I really like Minion. I really think Megamind as a child was adorable. I really like Hurt/comfort stories. I really wanted to write a story invovling these concepts.
This is the result.
Also...I don't really know what Megaminds name really is, although I've read a few fics that have his name as 'Syx' which is really cute, but I didn't copy. I just refer to him as 'the boy' 'the child' 'blue kid'
be warned...this fic starts out pretty serious.
Enjoy!
They were taking him.
His heart raced as his green eyes darted frantically over the shrouded faces in his cell, all unrecognizable except for the Warden, who scowled down at the blue child with obvious distaste. He couldn't understand why this was happening, what he could have said or done to warrant such a punishment, but he was sorry- so so sorry. He begged and pleaded for them to reconsider, give him another chance. He'd be good…he promised he'd be good, he'd do whatever they wanted, anything if they just stopped.
"Too late, Brat" The warden's voice was as strict and disapproving as always, his arms folded across his chest. "It's time you learned to start following the rules around here."
They were closing in on him now, backing him into the corner of his cell like a small frightened animal. Despite the raw fear inside the boy, he tightened his arms around the glass sphere containing his fishy companion, and held on tight.
"No! Go away!" he cried, terrified as several hands reached out towards him. "Stop it! Please, stop!"
He crouched on the ground, curling his body around the sphere protectively, struggling against the hands that were pulling, tugging, each trying to pry him away. As he felt the familiar weight of Minions sphere being ripped from his hands he cried out again.
"You Can't!" he screamed, outraged, tears running down his face. "You can't have him!"
But they were taking him anyway. Confiscating, they said, but it was just the same as kidnapping in his book. They were taking away his guardian, his companion, the only friend he'd ever had... and they were taking him as if he were nothing more than some object or pet.
"Give him back! Please!"
He fought against the hands that were now trying to hold him back; kicking, screaming, even trying to bite them, but he was powerless to stop what was happening. The blue child could only watch with wide terrified eyes as Minion was carried away, the fish swimming in frantic circles inside his sphere, calling out to him.
"No! Minion!"
He fought against the restraining hands again only to be pushed back to the ground. When he looked back up it was just in time to see the cell door being shut behind the retreating forms.
"No! Come back!"
Darting up from the ground he rushed forward, gripping the bars, looking down the long corridor the group was now exiting.
"Come back! Please!" he cried out, voice breaking into sobs. "Minion!"
Through his cries he could hear the distant sounds of his companion calling back to him.
"Boss…Sir…wake up...wake up, Sir!"
With a strangled gasp the blue child awoke in his makeshift prison bed, heart pounding and eyes still blurred with tears. He quickly looked down beside him, to the small glass sphere containing his fishy companion. Relief washed over him as he met Minions overly concerned gaze.
"Sir? Sir, are you alright?" Minion asked, looking frightened and worried. "You were yelling in your sleep, and kicking the wall, and-" the fish gasped as he noticed the traces of tears on his young charges face. "You're crying! Are you sick, Sir? Are you hurt somehow? What can I do?"
With a relieved sob, the boy scooped the sphere up into his arms and hugged him tight, still too shaken from his nightmare to speak. The boys usually bright green eyes were shut tight, and he drew his knees up, resting his forehead on the top of Minions sphere.
"Sir?" the fish inquired, in a more quietly concerned voice. "What's wrong?"
Minions sphere was pressed so closely against his young master's chest that he could feel the shuddering breaths he took.
"Sir?" He nudged the glass, hoping to coax a response from the boy. "You're starting to scare me, Sir."
The child let out a choked laugh, and Minion felt some of the tension leave him as the boy pulled back to wipe the wetness from his cheeks, and smile down at him.
"I apologize for my erratic behavior, Minion." He replied. "I am just so relieved that you have not been taken away from me!"
"Taken away? Sir, what are you…" the fish trailed off as he seemed to realize what had occurred. "Oh." he frowned in sympathy. "Did you have a bad dream, sir?"
The look on his young master's face darkened considerably at the reminder, the hands that had yet to release his containment unit tightened just a fraction, and arms pulled him closer once again.
"A Nightmare, Minion." he corrected. "It was a nightmare."
"Well it's over now, Sir." Minion tried to reassure his boss. "I guarantee nothing is going to get you here; this is prison, after all."
"But," the boy hesitated a moment, eyes darting nervously to the cell door. "But what if they take you away from me, Minion?"
Minion blinked in surprised, unable to deny how scary a thought that was, but trying not to let it show in his expression or voice.
"That'll never happen, Boss. Not in a million years."
The child looked back at him, his green eyes still shining with fear and uncertainty, and not for the first time did Minion wish he was capable of doing more for his master.
"I couldn't stop them," The boy admitted in a low guilty voice. "I couldn't protect you."
"Don't be silly, Sir: It's my job to look after you," Minion replied, trying to ignore how inadequate he suddenly felt. "I may not have big muscles, or even arms and legs for that matter, but I promise I would never-"
"That's it, Minion!" the boy shouted, face lighting up in excitement as he jumped out of bed, taking care to set minion's sphere on the bed.
The fish blinked in confusion at the sudden mood change, "That's…what, Sir?"
"I just got a brilliant idea!" the kid exclaimed, pulling a box from under his bed. "It will fix everything!"
"That's great, Sir!" the fish cheered, relieved to see the fear and worry gone from his master.
"Um…what is it exactly, sir?"
The boy took out a pencil and began scribbling on a piece of paper, eyes narrowed in concentration, but a determined and satisfied smile on his face.
"I'm going to build you a body!"
Minion blinked from his spot on the bed.
"A body, sir?"
"Absolutely! It'll be perfect Minion!" the boy declared, still concentrating on the paper before him. "A really cool Robot body! With arms and Legs and…and a laser!"
"Laser, sir?"
"To help keep you safe," the child explained. "This way no one can take you from me."
"That's a wonderful idea, Sir!" the fish praised.
"There!" the boy announced, picking up the paper and showing it off to his companion. "Look, Minion!"
The drawing was not something anyone would expect from a six year-old, it wasn't some crudely drawn stick person surrounded by flowers, but a rather detailed schematic. The list of necessary tools where written on the side, along with ideas such as weapons and shields. The body itself was …interesting.
"That looks amazing, Sir, but …why does it resemble a gorilla?"
The boy rolled his eyes as if it were obvious.
"Because Gorilla's are cool, Minion!"
"Oh! Right, of course!" Minion nodded, then frowned thoughtfully at the list. "Sir…I can't help but notice that we don't seem to have the necessary tools and equipment for such a suit."
The child's eager face suddenly fell and Minion regretted even bringing it up at the point.
"Well…it might take a little while," the child admitted, looking at the paper.
His face lit up again. "I could make a prototype though! It would be smaller, but it would still work!"
Minion grinned. "Fantastic, Sir! You truly are a genius!"
The child grinned at the praise, turning back to grab another piece of paper and making himself comfortable on the ground, scribbling away.
"Um...sir? don't you think such a task can wait til morning?" The fish asked. "It's still quite late and you need your sleep."
The child looked up at him with a worried frown.
"But what if they come while I am in a state of unconsciousness and detain you?"
"Well I may not have a robot body yet Sir," He replied, voice steady and sure, also letting the boy know that he had no doubt that he would have a robot body some day. "but as I was trying to say earlier, I would never allow them to take me from you."
"But-"
"And even if they did somehow manage to do so," Minion continued. "I would always find my way back to you, Sir. Always."
"You think so?" the child asked, hopeful.
"Absolutely, Boss!" he exclaimed, grinning his best grin. "So why don't you put your school things away and get back into bed, Mister. I'm exhausted just seeing you down there."
The boy laughed slightly and obediently put the supplies back into his box.
He hopped back onto the prison bed, pulling the thin covers over himself, and squirming to find a comfortable position before he turned to the side, facing his fishy companion.
"Do you feel better, Sir?" Minion asked.
The child smiled sheepishly and nodded, reaching out to pull the sphere closer toward him again; knowing somehow that Minion was right, that he would never leave him, but still wanting to keep him close.
"Pleasant dreams, Sir." The fish whispered as his master's eyes began to droop.
"Thanks, Minion" the boy whispered back, snuggling up in his bed, green eyes falling shut. "You're one fantastic fish."
Minion grinned; maybe he wasn't so useless after all.
"Anytime, Sir."
Yeah...I know. This was pushing it with the cuteness...and I'll admit its a bit rushed toward the end. I really thought the dream was a good idea though, thats what had me writing this in the first place.
anyhow...I have another Megamind fic that needs my attention.