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Predictable

Roxanne began to come to and she found herself in that strangely smelly darkness once again. The bag was removed from her head and she took in a breath of the fresh air.

"Seriously guys, how hard is it to throw that thing in the laundry?"

"Miss Ritchi, we meet again." He greeted her; the same as he always did. Roxanne sighed and tried not to roll her eyes.

"So what do we have today?" she asked. "Alligators? Boot wheel of death? Lasers?"

"I'm afraid you're going to be sorely disappointed Miss Ritchi! For I've created something of pure ee-ville!" he pulled a lever and a strange looking gun covered in spikes unfolded it's self from the floor and pointed at her.

"Oh look…a laser." She said sarcastically.

"Not just any laser! This gun will follow your every movement; it is targeted to you by your DNA, and all from a single tiny strand of your hair." He smiled proudly at the gun.

"So…it's just another laser then?" she said before scoffing. "You are so predictable!"

"Predictable? I'm predictable?"

"Yes…predictable. You know, it's that boring thing where it's really easy to figure out what you're going to do next?"

"I know what it means, Miss Smarty Pants! Well if I'm so predictable why don't you tell me what's the next step in my plan?" he challenged her. Roxanne looked around the room for a minute before she smiled confidently and locked her eyes back on his.

"Easy! You're going to call Metro Man, he's going to bust in here, and as soon as he does that gun is going to whip around on him and shoot at him."

"That…is actually correct." Megamind practically deflated in front of her.

"Oh very good Miss Ritchi!" Minion smiled.

"Which, by the way, wouldn't work. You should know that by now."

"That's what I tried telling him Miss Ritchi."

"Minion!" the blue man yelled, causing Minion to flinch. They both expected Megamind to yell at the fish for rooting for Roxanne. Instead he sighed, and pulled the lever back down to disengage the gun. When he spoke again his voice was oddly calm. "Take Miss Ritchi back home and then come back, we have some serious planning to do."

"Wait, that's it?" Roxanne asked incredulously. She'd rarely been released so quickly and so easily in the last year that she'd been getting kidnapped. However she soon woke up on her couch in her apartment; Minion always did know how to make sure she was comfortable when he dropped her off back home. She wasn't sure how long she had until her next kidnapping; on the occasion that one failed completely, such as today, she would be left waiting; sometimes for a few days, sometimes a week.

Roxanne sat on her balcony, a glass of wine rested on the ledge next to her chair. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm breeze that passed over her.

"Well well well Miss Ritchi, we meet again."

Roxanne snapped her head up and looked around. There on her balcony, leaning against the brick wall, stood Megamind. She hadn't heard him come up; she hadn't even heard the engine of his bike nor was it sitting there.

"What; have you been hiding up here all this time? When did you even sneak in?" she asked. He chuckled and shook his head. He slowly stepped towards her.

"Not so predictable now, am I?" he raised a singular eyebrow and his lips turned into that ever confident smirk. Once more; Megamind was smoldering. He'd knelt down next to her chair and a finger ghosted up the side of her leg as he grasped her armrest for support.

"Oh no; you're still predictable." Roxanne said. His face was close; too close; but she couldn't back away. It was as if she were being held there by a magnet.

"Oh really? How about now?" and he leaned in and kissed her. Right there on her balcony. She lived too high up for anyone to see anything, and the cover of night hid them all the more. She sat frozen for a moment, shocked that this was actually happening.

He just barely began to pull away when she returned a hint of pressure, and his lips came fully back. A strange warm tingle passed through her and she couldn't hold back; she returned his kiss, her lips meeting his soft blue ones in a tender embrace. He slowly pulled away from her, keeping his face so close to hers that their noses brushed. After a silent moment he let out a breathy chuckle and his green eyes met hers.

"Not so predictable anymore, am I?" his voice was low as he spoke.

Roxanne awoke with a jump and she sat up and looked around her dark room.

It was all a dream…

She looked towards her clock and saw that it was just barely after 3 in the morning. With a huff she plopped back down to into her bed and ran a hand down her face.

I have got to stop eating so late at night…

Still, she couldn't stop herself from bringing a hand up and tracing the lips that had been captured so sweetly in her dream.

"They have a name for this sort of condition." A voice in her head spoke.

"This was only a dream. It-" She stopped herself. "They have a name for people who talk to themselves too. It was a dream…just a dream. People dream about crazy things all the time." She tried to convince herself. No matter what she told herself, she knew that the next kidnapping was going to be very awkward.