I'm not dead! And I haven't forgotten about this story. Once more work is interfering with my life leaving me very little time to write (or stay awake long enough to write haha)

Anyway I really hope that you all enjoy this one! I heard a few requests for Minion/Megamind so here ya go!

To Be A Friend

"Sir? Where exactly are we going?"

Minion looked up to his friend from where he lay cradled in his arms. They had left the Warden's apartment under cover of night and fled through the city with only a backpack of necessities. Mykael had sprinted from the building and only slowed to walk when they were a few blocks away. He seemed calm enough until he heard the sirens.

Figuring that they must be for him and that that warden had noticed him missing, he fled once more, running through the city. He continued to run and a stitch formed at his side, screaming at him. He took a corner near a darkened alleyway and clutched at his side, panting heavily. In the far off distance he could just make out the rumble of thunder.

"Where are we supposed to go now?"

"Do you remember that place we found before?" Minion asked. His friend remembered it well; it was the last time that he had run away, when he was only thirteen. They'd found the old building in the industrial district; clearly some long abandoned office building of some sort. They had lasted barely two days before Mykael had taken leave of the place in search of food. The police officer who found him at the edge of the district promised not to tell his father if he promised never to return to such an area. He warned the boy of what a dangerous area it truly was; he warned him of the criminals and vagabonds that occupied the area.

Without another word Mykael turned and ran for the industrial district, his brilliant mind remembering well the way to the old building. The thunder crashed overhead louder and rain began to fall. By the time he made it to his target he was soaked and shivering. He made his way inside and stumbled through the darkness towards the large empty room that he knew existed towards the middle of the building.

He gently placed Minion down onto the floor and rummaged through his backpack for the strange gun that he'd had to fish out of the Warden's safe. He'd invented it a few years ago and had since been attempting to improve it, but the Warden had found it and confiscated it.

"We need to start a fire…" he was never cold; and whether it was from the rain or the worry he didn't know, but all he did know was that he was cold and it was dark.

He was in what must have once been some sort of conference room and moved to the crumbling fireplace. His black sneakers squeaked across the floor as he moved, echoing in the silence. There was still a number of old chairs and papers from when the building was still in use, and using those and the de-gun he quickly had a fire going. He slowly removed the black leather jacket that he wore and placed it down on the floor to sit on right in front of the fire. The flickering light threw shadows across his face, betraying his exhaustion while the firelight made his green eyes glow. Mykael looked an awful mix of melancholy and positively terrified. He looked as if the world had broken him and he was terrified of what was to become of him. His shoulders hunched in more and he grasped tightly at his elbows.

Minion stayed silent as he watched Mykael, unsure of what to say. He had been sent to this planet with him to care for him and to help him; to be whatever it was that he needed him to be, whether that be a friend or merely a servant. Thus far that one thing had been a friend. But now even the wise fish couldn't find the words to say.

He remembered back to the day they had been sent from their home. His race was one that lived side by side with Mykael's. They were, for all points and purposes, sentient beings; wise beyond their years with the knowledge of many of those before them. He remembered well the day the alarms blared and the screens came to life with warnings. Even at his young age he understood what was being asked of him; and of what his fate held. He and the blue babe would be the last of their kind, sent to live on a far distant planet.

They were their home's last hope.

He had been leery of the prison in which they had landed; but soon they were taken in with open arms and well cared for. When they had first landed of course there had been questions about where they had come from and why they had been sent to Earth. Minion had expected curiosity and questions. He waited until late that night, when it was just himself, the Warden and the sleeping baby. The Warden, David Pearce, still seemed to be in a sort of shock; the little baby who had crashed into his life only hours ago was now nestled into his chest, fast asleep after a bout of screaming and tears. He stared at the tiny boy in his arms with a sort of wonder.

There was something about this man; the way he held Mykael, the way he had taken them both into his office and locked the door from any more questions, and the way he had already cared for Mykael. He didn't know him at all, but there was just something about the man that told Minion that he could trust him.

"You're probably wondering where we came from." Minion finally said. The Warden jerked his head up and looked around the room. He shook his head, muttering to himself.

"I'm hearing things…long night." he tried convincing himself.

"I mean really, when you think about it, it is kind of crazy." Minion said. The Warden slowly looked around the room before coming to stop on Minion. He stared at the fish for a moment and he stared right back.

"No…no way. That's impossible."

"Any more impossible than an alien baby crash landing into your back yard?" Minion posed. David Pearce stared at Minion, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form something to say. He slapped his free hand across his forehead before dragging it down his face.

"Well no, when you put it that way, I guess not."

"Well now that we've got that cleared up, there are probably a few things that you should know." Minion let out a deep sigh and little bubbles escaped his mouth, traveling up to the top of his dome. He began the story of where they came from; that their home had been sucked into a black hole and in a last ditch effort he and Mykael had been sent in a pod to Earth. He told him about his role in all of this; and that back home Mykael would have been a very important figurehead had he been given the chance. Their conversation took up almost an hour, with interjecting questions from David from time to time. When Minion finished David looked down to the little boy in his arms and let out a shaky sigh, adjusting the blanket around him.

"Wow…I'm.." he stopped and cleared his throat before looking back to Minion. "I'm sorry." How tragic it must be to lose one's home and everything they know and love. He looked down to the baby he had already grown frond of and felt a hitch in his heart.

Poor kid will never even know anything about his home.

"He'll need protection too you know; someone to raise him. I..I can only do so much from a bubble." Minion said regrettably. He hated that he couldn't do more for his friend, but was already confident in the Warden's abilities. David took one look from Minion to Mykael and back again before nodding.

He had already fallen for the little boy; already felt that need to nurture and protect him. He'd already been playing with the idea of adoption papers when Minion had spoken up.

As they had grown and lived at the prison, Minion fully approved of David's parenting. There were of course struggles and misunderstandings; and those awful painful weeks where Mykael cried for hours as his growing head and incoming teeth plagued him. The Warden became so worried for why his little Blue was crying that he locked the three of them into his office and practically begged Minion to tell him why his boy seemed to be in so much pain.

Minion had barely spoken to the Warden since that night; instead he only spoke on the rare occasions to Mykael, when nobody else was watching them or when everyone else was asleep and the boy woke up. More often than not Mykael spent the night cradled in the Warden's arms, or in the playpen that he had purchased, but as he learned to walk and spent more nights on a bed, Minion only spoke to him.

As Mykael had grown and they'd gone to that awful school Minion was left to either stay at the prison, in the cell that made up their bedroom, or go to school and chance being that day's kickball. He'd sat there, wrapped in the boy's arms, and tried to comfort him as tears ran down his dome. When the boy had announced that he wanted to be a villain, Minion felt just as lost as David had. But, being a Minion meant being supportive, and that was just what Minion did. He might not have agreed with the choices Mykael was making, but as long as he was safe and happy who was Minion to say anything against it.

The pair had their good times of course; there were many times where David would come around the corner to find the pair of them laughing uproariously at something. They had formed a strong bond; stronger than most Minions and their wards. Perhaps it had stemmed from their circumstances; but the pair had quickly bonded from the moment that they had been brought together and since then had grown into best friends and brothers. Minion had really only wanted the best for his friend; had only wanted to see him happy and safe.

But now as they sat there in the darkened room he began to wonder if maybe he should have said something more at some point… maybe he should have tried harder to convince him to stay good, or to stay at home. Maybe just once he should have yelled at him to stop being foolish. Or maybe he should have been more verbal in telling the Warden what a terrible place that school was. Part of Minion even wanted to yell at Mykael for taking them from their warm, dry shelter at the apartment, where there was food and a bed. Part of him wished that he had shouted out for the Warden to wreck their escape.

But right now he couldn't blame himself; right now there was something else that needed his attention. He looked up from where his dome lay on the floor. Mykael had barely moved except to rest his chin upon his arms as he stared at the floor in front of him.

He was only seventeen and looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Minion rolled himself into his friend's side, nuzzling at his side in his form of a hug. It wasn't much but it was the only source of comfort that he could offer.

"Happy Birthday sir…"

Hope you all liked it I have another idea or two for a couple of other oneshots with our buddies.