Da fuck is with all this fluffy crap I keep coming out with? HUH? Ah well. Only the beginning is fluffy. The end is kind of dark I suppose.

Anyway, Tigerblossom had the idea to do a one-shot about right after the fight between Minion and Megamind, and I thought I'd do that one. Seemed easy enough.

Wrong.

This is the result of fourteen attempts to write an emotional reflection on the fight, and I'm still not %100 percent sure about it. First I tried to go along with the flow of the dialogue for a few drafts, then I picked up from the "I don't need you line" for another few, then I came up with this. A flashback and then his reflection.

Anyway, hope you enjoy. You guys have given me some great ideas that I can't wait to get started on, but keep suggesting more! I never have enough fodder for these damnable plot bunnies.

Sniff. Sniffle. Sniff sniff.

Minion blinked awake slowly, shaking his little body to wake himself up from the confines of his water sphere. He'd dozed off when the teacher had ushered the children outside to play on the jungle gym. He was rarely let outside to play with his master, the teacher often opting to take his glass sphere and place it somewhere out of his master's reach.

Thankfully today, it had just been the middle shelf in the craft closet.

He blinked a few more times to wake himself up before he looked around for the source of the disturbance, and coming to the startling conclusion that the sounds of sniffling were quieted sobs, and said sobs were coming from a curled blue figure sitting nearby. His young master was sitting with his knees against his chest, hiding his face with his arms as his tiny, narrow shoulders shook.

Minion nudged the front of the sphere to make it roll far enough forward that it rolled over the edge of the shelf. A few disorienting bounces later, he rolled to his master's side, nudging his ball as close as possible to the child's hip. "Sir?" He half-whispered. But the child just angled himself further away from the space fish. Undeterred, Minion nuzzled up to his master once again. "Sir?" He asked a little louder. "Please sir, are you alright? Did that goody-two-shoes put you in timeout for no reason again sir?" He asked, a little anger seeping into his voice on the last part.

"NO!" his master finally snapped, shaking his head inside his arms so the fish wouldn't see his face. "I'm not in timeout! I hate those… those stupid children! They don't bother me when I'm back here!" He explained. "So that's why I'm here. Because they're stupid!"

Minion grimaced and rolled away from his master's side, and around to his feet, craning around in his sphere to try and see his master's face. "Sir? Sir, please tell me what happened. Can I do anything to make it better sir?" He asked softly.

His young master was silent for a moment before lifting his large blue head and swiping his orange-sleeved arm under his nose. It was then that Minion gasped, jerking back a little in his sphere. There on his master's cheek was a large, dark purple bruise.

"Sir! Who did that to you? That rude little goody-two-shoes?" His voice became loud and frantic and he turned around in his ball, rolling furiously towards the door. "How dare he hurt you! I'll… I'll… I'll hurt him!" He declared. And he would! He would make that snotty little pretty boy pay dearly for hurting his precious master-

"No!" He was suddenly thrown into darkness as his master lunged across the floor and threw his thin body over the sphere, trapping Minion. He hurriedly wrapped his arms around the glass and sat back on his butt, pulling the sphere up against his chest where he hugged it as tightly as his thin arms could manage. "No Minion, don't! He could hurt you, or break your sphere! And then I'll be all alone for real!" The child cried. "Don't leave me Minion!"

The fish fell silent, and his anger melted away as he angled his body up to see his master's tear-stained cheek smashed against the top of his sphere. He listened to his master's shuddering sobs for another quiet moment before he slowly nuzzled against the glass touching his master's cheek. "Don't worry sir." He murmured softly. "I won't ever leave you. I'll always take care of you."

His master pulled his head away just a bit, sniffing once more as he wiped his cheek on the shoulder of his jumpsuit. "You pruumise?"

Minion nodded, his lips cracking back in a fangy smile. "Of course sir! I'll always be with you, and I'll always take care of you! That's my sole purpose in life! To be your loyal minion!"

He watched his master begin to smile, before it fell sharply and he raised one hand to swipe under his eyes with the back of his wrist. "But you're not just my minion, Minion." He murmured after a moment. "You're my… you're my friend."

Minion's eyes widened. Friend? He'd never… he'd never heard of minion and master being friends. Friendly maybe… His smile brightened, and then again as the child smiled right back. "And you are my friend sir."

"Forever?"

"Always sir."

The blue-headed child suddenly let out a small giggle and crushed the sphere against his chest and cheek once more. "We'll always be together, and we'll always take care of one another then. It's a pruumise, right?"

Minion nodded eagerly. "That's a…" He hesitated. Usually he would correct his master's pronunciations. But this time… he closed his eyes, nuzzling up to the glass once more. A pruumise was something only he and his master could make. That made it all the more unbreakable. "That's a pruumise sir."

His still functioning robotic hand clenched tighter on the handlebar of the customized Segway. He'd promised… pruumised Megamind's parents that he would take care of the child. He'd pro- pruumised the young child he would forever take care of him and be his friend. Forever and always by his side…

It was like someone had attached a chain between them, with a hook on Minion's end and ever inch further he got from his master, the deeper that hook dug and the more painful it was.

He'd seen his master's crushed, hopeless expression before the door had slammed shut. It had taken every ounce of self-control and will power he possessed not to turn right around and go to his master, to comfort the big blue-headed stubborn jerk…

Why won't he just see reason? Minion thought furiously. Why? Doesn't he understand I only want what's best for him? Doesn't he understand how stupid this idea is?

His fingers tightened even more so around the handle bars. No. His master had stopped understanding long ago. He was blinded by frustration, by the burning hunger to win, just for once in his life, against that hero in tights. And now that that hero had gone, he'd been blinded with the boredom of a purposeless life. To top it all off…

He'd fallen in love.

Under different circumstances- his master, for example, not being an evil overlord and lying to Miss Ritchie- Minion would be overjoyed. The last few weeks, Megamind had almost always been smiling, and under a constantly happy little sun. Minion put it down to excitement for the upcoming epic battles of good vs. evil.

He glared ahead of him, though he was listening intently for his master's voice, behind him. There was no cry for him to wait or come back. Not even an acknowledgement of his leaving…

He shook himself and set his face into a fiercely determined expression as he leaned forward. The two had had their differences. They'd had spats, disagreements, but they almost always wound up laughing it off at the most an hour later, joking and laughing and having a grand old time…

There were bigger fights, but they were never really fights. They were a cumulative mixture of frustration, failure, nerves, and fatigue that built up every once in a while between the two until something small snapped. But these were so few and far between they didn't matter. They didn't count.

Because, once again, maybe an hour at the most later, they would be kidnapping Miss Ritchie, or completing the designs for a new machine, or randomly terrorizing citizens for the fun of it.

Minion sniffed miserably as the Segway whirred beneath his feet, propelling him forward and out the hologramed hidden entrance.

There had never, ever, been a fight even close to this big between them. Ever.

He'd never just… just packed up and left. The very thought had never crossed his mind, even as a hypothetical.

Now that it had, now that he was…

Well… what was the saying?

Promises were made to be broken.

Well… He thought bitterly. I guess so are pruumises…

Anyway, there it is. Hope this meets your expectations Tigerblossom. Thanks for the idea.