*A/N Alright, so, I watched Megamind and basically fell in love with the movie, so I decided to write a fanfiction about it. If you're waiting for my next Doctor Who book, don't worry, I'll get started on it soon.

I don't think it was that easy for either Megamind or Roxanne to adjust to their changed lives. So, this is my idea of what went on after the movie. I think that this will be a more long-term project, as I don't really see any end to this story yet. I've got a lot of ideas. This story is going to be basically a mix of everything: romance, angst, adventure, suspense, friendship. So, let's get this story rolling.

Chapter One

The night was cold and damp. It had recently rained, and the streets and sidewalks were all wet. The streetlights' reflected glaringly off of the slick road. It was a quiet part of town. There were a couple stores along the street, but most were already closed, their windows dark and lifeless. Two of them were restaurants, and there were still people inside enjoying their meals. The apartments above had glowing windows. It was late, but not too late. People had finished work, come home, and eaten dinner. Now was the time to just relax, watch TV, read bedtime stories to the kids, and just enjoy one another's company.

However, one man was not doing that.

He trudged through the damp streets. Something was wrong with him. For one, he wore a simple tanktop. The people indoors were wearing coats. It was cool outside. His brown hair was long, unkempt, and greasy. It hadn't been washed in days. He was unshaven. And he just moved strangely.

He moved jerkily along the street. Sometimes he'd charge ahead, eyes wild, glancing over his shoulder as if something were after him. Other times he'd clutch his head and freeze, paralyzed by some internal factor. Still other times he'd wander around, muttering to himself, trying to decide where to go.

He was also talking to himself.

"No, she doesn't deserve that," he said. "You can't make me!... Just leave me alone! I'm not doing it!"

He was in a hot debate with some inaudible presence. The stakes seemed to be high. All of a sudden, he wheeled around and stared into the shadows.

"Come on! I know you're out there! I know you're watching me! Come out and show yourself!"

After a moment's waiting, he continued along the street, walking briskly. He did not see the object that was truly following him. It was primarily a spherical glass container, mostly blue, with electricity dancing within the orb. A single red eye watched the person. It hovered along behind him. It had intimidating steel jaws and several long, thin appendages dangling from beneath. This was an interesting situation, and could turn out to be dangerous. He had been watching this city uneventfully for days, and now this was happening. He wasn't sure if anyone was in real danger, but it sounded like something Daddy should now. So he sent the warning signal.

Meanwhile, at a place nearby, there was a room filled with screens. One had the video feed of the robotic observer, and this one was framed with red that flashed in time with a grating alarm. All the other screens showed plain old boring shots of the city with no flashing frames around them. The display was very effective at grabbing attention, but "Daddy" wasn't paying attention to the screens at this moment.

"Hmmm, the Death Ray, is that any use?" a voice came from a table some distance away from the screens. "No, I don't suppose. I've only used it once – for evil. No wait, I did use it to defeat the robot." He placed the emphasis on bot. "Trouble is, will I need it again?"

The table was a long, sleek one. Wadded up papers were scattered all over the floor. A small stack of them were on the table beside the occupied chair. The occupant wore a black cape and, as the chair was also black, it was hard to see where the chair ended and the cape began. The cape had an impressive, fan-like collar over which a blue orb was visible. The light from the screens illuminated it from behind.

"Oh, this is more difficult than I thought it would be," the figure said. "If I decide to keep it and turn out not to need it, then someone may just find it and use it for something evil. And if I decide to destroy it, it may happen that I needed it after all, and then Metrocity would be destroyed." The way he pronounced "Metrocity" rhymed somewhat with "atrocity".

He frowned at the paper. He hastily scribbled some diagrams on it, and then he scribbled them out even more hastily. The paper was wadded up and thrown to the floor. He raised his vibrant green eyes to the ceiling. "Oh, my giant blue head," he moaned. "It hasn't ached like this since the incident with Titan, and then it had a valid excuse. I never thought being a hero would be so difficult. I don't think Metro Man had this problem, and his brain is the same as those of the people. How did he do it?"

He got up off the chair and began to rub his large blue forehead, still unaware of the beeping from the screens. "I wonder if Roxanne has left any of that mediceen here. Minion?"

"Yes, sir?" With several clanks, a large, bulky figure entered the room. It resembled a gorilla, a robotic gorilla, and it was covered in long brown hairs. However, it's head was nothing more than a glass sphere with water in it. A fish resided in that water. He was small and round, with brown scales and pale tentacles drifting beneath him. He had sharp teeth, but his expression was friendly and his round brown eyes had a gentle expression.

"Do we have any of that mediceen left? You know, the stuff Roxanne gave me after defeating Titan?"

"Medi – oh, medicine. No, I think we're all out. I could run to the store to get some, sir."

"No, that's not a good idea. Now that we're heroes, we need to buy things properly, with money, but we don't have much left from getting the weapons of justice back. I'll – I'll just wait. It'll wear off soon."

"We could call Roxanne."

"We don't have a phone. I returned Bernard's once we found him in the washing machine, remember?"

"Ah, yes! Well, what if I take the invisible car and –"

"No, let's not bother Roxanne," he said with a sigh. "She's a busy woman. She hasn't been around much at all lately."

"Well, sir, you could just rest. Go to where it's dark and quiet, you know."

"Yes, dark and quiet sounds really good now." He suddenly noticed the alarm. "For Peace sake, could you please stop that annoying beeping? It's not helping at all!"

Minion opened his mouth to correct him when he realized where the beeping was coming from. "Sir, look! One of the brainbots found something!"

The blue man sprang onto the chair again, propelling it in front of the screen. There was a grin above his narrow goatee. "Ah, finally, someone needs our heroic asseestance!"

"I think the word is 'assistance'."

"Quiet, Minion! We must find out what's going on. What is this man doing?"

Minion watched intently. "He's… not doing anything, by the looks of it. He's just walking around."

"Shhhhh!"

They could now hear the man's speech.

"Are – are you sure?" the man said to no one in particular. "That sounds horrible! I don't want to do it. I've never killed anyone before… Yes, master. Yes, she does deserve it… Yes, I'll do it."

"He's going to kill someone," the blue man gasped.

"Wait a minute," the fish said. "Who's he talking to?"

However, once again his words were ignored. "We must stop him! To the invisible car! Megamind, defender of Metrocity, is going to encounter a villain for the first time!" He dashed away.

"Wait, wasn't Titan a villain?"

"That doesn't count," Megamind said, his voice echoing in the distance. "That was back when I was still a supervillain."

The man was nearby, and the invisible car was fast, so in only a few moments Megamind was watching from behind a corner. He rubbed his hands in glee. Finally, something exciting!

"What – what do I use?" the man asked. "I can't do it with my bare hands." He remained in place, listening. Apparently the conversation was still continuing. He nodded and grunted his assent. "Alright, I'll do it." His face was without expression, but there was a strange, frightened look in his eyes.

He walked forward, but then he saw the silhouette in front of him. He backed away as the silhouette advanced. Was it – the aliens, they had come for him! His master… or was he one of the others, the ones who didn't quite like him or what he was doing? The figure stepped into the circle of golden light. The perimeter crawled up his slim figure, illuminating the blue lightning bolt on his black outfit. Then his blue face was lit. "Ollo!" he said, smirking.

The man stumbled backwards, tumbling onto the ground. Megamind stared. That was unfit behavior for a villain. Who was this guy? "Get away from me!" the terrified man yelled. "Who – who are you?"

"I'm Megamind, defender of Metrocity! And you are…?"

"Steve," the man said.

Megamind frowned. "Steve? That's the best you could do, Steve? That's not a very terrifying name for a villain."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm no villain."

"I've been watching you, listening, too. I've heard what you said about that girl. And, now that I'm a hero, I'm here to make sure that you won't hurt her."

"No!" the man shouted, getting a little angry. Or perhaps it was desperation, not anger. "You must not stop me! I have to do it!"

"Why? Please explain."

"They told me to! They… argh, just go away!"

"No," Megamind said firmly. "Not until you tell me what's going on. Who told you to hurt her?"

"I – I think they're the aliens. They – we need her out of the way. It's for the greater good!"

"You're communicating with aliens?"

"Yes. I'm the only one that can hear them. That's why they chose me. They're using me to save the world. Something bad's coming. Something really bad."

"So, killing this girl will prevent that bad thing from happening."

"Yes… well, maybe. I don't really know."

Megamind frowned. This was really strange. This man could be telling the truth, but murder? Was murder really acceptable? No, Megamind would not let that happen. Not until he found out the whole truth. "Perhaps you should wait a bit. Just… calm down and wait. Let's team up and find this out together."

At first the man seemed to be considering it, but then he shook his head violently. "No! I know what you're doing. You're one of them, aren't you?"

"One of who?"

"Get away from me!" The man threw his arms out. "Just… get away! Get away you devil! I – I'm going to kill you!"

Megamind backed away. "What?" Goodness, this man changed his mind quicker than people would flee a concert hall if Music Man decided to perform. "Calm down! You really think you can take on me? Come on, you don't even have any weapons!" He began to laugh.

However, Steve had zipped around the street like a squirrel on steroids. He went up, down, and around in circles. Then he lunged at Megamind, something glimmering in his hand. Megamind stepped out of the way, a quick glance revealing that it was a sharp shard of glass. Steve tumbled to the ground again, but he was soon up again, eyes wild.

Megamind had unholstered his dehydration gun and was now watching the man. The man was watching him, too. "I know what you're doing," Steve said. "You – You're trying to stop me. Well, you can't. The aliens, they'll protect me from you. They'll stop your evil mind-controlling tricks!"

"What mind-controlling tricks?" Megamind asked, confused. The street began to flash red. He looked up and saw with relief that the police were coming. Well, they'd probably have a better idea of what was going on.

"Yaaaaaaaa!" Steve yelled as he lunged again. However, Megamind was ready. Before Steve could plunge that bit of glass into his chest, he had transformed into a glowing blue cube.

Megamind picked up the cube. "I don't know what you were going to do, but you can't do it now. Another victory for Megamind, defender of Metrocity!"

The police came out of their cars in a hurry.

"Thanks for showing up! I did all the dirty work for you, but no hard feelings!" He laughed.

The police aimed their guns… at him.

"What?" Megamind gasped. "What are you doing? Didn't Minion call you?"

"No," one officer said. "We received a call about a disturbance in this area." It was hard to see the man because of the swirling lights, but his voice sounded familiar. "So, we meet again, Megamind. I'm not surprised. I knew that this reform was too—"

"Just what's going on here?" a female voice said. "Who's that, sherriff? And what happened to the other man?"

"I dehydrated him," Megamind said. "Don't worry, he's perfectly fine." He sighed. Here we go again. Back to jail. Well, maybe they'd listen to him this time. Maybe it wouldn't be for so long.

The woman walked out of the shadows. She was a short lady with dark, curly hair. It was already graying in parts. Her face was somewhat pretty, but it showed strength and determination. She strode forward confidently, a cane flashing in the red light. She stared at the cube, and then she stared at Megamind. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've been introduced," she said, extending her hand. "Dr. Evelyn Hart. You must be Megamind. I've heard a lot about you."

"Yes, but… just what have you heard about me?"

Dr. Hart was about to answer, but the sheriff interrupted. "Dr. Hart, this man is pretty much responsible for every disaster and all suffering Metro City has had."

"Sheriff, I don't know what your judicial system's like here, but where I came from, we give people the benefit of the doubt." She turned to Megamind. "Could you describe to me what happened?"

"Well, I was at the evil lair (I must really find another name for that place) when one of the brainbots sounded an alarm," Megamind explained. "I listened in and heard him talking about killing a girl. Naturally I had to intervene."

The sheriff snorted, but Dr. Hart prevented the oncoming retort with a raised eyebrow.

"He was going to kill someone? For what reason?"

"Well, he said the aliens told him to. And then he said I was controlling his mind and he jumped at me with a piece of glass."

"Ha, yeah right," the sheriff grumbled.

Dr. Hart looked at the sheriff intently. "I need several of your men here."

The sheriff eagerly took the chance to gloat. "Anything to prevent this creature from—"

"And I'll also need a glass of water," Dr. Hart said, taking the cube from Megamind. "I assume that's how you reverse it, right?"

"Yes," Megamind said.

A couple more police officers joined the small group. "Now, Megamind, I need you to stand outside the circle," Dr. Hart said. "We need to be as nonthreatening as possible. And you do look a little intimidating. And the rest of you, step back. We don't want to give him any reason to panic."

"What do you think's going on?" one of the officers asked.

"Auditory hallucinations, delusions, and homicidal ideation, but I don't know for sure." She dropped a stream of water onto the cube from a water bottle and stepped back. When Steve appeared seconds later, she just looked at him as if nothing unusual had happened. Steve was sitting on the ground, blinking dazedly. He seemed to be unaware of his surroundings. The piece of glass fell unheeded to the ground.

"Hello, my name's Evelyn Hart."

Steve just stared at her.

"Can you hear me?"

He nodded.

"Tell me your name."

"Steve Wilkinson," the young man said. He blinked dazedly.

"Steve Wilkinson," Dr. Hart said, looking over her shoulder. "Do you have any records on him?"

"Yes," a police officer said. "Truancy, disruptive behavior… all pretty recent."

"I'm not surprised. So, Mr. Wilkinson, what's been going on recently?"

"I've been busy," Steve said, still staring off into space.

"Busy with what?"

"Work. I—I need to help them. To save us. They need – just shut up!"

"I haven't said anything."

"I wasn't talking to you, just… be quiet! Leave me alone!"

"Steve, please tell me what you're hearing."

"Someone's taking control of my mind," Steve said, clutching his head. "I—I can't stop it. Somebody help me!"

"Steve, you're safe here. No one will hurt you. Let's get you to a hospital where they can make you feel better."

"No! He – he'll get me! Please! You must stop him!" He saw Megamind and then pointed frantically at him. "There he is! Stop him! Stop him, please! Save me!"

"What?" Megamind said.

"Somebody please stop him! He's putting ideas into my head! Stop! Get them out!" He covered his head.

"Well, that would explain what's going on with Miss Ritchi," the sheriff said loudly. "He's controlling her mind."

"I'm doing no such thing!" Megamind said, barging through the circle. "Come on, mind control? Even I can't do that! Please, you've got to believe me!"

"Stay away, Megamind," Dr. Hart said calmly. "And you, too, sheriff. We don't need him any more agitated. Please, someone call an ambulance, preferably with restraints."

"I'm on it," an officer said.

Megamind slowly walked away. Did they think he was guilty? The sheriff certainly did. There was a bit of glee in his voice when he accused him. But what about the doctor woman? It was hard to tell what she was thinking. She was treating the criminal like a patient. That seemed a little lax, considering that he had been threatening murder only minutes before. However, she had not allowed the sheriff to insult him further.

Suddenly, the sheriff grabbed him by his oversized collar. "Not so fast, buddy," he said in a low voice. "Both you and I know that there's only one place for you."

"Yes, I agree," Megamind said cheerily, knowing what he meant but hoping to divert the topic. "There's no place like evil lair. Though I really should change the name, now that I'm not an evil supervillain anymore."

"That remains to be seen. A leopard can't change its spots."

"I don't have spots."

"It's a figure of speech."

"Why don't you give me a second chance? Everyone else in Metrocity did."

The sheriff threw him down in disgust. "It's Metro City, you imbecile. You should at least get the name right after all those years you've terrorized us. I know what you're doing. Now that Metro Man's gone, you think you can give us a false sense of security by—"

"I think that's enough, sheriff," Dr. Hart said from behind. "You're needed over there."

"Harrumph!" the sheriff snorted as he marched away, glaring down at Megamind.

"Old habits die hard, don't they?" Dr. Hart said, offering him a hand.

"Oh, but they do, eventually," Megamind said. "Just give me a chance."

"I wasn't talking about you," Dr. Hart said. She looked in the sheriff's direction. "You're making an effort. He isn't even considering it." She began to walk in the opposite direction. "Come on. They don't need me there now that the ambulance is on its way, and I think it'll be better if we're alone."

Megamind looked over his shoulder at the group of police cars. Steve wasn't putting up much of a fight. Megamind didn't want to stick around and wait for the sheriff to accuse him again, but he didn't know what Dr. Hart was intending to say. He didn't expect it to be anything nice. She seemed to be a newcomer, and newcomers generally were less accepting of big-headed blue aliens, whether they were evil or not. And he might get in trouble with the sheriff again if he left. The sheriff might just accuse him of performing some criminal act with Dr. Hart as the victim. However, he couldn't really refuse without arousing her suspicion and possibly her dislike, so he went with her.