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[Megamind] From Outer Space

Title: From Outer Space
Fandom: Megamind
Characters: Megamind, Roxanne Ritchi
Word Count: 850
Rating: PG
Summary: Roxanne gets a late-night visitor. Spoilers for areas covered by the blurb on the official site.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, amateur effort not intended to infringe on the rights of Dreamworks or any other copyright holder.
Author's Notes: This was written shortly after the second trailer was released. Keep this in mind if you are reading this at some point in the far future and feel the need to correct me; I'm working with all the information at my disposal.

A timid knock at the door pulled Roxanne from the television. With all the chaos that she'd been reporting on, she'd hoped for a chance to unwind with a good story. She paused the movie, set her popcorn to the side, and retrieved her TASER from its usual spot.

At this time of night, you couldn't be too careful. But would the big threats bother to knock?

She checked the peephole, but whoever it was wasn't showing up properly. She'd need to have a talk with the scientist who felt 'Metroman's Girlfriend' should have only the most up-to-date digital peephole for utmost safety.

The knock came again, almost desperate this time. She considered the matter, flipped up the safety cover on her TASER, and opened the door.

“I just want to talk! Really!”

It took a moment to register; Megamind was at her door, with a tan trench coat and fedora on over his usual outfit, and his hands up in surrender. She didn't lower the weapon, but didn't fire, either.

“Then talk. Convince me not to blast this until you pass out, then call the cops.”

He nodded, causing the fedora to fall off. His head really wasn't designed for hats. “It's . . . it's Titan. He's out of control, and I can't risk screwing up this time. You were always best at figuring out my plots, seeing where I went wrong. Telling Metroman just which piece of machinery to punch to stop my latest scheme. I need your help.”

Roxanne looked at him. He looked almost pathetic. She opened the door further and gestured with the TASER. “Fine, we can at least continue this conversation inside.”

He entered her apartment and glanced around; the apartment was moderate in size, comfortable, and only notable for its reinforced skylights that currently had curtains drawn across them. Bookshelves lined the walls, ranging in selection from research texts to battered paperbacks.

She sat in one plush chair, then indicated the other, still pointing the TASER at him. “Have a seat. Talk.”

Megamind sat, somewhat awkward in what was likely the most plushest chair he'd ever been in. It's hard to look dramatic in a comfortable chair. “I suppose I should start at the beginning. Metroman and I have always been enemies. Since we were children. Fighting him was as much a part of who I was as my lair. So when I finally won . . .” he winced. “I'm sorry. I know you two were --”

“Not like that. Sure, we dated a few times, accidentally got married once, but it was just work. At least for me. It's good for ratings if the lead reporter has an inside scoop on the city's hero. He was a little dim for my taste. But he was a hero.” She turned her glance to the side and took a deep breath.

“I didn't expect it. My plans had never worked before. I thought he'd lie there until my guard was down and then beat me up again, but he didn't get up. I couldn't think of anything to do at the time but release you and get out of there. Um, sorry about kidnapping you all those times, by the way.”

She shrugged, feigning indifference. “It was nothing. Not like you ever really meant it. Even with the alligators and flamethrowers, the worst I ever left with was a cracked nail.”

Silence reigned for a minute.

“Anyway. It was horrible, after. What's a supervillain, without a superhero? I didn't feel like working on any of my schemes, crime was pointless. And then I realized: Why not create a new superhero? Someone stronger, better than Metroman ever was --”

“You created Titan?” she yelled, “This entire mess is your fault?”

He raised his hands in surrender again. “I guess I don't need to cover the rest. Like I said, this is why I need you. You always know how to foil my schemes. I need to stop him – he'll destroy the planet, which even the worst villain would find immensely inconvenient – and as much as it pains me to say this, I need someone to troubleshoot my plans. Find the errors I need to fix, make sure it will succeed.”

She rolled her eyes. “A five-year-old child could find the errors in your plans.”

“Yes, but they're more likely to kick me in the ankles and refuse to help.” He smiled, slightly. He'd always been fond of the comely, defiant reporter. She posed a challenge; if he hadn't wished for that, he'd be satisfied in taking a random citizen who'd scream like a good victim each time. Now, he was thankful to have someone who'd learned his methods well.

She lowered the TASER and returned his small smile. “Fair. I'll help you stop him. Your plans were enough to stop Metroman, you have a decent chance of stopping Titan. At least, better than anyone else. And after . . . we'll see.”

Comments

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fyrewyre
Jul. 12th, 2010 02:56 am (UTC)
I like it. I like it a lot. The writing, the characterization. Given what you had to work with this turned out really well.

(Note to self, stop reading fanfiction until the movie is out)

Also, you refer to Metroman as Megamind at one point.
anyotaku
Oct. 24th, 2010 05:59 pm (UTC)
Lovely X3
It was such a wonderful fanfic ^^
I really love it!!! They are soo damm cute
netbug009
Nov. 18th, 2010 02:22 am (UTC)
“Yes, but they're more likely to kick me in the ankles and refuse to help.”

That line made me laugh. You have MM's character down well. :D
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