Oh my gawd. Seriously, I suck. Okay here's... Well... Sort of an update, maybe... Basically, it's crap. I've had it sitting there since Christmas and i just have NO muse for it. I'm probably going to scrap it entirely, maybe. I do like it, and had a lot of awesome ideas for it. I guess I'm still undecided. Well, if anyone has any ideas message me, or if they want to take over. Eh, anyway here's some story.

I've also got a new one up if anyone's interested. Hmmmm. :|

The two had been sitting in the dark office for some time, their work illuminated be peculiar gadgets and switches as they lost themselves to the world outside. The two worked studiously and constantly exchanged half-baked ideas but for the most part Roxanne simply tried to catch up on what the genius already knew by combing his immense collection of notes or listening intently as he sat on the edge of the chair talking and teaching like on old college professor. She found his voice soothing and could listen for hours, watching as he backed up his knowledge with photos, videos or recorded sounds.

She found as the two worked together it was easy to fall into an almost pre-planned role and though Roxanne had questions they never went unanswered. While she leaned over documentation with a pen in hand the genius would uncover related files and slide them into a pile beside her, likewise she often found herself passing him required information without being asked. At one point she noticed the alien stop in his workings to smile fondly at her but her eyes had been downcast and she wasn't sure if she was supposed to see.

It was about eleven when Minion finally came in, apologising profusely for the interruption. It didn't take long for Roxanne to come to the conclusion that when Megamind was working or plotting Minion usually stayed well out of the way. She supposed it was almost amusing watching as the two struggled to pull Megamind from his work and every time Minion thought he had succeeded the three were pulled back to his desk as he quickly scribbled down his thoughts. His friend was ever patient though and seemed to have no mind waiting an extra few minutes and simply occupied himself with brief spurts of tiding.

When the three finally made their way down to the kitchen they were greeted with overwhelming smells and a table that could have been set for a family of six. It was almost fascinating to watch how much the tiny figure could stomach and though they certainly didn't get their way through the lot of it a decent half had been devoured. Finally the two had to give into the pacing fish though who had been loitering by the fire for some time, doing his utmost best not to stare intently at the two while he waited for them to finish. Roxanne was tempted to try another serving just to prolong the amusing expression on Minion's face but even she wasn't that crazy.

The two pushed back from the table and Minion quickly took the lead, practically dancing up the stairs with them in tow. He lead them through the bathroom again which was now occupied with a handful of brain bots and stood in front of the bedroom door, blocking it from view.

"Oh I hope you like it!" he exclaimed. "It's only temporary and we didn't have much to go in it, I'm sure if you want anything Sir can make it for you but I still added some fun here and there."

"Just lets us in, Minion." Megamind said in a mock stern voice as folded his arms across his chest, his foot tapping impatiently.

"Oh, right, sorry." He beamed "Anyway, tada!" he sang, swinging the door open and stepping aside to reveal his days labour.

"Oh… Minion." She managed to whisper, stepping in with wide eyes. The room was massive, split down the middle by panels of freshly stained wood that divided the area into two separate rooms. On one side stood a massive four poster mahogany bed and on the right a matching desk, high backed chair and a chest of drawers but her eyes were quickly drawn to a large metal table built low to the ground. It was no higher than her knee but what appeared to be a sheet of tinted black glass turned out to be a large monitor set into the table's surface. She suspected it was similar to the screen in Megamind's office that could be touched and drawn on and the set of similar buttons down one side backed up her theory.

Making her way to the ornate desk she could more clearly see the intricate patterns that decorated much of the surface as well as the other furniture and from the looks of it Minion had mimicked the design on the wooden panels that divided the room. It still smelt like paint, polish and wood shavings but it was bearable and quickly airing through tiny holes in the roof, some seemed to be sucking while others were sending down little funnels of heated air that warmed the room considerably.

"I still need to find you some cushions for the table and the room's fairly low tech, there's some buttons on the desk and a flip over screen on the top of your bed and the draws are set up to suck the air from your clothes and give you more room. Oh and you can spin the wardrobe around store things in the drawers behind it. Sir was using it for storage before but I just took out the safe and attached the furniture and all that. It wasn't very hard and I do hope you like it." Minion babbled, looking thoroughly proud of his work. Even Megamind was keen on looking around, checking under the bed and looking through her drawers, and tossing random pens to her which turned out to be for the screen.

"Thank-you so much, Minion. This is amazing!" Roxanne grinned as she made her way right for the table and crouched down beside it, running her hand affectionately over the large screen. The table seemed to be bolted to the floor and she suspected Minion couldn't move it so instead cleaned it up. He'd even given her some stationary and a few stacks of paper.

"That one's really old so I don't think there are any files left on it, I checked through and unlocked it for you so you're free to use it while you're here, Sir already said it was fine and I even found both pens and the remotes that go with the screens and such, they're in the drawer under the desk. Oh, Sir, I just made that!" he whined, rushing over to the bed Megamind had just plopped himself down on. Needless to say he was back up quickly and chuckling as Minion grumbled over the destruction of his hard work.

"Any chance I could get a copy of those files on Wayne?" Roxanne asked, spinning the pen in her hand as the screen flickered to life.

"Of course, everything is linked together, you just need the right pass, here let me do it for you." He said, crouching down beside her and tapping around with the other pen.

"Are you working on something new, Sir? With Miss Ritchie?"

"We're getting Metro Man into presidency." Megamind answer back simply.

"Oh… Er… Why?" he asked, scowling at the inside of his fishbowl.

"It was Miss Ritchie's idea. We're going to change the world Minion."

She blinked for a moment. Change the world. He'd said it so seriously, like it was the most normal thing in the world. She liked that, she more than liked that. They were going to change the world. Gods, she was mad.

"Come, sit." Megamind continued, patting the ground beside him. "We'll explain it you. You'll love this. Roxy?"

"Hmm? Oh yes." She looked up from the screen as Minion settled down beside them, his suit making a sound much like a machine powering down.

"We want to make a few 'adjustments' to how the worlds run," She started. "The best way to do that without too much interference is to be president but can you honestly picture me or Megamind fitting the role?" Minion shook his head, looking a little amused as he peeked at said genius from the corner of his eye. "We decided we needed someone the people will adore, or better yet already adore but we couldn't just use anyone. Wayne seemed to be the perfect choice for several reasons."

"He's none too bright, if we can convince him everything he's doing is for the benefit of everyone he won't question it-" Megamind continued where Roxanne left off.

"But he won't do anything you tell him to do, he's not that supid-" Minion interrupted.

"Not us, but maybe through letters, word of mouth, Megamind could hack into his computer at home. The key is to make him think he's running the show, calling all the shots." Roxanne added.

"We'd need to develop his trust first, help him catch 'criminals', improve lives. It's a fairly simple matter. The hard part comes with getting him to the top." Megamind said, tapping at the screen to pull up a document Roxanne couldn't read. "Not impossible though. From there Roxanne has some very good ideas."

"I'm not surprised; you're a clever one, Miss Ritchie." Minion beamed, moving his little fins around as though gesturing with hands.

"Thank-you, Minion."

"You're welcome. What are some of the ideas?"

Again the next few hours were spent filling Minion in, checking through files and taking notes on pretty much everything they discussed. Minion was much smarter than Roxanne had given him credit for, sure he always seemed capable but being so bubbly and cheerful, and of course being very much the sidekick, Roxanne had overlooked him quite a bit. Of course his intelligence was hardly surprising considering the company. Even more unusual was how easily she was keeping up with conversation between the two. At times they'd fall into talks of machinery or politics that she couldn't follow completely but for the most part she did well, she didn't even suspect them of dumbing down their speech, unlike most men who seemed to treat her like, well. A pitiful woman.

It was about four in the morning when Minion insisted he'd better get some rest, leaving the two to continue as they were but sometime after nine her traitorous body let out a yawn and Megamind set to sending her to bed. She didn't want him to go, though he didn't linger, simply said goodnight at the door and slid from the room towards his own leaving her to crawl under the silk black covers and curl up. Everything smelt of him but nothing more than the bed and she found herself subconsciously curling in against the pillow. Was it because of those nights he'd comforted her? Or perhaps this familiarity had been planted long ago. She'd been kidnapped on a regular basis, spent plenty of time in his company. She'd never felt threatened and it was true she found the brake from her life pleasant, sometimes fun. They'd never spoken like enemies, she'd never been threatened and he'd never hurt her. To be honest he was probably the only person she'd ever felt comfortable around. Of course she'd love to deny it but the longer she lay there the less it bothered her.

Tthrtrt

"Miss Ritchie? Miss Ritchie?"

Roxanne opened her eyes slowly, painfully bright light reflecting off the glass surface before her.

"Miss Riiiiitchiiiiiie"

She blinked, trying to clear her mind but it was foggy, clouded with sleep. She could practically hear her cogs grinding into place.

"Minion?"

"Oh, finally! Good morning Miss Ritchie! Breakfast is ready! I wasn't sure what you liked so I just made a whole bunch."

"Oh, thanks." She yawned, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"No problem! I'll be downstairs if you need me!" he chirped, ambling from the room while Roxanne attempted to keep her eyes open for more than a few seconds at a time. She still wasn't a morning person, never was and certainly never would be. She slid one leg out of bed, then the other and simply sat there with her face on the mattress and one arm still curled around her pillow. She could hear the loud whirr of machinery in the room across the hall and her own room was beginning to smell like petrol fumes and metal, she was sure Megamind had been up all night working on whatever had taken his interest. Normally she would have been curious to see but the best she could do was move her leg a little and hope it would regain circulation.

A few minutes later she became aware of how much her neck hurt… She'd fallen asleep, hadn't she? She sighed and slid from the bed to the floor, rolling onto her back and forcing herself to open her eyes wide. It didn't help, in fact when she next open her eyes she was laying on her stomach with a small corner of the blanket wrapped around her arm. The petrol fumes had cleared now, and it sounded like he was just kicking things around, the clatter of metal, wood and even once a muffled thud that sounded suspiciously like someone had fallen from somewhere high.

With a defeated huff she pushed herself up from the hard floor and brushed through her messy hair with her fingers. Not that it really helped much. She wondered if it would be okay for her to shower, she was staying here now wasn't she? Gathering up a change of clothes she made her way to the bathroom where she was unexpectedly greeted by a group of brain bots who had settled themselves on the edge of the tub.

"Er… Hello?" she said cautiously as their red eyes settled on her. None of them moved though and she slowly made her way around the room to rest her clothes on a counter, their eyes trained on her the entire time. Finally she decided there was no way she'd be taking her clothes off with them in the room and attempted to shoo them, pulling open the door to the hall and waving her hand for them to go in that direction. The sparking dome of one fizzled red for a moment, then another looked away but beside that they stayed exactly where they were.

"Oh for crying out loud." She grumbled, slumping and staring up at the ceiling as though it held all the answers.

"Having a problem with the brain bots, Miss Ritchie?"

Minion had poked his massive dome into the room and was now staring at her, those wide eyes curious but not mocking like she suspected Megamind would be in the same situation.

"They won't clear out." She replied in monotone but added a smile for good measure. Minion didn't need to face her morning wrath. He smiled back, one of those wide innocent smiles that consumed his entire face before he stepped in and started telling them to work or check on 'sir' and even once started with the baby talk, attempting to call them to him. Finally he gave up with a scowl.

"Hmm… I'd better fetch the wrench from boss… I'll just be a moment."

He left the room quickly and she heard him tap on the door across from hers but before he had a chance to even ask anything Megamind had pushed past him and rounded the bathroom door, peering in with a sly grin. "You're disappearance has just been made public, Miss Ritchie."

"Oh?" she returned the grin and sauntered past him, making her way into his work room where she was greeted by a massive array of screens. It was another room with lots of desks, a high backed chair, levers and buttons but mostly tools and old projects, scrap metal and wood and even a few robotic parts she recognised. He stepped in behind her and the volume turned up as Wayne's face filled the screen and for once he wasn't winking or grinning. Then she spotted Janey, her eyes splotchy and red but she'd known she'd make it onto the news and was wearing one of her best casual dresses. Forever the top of fashion.

"I came in and knocked on the door but she didn't answer, I thought she was just upset so I left her but after lunch I knew something was wrong. I let myself in and her things were gone, the bed wasn't made though and it looked like there was a struggle. I hadn't heard anything! I just- I just-"

It looked like it was all too much for her and she started bawling into Wayne's chest which made him look insanely uncomfortable, Roxanne snorted with amusement as the interviewer started asking questions about what could have happened. Mostly he just said he didn't know anything for sure and they'd need to find out more before they could say anything officially but the final question had a glimpse of anger cross the hero's face, even the new reporter stepped back which made everyone in the room snicker.

"Some people are suggesting that Roxanne's now under the guidance of Megamind and after her performance with the officer there aren't a lot of disagreements, what are your thoughts on the matter?"

"Roxanne is a good person, I'm sure whatever- that was- it wasn't her, now more than ever."

"Any words for Megamind on the matter?"

"No. This interview is over."

"But Metro-"

"I said I have nothing more to say" he practically snarled.

Roxanne crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame as the interview was ended and a peppy little girl started giving the weather forecast.

"Oh look. It's going to be raining tomorrow." Megamind said dully.

"Oh boy!" Minion exclaimed, clapping his gorilla hands excitedly and wiggling around in his dome.

"Got anything outside that'll rust?" Roxanne replied just as flatly which resulted in a subtle smirk from the alien as he stepped past and headed back to a pile of scrap metal which she assumed was what he had been working on moments before. She turned from the room and back into the bathroom where the brain bots were still sitting happily. Thankfully Minion came to the rescue and Roxanne was left in peace.

hggffg

Once again most of the things in the bathroom were operated by switches, leavers and sometimes motion sensors which always surprised her, particularly when she was randomly drowned in clear soapy liquid. It tasted foul, not that she had much choice in the tasting part, but it made her skin feel instantly softer and she'd just learnt a valuable lesson about looking up in the genius's house, lair, whatever.

She didn't bother with a long leisurely shower, she wanted to get back to Megamind's notes as soon as possible and quite frankly she was a little uncomfortable. She could easily picture the genius as the kind to burst into the bathroom to tell her all about his new invention and pay no notice to her standing naked under the running water, he'd probably spin around and hurl out just as quickly and she'd be left standing there blushing. She'd much rather that occurrence never came to be.

She dressed quickly and stumbled back into her bedroom where she found her lunch on the desk, some sandwiches, drinks and a few fruits and vegetables. She felt a little guilty for letting the breakfast go to waste but it wasn't long lived, whatever she didn't eat she was sure the genius would have done so for her.

hgghj

She spent the next few days locked in her room. Well not really locked, more barricaded by a mass of papers, sketch pads, books and general trash she was slowly accumulating. It didn't matter much to her, Megamind was usually busy in one of his work rooms, down in the lab, sometimes even hauled up in the library with a stack of books a little beyond Roxanne's comprehension. It was almost funny how easy it was to live with someone and yet never see them. Again, she didn't really mind and his workings were certainly enough to keep her preoccupied. When it was really necessary to speak to him she'd just slide in front of the table or lie on the bed and talk to him through the microphones that were built into both.

Minion had taken to bringing her food up otherwise she had a tendency not to eat at all. It was so easy to forget things like that and at first she felt bad but Minion was always all smiles and insisted he always did the same for 'sir'. The two were more alike than she'd realised and she had found it was rather easy to fall into the role. Being evil was so… Simple, it was free and had no limitations. To be good you always had to watch your step, always needed to give yourself boundaries or follow those set by others. Now that she was free of it all she found there was no way she could turn back. Nothing mattered beside what she decided should. She didn't need to worry about the opinions of others or keep an eye on the time. She slept when she needed it, not because she had work in the morning.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hall and Roxanne quickly pushed away from the desk and made her way to the door, tipping mountains of paperwork as she did so before tugging a large box of trash out from in front of the door. If there was a floor she couldn't remember it, all there had been since she arrived was a sea of white covered in her messy handwriting.

"Roxanne?"

"One moment." She called back, narrowly avoiding slipping on a newspaper article she'd just cut out. She needed a better system in here then just tossing them in appropriate piles. Kicking aside more piles of paper near the door she pulled it open as far as it would go, a pair of chemical green eyes meeting hers instantly. He stepped past her and managed to slide the door shut moments before another stack of notes toppled thus blocking his retreat.

"I'm impressed." He chuckled as he indicated to the room before examining a small slice in his thick leather gloves, remarkably close to having cut all the way through and right across his wrist. He tapped at it for a moment as though he'd only just found it before turning back to her with a wicked smile. "I've got something you might be interested in seeing."

"Oh? Then by all means, lead the way."

"Well I was going to have the bots bring it in here… I think that might be out of the question for the moment though, come. It's just downstairs."

(Sorry all)