AN: So I finally have my own computer! :D Yay! That means quicker updates!

Megamind studiously ignored the man staring at his back while he worked. Even after he'd introduced himself, the hobo refused to give his own name. He didn't have time for that nonsense and began ignoring him several hours ago.

"Don't you sleep?" He questioned tersely. No one had ever stared over his shoulder while he worked and it made him anxious and clumsy.

"Yep," was the hobo's only reply.

Finally, after another half an hour of awkward silence, the hobo suddenly stood from his throne of cardboard boxes and announced,

"I'm gonna go buy some donuts. You want one?" Megamind gave him a puzzled look but handed him a dollar and asked for one coated in maple frosting. He was thankful for the short reprieve from the man and managed to get more done in the time he was gone than the hours while he'd had a spectator. Once he returned, the two sat in silence and munched on their respective sugar sources.

Roxanne was just starting to get comfortable in the silence when her "host" danced back into the room with a bottle of water in his hand.

"Hello again, pretty little Roxanne! Care for a drink?" Roxanne only stared at him, cautious of the maniacal grin on his pudgy face. "No? Well I'm afraid you don't really have much of a choice. You'd definitely hate the alternative. Now be a good little hostage and open your mouth wide!" Roxanne kept her mouth shut resolutely, though she knew it would anger him. She got the distinct, fearful feeling that water was not what he was planning to give her. Her captor snorted.

"OK, let me put it this way. Either you open your mouth like a good little girl or I drown you with this water instead.

"So..." Hobo started. "What are you making and why?"

"I don't think that's any of your business," Megamind replied sharply.

"Hey, man, I was gonna offer to help but if you're gonna be a jerk about it.."

Megamind snorted.

"What could a flying hobo do to help? This is extremely complex science, some of which I barely understand myself." Megamind was twisting a bolt into place as hard as he could, but it just wasn't tight enough. The wrench acted as a lever to multiply the amount of work he was putting out, but it just wasn't enough. It had to be exactly right or it could be catastrophic.

"Well," Hobo said after a few moments of silence. "I'm also way stronger than you." Megamind turned toward the hulk with a pout but handed him the wrench. Hobo took it and twisted the bolt into position-without the wrench.

Megamind could only stare in shock.

Roxanne spluttered and choked on the water but she couldn't get a breath. Her captor held her nostrils shut with one hand and forced the water into her mouth with his other. Finally, when she felt like her lungs were going to explode from lack of oxygen, he released her nose and took a step back with a sadistic grin.

"Ready to be a good girl yet?" He jeered. "Because that little demo gave me something else that I could choke you with." He cackled as she choked and cried. Her lungs felt like they were on fire and she could feel the water in them. Her reflex was to cough it out, but it didn't work and only made her throat burn as well. She shuddered and kept her head as close to her chest as she could.

"What do you want?" she mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. He squatted in front of her chair and got too close to her face for comfort.

"Well, sweetheart, all I really need is that alien. Apart from that, well," He chuckled darkly. "Whatever I can take by force until you die." Roxanne shut her eyes and started praying to every god she'd ever heard of.

"Please, please, just let this be a dream!" she cried desperately in her own head. "A horrible, horrible dream!"

Megamind began using the oaf's strength to his advantage and had him running errands for him. He could get what he needed in much less time and in the meantime, Megamind could keep working. It made his work go much faster.

Except Hobo was whistling. Off-key. And Megamind hates whistling. With a burning passion you could only find in Dante's fiery rings of Hell. And he was whistling 'Mary Had a Little Lamb.' But he sucked it up and forced himself into his zone for the sake of keeping his help.

Nine hours and three espressos later, Megamind was finished. He knew he was ready to take back Minion by force and could destroy anyone who got in his way.

Even Roxanne? He thought. He felt a quiet pang in his heart but steeled himself.

Yes. Even the betrayer.

"Hey, little buddy, where're you going?" Hobo asked.

"None of your business," he quipped, shoving one piece of equipment in his jacket and slapping the other on his arm.

"Alright," Hobo called after him cheerfully. "I'll be around if you need me."

Roxanne's captor left the room smugly, having taken what he wanted. Roxanne was no longer tied to a chair but was allowed to lie on the floor with her wrists and ankles bound. She wept silently, cursing every god she had begged and pleaded to.

Why me? She thought. I'm a good person... I didn't deserve this...

"I'm so sorry," a soft voice whispered across the room.

Roxanne didn't look up. She didn't need to. Even though she'd never heard the voice before, she knew that the voice could only belong to Megamind's brother. He'd described his brother as kind, motherly, and good. No one else here was any of those things and their voices reflected it.

"If you can get over here I can help you," he promised. Roxanne, still staring at the ground mutely, began to worm her way over toward the voice. She was only half way there when a dull "boom" rocked the complex and she felt a warm drop of liquid drip onto her neck. Roxanne felt all the energy drain from her body and she fell unconscious almost immediately.

"I hope you have sweeter dreams," he murmured apologetically in her ear.

Megamind was angry, determined, and ready to beat up as many men as he needed to. However, looking back on the last thirty seconds he realized he probably should have gone for a quieter approach. Instead, he'd blown an entire wall off the west end of the building. He coughed and rubbed at his eyes, trying not to choke on the grey dust from the cement brick walls.

I should have gotten some goggles or something.

He ducked behind a large piece of cracked cement when he heard shots fire in the vicinity. As soon as he could see well enough, he began firing his own gun back at them, dehydrating them one after another. He counted at least eighty by the time it was starting to quiet down a bit. There were at least three hundred guards, if he remembered correctly. So he snuck up behind a younger guard who only had a baton on him and choked him out. He scanned the man with his "watch" and then dehydrated him for good measure.

Now it's sneaky sneaky time!