Author's Note: Since it seems necessary for me to make this statement; yes, this story will eventually become a Megamind and Minion pairing fiction. If you don't like that pairing I highly suggest you turn back now, less your mind be warped by the horrors that await you.

"Come on Minion, come on! It'll be starting soon!" Megamind urged, as he hopped from one foot to the other in excitement.

"I don't want to watch!" Minion shouted back from the other side of the door.

"Minion, come on! You'll look amazing on camera and you know it," urged the alien.

"No, Sir!"

"!" sang Megamind, as he rapped his fingers on the door. "Come on! Roxanne interviewed you for a reason."

"I don't want to see it."

On the other side of the door, in the bathroom, Minion was leaning with his back against it and his arms folded over his chest. Across from him was the round mirror that Megamind normally spent at least an hour a day preening in front of. His reflection, that body that he still wasn't used to, was reflected back at him. He scowled at himself, at his underbite, his awkward-looking ears, and his skin tone. These were the sorts of physical traits you could accept on a fish, but on a person?

"Fine, be that way. I'm still going to record it!" Megamind called from beyond the door.

Minion was grateful that his boss hadn't ordered him out there. He heard Megamind walk away, and he pushed himself off the door and approached the mirror, his reflection growing closer with every step, until he was standing right in front of the sink.

He tilted his head, flexed a certain muscle, and his ear slowly moved. If he had still been a fish, the fin would have flared out impressively. Now, though, it was more like a muscle spasm. Minion leaned closer to the glass and opened his mouth wide as he could, to inspect his mouth. His bottom teeth were still slightly big, but at least they were humanlike and no longer sharp and scary-looking. He slowly ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling them, before shutting his mouth again.

"Good-looking?" He echoed the sentiment a few people had given him that day as he looked at himself, trying to see it. He lifted a hand and pushed it through his black hair, trying to style it, but it kept bouncing back to that ridged look that reminded him of the lights on his fish body.

"Hrm." He frowned and tried styling it again with his fingers, but the hair stubbornly refused. He wondered what he'd look like bald, but that look was managed quite well by his boss, and he didn't want to intrude upon his 'bald' territory.

His boss...

Minion had put him through so much that morning. Refusing to listen to his orders when the machine had been just about to explode, hiding in the water when he had fallen in, and when that gun had gone off. He had been truly terrified at that last instance, though. That man under his grasp, trying to aim the weapon and pull the trigger... for the briefest of seconds, Minion had thought he'd been shot. He hadn't, thank God, and how Megamind had grabbed at him, feeling him to see if he was all right and then...

His memory took him back to the moment almost instantly. Megamind throwing his arms around him, pressing himself in close. And how he had buried his face in his shoulder like that. Minion felt a tingle rush up his spine, and his face grew hot and turned emerald at the mere memory of it.

Why?

Sure, it had been a milestone. Megamind had never touched his skin to Minion's before, but did that warrant this kind of reaction?

He...cared about his boss, deeply. Of course he did; he was the sole purpose behind his very existence. Fish like him were born and bred to serve one master and one master only, for the entirety of their lives. There was a bond between them that was unbreakable, unmovable, hence why that night he had run away from Megamind it had felt like his heart had been shattering. Why he had sought him out only the day after, going to the one place he knew Megamind would go to because he knew him so well.

But why was it that his face was turning a deep shade of emerald and the freckles on his forehead were brightening at the memory of Megamind's blue skin against his green? His stomach was doing something he wasn't familiar with, and for a moment he felt as though he might have to use the toilet again, but it wasn't that... and thank heavens. The toilet was a new experience, and Minion did NOT like it at all.

He heard the news music starting up through the door, but remained staring at himself in the mirror. His face was still green, his mind still focused on feeling his boss's breath against his pointed ear, and the absolute concern and worry for his well-being in his voice. This stirred something deep within the fish-man; a new feeling he had never felt before.

It was like... fire, but an internal one, burning to a point, yet didn't seem to help fix anything at all. Gripping the sink, Minion bent forward and glared down at the taps for something to glare at, before he realized something in his anatomy was not acting the way it should.

Megamind turned his head when he heard a startled cry echoing from the bathroom, and the sound of somebody (Minion, obviously) falling over. He began to get up, but heard Minion cry out, "I'M FINE!"

Narrowing an eye, Megamind turned around to look back at the multiple televisions that were suspended on the wall. They were going on about the initial explosion, again, talking about the damage it had done to the immediate area. 'Experts' were claiming this was further proof that Megamind was a ticking time bomb, and had to be watched. The alien glowered as he leaned down against the console, eyes narrowed. Bad-mouthing him when he was a villain was expected, for what good was it being a bad guy if nobody shunned your name on public television? Yet the fact they were bad-mouthing him when he was now the hero of the city made him feel horrible.

"In related news to the explosion at Megamind's Lair, it seems as though science has had an unexpected breakthrough," the news reporter said, as a small photograph appeared over her left shoulder. It was a picture taken that day of Megamind, walking along a path with Minion, who had a question mark stuck over his face for some reason. To keep people curious? "As a result of the explosion, Megamind's faithful companion Minion has become what you might call the new fish-man about town!"

Megamind tilted his head slightly as he watched the image on the multiple screens switch to video footage taken that very day in the park. It was of the two just walking along the path together, Minion carrying his boots. It must have been taken right after he had gotten up from rolling along the grass, if Megamind's amazing memory served him right and it always did.

"Now an impressive six foot one, Minion was seen in multiple locations today, as always accompanied by Megamind. It seemed that fate itself was smiling upon the fish, since he and his boss apprehended a criminal attempting to carjack a woman at Metro City Shopping Mall around three-fifteen this afternoon. We take you now to pre-recorded interview with Roxanne Ritchi."

The image changed again, and sure enough there they all were, standing off to the side of the crime scene. Megamind, of course, looked amazing on screen with his hands on his hips like that, while Roxanne was talking into the microphone at the cameraman. Minion, meanwhile, stood behind Megamind with the look of a fish-man who wasn't certain as to whether or not he wanted to be there.

"Megamind, seems like you were in the right place at the right time again," Roxanne said into her microphone before holding it out to the blue man to answer.

"I'm always in the right place at the right time, Miss Ritchi," Megamind replied smoothly, arching a brow at her before looking at the camera. "Let that be a warning to all evil-doers out there, too."

"I'm sure they take that into account," she smiled, before looking up at Minion, as did the cameraman. "And Minion! You were a vital participant in disarming the criminal, is that correct?"

It zoomed in on Minion's face, and the fish-man continued to look like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming eighteen-wheeler. Megamind jabbed him in the stomach and Minion coughed, ears flicking out quickly before pinning back flat against the sides of his head. "R-right!" he answered.

"A bit reckless in your new body though, don't you think? I don't think you, or anyone, would like to see you get injured on your first day out in it." Roxanne smiled, and Megamind caught for just a fraction of a second the way the woman had looked over Minion's body before looking back up to his face.

His hand holding his remote suddenly tightened so dramatically the edges of the device pinched his palm. Was she... was she checking Minion out? On public television? It was only then Megamind realized that some people in the crowd, behind them were doing the exact same thing. Some women had their phones out, but they seemed to be pointed directly at Minion's behind rather than anything else.

While Megamind admitted Minion's new body was... good to look at, they should have enough common sense to not do this sort of thing on television!

"N-no. I don't think, think so," Minion answered shakily, tapping his fingers together.

"And what a body!" somebody shouted from the crowd, and there was some hoots, hollers, and cheers.

Minion drew in closer to Megamind, as if standing closer to him would cloak him from public view.

"Seems like everyone's pretty pleased with it, Minion, and with you for assisting Megamind in this arrest. Well done to both of you, and we hope to see more of the two of you in the news for good reasons from here on in. This is Roxanne Ritchi reporting, coming up next-"

Megamind turned the televisions off with a press of a single red button on the controls. He found it slightly amusing how so many people had been so keen on Minion's new body, but at the same time he didn't like how they had embarrassed the fish-man. Minion had rarely been one to show up for the camera, much less be the one filmed like he had. At least his first time in front of the camera hadn't been too embarrassing? Speaking of which... Megamind turned around to look at the bathroom door, which still seemed to be shut.

He tossed his cape back as he strolled up to the door, and knocked on it. "Minion?" he asked. "You can come out now, the segmint has been on," he said through the door.

"G-gn-th-that's good Sir!" Minion answered through the door. "I-I'm just in-inthemiddleofsomething!"

"In the middle of something?" Megamind asked, pulling back with a confused look on his face. "What are you doing in there?" He reached for the door knob cautiously.

"Don't come in! Don't come in!" came the frantic gasping of the fish-man. "I'm fine Sir, I'm fine, just please give me a moment!"

Megamind stood at the door and withdrew his hand, furrowing his brow. "Well, all right, if you say so..." he said, since he had never heard Minion sound like this before. It had been a hectic day for the two of them, no doubt he needed some time to just gather himself. He knew that feeling... so he patted the door. "All right. Don't be too long, I have to go in there soon."

"Y-yes Sir."

The blue alien shrugged to himself and walked away from the bathroom door, towards the kitchen area of the lair, which was more or less just the fridge, stove, and sink all along the same table that ran the length of the lair. They liked to live simply, after all, and whenever Minion would bake and cook he would bring out the study desks from the planning room and use them to set all his food on.

Megamind hummed 'Highway to Hell' as he opened the fridge and pulled out a wrapped chicken and cheese sandwich, and was about to bite into it when a specialized Brain Bot hovered to him.

"Mail!" it announced, blue dome glowing.

"Mail?" Megamind asked.

"Mail!"

"Mail!" Megamind then grinned as he walked over to a screen on the wall and pressed the lone green button to spark it to life. Being the in-touch superhero that he was, Megamind had set up a mail account for any 'fan mail' to be sent through directly, and whenever he got something the Mail Bot would let him know. He was surprised to see so many suddenly stream into the inbox, most of them seemed to have the name 'Minion' in the title bar. "Hrmm." He frowned as he pressed the touch screen buttons and brought up the first message.

"Minion." He read aloud, "You look so hot. I like your ears. Ex. Oh. Ex. Oh. Sara."

Megamind scoffed and moved onto the next one. "Oh Em Gee Minion, you make one sexy human. Are you single?"

He gasped at the question and moved onto the next, forgetting his sandwich completely as he began to read the multitude of messages for the fish. His eyes scanned the emails that were littered with words like 'hot', 'sexy', 'amazing', 'doable', 'single', and other such phrases. Megamind's face was flushed violet by the time he reached the end of them and pulled away from the screen. Where were these kinds of emails when Minion was a fish? He had been a fantastic fish then, why was it only now that people were paying this kind of attention to him?

The body.

Humans could be so superficial. You could have the kindest soul in the world, but if you had a face nobody liked, they would barely give you any time at all. Yet as soon as a pretty face, or pretty body, came into the equation, you would be drowning in compliments. It just didn't feel right, not right at all... but it certainly didn't have anything to do with the fact that Megamind was jealous of this kind of praise, or the fact that he found himself agreeing just the tiniest, littlest bit.

He all but jumped a foot when the door to the bathroom suddenly opened and Minion came walking, no, floating, out of it and shut the door behind him. Megamind glanced at him and momentarily wondered if he should tell him about the emails. Minion had been embarrassed out there in the crowd, hearing what those people said. If he read them, that easygoing look on his face would be replaced by nerves and embarrassment. Quickly, Megamind hit the 'Delete All Messages' button, and the inbox went blank.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Hhuuhhh?" Minion asked vaguely. He approached his boss, but careened to the side to grab a drink of water. "Oh. Oh, yeah. I'm... I'm much better," he answered.

"Well, good," Megamind said. "Are you hungry, or are you full from all the food we ate today?" he asked.

Minion smacked his lips together before touching his stomach. "I think I'm good."

"Good, great. Perfect." Megamind smacked his hands together before realizing he had forgotten his cheese and chicken sandwich, and retrieved it from the bench. "You looked great on the news, by the way," he added, grinning slightly.

The fish-man flushed, but smiled in gratitude. "You're just saying that, Sir."

"No really! The camera really captured your...Minion-ness," Megamind finished lamely, since he had suddenly become incredibly blank in the brain department as to how to compliment the fish-man without sounding like one of those creepy emails he had just eradicated off the face of the planet.

"Now I know you're lying." Minion grinned toothily.

"Bah, try to hand out compliments and look at where it gets you!" Megamind threw his hands into the air. Luckily he didn't release his grip on the sandwich, though a piece of cheese did end up falling to the floor. Minion quickly bent down to pick it up, and put it in the bin. "Anyway. Think I'm going to go turn in for the night. It's been a cra-hay-zee day," he said. He turned and began to walk away, but paused after a few steps to look back at Minion, who was drinking a glass of water. "...I am glad you're all right, Minion."

"I know, Sir."

"...Good."

With that, Megamind left the room, making his way to the door that led to a side room, which was Megamind's bedroom. It was moderately sized, surprisingly, with a queen-sized bed pressed up against one side of the room. Megamind found it impossible to sleep on a bed that didn't have a side of it against the wall, thanks to his years of growing up in prison. The mattress was hardly the best, old and lumpy, but like the position of the bed, it worked for the villain, since the beds in prison were hardly ideal and fluffy. In fact, when Roxanne had prompted him to get a brand new mattress, Megamind had found the task of lying on all the soft, comfortable mattresses in the store outright disturbing.

Minion wished him goodnight again before glancing around the lair. There was dust everywhere still, and he sighed to himself before going to his faithful drawer where he kept his aprons. His poor 'Kiss the Cook' one had been burned to shreds in the explosion, so he pulled out a black and white checkered apron reading 'Hot Buns' with a picture of a single bun beneath the text. He tied it on over his black clothing, found his faithful bucket, mop, and duster, and got down to work. The fish-man half sang, half hummed 'Crazy Train' as he worked, making sure to pick up the dust on either his mop or dust pan, since a dirty lair was an unhappy lair. Plus it smelt horrible, with the dust still in the air.

It took him a few hours work, but Minion soon wrung out the mop for the last time in the sink, and turned to look over the lair. The floor was nice and clean, the walls and ex-evil devices were no longer caked with grime, and even the Invisible Car had been given a good waxing.

He nodded his head proudly and removed his apron, folding it over his arms, and only paused in order to yawn loudly. "Guess I should turn in too," he mumbled to himself, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes, but then stopped short.

Where was he going to sleep?

His poor suit, in which he normally slept, was still a wrecked mess, and he wouldn't be capable of fitting into his lovely little castle now. Maybe the Invisible Car? After checking, Minion was annoyed to discover he couldn't lay down in the back seat because he was too tall. Plus, he figured it would be Hell on his new spine, and he didn't want to mess it up too early. Even the couch seemed a bad idea, since he could remember when Megamind would fall asleep on it and wake up with a sore neck and shoulder.

Huffing, the fish looked around, unsure of where he could sleep. It looked as though he had bought his new pajamas (little green fish on blue) for nothing, since he couldn't very well sleep on the floor.

An idea wormed itself into his head and buried itself deeply between his lobes, and Minion's eyes widened at what it was suggesting. He turned his head, slowly, to look at the door that led to Megamind's bedroom. Dare he? It wouldn't be the first time that he and his Sir would have shared a bed together... in fact, growing up in prison, Minion would always end up snuggled up against Megamind's chest in the middle of the night, but that was back when he was just a little glowing fish in a glass ball. He wasn't a fish anymore; he was a very tall man who would need room to sleep. Could Sir's bed even offer him enough room? What if he hogged the blankets? Kicked Sir out of bed?

There were many 'what ifs', but he saw no other choice. After collecting his new pajamas from the bag they were still in, and swallowing hard, Minion made his way to the bedroom door and gently knocked. "I-I'm sorry Sir a-are you awake?"

He heard a low groan from the other side of the door, and the sound of sheets moving. Darn! He should have known Sir would be sleeping by now! The fish-man was just about to turn and walk away from the door when he heard an answer. "Whassamattah?"

"Can I come in?" Minion asked, and then jumped as the door was suddenly pulled open. There stood Megamind, in his hazard sign pajamas and bat slippers. "Y-you didn't have to getup!" he spluttered.

"Wassa?" Megamind asked, rubbing one eye with the back of his hand. "Issa signal on?"

"Oh uh, n-no Sir. No, it isn't that," Minion replied, nervously glancing over his shoulder to just make doubly sure the signal that the police used now and then wasn't lighting up the night sky. If it was, that meant they were needed for a special matter that needed urgent attendance. Seeing how it wasn't, though, Minion turned back to stare at his boss. "I just... uhh... hrm." He looked down at his hands, and tapped his forefingers together. "I don't really know how to exactly ask this. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. But fact of the matter is, Sir, that I...I..." He trailed into silence awkwardly.

"Just spit it out, Minion," Megamind glowered.

"I need somewhere to sleep, and I was wondering if I could sleep with you, Sir. If, if that's all right. Sorry, I know. It's stupid, I can sleep on the floor. Sorry for bothering you Sir, you go back to sleep now." Minion backed away quickly and turned to leave, but found that impossible, since Megamind had suddenly grabbed at his wrist and the skin-on-skin contact gave the fish-man shivers that halted his feet.

"You can't wake me, mumble that, then leave, Minion," Megamind grumbled as he began to tug the fish-man into his room. "Get in. But NO hogging the covers."

"Y-yes. Yes sir," Minion answered, as Megamind kicked his slippers off and climbed beneath the covers until only just the top of his head was visible. The fish-man stood there momentarily, before glancing down at himself and realizing he was still wearing his black leather clothes; no good for sleeping. The pajamas in his hands were suddenly tossed onto the bed and he crouched down in order to remove his socks and boots. Once this was done, he grabbed the shirt and began to peel it up and over his head.

Megamind lifted his head for a moment and opened his eyes, and found himself staring at the striking green skin that was on display. Minion wasn't overly muscular like Metro Man, nor was he flabby like Hal, nor slender and slim like himself. He had some definite muscle structure happening, and Megamind watched, further intrigued by the fact that Minion would obtain such a body. How? Was it Metro Man's DNA? Did that mean Minion might have superpowers and just not know about it? He would have to run some further tests tomorrow, but not before shutting his eyes and pretending to be resting again by the time Minion tugged the shirt off and began pulling the pajama top on.

The fish-man removed his pants and underwear before pulling on the pajama bottoms, and cautiously approached the bed. He'd never slept in a bed and felt the mattress or bedding before. Cautiously, he reached over and pulled back some of the blanket, and began to ease himself into the bed. Minion couldn't complain about the mattress being lumpy, or old, since he had never felt such a thing before. He smiled broadly, though, and looked at Megamind, who was on his side, eyes shut, and looked exceptionally peaceful.

That was something that just seemed to happen with the alien. No matter how evil he used to act throughout the day, no matter how many times he tried to take over the city and destroy Metro Man, whenever he shut his eyes to sleep he looked practically angelic.

Minion got comfortable on his side as well, so he was facing his boss, and smiled faintly. "Goodnight, Sir," he whispered.

"Nnghnight," Megamind answered, half mumbling.

The fish-man shut his eyes and sighed heavily, pulling the blanket closer around himself as he tried to adjust to the fact he wasn't sleeping in his castle anymore. The closeness of the walls brought him comfort and familiarity. In this bed, with just a blanket around him, he felt a little exposed. So it wasn't at all that startling when, at some time during the night, Minion ended up snuggling right up against his boss and even went so far as to throw an arm over him. Megamind, in return, tilted his head into the chest of his sleeping companion, both oblivious to the late night snuggling that was going on.

At least, until morning came.

To be continued