Alright, if you haven't already read the memo from the last chapter, I have decided, for plot devices, to change Megamind's legal name from "Massalik" to…well, I guess you'll either have to go back to the last chapter or just read this one and find out!

My disclaimer is on a coffee break, so you know the drill.

Chapter 4

The next few months proved to be hectic. As Roxanne's abdomen became more prominent, it quickly became common knowledge that she and Megamind were expecting parents. As such, local tabloids began speculating about what the child might look like, possible names the couple might come up with, possibilities of birth defects, and even the possibilities that the child might not be Megamind's. Of course, the magazine that printed that story quickly printed a retraction when Minion paid them a visit.

The cravings became more frequent, leaving the soon-to-be father more tired than he ever had before. And something else that became increasingly annoying was that several upstart criminals, dared to try and call themselves actual villains, took this as the perfect opportunity to blackmail Megamind; kidnap his wife, threaten his unborn child. While most didn't even get that far before they were caught, the ones who did get that far were stupid about it and were detained quickly. While Megamind had never tried to kidnap a pregnant woman and threaten her child, he had certainly been more successful than these men and women, and he hadn't even really been trying.

It had been a rather quiet week, as far as heroes and villains went, so Megamind was going to take advantage of that by catching up on sleep he'd been missing out on. Roxanne smiled softly as her husband's snoring became louder. When he slept, he was pretty much dead to the world. She'd have liked to sleep in herself, but she could do that later; she had an ultrasound in a few hours and besides, she had to put in as many work hours that she could before the baby was born. Picking up her purse, she bent over as best she could and gave him a peck on the forehead. His snoring was interrupted by a loud snort as he shifted in his sleep.

She sighed and smirked. Normally she would've liked him to come along to the ultrasound, but it would be terribly cruel to unleash a cranky and bitchy Megamind upon an unsuspecting world. With a quick stop by the kitchen, she finally left, pop-tarts in hand.

The smell of antiseptic was all around him. The doctor sitting before him appeared to be apprehensive, almost as if he pitied him. Megamind's heart sank into the pit of his stomach. In the background, he registered the sound of wailing.

"Sir," the doctor sighed, rubbing at his temples. "God, I hate to do this…"

The cries got louder. Why wasn't anyone trying to stop it?

Flashes of blood and screaming assaulted his sight and ears. His eyes started to stick as tears welled up. What was going on? Where was Roxanne? Dear God, what wasn't anyone trying to stop the screaming?

"There's no easy way to tell you…"

The beating of his heart mingled with the wailing. He finally recognized that the screaming was high-pitched…like a child's…

"Megamind,"

The world stopped.

"Your wife is dead."

The child's screams got louder...

Megamind's eyes snapped open. His thin chest heaved as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. His eyes darted all around the room. Reality began to seep back into his mind. It was just…a dream. A nightmare. Roxanne was still alive. Everything was alright. He reached over to his right, trying to find the comforting warmth of his wife. Instead, he found her side of the bed empty and a note lying on her pillow.

Just in case you forgot, I have an ultrasound today. I would've asked you to come along, but you looked dead tired, so I decided not to. I'm going to work beforehand to finish up my reports. I should be home around 3:30.

Love you!

Roxanne.

Well, since she had been so considerate, he supposed that he should try to get back to sleep. He had a feeling he was really going to need it. But as he began to snuggle back into the warming, comforting blankets, trying to drift back into oblivion, the images from his nightmare resurfaced. Groaning, he reluctantly pulled off the covers and pushed himself up out of bed. If he went back to sleep now…well, he had a feeling that his dream would pick back up right where it left off.

He opened up the closet…only to find that his side of it was empty, save for one, solitary, white version of his usual black ensemble. Scowling, he pulled it on anyway. He made his way up to the lair where he found Minion and several brain-bots carrying various boxes and going through them.

"Minion, where are all my black outfits?"

Minion looked up from a box of old Aerosmith CDs. "Oh, good morning, sir! I put all your black outfits in the wash."

"ALL of them?" Megamind cried incredulously. "Why did you do that? Couldn't you have left just one out?"

"Well sir, if you stayed on top of your laundry instead of letting it build up in the hamper, you wouldn't have to wear your white suit."

Megamind took the mug of coffee that Minion held out for him. He took a sip, looking around at the cluttered mess of boxes. Some were titled things such as "evil remotes" while others were titled "EVIL WIP."

"What's all this?"

Minion took a glance around the room himself. "Oh, well the storage rooms were starting to get too full, so I thought it would be a good idea to go through the boxes and get rid of all the stuff we don't need." He picked up another box and started rummaging through it. There was a muffled "a-ha!" as he resurfaced, holding a battered old CD player and held up one particular disc from the stack.

"And while I was going through this box…well, you won't believe what I found!"

He handed the CD to his ward. Megamind's eyes widened in delightful surprise. He wiped the dust off the cover, which revealed a colorful scene where a large group of people were gathered on a hill top. The title of the record read Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.

"My Beatles album!" Megamind exclaimed. "I forgot I had this."

Of course, when he had arrived on Earth in Metro City Prison for Gifted Criminals, the Warden had given him a new name, not knowing what moniker he'd been born with. The Warden, being a Beatles fan, had named him Jude, which coincidentally had been the song that had been playing on the radio when they found him. When he had turned 18, he'd been booted out of the prison, like a young adult being forced out of the nest by his parents. The officers and warden had given him this Beatles album as a farewell present, even though he ended up coming right back a few months later (involuntarily.)

"And sir," Minion said, "47 found the first prototype of the de-gun. I thought you might like to take a look at it."

I wasn't long before Megamind and Minion became completely enthralled in the spring-cleaning-turned-treasure-hunt of their old possessions. All thoughts of his nightmare were forgotten as the Beatles rocked and rolled the entire time.

Roxanne sucked in a surprised breath as a man got into the elevator with her. It'd been a long time since she'd seen that face…at least, it had been a long time since she'd seen the true owner of the face and not someone else wearing it.

"Bernard?"

The wild haired, bespectacled curator looked up from his Styrofoam cup. "Oh," he grunted. "Nice to see you again, Ms. Ritchi." His tone, as always, contradicted his words.

"Megamind."

Bernard blinked at her. "Yeah, what about him?"

"No, that's my name now. It's Ritchi-Megamind."

Bernard seemed to slump even more, if that was even possible. "Oh, right. I forgot." He pushed the button of his desired destination, then turned back towards Roxanne expectantly. She stared back at him, not quite understanding what he wanted from her.

"Which floor?" he finally sighed, exasperated.

Roxanne blushed. "Oh, maternity ward. 13th floor."

He silently pushed the button.

"Thanks."

"Don't look too far into it." Bernard muttered. "Once in a lifetime moment, you realize."

Roxanne smirked. Bernard was quite a character. "Gotcha." An awkward silence fell over them for a few moments.

"So, what brings you here today?" She finally deemed it necessary to break the quiet.

Bernard scowled. "My dumbass nephew broke his leg."

"Isn't that a little harsh?"

"You've never met the nightmare. My sister paid me to take the hellion off of her hands for the summer. He's only been here a week and he's already injured himself."

"That bad, huh?"

"You have no idea." He paused. "Actually, I guess you would. You're married to a nightmare yourself."

"Oh come on, Bernard. He's not that bad…anymore."

Bernard raised an eyebrow at her. "He never dehydrated you for a month."

"He never kidnapped you for a decade."

"Touché."

Roxanne's smirk grew wider. "Come on, Bernard. You're the curator of his museum now; you must now he's not the man he used to be."

Bernard grunted. "I'll believe it when I see it."

Finally, the elevator arrived on the 7th floor. That had to be one of the longest elevator conversations she'd ever had with anyone. "I hope your sister is paying you extra for the medical expenses." She called after him.

He turned around and faced her, studying her face. His eyes wandered down to her abdomen and then back up. "Congratulations." He said flatly. "I hope you're both wonderful parents."

"Sir, quite honestly, I don't think we need to keep the schematics to the Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Kittens."

"Au contraire, fillet Minion." Megamind drawled, gazing over the blueprints to the Death Ray. This particular design had called for antimatter as the prime fuel source, and while the energy would be incredibly efficient, it was also highly volatile and disastrous. He'd rather not have had it blow up in his face and create a new Grand Canyon while he was constructing it.

"I believe that we could still use those kittens. They were very useful; just as cute as they were deadly."

Minion picked up yet another box and tore off the masking tape. "I don't think so, sir. We never really got a good trial run of them since they were pretty much obliterated by Metro Man. Much like everything else you tried against him."

He rummaged through the box until he came across a curious little button. It was rather harmless looking. Although admittedly, if it was constructed during his ward's supervillain career, it was probably one of his most deadly inventions. The more innocent they looked, the more ingeniously deviant and villainous they were.

"Sir, what is this?"

Megamind finally looked up from the schematics in his hand to see what Minion was indicating. Nothing more than a small, white and blue cylindrical box with a bright red button inside.

"I don't think I remember." He took the button from Minion's hands, examining it. "Perhaps it's that jharrage key I tried to make?"

"I think you mean 'garage', sir."

"That's what I said." Megamind flipped open the clear lid.

"I don't think that's a good idea, sir. You don't remember what it does."

"Oh, come on, Minion. It can't be that bad."

Megamind's slender finger slowly pressed down on the button. At first, nothing happened. He tapped the button again several times, until the device came to life with a loud hum and jumped out of his hands. It flew up into the air and lit up with a holoprojection of his own face, smiling evilly and cruelly down at them.

Uh oh.

"Greetings, hero!" the holographic Megamind sneered. "You just unleashed unspeakable evil on Metrocity! And you're really, REALLY not going to like it!" Then with an evil cackle, the hologram – box and all – flew out the window and into an unsuspecting city. The real Megamind's eye twitched, his jaw slackened in a gape. The Beatles, it seemed, always had the appropriate song for the moment as the CD player began blaring "Help!"

"I knew this was a bad idea." Minion finally said, breaking the silence. Megamind shook his head, collecting himself.

"Quick! After it!"

Roxanne always wondered why exactly the ultrasound gel was so freakin' warm when it came out of the tube. The technician splattered the messy stuff over her swollen belly and began spreading it around with the paddle. Roxanne waited for a few tense moments before the image began to appear on the screen. She gasped in wonder.

"There's your baby." The technician smiled warmly. She moved the paddle around again, adjusting the view. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. "Oh, goodness. Look at that head."

Roxanne smiled as she too gawked at the fetus' cranium. "Wow, that is a pretty big head." So the baby was already taking after its daddy.

"I've never seen anything like it." The technician said. She pressed a button on the paddle, which allowed her to take a circumference measurement of the child's skull. "The body is rather small, but the head is much bigger than it should be." She paused. "Already 25 centimeters. And you're about 5 months along, ma'am?"

Roxanne nodded. "Will that be a problem?"

"Well," the other woman bit her lip. "It might be." She took a towel and wiped away the remaining gel from Roxanne's body. "The uterus and birth canal are both incredibly flexible organs. When a human baby is born at 9 months, its head usually measures a circumference of 30 centimeters and it's forced out of an opening that can only stretch to about 10 centimeters. What concerns me is that your baby is only developed about 5 months and already its head is almost 30 centimeters. It's possible that your body may not be able to cope and the baby would have to be born prematurely, leading to complications."

The technician shrugged. "Of course, given the fact that we don't know anything about your husband's race, this could be completely normal. It's possible that his species didn't take as long to develop in the womb." She gave Roxanne a reassuring smile. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, dear. Do you want to know the sex?"

Roxanne hesitantly nodded, pulling her shirt back down and pushed herself off the table.

"It's a little girl."

Suddenly, the room quaked with a mighty impact and klaxons began to blare.

"Where did it go?" The hologram was nowhere to be found.

"I don't know, sir. But I told you that this was a bad idea! What exactly was the 'unspeakable evil'?"

"I had a great many unspeakably evil plots in the works!"

"So, you don't know?"

"If you'd properly catalogued the equipment then we would've known!" Megamind huffed. "So this is really all your fault! All I can remember is that it started with an M."

"Oh, an M!" Minion shot back. "That REALLY narrows it down, sir!"

All the while, they never noticed the gigantic robot that began to rise up behind them. That is, until they heard that evil cackle again. Megamind groaned. "I think I remembered what it was." They both turned around to face the metal monstrosity. He gulped.

"It's my Mega-Megamind robot."

The robot's face lit up in a crude, pixelated form of Megamind's own visage. It looked down upon the two reformed villains, scanning them for identification.

"Metro Man," it drawled. "My old nemesis."

Minion blinked. "It thinks you're Metro Man?"

Megamind glared at the giant robot. "Well, I am wearing all white, Minion. It would at least recognize me as Daddy if you hadn't decided to wash all my black suits today!"

The robot cackled evilly and started to head for down-town Metro City. "Catch me if you can, Metro Mahn!"

Minion's eyes widened. "Uh, sir? It's headed for the hospital!"

Well, there you go. Chapter 4 all for you. I admit that near the end there I rushed it, but I gotta go to bed soon and I wanted to post this for you guys before you started to gnaw your legs off.

As I said in the last chapter, if you didn't go back and see the adjustments I made, I changed Megs' legal name from Massalik to Jude, mostly for plot devices, but also because I believe that he probably wouldn't be able to remember the name his parents gave him. Also, I got that idea from cgaussie01's story "Metro Cover" so I take NO credit for that.

And something else I can't take credit for is the button, the Mega-Megamind, the Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Kittens, and "fillet Minion". Those are all from the hilarious Megamind short "The Button of Doom." I just wanted to put in some action and a little more humor, so this seemed like a good idea.

Now, click this button kindly, if you would.