There's something about the whole father/son relationship between David and Megamind that just won't leave me alone.. soo.. I think I'll keep writing little one-shots! Oh and I definitely have a few chapters already written that I'm holding off on posting, and I have an idea in the works for a very Minion/Megamind based one-shot! P.S. If you're here and just joining might I suggest going and reading my story What They've Needed All Along. That is the universe that this story is deriving from

Why Did I Have to be Blue?

David Pearce felt like he should have known that there was something wrong with that school the day his little Blue came home with a large bruise over his eye. But Blue had put on a brave face and explained that he had simply fallen down.

It wasn't but a few weeks later that David was called over to the school to find that this time the boy had a broken arm. The teacher dismissed it as a bit of "rough housing that had gone too far" between his boy and the Scott boy. David was skeptical and it had taken hours of coaxing to get Blue to tell him the truth; they had been playing dodge ball and he had been the target. The Warden had heard about Wayne Scott's unusual talents but he was absolutely furious that the teacher had let a simple playground game get so violent.

When he had approached her about it the next day she gave him a rather unpleasant smile and told him that "Wayne Scott just underestimated his strength."

David knew it was a load of crap but upon Blue's begging he let it slide. He wanted for the boy to fit in, or at least survive. But the kid just kept acting as if it didn't bother him. He'd watched countless times as Blue had come up with some idea or another to impress his classmates and then come home with the same defeated look on his face after something had gone wrong. He'd always bounced back though and the Warden admired the resilience that the boy had.

It did not go unnoticed, however, when one of the inmates; a man who Blue called an "uncle", gave the little boy a few maneuvers on how to get out of a headlock or when someone twisted his arm behind his back.

Late one night David made his way past the boy's "room" and stopped as he heard the conversation going on inside. It was already hard enough on him that Blue had opted to sleep in a cell.

One night when he was even younger Blue had been confused as to why his "Uncles" slept inside their cells and weren't allowed the soft couch that was in the Wardens office, or the soft bed he would only occasionally sleep on on those rare nights that David actually went back to his apartment and took Blue with him. It had been difficult to explain to the little boy with such innocent eyes that there were people in the world who could do bad things.

"Sometimes people make bad choices… and they have to make up for those bad things." He had explained.

"Well then…I want to sleep in a cell too! It's only fair." Blue said with determination. The Warden had been unable to sway him otherwise and instructed the guards to place a new mattress and cot into the empty cell that they had been thus far using as a reading and play room for Blue.

David stood just to the side of the cell and listened hard for the whispers that floated into the night air.

"I don't understand Minion…why don't they like me?"

"They just don't understand you…"

"You sound just like Warden..." he said. David could see the boy pouting in his mind.

"Don't worry Sir, we'll think of something really great, and then they'll have to like you!" Minion said. David admired the little fish's optimism. But he couldn't kick that nagging voice in the back of his head that it wouldn't work that way, and he knew that the same voice was nagging Minion as well.

He'd learned long ago how wise the little sentient fish truly was. He seemed young but was wise beyond his years. He was glad for the little fish; glad that his boy had at least one friend in the world. He knew that school would be a struggle from the moment he'd enrolled the boy, but he never imagined that it would be this hard; not in the type of school that it was!

As he made to turn away he heard something the damn near broke his heart;

"Why did I have to be blue?"

Instantly the Warden was brought back to another time when he had heard those same words.

A little eight year old Blue looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. He had yet to make friends in the school and had instead become the target of bullying and teasing. Several of his uncles, the guards, and David had all tried to convince Blue that sometimes it just took time to make new friends.

"Well I don't want it to take time! I don't want to be different! I don't want to be blue anymore!" he stomped his feet. "Why am I so different? Why did I have to be blue?" his piercing green gaze met the Warden's eyes and the man sighed. He couldn't come up with an answer for the upset boy and instead hugged him tightly and told him that he was special and that he should never want to be anything other than who he was.

From then on however, the Warden tried his best to call him as his given name that Minion had told him his parents had given him, or the nickname a few of the inmates had called him that had become his middle name on his birth certificate. "Mykael Lee Pearce." All the papers were in a folder in David's filing cabinet. Maybe he should have squashed the "Blue" nickname long ago; but the boy had never seemed to mind it before. Right now though, with the boy feeling so insecure about his own skin color, David felt that maybe it wasn't the best idea to use a nickname that pointed it out. He should have told him to be proud of how he was and who he was, but right then that broken little boy didn't need arguments or convincing; he needed his daddy.

"Hold still kid, will ya?" the Warden said as he struggled to get a jacket on the excited ten-year old.

"It's field trip day Warden! Can't I go now?"

"Just let me zip you up. It's chilly this morning." David wasn't entirely sure about letting Mykael go on a field trip with his class; but he couldn't bring himself to say no to those pleading green eyes. "Now behave and listen to the teacher and don't wander off by yourself, got it?"

"Got it!" the little boy smiled and turned to run out of the office and to meet the waiting guards at the gate.

It was nearly nightfall and the Warden was growing more worried by the minute. That field trip had to have returned hours ago and still there was no sign of Mykael He'd been pacing near the gates and was growing frustrated. The teacher had seemed unconcerned when he finally found her.

"He must have wandered off. That's why we can't have jailbirds in our school." She sniffed.

"He's a boy! I'm putting him under your watch for a few hours a day, the least you could do is at least keep an eye on him." He said gruffly before he stormed away from her. He should have called her in; he should have gone back and told her exactly what he thought about her school. But he did what he really should have done and took to searching for his little boy.

He remembered vaguely hearing on the news about an old building in the more rundown district of the city collapsing, and though he tried to ignore it, he couldn't kick the nagging feeling that that was where he needed to go.

When he finally turned down the street he needed to be on he was stopped by a roadblock. He left his car but stopped as he overheard a news reporter;

"Witnesses say that they saw a fight between a strange blue child and a flying boy…" David didn't stick around to here anymore; he rushed towards the taped off area and choked as he saw the wreckage. The top floors had caved in; leaving a cloud of dust that lingered in the air.

He rushed forward, ducking under the caution tape, but was stopped by a police officer.

"Sorry Sir, but you can't go in there."

David looked the man up and down. He'd never met him before; but then again he hadn't met many of the police in the city. He quickly grew frustrated as he tried again to get past the man.

"Don't you tell me where I can't go! That's my boy in there!" he shoved the man's arm away and hurried on ahead. His worry grew when the fire fighters exited the rubble and reported that no one was inside. His mind wracked itself before he thought of another place that his boy might be. Without another word, David hurried to his car and sped off.

It had been an agonizing drive over; and the Warden yanked his car into park and hurried towards the doors of the Observatory. He stopped just inside and looked around, squinting through the darkness. He heard a quiet sniff off to one side.

"Lee?" He knew that his boy preferred Lee over Mykael for the most part; he felt as if his given name needed to be protected. David heard another sniffle and fumbled on his key ring for the small flashlight that hung there and flashed its beam towards the spot he'd heard the sniffle. A pair of green eyes stared back at him and he walked over; relieved to have finally found him.

He was dirty and there was a good sized bruise forming on his cheek. His clothes were torn and the look on his face was the most dejected that the Warden had seen to date. He would save the lecture about running away for later; for now he just wanted to get the kid home and washed up. He stooped down to pick up his boy and turned to walk out of the building. The tired cold little boy buried his head into the older man's shoulder.

"I don't wanna go back to school anymore…"

sad puppy dog eyes :(

so where did Lee come from? Well... go watch Megamind; and be sure to have the volume up. Now; go to the scene at the beginning where the Warden has strapped the watch on and it makes him look like Megamind. As he passes a set of cells I'm nearly 100% sure that an innmate can be heard yelling "Hey Lee!". I'm just assuming that this is Megamind's name. But seeing as in my What They've Needed All Along story I gave him the name of Mykael, I figure that Lee would make a good middle name/secondary nick name. :)