AN: I am sorry if this is confusing for you, but this is a chapter about what happened our first morning in the Lair, before we met Roxanne. To get Remmy's version, read 'Living in 3D'.

"One must always have one's boots on and be ready to go."~Michel de Montaigne

Chapter 10- Two Borrowed Boots and a De-gun

I woke up slowly. First my dreams got interrupted by my awakening, then I heard the sounds of the real world, and then my eyelids started to tremble.

'Wake up, sleepy head!' my brain whispered. I yawned and stretched my body under the sheets.

My eyes finally opened.

For a second I was totally confused. This was not my bedroom! Where the H was my teddy bear?

Wait...

Ah crap, that's right!

I was sleeping on a mattress on the floor inside a tiny storage room that had been cleared out the night before. On the other side of the floor another mattress lay empty, but I knew Remmy had been sleeping there before.

I sat up, not bothering about how exposed I was. Remmy had confirmed yesterday that sleeping in nothing but my underpants were OK. Finding the clothes next to my mattress, I started to get dressed. My bra, a pair of jeans, a T-shirt, a thick hoodie with a zipper in front, my socks...

I stopped and stared at my second pair of socks, thick and made of wool. I also took a look at my winter boots; very big so that I could wear two pair of socks and keep out the Norwegian coldness. Problem was that I was no longer in a village in Norway, but in a city in Michigan, USA.

"Pokkers, this is going to be warm."

Walking out of the storage room and out into the Lair, I followed the sound of forks against plates to find the kitchen. I walked up a stair that I remembered seeing in the movie during Roxanne and 'Bernard's escape. On the next floor I found a door leading to a kitchen and its two occupants.

"Morning," I said shyly. From the table, Megamind made a little sound from his throat, apparently his way of saying good morning to his unwelcomed guest.

He was cutting up a huge pack of American pancakes, resembling the Norwegian sveler. For a second, I just stared at it. Geez, American's really are weird. Treats for breakfast.

"Good morning, Miss Fire! What can I get you?" the fish smiled.

"Do you have some bread and milk?" I asked, and Minion pointed at a cupboard.

"Up there is bread. Milk and whatever spreading or cold cuts you want is in the fridge."

Spreading and cold cuts. I stored the words for later use. Back home there was just one word for anything you can place on bread; pålegg. But when in Rome...

Seating myself at the table, I looked around.

"Where's Remmy?"

"She's not asleep?" Minion asked, sitting down with a box of fish food.

"No. I thought she might be here."

"As long as she's not destroying anything," Megamind mumbled into his cup of coffee. I rolled my eyes.

"She might be weird, but she isn't stupid! I think..." I had a bite of my simple breakfast.

"Oh, really. And may I ask just how well you know her?"

"Um..." Good question. Chatting online could hardly be thought of as 'knowing' a person.

"I doubt Miss Remmy is ruining anything, Sir." Megamind only frowned and finished his pancakes. With a shake of his body (apparently there was no point in discussing) Minion poured some of the fish food into his bowl. I stared fascinated and with a tilted head on the sinking food.

"Minion, is that all you eat? Because you do have some seriously sharp teeth. You sure you're not a predator?"

The fish blinked. Maybe it had never occurred to him that someone would wonder about it. "I do eat other things as well. But not fish, though. That would be weird."

"You ate my goldfish once," Megamind pointed out, pouting.

"He was bugging me, Sir."

"If you say so." He rose and placed the dishes on the counter. "Well, I have some work to do."

I stared at his feet as he passed me. "You are aware you're only in your socks?"

"Yes, I am! I think a Brainbot must have stolen my boots. I'm going out to look for them now."

"Question. Are they really made of seal?"

He placed his hands on his hips and stared at me. "What? Don't you believe I was evil enough to wear a seal?"

I showed of my palms. "No, no. Just wondering. I mean, seal is very comfy, though I've never used seal boots without fur on them. It's just the 'baby' thing that's a bit weird."

The aliens shared a surprised look while I finished my food.

"You wear seal boots? For real?" The blue man looked like he'd just found the sickest girl in the world.

"What? It's warm. But I don't like the thought of wearing a baby." I shrugged.

The look on Megamind's face told me the truth. There was no way those boots really were made of baby seals. On the inside, I did a fist bump. Ha – knew it! Their eyes still followed me when I placed the dishes on the counter next to Megamind's. When I turned, Megamind shook his head to get his mind on other things.

"OK, so I'm going off to hunt down a thieving Brainbot. Minion, could you help me? You always seem to know just where to look."

"Oh, oh, can I come too? I still haven't met a Brainbot!"

Rolling his eyes, Megamind walked out the door. "Fine. But no touching! They bite."

Something in his voice made me wonder if he actually wished for it to happen.

After looking in all the Brainbot's favourite places, we still hadn't found a single 'baby seal' leather boot.

"They're my favourite pair," whined Megamind. "I got them custom made!"

"Where on earth is Remmy?" I wondered to myself. You'd think she'd be up and ready to explore this place.

Passing a leather couch, I saw a head filled with light brown, curly hair. It didn't really sink in before I'd passed it, and I jumped back in real cartoon style and looked over the back of the couch. There, sound asleep, was Remmy, her glasses in a weird angle over her face.

"Remmy?" I said, hoping she'd wake up, but she only murmured something and kept on sleeping.

"You found Miss Remmy?" Minion asked and came back, Megamind right behind him.

"Yeah, she's asleep," I said and shrugged my shoulders. "We better keep looking for-"

"My boots!"

Megamind was suddenly at the end of the couch, looking down at Remmy's feet.

I did a face palm. God, this wasn't good.

His cry had finally woken up Remmy. She squinted, trying to see without her glasses.

"Huh?"

"Why are you wearing my boots?"

While straightening her glasses, Remmy yawned. "My feet got cold. Fire's boots were too big and yours basically fit."

I rolled my eyes, wondering whether or not Remmy had lost her head. "Remmy, you should have asked first." Especially when those boots belongs to an alien who owns a De-gun.

"You were asleep," she whined. "I didn't want to wake up anyone! Thanks for waking me by the way."

"You. Stole. My. Boots!"

Remmy got up from the couch and flexed her body. "Borrowed. Not stole."

"When you don't ask, it's considered stealing! But I shouldn't be surprised, since you're Australian."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

Not caring to answer, Megamind reached for his De-gun.

"I'll just de-hydrate the two of you and rehydrate you when the portal is finished! That way I don't have to worry about you stealing anything else!"

He aimed the gun at Remmy, who instinctively flinched, but there was no need.

"Sir, no!" Minion grabbed his master's cape and held him back, causing Megamind to drop the De-gun on the floor.

"It's the only way, Minion!"

"You can't de-hydrate our guests, Sir," Minion tried to explain.

"Yeah, listen to the fish! At least he's smart!"

"Oh, you little..." In a quick move, Megamind had unlocked his cape and gotten free.

"Woohoo! Take of the rest!" Remmy squealed, not aware of what situation she was in. A gloved hand reached down to the floor to pick up the De-gun...

I snatched it and jumped back away from him, aiming the gun against the big blue head. With a snarl, I placed my index finger over the trigger.

"Don't you move, blåbær! I've got a De-gun, and I'm not afraid to use it."

Everyone froze, except Remmy who let out a "Wooo! Cool. Now, force him to strip!"

The shocked expression on Megamind's face was replaced with fury and embarrassment as he moved his eyes from the gun to Remmy.

"What?"

"Come on, Fire! We can finally find out how his junk look like!"

I've only ever used a shot gun. The thing about shot guns is that they have only one setting: deadly bullets. The cool thing with the De-gun is that it has several!

Now, the stupid thing is that in the heat of the moment, it never occurred to me to check which setting it was on. So when Megamind finally made a move to throw himself at the fifteen-year-old girl, I in my adrenalin kick fired the gun at him; but it wasn't on de-hydration.

Minion, who of course had figured that Viking teens plus guns was a bad mix, grabbed his master and pulled him back and behind the robot suit. In the next moment, the gorilla body was covered in what seemed to be garlands, crêpe paper and glitter.

There was a moment of silence.

Then Remmy started to laugh, Minion began to pick on the decorations and I stared at the gun.

"Huh. De-coupage. I thought it was set on De-hydration."

It took me a minute of staring before I understood what I had just done. Damned, I'd just aimed and fired a gun on someone! "Åh... Åh, herregud! I'm so sorry! Beklager, beklager, beklager!"

"You just tried to shoot me!" Megamind said, in complete shock. He stared at me, the De-gun and then at the decorated Minion. "You shot Minion!"

"Beklager, beklager, beklager…" I kept on babbling.

"What if it had been set to De-stroy?"

"Beklager, beklager, beklager!" I dropped the gun on the floor and kicked it away.

"Minion, are you OK?" Megamind asked as he began to remove the garlands.

"Yes, Sir, I'm fine. No harm done."

"Well, it could have been. I say we just de-hydrate these girls and put them away until I've fixed the portal."

"NO!" Remmy and I cried.

"I'll never borrow your boots again!"

"I'll stay far away from the De-gun! And I'm very sorry, Minion."

Still trying to free himself from the decoupage, Minion assured me. "That's OK, Miss Fire."

"No, it isn't! Megamind's right, the gun could have been set to anything!"

"See, even the girl agrees. A few months as blue cubes won't harm them," Megamind said. Minion rolled his eyes and got rid of the very last string of crêpe paper.

"Sir, you are not going to de-hydrate the girls, and no harm was done. Now, Miss Remmy, are you hungry? The rest of us have already eaten."

Remmy, who hadn't stopped laughing the whole time, dried her eyes. "Yes, thank you Minion."

"Great, I'll show you the way to the kitchen!"

The two went and left Megamind and I alone.

For a moment, we stood still, our eyes still fixed on the way Minion and Remmy had gone. Then I received a deathly glare.

"Never do that again," he growled, and pointed a finger at me. I watched it for a second before I dared meet his eyes. I'm never the girl who needs to be put in her place, because I'm rarely away from it. Having someone mad at me really wasn't a thing I was used to.

"I doubt I will," I said.

His glare softened a bit and he leaned back to look at me properly while fastening his cape back on.

"Fine. But if you do, you'll spend the rest of your time here as a cube."

"Deal."

With a swoosh of his cape, he turned to follow Minion and Remmy.

"Megamind."

He turned and glared at me. "What?"

Scratching the floor with my foot, I mumbled, "I am sorry."

For a moment he only watched me. Then, with a sigh-

"It's all right."

I nodded. "Good. Thank you."

Because, you know, when you're staying in the Lair, you should try to get along with the hero and his fish.

Not shoot them.

Sry for doing some changes, ninetheen! Just made more sense to me this way.

Yes, I've worn seal. What? It's common!

And really, pancakes for breakfast? C'mon.

Shortly after this, Roxanne came and Remmy scared her by asking how Megs' junk look like...