"Okay, before anyone starts asking questions!" Marianne announced, "Only Uncle Minion gets the full story, because he's the only one I trust not to break the time-space continuum."

"What?" Minion said, alarmed, "Don't give me the whole story! I don't want the whole story!"

"Okay then no one gets the whole story," Marianne shrugged.

"What?" Megamind cried.

"No, Dad, if I give you the whole story you'll wreck the time space continuum!" Marianne told him. As the two of them started to argue, Pisces sidled up beside Minion.

"So, this is weird," he said conversationally.

"Actually not the weirdest thing that's happened to me while working for Sir," Minion said ruefully.

"Oh, I can believe that. You always had some of the wildest stories when I was growing up," Pisces laughed.

"So you're how old?" Minion asked.

"Seventeen. Cousin Mari's fourteen," Pisces answered, "I'm not going to be born for another ten years or so, though. Man, I wish Cousin Mari would leave this kind of crazy junk to her dad."

"So it's genetic then?" Minion asked.

Roxanne was still tied to the chair, watching dazedly and not entirely sure she wasn't still unconscious and having the weirdest dream of her life. The girl, Marianne, was certainly pretty, in a fae way. Delicate blue skin, paler than Megamind, with rosy pink lips and cheeks that were chapped in a way that spoke of a lot of time out in the wind and weather. Long, deft fingers, shiny brown hair with bangs cut short to be out of her way, a forehead that was inhumanly large but not off-putting, a smile that reminded Roxanne of her own mother, and a way of moving as if underwater or being shot through with electricity, depending on how aggravated she was. She was dressed eclecticly in a plaid skirt, a short sleeved blouse, a dramatic black cape, mary janes, and a gun belt complete with even more futuristic de-gun sitting jauntily on her hips. Roxanne didn't want to admit it, but she could see her own influence in the girl, the shape of her eyes, the color of her hair, the slope of her nose. The fish on the other hand was a carbon copy of Minion, a few decades younger and in a suit built like a muscular young man rather than a gorilla, but unmistakably his son.

"So… am I dreaming?" Metro Man asked quietly as he sidled up next to her.

"Maybe," Roxanne whispered back, "Hey, why haven't you untied me yet?

"Right, right, sorry…"

"And furthermore!" Marianne announced, "I like being alive! Therefore I am not giving you any information about the future that might jeopardize my birth! At this point in time that is pretty much everything!"

"Fine." Megamind grumbled, not looking happy with it, "But I must know, how did you manage time travel?"

"Sheer dumb luck," Marinanne informed him, "I was trying to do commercially viable faster than light, but something went wrong. I suppose I must be on the right track if I'm time traveling, but it's not what I was going for. Here," she held up a tablet, "Think this'll work to get me home?"

"You've got the capacitors in the wrong place," Megamind said with a glance, "And the portal containment fields are all-- Oh, I see what you did there…"

"So… Uncle Music?" Metroman asked, hovering casually over Pisces's shoulder as he helped his diminutive cousin with some heavy lifting.

"Oh yeah, I forgot you went by something different back before we were born," Pisces said, "Yeah, there's a story behind that, but Mari would kill me if I told you."

"Am I any good?" Metroman asked.

Pisces made a complicated face… "Eh? I mean, you don't make me want to claw my ears out or something. Dad says you were so bad when you started it literally caused him physical pain to be in the room when you got going, and Aunt Roxanne says that if you continue to improve at the same rate you'll be halfway decent by the time Cousin Mari leaves for college."

"Huh." Metroman contemplated that, expression difficult to read, "How about that?"

Pisces just rolled his eyes and kept working, all too used to Uncle Music's weird habits.

"So…" Roxanne started, awkwardly peering at the blue girl who claimed to be her daughter out of the corner of her eye. "Me and him?"

"I have been informed that it didn't happen until Dad grew up some," Marianne informed her, not looking up from her work, "Vehemently."

"Well, that's…" Roxanne trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

"It's something, let's just leave it at that," Marianne said, "If even half the stories about how Dad used to act are true…"

"I don't know any of your stories, but I guarantee that he is that bad and worse," Roxanne told her.

"That bad, huh?" Marianne asked, "Figures. Dad grew up, but he's still getting a handle on some things. I'd probably be the most spoiled brat in existence if you and Uncle Minion didn't have your heads screwed on right."

"That sounds about right," Roxanne agreed. A pause. "Frog-faced little?"

"Oh," Marianne made a face, "When I was twelve the earth was invaded by aliens who were absolute and total idiots, and I do not use that term lightly, but it's what they are. I have never run into a species, that, to a member, are all so entirely lacking in common sense. Peace was made fairly quickly, and most of them live in a biosphere on the moon now, but their ideas of what is safe and reasonable and human ideas of what is safe and reasonable are not the same at all."

"Oh, so like Megamind, then," Roxanne smirked.

Marianne snorted, "Oh my gosh I'm telling him you said that, it'll break his heart."

"What? It's true."

"Oh my gosh, Mom…"

The two women laughed.

"This was fun!" Marianne smiled, giving a jaunty wave from in front of the swirling indigo vortex, "Let's never do this again. See you in a couple decades!"

Pisces waved, and they stepped through the vortex and vanished. Slowly, the energy faded away, too.

"Well, that was… interesting," Roxanne finally decided.

The time travel equipment self-destructed.

"Let us never speak of this again," Megamind decided.

"Dad you will never believe what just happened!" Marianne hollered, tearing out of the room. Minion, who had been in the room when they stepped out of the time portal, gave his son a commiserating look.

"Time travel?" he asked. Pisces just face-palmed.

There will be further adventures of Miss Marianne Mind! On Ao3 they're going to be a bunch of one-shots joined in a series. Would you guys prefer that I post them as one shots here too, or post them all as part of this story? Fair warning, if I do that second one I'll probably rename the story something a little more suitable for a collection. Let me know what you think!