might have had for Friday evening to the devil. "Would you like to—go out and do something?"

Her smile was all the answer he needed. "I get off work at six," Roxanne called as she climbed the steps to the front door of the complex.

Megamind stood there, mesmerized by the sway of her hips, until she disappeared inside the building. Then he hopped on his hover-cycle, revved the engine a couple of times for good measure (did noise pollution count as evil?), and let out a joyful whoop as he sped toward home.


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