A/N: Hey everybody! I am so excited to be told that I am keeping the characters authentic! Thank you for all your encouragement.

Thank you guys again for all the positive reviews, critiques and suggestions. I know that you all want more "Impressed" kidnapping scenes, but if anyone has any "Unimpressed" ones, please let me know. It's easy to make Megs totally cool (he's like that naturally!) so any help making him sillier than suave would help.

I know you guys are all bored with me, so without further ado, here is Chapter Four!

I don't own Megamind and that makes me melon-colic. (I said that to my English Professor a while back…without realizing it. Yup. I know.)


Kidnapping # 35

Roxanne was thankful that she was wearing pants. She had regained consciousness slowly, thanks to the forget-me-stick. The first thing she had realized was that she was strapped to a vertical table, leather straps (black, of course) binding her arms and legs. She could hear Megamind approach her, his heavy boots loud in the unusually quiet room. She decided that she disliked this position. It was hard to maintain her condescending attitude when she couldn't see the person she was being condescending to.

"Miss. Ritchi, what a pleasant surprise!" She couldn't see him, unable to turn her head behind her.

"Surprise? Hardly. You kidnapped me!" She really didn't like this. Hearing a voice, even Megamind's, coming from nowhere was creepy.

"…" Roxanne imagined he had a befuddled expression, trying to come up with a witty retort. The silence lingered, and despite her usual confidence, Roxanne wished he would just show himself. This was getting old. As if he could read her mind, Megamind circled the table until she could see him. She was directly at eye level to the villain, and for a second was distracted by the startling green of his eyes. She wasn't used to being eye to eye with Megamind, and his intense gaze was a little disconcerting.

Roxanne had gotten used to Megamind's blue skin, but his eyes still startled her. They were so green, so piercing, so intense, so…close. She realized suddenly how close he was to her. She let out a squeak, berating herself for letting him get the upper hand. He looked smug, proud to have successfully startled his hostage. Roxanne was momentarily distracted by how expressive his face was, but soon remembered herself. She broke eye contact, tossing her short brown hair haughtily in an attempt to regain her dignity.

"This is different, I'll give you that." Roxanne said, still avoiding his eyes. "But it is more uncomfortable then scary."

"Nice save, Miss. Ritchi." Megamind scoffed, turning dramatically and stalking over to his monitors. Roxanne shifted, feeling her arms getting tired. Megamind was unusually quiet, studying some complex formula that was flying across the screen. Suddenly, Roxanne felt something vibrate.

Oh, no.

Please, no.

I may be bad but I'm perfectly good at it,

Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it,

Sticks and stones may break my bones,

but chains and whips excite me.

Her ringtone sounded deafening in the silence. Roxanne's eyes were closed, praying that whoever it was would just hang up, god, why had she made that song her ringtone, yup, there it goes again, why won't they just hang up already, ok, yes, finally. The song stopped, thank god, and there was silence.

How embarrassing. Roxanne opened one eye to glance at Megamind's frozen back. He slowly turned to face her, leather boots squeaking slightly as he did so. She forced herself to look him in the eyes, bracing herself for the imminent suggestive banter and general mortification. It didn't come.

Megamind's face was burning, that odd pinkish-purple blush replacing his usual blue color. His eyes, those green eyes, were huge in naïve disbelief. He tried to speak, but his voice cracked and he coughed. He seemed to be staring at a spot above her head…

Roxanne looked up at the leather straps that bound her to the table. She felt her face flush, and she looked back at him with an awkward half-laugh. He had clasped one long fingered hand over his mouth, trying to hide his blush. His eyes alternated between looking at her pocket, where her cell phone was, and the leather straps. When he noticed she was watching him, he yelped, stuttering as his face grew even brighter, his ears taking on the same color as his face.

"You, I, but, whips, song, wait, what?" He stammered, frantically taking a step back as he met her eyes. He stepped on his cape, causing his head to jerk back as he fell, long arms and legs flailing wildly. Roxanne felt her blush fading as she watched him struggle to untangle himself. How did he manage to look ridiculous when she was the one in the awkward situation? He finally emerged, still that same fuchsia color, and stumbled clumsily back to the monitor. Roxanne watched him, one eyebrow raised.

What kind of villain passes up a prime opportunity to mortify and humiliate a victim? A bad one.

'Or,' she mused, thinking of his blushing face and those wide green eyes, 'a totally innocent adorable one.'

Wait.

Adorable?

Conclusion: Unimpressed


Kidnapping #26

Roxanne sniffled as she made her way across the parking lot. It was early, not quite six yet. She had rolled out of bed with a head as stuffy as a newly made teddy bear. Unwilling to miss a day of work, Roxanne had clumsily dressed and was now fumbling with her keys. Just as she reached her car, she dropped them with a loud jangle. Cursing softly, she gingerly bent down to pick them up. A loud footstep and a metallic clink later, she was unconscious.

There was something weird about the way she was positioned. What was it? …Why wasn't she bound? And why did it seem like she was horizontal? Why was the chair so big? And plush? Groggily, she managed to open one eye and made out two figures speaking above her.

"Why didn't our surveillance reveal her health was poor? Which brainbot was assigned to reconnaissance?"

"I believe it was Brainbot 3482817AX, sir. The one we call Spartan."

"Put him on alligator duty for the next week." There was a sharp electric whine. "Silence. You have been a bad boy, a very bad boy indeed."

Roxanne slowly became aware of her situation. She appeared to be lying on a black leather couch, comfortable and clean. From the weight she felt on her, she appeared to have been tucked in and her head was supported by a soft pillow. She blinked, shifted, opened her mouth… and sneezed impressively. The two villains jumped, surprised, then immediately faced her. Sheepishly, she managed a soft "Hey."

"Ollo." Came the soft response. Megamind slowly knelt down until they were at eye level. "Did you know that you appear to have been infected with nasopharyngitis also known as an acute coryza?"

Roxanne looked at him, confused and a little afraid. Above him, Minion took one look at her face and added, "He says you have a cold."

"Y-Yes. I have a cold. Not that naso-whazit cryoza thingy."

"Nasopharyngitis and acute coryza." Megamind corrected automatically. Roxanne, a little out of it, suddenly grinned hugely.

"That's the first time you ever got to correct my pronunciation. That's funny. You're being funny. Both of you are-what are you-"

Megamind had lain one long cool hand on her forehead, staring down at her. She knew she should recoil, protest, something, but that hand felt so good…

"101.8," muttered Megamind. Roxanne seemed not to hear him, merely sighed contentedly under his cool touch and closed her eyes. He looked at her, concern and affection battling it out on his expressive countenance. "You need medication."

"No meds." She mumbled. "Makes me drowsy. Loopy…" She felt rather than saw his amused smile, then his hand was stroking her sweaty bangs off her forehead.

"You sound out of it anyway."

"Your mom sounds…wait, what?"

She heard him let out a soft laugh at her childishness, a soft low purring sound that seemed to nuzzle into her heart like a kitten. She opened her eyes to see…and yes, his face was relaxed, calm, focused. Unlike his villianous laugh, this laugh was genuine. She smiled, a little foolishly, back at him. Minion approached, carrying a cup of water and some small white capsules.

"Take these." He helped her sit up, and handed her the pills and cup. She looked skeptically at the white unmarked pills.

"What exactly are these anyway?" She looked up at him, looking straight into those green jewels.

"I made them. The medicine is a mixture of various antihistamines, analgesics and antipyretics. All of them are completely safe and will aid in the healing process. Trust me."

Trust him. Trust him? Trust Megamind, evil kidnapping alien. Trust the guy who sprays unsuspecting victims with knockout gas, the guy who seems to live in a world of hard rock and fetishes, the guy who routinely uses nuclear weapons and heavy artillery with little regard to his surroundings.

Trust him?

Really?

Ok.

Roxanne popped the pills in her mouth, swallowing the water almost defiantly. Her eyes held his in a steely gaze, daring him to comment on her apparent compliance. He didn't; just took the empty cup and handed them to Minion. She lay back down on the sofa, still looking at those eyes. She could feel her limbs growing heavy, sleepiness crept through her body. Megamind placed his hand, those long cool fingers back on her forehead.

"Sleep now. Good night."

When she woke up, it was nighttime. She sat up slowly, confused. Looking around, she discovered that she was back in her apartment. Next to her, on the nightstand, was a note. She read the elegant script and smiled.

Told you to trust me, didn't I? I am a genius you know, fully capable of making medication without the "loopy" side effect. Rest, drink fluids, don't work. How does kidnapping you accomplish anything if you are unable to be alert enough to be impressed by my brilliant accomplishments? Farewell. Same time next week.

How is he supposed to impress her, huh? Less than twenty-four hours later, she was back to normal. Ok. She could give him that one.

Conclusion: Impressed


A/N: So, I have finally updated. I know it is REALLY short, but listen. I actually began this chapter around Thanksgiving, but went down to Florida for work over the break and promptly sank back into the role I fulfill best: Mistress of Procrastination. I only wrote this part now because I have a few days before school begins again and I take the oh-so-exciting class; Aristotle. Among others. Anyway, if you couldn't tell by now, I am sick. Not quite Roxanne sick, but loopy, sneezles, sniffles, ugh sick. So I thought I could just throw a quick chapter together. Hopefully it came out well. Let me know.

P.S. I HATE being sick.

P.P.S. As always, if you have any ideas or suggestions, let me know PLEASE! Love you all.

TTYL