"I can't believe this!" Megamind came home to the manor that evening looking agitated and annoyed, and when he slammed the door behind him he threw his trench coat off of his shoulders and slammed it down onto the ground.

Minion, who had been in the kitchen making dinner, came walking through to the entrance hallway with a worried look on his face. "Long day, Sir?" he asked.

"She wasn't there!" snapped the blue alien, "I scaled that entire building four times cleaning all those stupid windows in hopes of finding what floor she's on but she just wasn't there!"

"You cleaned windows?" Minion blinked before laughing. "Did you get paid?"

"No! I didn't!" Megamind whined as he walked up to the fish, frowning severely. "It goes into the bank of the guy I impersonated!"

"Oh well. So now what?" asked the fish as he followed his friend into the kitchen.

"Now I might go and check out her building again." Megamind said as he opened the fridge and rooted around for a donut he knew they had, only to have the door closed on him. "Hey!"

"It's too close to dinner. You'll spoil your appetite." scolded the fish.

"But I'm hungry! I didn't have any money on me so I couldn't buy lunch!" whined Megamind again, stomping his foot like a little boy.

"Then you'll enjoy your dinner even more." Minion pointed out before shooing Megamind from the room. "Go on, wake up Wayne. He's been in his room all day."

Grumbling, Megamind left the confines of the kitchen and made his way up the curving staircase again. Why Minion couldn't go and wake Wayne he didn't know, but it had to be done or the older man would not get his dinner and then he'd complain about it. He walked past his own bedroom door, past Minion's, and arrived at Scotts.

Not even bothering to knock Megamind pushed the door open and walked into the darkened room where a large shape lay on the bed, snoring loudly. "Hey, sleeping beauty. Get out of bed." Megamind said as he grabbed the velvet curtain and tugged it open, allowing light to pour into the bedroom. The shape shifted, and groaned. "Minion's almost got dinner on."

Very slowly the body in the bed heaved up into a sitting position, and Megamind was reminded once more why he didn't like coming into his room. His older brother had a habit of sleeping with nothing on, and seeing that much skin and thick hair clinging to the man's chiseled abs and chest was just distressing. "Oh for-put some clothes on." Megamind grabbed a white robe where it lay on the floor and tossed it at him. "You couldn't have worked that hard last night."

Wayne gave out a short laugh as he caught the dressing gown and watched as the blue man walked from the room. "Hey it was...!" he called as he got out of bed and pulled his dressing gown on.

"Working as a security guard at a museum can't be that interesting." Megamind said as he walked down the stairs, feeling and hearing the heavy footfalls of his brother behind him as he did.

"You'd be surprised." Wayne pointed out. "So how about you, find the girl yet?"

"No. She wasn't at work." grumbled the blue man as they walked into the lounge. "So my next plan of attack is going to where she lives." he explained.

"Might be dangerous." said Wayne slowly, "What if she comes home, or you're spotted?"

"I blend very well thank you very much. More so than you, Mr. Greek God." snapped Megamind, looking up at the handsome face that Wayne possessed. Even with a five o'clock shadow clinging to his strong jaw, and his hair a bit of a mess, you couldn't deny he was easy to look at… unlike himself.

"Ah but that's only with your disguises in place." Wayne pointed out, "If you didn't have those you'd stick out like a sore thumb."

"Who's got a sore thumb?" Minion asked, hearing the tail end of their conversation as they entered the dining room, where he was setting up the plates.

"Nobody." Megamind said as he pulled out his chair and sat while Wayne did the same.

"Don't forget your shift starts at nine tonight," Minion said to Wayne as he set down a fourth plate. "And it's over at the West End of town at the stadium."

"Fun." Wayne said flatly.

This, thus far, was the Family. Both sons, Megamind (not the name given by Father but a name the blue boy had picked since it sounded cooler) and Wayne, were adopted by Father years, and years ago. Megamind had been first, and had not even been two weeks old by the time the man had brought him and his fish to the house. Wayne, though, came along much later. He had initially been adopted by a wealthy couple known as the Scotts but a super powered baby had turned out to be far more powerful than they had hoped to handle.

Through connections, the toddler had been brought to the Manor of the Family where he and the small blue boy had been raised together in the house along with Father, and other visiting members of the Family. While Megamind had been trained in the art of combat, Wayne had not. Many Family members questioned this since, with the boy's obvious strength and limitless abilities, shouldn't he be the one fighting?

Once upon a time Wayne was the type of little boy who loved being the centre of attention. He would do any, and everything, to get people to notice him and praise him, or even scold him. Any kind of attention was good enough for him and Father blamed his previous parents on that kind of behavior. That, also, had been a deciding factor to not make Wayne the fighter of the family. Being a Family member meant you weren't known to the public, you had to remain anonymous, mysterious, and not let the rest of the world know about you. If Wayne had become the fighter he would have revealed them at the first instant he got, on purpose or otherwise, and thrust his face into the limelight.

Father had explained to those who believed Wayne should be the fighter as such; "Because there are the traditions to uphold. Within every Family there is but one fighter, and the others learn basic fighting skills but are mainly used for information gathering. You all know this. Unlike my other son, he can go out into the world as he is and find out precious information. Both will play their roles to carry on our family's traditions, but both won't be fighting unless the need desperately calls for it."

Many would consider this would make Wayne envious of his younger brother, allowed to go out in the night and hunt down demons but on the contrary, thanks to Father's upbringing and rules Wayne had grown up no longer wanting to be the centre of attention, and not only that but he became quite the pacifist. He detested fighting unless it was to defend oneself, or those you love. Hence why he took on a job role as a security guard but that wasn't the only job he understood. He had also a gym instructor, a fire fighter, even a male nurse. All of these jobs got him out there in the bustling city and he always kept an ear out.

They also had their other contact, but he hadn't brought them anything new yet. It was still early, though.

"I think I've had my fill of security work." Wayne said suddenly as he lifted the spoon of soup to his lips and took a sip. "I might pick up being a fire fighter again, that was good work and I got to go to all ends of the city."

"Not only that but you know a lot of vampires destroy the remains of their victims in fires. You helped me track down six fractions of them last time you were a fire fighter." Megamind pointed out.

"That too." replied Wayne. "But we still haven't found..."

He trailed into silence and all three of them turned their heads to the setting at the head of the table. While there was a plate, cutlery, and a glass it was empty.

"No. I haven't." Megamind said stiffly. "I will find them." he growled.

"Once dealing with Miss. Ritchi, am I right?" Wayne asked with a grin, trying to break the grim curtain that had fallen down around them. "Bet you loved getting that close to her, eh, eh?"

"Oh stop it." replied Megamind, oblivious to the flush on his face.

"You've had it bad for her since she started work!" Wayne laughed, "And you get to rescue her from a vampire? It must have been a dream comes true, surely."

"Stop it Wayne." Megamind hissed.

"Make me, Eth-" Wayne started.

"Don't say that name! I hate that name!" snapped Megamind, pointing his spoon threateningly at his brother. "You know that!"

"Why? Father gave you that name." Wayne replied with a smirk.

"Because it's old and stupid and I'm Megamind now, Wayne. Megamind. Say it with me. Mega. Mind. I don't see why you got to keep the name your old parents gave you but I got stuck with that stupid mockery of a name..."

"Ethe-" Wayne started, before getting a dollop of mashed potato splattering against his face.

"Sir!" Minion gasped, "No throwing food at the table!"

"Oh it's going to be like that is it?" Wayne asked, wiping the potato from his face with a hand, grinning as he lobbed it back at Megamind who ducked, yet still got some potato to the top of his head.

"Hey!" Megamind cried.

"Stop it the both of you you'll get potato everywhere—no, no the peas too please! Ack! You're acting like children stop it!" next thing Minion knew he had potato hitting his dome and he stood there momentarily before grabbing a hand full of food too and lobbed it at Wayne, joining the foray.

~*~

"I thought I told you to forget about this."

The computer screen illuminated the darkened corner of the library, and Bernard sat there with his hands supporting his chin. He leaned back and looked up at Roxanne, who was leaning over besides him. "You know I hate it when people read over my shoulder." he informed her blandly.

"I know you did but this is important." Roxanne said, "I know I've heard of a blue alien before but I don't know where, or how I could have forgotten." she said, reaching up to press a hand to her head. "Before you ask, no, it wasn't from a movie."

"Blue alien, being forgotten, sounds like Avatar." Bernard commented as he adjusted the knobs on the control panel before him as pages of newspaper that had been scanned into the archive began to slide across the screen. "If he is an alien as you so think he is, do you really think the government would have allowed any information to survive?" he asked pointedly.

"You have a point. But... wait, wait." she suddenly hurried away leaving her friend at the computer. It was a long shot but if she could find somebody who might remember a blue alien that would help her pin point a year to begin with rather then working herself backwards in the archives. She knew Bernard's boss had been working at the library fifty years now and knew practically everything that had ever happened in their city before, and during, those past fifty years.

She found the woman sitting at the main information desk of the library, scanning in books that had been dropped off by the borrowers. Now and then when she scanned them she would frown unhappily, meaning the poor book had been held captive by the lender far longer then they should have. May God have mercy on the soul of the poor fool who kept a book over due, for Mrs. Brown was not one to easily forgive such crimes.

"Mrs. Brown, good evening." Roxanne greeted her, voice at the right pitch so it wasn't too loud, but at that perfect library volume that librarians always appreciated.

"Ah, Miss. Ritchi. Congratulations on your promotion." Mrs. Brown said as she glanced up at Roxanne through her fringe of graying black hair. She wore a collared shirt, a charcoal vest over that, and most probably a skirt that went down to her ankles but that was only a guess since she was behind a desk after all.

"Thank you Mrs. Brown." replied Roxanne, "I have a question I want to ask you, and it might seem a little weird."

"In a library, Miss. Ritchi, there are many weird questions." said the older woman as she put her scanner down and lifted her glasses off of her nose to rub at the sore bridge. "How can I help you?"

"Do you remember, at any time in Metro City's history that... there was a... hm. Blue alien?" Roxanne asked. "It's for a story I'm doing on legends in Metro City and I need a starting point, and since you have such a brilliant memory I felt it best to ask you..."

Mrs. Brown arched her eyebrows at the young woman before replacing her glasses, and tapped a finger on the desk as she thought. In the distance there was suddenly some chatter from a pair of young boys, and Mrs. Brown turned her head and called out, "Hush up! This is a library!" the young boys automatically hushed up. Everyone knew not to cross Mrs. Brown.

"Blue... you know. I do recollect something. It was all over the radio and newspapers." Mrs. Brown said, "Little guy fell out of the sky and landed in the local jail, of all places."

Roxanne stared at the woman, mouth open.

"Shut your mouth Miss. Ritchi, you're not catching flies." Mrs. Brown prompted, to which Roxanne did.

"So he... it's real?" Roxanne asked.

"Oh yes. I remember, since he incited a break out of at least forty criminals and he was only a baby at the time. After that though, there wasn't anything else on him which I found particularly peculiar since I'm sure the whole world was waiting for alien contact. Maybe the government picked him up and took him away to experiment on him." Mrs. Brown explained as she began to move the scanned books onto a trolley in which to hand onto Bernard, who would put them in their rightful place.

"How long ago was this, Mrs. Brown, do you remember?" Roxanne truly hoped the woman had at least a year in mind.

"Twenty eight years ago he landed on Christmas Day, so I'd check newspapers on Boxing Day for any further information." Mrs. Brown replied instantly. "And if you see Mr. Dunning could you remind him he has a job to do? There's a good girl."

After praising Mrs. Brown and her impressive knowledge Roxanne made her way back to where she had left Bernard, and was surprised to see he was gone. Maybe he realized he was on stacking duties and had left already? That made sense, since he was technically at work right now. Sighing, she sat down in the chair he had vacated and turned the knobs to the far left, flying through the years.

She counted the years as she went, and finally stopped it around New Years thirty years ago. From here she moved back slowly, carefully, backwards through the newspapers. "Boxing Day... Boxing Day..." she mumbled before she came to a stop, and stared blankly. She had reached Boxing Day but... pages were missing from the archive. At least five pages were missing, as was the first page of the newspaper itself. There was a small notice, claiming the pages were lost due to a computing error.

"What?" Roxanne asked, before moving to another archive computer to try another newspaper since being such a huge city Metro City had a few newspapers in circulation. But just like the previous one, Boxing Day was missing information. She had soon checked all the newspaper archives in the library and found they were all missing precious pages, or little snippets of articles. Some said it was a fire, others a computer glitch, or simply lost the pages.

"Something rotten is in the state of Metro City." she mumbled.

Little did she know she was being watched by somebody a few bookshelves down, peering at her through the cracks available given by the height of the books. The eyes narrowed, before holding up a wrist to speak into a watch.

"She's getting closer."

To be continued