Well this idea has been rolling around in my head for some time now, so I really hope that you all like it!

Chapter 18 – A Body for Minion

Though he would never outwardly admit it, Minion had hoped that they would return back to the Warden's apartment after their run-away. He figured that they would be there for a week at most, but as a week turned into two and then three he began to realize that his friend had no intention of returning back to the warm apartment. He lost even further hope when Mykael began to refer to the building as "The Lair".

His legged counterpart had already made a number of successful runs to nearby convenience stores for food, water, and as many sugary snacks as he could get his hands on. He'd broken into a pet store and came back with a larger tank for Minion to swim in for the time being.

All hope of leaving soon had gone out the window when Megamind began tinkering around with various inventions. He'd already played around with the body he'd tried making for Minion when they were children, but grew frustrated with the inability of Minion moving it on his own and moved on to building his own computer instead.

He'd been struggling to spend as little of his savings as he could. When he'd left the apartment he'd brought along an envelope of money that he had been saving from various chores and gifts. He knew, however, that it wouldn't be enough. If they were to keep on living where they were, they would need furniture; more than the few chairs and the old couch that they had dug up. They would also need transportation. There had been one particular car that had caught Minion's attention and once the blue genius laid eyes on it, he knew that they needed to have it. But this need of a car was more than just transportation; it was the need to own something for his own.

He thought back to a man that he had been introduced to during the convention that the Warden had taken him to; he had been particularly interested in an idea for a jet engine that Mykael had told him about and had offered a good deal of money, plus a profit of the earnings for his idea. With a bit of handiwork the blue teenager managed to gain internet access and sent a message to the email address he had saved to his memory. Two days later an email came in from Mr Ken Tenshi; he expressed his delight at receiving word from the bright young man and begged for a number to reach him at. Mykael had to send his regrets at a lack of a telephone and made it a personal promise to gain one at his earliest convenience.

"Are you really sure that you want to do this?" Minion queried. Mykael and Mr Tenshi had agreed on a video chat to iron out the details of their deal. Mykael sighed and nodded to his friend.

"We need money Minion, this is the best we've got."

"Well you could get a job." The fish muttered under his breath. He'd been becoming more open with his sarcasm and his opinions on Mykael's choices.

"Don't be silly Minion! This is a job; I can invent and focus on being the most terrifying villain this city has ever known."

"So…you're going to sell your inventions under the table then?"

"Well; not so much under the table Minion. Just…under a different name. Or well; it's my name really and I'll perform villainous deeds as Megamind…which is also my name.." He trailed off before pausing. He finally shrugged and shook his head. "Oh whatever, it doesn't matter."

The amount that Mykael received in his bank account was more than enough to get the pair of friends comfortably by for years to come. Nearly a week later he was the proud owner of the old Hudson that they had been drooling over. Mykael did what he could to make repairs to the car and to customize it to his own contentment, but there were many things that he realized he needed a second pair of hands for; in fact there were a great many things that he wished he could have assistance with. And he often found himself wishing woefully for a way for his best friend to move around freely.

"You know Minion, I've been thinking. We need to get you a body."

"Say again?"

"A body, Minion. It'd be much better for you; to move around."

"I dunno about that…haven't we tried that before?"

"Well yes, but I've been playing around with another idea!" he leaped from his seat at the old workbench and grabbed a random pile of papers. He held the first one up in front of Minion's tank. "See? Now I know it's only a rough sketch now; but ideally it would run off of your own neurological commands. Oh, and the best part?" he moved another piece of paper, this time displaying a drawing of a large robotic body.

"Well Sir; that's…impressive." Minion eyed the drawing. It looked like some odd mix between a robot and a gorilla. The more he thought about it, the more he surprisingly liked the idea of being able to move about. "But how are you going to build it?"

"Just leave that to me Minion." Mykael smirked. He'd roamed around the industrial area enough times to know where to find scrap metal and tools. Using his dehydration gun and the car he was able to shrink all the materials that he needed into cubes and easily carry them back into the Lair.

It took the young genius weeks of work, a few fits of rage, and a few redesigns before the body was finally built. He'd spent laborious hours building hydraulics for the limbs, a tank system to filter Minion's water, and the wiring that would keep it running while able to get wet.

"I've done it Minion! It's finished!"

"That's great Sir. But how do we…"

"Make it work? That is going to be the difficult part." He held up a small strange looking object; it resembled a computer chip with a tiny antenna.

"What's that?"

"This is what's going to make the whole thing move."Mykael had explained his plans multiple times to his pal. He had explained how the chip would be attached to Minion and that his brainwaves would control the machine. He had also explained the harder part of the pain that it could potentially cause to attach it. Minion was surprisingly okay with the risks; and Mykael was beginning to think that his friend was growing tired of floating around in a tank or ball all day unable to do anything else.

"But I do have a plan." He reassured Minion.

"And what's that?"

"Well we'll need supplies. Proper supplies. We'll need iodine and alcohol, scalpels and sutures…and we need some sort of anesthetic." He paused for a moment and let out a sigh. "And the only way to do that is to go to a hospital. Minion; I think it's time to bring out the watch. We can give it a debut."

"But Sir! It's not ready yet. It's still faulty!"

"It's good enough to get me in and out of there."

"And how are you going to get a disguise!" Minion fretted. Mykael had been working on a watch that could place a disguise over him to make it easier to gain food and supplies. Thus far it had been unsuccessful; the watch was faulty and the holographic cover cut out without warning.

"I've already got one…I scanned a local boy last time I was out. All I need to do is go in there, pretend I broke an arm or something trivial, and get the supplies."

"I don't see why you don't just scan a doctor."

"That-is actually a very good idea Minion. I can go in there, as a patient, scan the doctor…steal his identification card, and boom! Instant access to supplies! Of course I'll need the dehydration gun! Minion it's genius!"

"And what seems to be the problem today…Lee?" The doctor looked from his clipboard to the young man that was seated on the examination table. Mykael was hidden beneath the disguise of a teenager about his own age; he had shaggy black hair that hid his eyes and wore jeans, black tennis sneakers and a sloppy black hoodie.

"I think I broke my arm." The voice sounded weird coming out of his throat. He looked to the older man before him and gripped his arm for appearances. "I was…skateboarding, and I fell."

"Well, why don't we give it a look then and see the damage?" he turned to place the clipboard down and before he had a chance to turn he was struck in the back of the head and fell to the ground. Mykael quickly scanned the man and was soon standing in the room as an exact double.

...

The plan would have gone off without a hitch had it not been for that damned nurse. Mykael had quickly located the supplies that he needed and had shoved the glowing blue cubes into his backpack. He was but a few feet from the exit doors and nurse, probably coming out of an extended shift, walked into him full on with a cup of coffee in hand. The watch shorted out and his blue form was revealed. He had made his best attempt to make a run for it but was tackled down. The next thing that he knew, he was staring up at the warden from behind the bars of a prison cell. He had already had a few close calls from police chases. He had expected for the Warden to let him out and take him home and force him to stay in the room that had become his. What he had not expected was for the man to leave him there. His frustration grew as he thought of Minion and how worried he would be. And so no sooner did the Warden leave that he quickly outsmarted the guards and escaped back to the Lair, backpack in hand.

...

A shrill scream pierced the air and sobbing joined it.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

Mykael's hands shook as he swallowed back a sob. He had not planned on the anesthesia burning off so quickly, and he had not planned on the procedure to take so long. He swallowed hard and tried his best to comfort his friend. Minion was laid in a shallow tray of water, enough to keep him breathing and moist but not so much as to get in the way of the procedure. The blood was spreading through the water, making it look much more worse than it probably was.

Blood…why is there so much blood?

"We're-we're almost done Minion. I promise. I'm so sorry… this was so stupid!"

"No no…it was my idea too." Minion gritted his teeth against the pain. He was trying his hardest to stay strong, but the pain was becoming too much.

"We just need to attach one last piece…and sew you up. We're almost done." Mykael took a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. He needed to get this done. He needed to finish up and administer whatever other pain killers that he could. He was too afraid to give his friend any morphine now; he needed to keep him alert while dealing with such a delicate organ. He watched Minion shudder and made the decision to at least attempt a bit of anesthesia. He hoped the few pricks that he gave Minion would be enough to get them through the sutures. He worked quickly, making every stitch perfect.

When he finished he dropped the needle into the tray and let out a shaking breath.

"Never again….I'm so sorry Minion."

"Don't be." He grimaced, trying to hide his pain. He tried not to wince as Mykael cleaned the area and applied a dallop of healing salve. With shaking hands he picked up the piscine and gently placed him into his orb. He wanted Minion to be comfortable, but he also wanted him close; he needed to keep an eye on him, to be absolutely sure that he would make it through this foolish endeavor.

Mykael gently reclined back on the pull out sofa, making sure to wrap Minion in a nest of blankets for his comfort. The dark was silent for a while as the pair calmed down. Mykael was just able to take normal breaths when Minion spoke again, his voice quiet.

"Sir? Do you think we could try the suit soon?" he asked. Mykael chuckled at his friend's perseverance.

"Minion, we can try the suit when you're healed. For now; please rest. Deal?"

"Deal."

I know! I know! I'm awful and terrible! But I've always wondered about Minion's suit and the little device on his back. I've always wondered how the moment would have gone down when it was attached. Please don't kill me!