This idea popped into my head a long time ago… it was a secondary idea for the beginning of What They've Needed All Along. I did not use it because I felt it did not set the right tone for the start of my story; I felt I to be a bit too sad and a bit out of character for both Megamind and Roxanne. All the more, I would like to share it. It's like those deleted/alternate scenes from the dvds

An Alternate Rain Scene

She stepped into her apartment, sopping wet and shivering. She turned the deadbolt into it's place and the clack of the lock seemed to echo in the silence. She turned and with a thump fell back against the door, sliding down to the floor as a sob left her throat. She felt numb… and yet she felt as if she were broken into millions of tiny pieces. She covered her mouth with a hand, trying to hold in her cries as her free arm wrapped around her middle, holding herself together.

She shivered, but she doubted that it had anything to do from the cold. In but a few short moments everything had changed; and she felt as if it had all ended. Everything that she had come to know was gone now. She first cried for herself, that she had been lied to and deceived; that she had been so foolish to have not seen it all this time. She had been quite thoroughly fooled.

Her mind flashed to that fateful kiss; she had felt the shift once she hit his watch; but it certainly hadn't been unpleasant. If anything it felt better; more right.

But then once she came to realize just with whom it truly was that she had been sharing so much time, and so many secrets, her temper flared before her mind could process thought.

And then, Oh God, all those awful things that she had said.

Then she didn't cry for being tricked nor lied to. She cried for the cruel things that she had said. She cried as she realized that she no longer had any sort of future with the blue-skinned man that she had so clearly fallen for. And she cried for not just her broken heart, but for his. For it was not only his actions that that had hurt somebody. Now she cried for everything she knew that she had lost.

Now there wouldn't be anything.

No more dates.

No more kidnappings.

No more him.

Roxanne succumbed to her grief, not caring about her ruined dress or the puddle that had formed under her from the rain rolling off of her. She no longer even felt cold. Her mind processed no other thought; she was blank.

She heard a tapping and her head shot up, looking to her balcony doors. In the darkness she could just make out a figure. A flash of lightning illuminated him from behind and she gasped.

Slowly she rose to standing and walked to the doors, turning on a nearby lamp as she crossed the room.

"Megamind?" she opened the door and was greeted with that same mournful expression that he had looked at her with before she had walked away from him.

He hadn't been able to just let her walk off; walk out of his life. He had to try and fix things.

He had never meant for things to go as far as they had; and then as they progressed he couldn't find himself wanting to stop it. He found how much he truly enjoyed her company; he loved that he could make her laugh, he loved the smile she sent his way when they spoke, even if it was not to his true face she did so. It was his voice and his words, and for him that was enough. No one had ever treated him the way that she did, and he couldn't bear to lose that.

But now his own selfishness had gotten in the way and ruined everything.

Now, he very well could lose her forever.

And he couldn't bear it; he had to try to make things right. Even if she didn't forgive him and never wanted to see him again, a thought that sent daggers into his very being, he had to at least apologize. One look at her expression sent another torrent of pain slashing through him.

"I-I'm so…sorry." He looked to her, and took a deep breath, trying to steady his shaking voice. He was just as wet as she was; dripping wet and cold. But none of that mattered. What mattered was his broken expression, matching hers, and his need to try and explain.

He sighed and opened his arms out to his sides as he shook his head; offering himself to her, baring his everything for her to accept or deny. He felt more exposed and nervous than he ever had before.

"You!" She lurched forward, sobbing once again. She fell into him and began to beat against his chest with her fists. He didn't move, but rather accepted her hits. He deserved it, he knew. He also knew that she would need to release her frustrations. Her attack slowed and she rested her forehead against his chest as she continued to cry. His arms rose to wrap around her cautiously, in case she were to attack again. But the need to comfort her was more pressing than any worry about her hitting him. Her fist fell against him again, barely a tap from exhaustion, and her head slowly rose to look at him. Their faces were so close together that she could feel his breath against her face. Almost as if reading one another's minds, their foreheads came to rest together. A sigh escaped her as she tried to stop her tears. His nose gently touched hers and, glancing over her face again, he brought his lips to hers.

The kiss was fire and passion, it was anger and love, and it was apology and a pleading for forgiveness. It was like an angry storm rolling through them, like the waves of an ocean.

One of his hands tangled in her wet hair as his other came to her waist, pulling her flush against him. Her hands tangled into the front of his cape, holding him close.

For that time nothing could be heard but the thunder and the sound of lips moving together. He moved his hand from her waist to her face, putting every ounce of apology as he could into the kiss.

All too suddenly she pulled back with a gasp, pushing against him to hold him but inches away. She stared at his chest, breathing heavily, trying to find her grounding once more. Her eyes slowly roamed up to his eyes and they moved in, like magnets. Her lips didn't meet his though and they stay suspended there, lips barely brushing as she managed out a whisper.

"You have to go."

"Roxanne…" his volume matched hers. She shook her head though, closing her eyes as she bit her bottom lip. She seemed to be holding some sort of internal battle with herself. His hand reached up, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear as her forehead rested against his.

"I'm sorry." Her voice broke as she spoke and she lifted her chin, her lips just hovering at his, stuck in her struggle. They only just brushed and she pushed herself back and away from him, her hand coming up to brush away the tears that were already escaping. "I'm sorry just…go. Please. Go…" she turned for her room before any more tears could fall.

He stood there, staring after her, unsure if he should leave or stay on her couch until morning and explain again. It killed him to do it, but he knew that there was more than one reason that she was telling him to go. If any of the neighbors were to see him in her apartment it would not end well for either of them. He sighed resolutely and turned to go off into the dark night. He would find some way to speak to her again, and to apologize. He would not kidnap her against her will, he would do this properly.

Roxanne awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming through her windows; the day seemed too cheery after such a terrible night, as if mocking her. Her weary eyes, sore from crying, winced at the light streaming through. Something caught in her vision and she turned to her balcony. Just outside her door, on the small café table she placed out there sat a single blue rose with a black ribbon tied around its stem. For the longest time she stared at it, not even aware that at one point she was no longer even seeing. She snapped out of it as her ears tuned in to the nearby clock tower ringing out 7am.

She called in sick to work that day, feigning the flu. She couldn't bear the thought of appearing on air today; or going anywhere for that matter. She spent all day sitting on her couch, staring out the balcony doors. She absentmindedly twirled the blue rose in her fingers; pondering over the previous night. She tried convincing herself that the only reason she had kissed him was because she was consumed with guilt. But now, as she sat there and tried to imagine her every day goings-on without his presence, it scared her. He had become such a solid being in her life that there could be no other way. And that scared her.

It scared her to not have him in her life.

Even more it scared her that she felt so deeply for him. Her mind screamed at her that it wasn't right. It went against all morals that she should possess.

But all the more, an even stronger voice strengthened the fear of never seeing him again.

Little did she know, far across the city, a certain blue villain was having the very same internal debate. He'd always felt quite fond for the reporter; but he'd always tried his best to keep their relationship strictly professional.

He'd broken all of those rules when he'd begun his ruse as Bernard. Minion fretted over his friend; worried at his pale complexion and gloomy demeanor.

Megamind didn't know how he would do it, but he knew that he would do whatever it took to make things right.

"Sir; what exactly do you expect to do?"

"I can't say for sure Minion…but I have to do something. I have to try. Even if I have to beg for her forgiveness."

"And if she doesn't forgive you?"

"I have to try, Minion."

For every day that passed that week, Roxanne awoke to another rose on her balcony. She finally forced herself to go back to work after two days. She couldn't stay hiding away forever. She was questioned as to her health when her haunted expression worried her friends and colleagues. The only one person she told a half-truth to was Reena, and even then all that Roxanne had told her friend was that she had gotten into a fight with Bernard and that they would no longer be seeing one another.

She went about her business at work; plastered on her professional smile on camera and turned quiet and sullen as soon as they called for a cut. She knew she was not acting in her normal nature, but the very term "normal" had never quite applied to her, and any bearings that she might have had on it flew out the window nights ago.

At the end of the week she returned to her apartment to a different surprise. All week long she had awoken to a single blue rose with a black silk ribbon tied around it. Tonight however, she found something extra. The seventh rose lay on her balcony, with a sealed envelope underneath it. It was crisp and black, of a heavy stock, and her name was scrolled across the front in a beautiful silver calligraphy. With shaking hands she opened the envelope and unfolded the white cardstock inside. The page was filled with the same beautiful penmanship as the envelope.

"My Dearest Roxanne,

No words can ever truly express my regret for what I have done to you. I can only hope that you will listen to my apology as I humbly beg for your forgiveness. I know that no letter, no amount of apologies or gifts can ever truly make up for deceiving you and abusing your trust. It was never in my intentions to hurt you. I acted under selfish reasons. My disguise was never meant to go any further than getting you safely out of that museum. But then, when I was able to experience what it was like to be treated like a real person; and by you of all people, I couldn't bear to stop. Not then, when I was able to be so close to you; to make you laugh and see your smile and know that I was the one who brought it out. Our relationship has been one that should have been only professional, but over time I began to realize just how much I truly cared for you. I only hope my feelings are not unrequited.

I've spent all these years as a villain, and it turns out that you have also become a villain in return; for you have stolen my heart.

I cannot imagine a life without you. You have become a beacon of light in my dark life, and without you my life is like a night without the moon. I miss you like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky. The pain of not seeing you, of knowing that I hurt you so harshly has broken me; and the pieces of my heart are so small they could be passed through the eye of a needle.

I may not deserve your forgiveness, but please accept my apology. I only wish to make things right once more.

With love,

truly and forever,

Your hero in villain's clothing"

Roxanne wasn't sure exactly when she had started to cry, but now her tears fell in torrents. Never before had anyone been so open with her; she was touched by the beauty and honesty with which he wrote.

He's written as if I've died…

She looked next to the flower he had left her.

The seventh of them she mused.

"A flower…for every day of the week."

She nodded to herself and hurried to her room. Within the hour she was gone from her apartment and headed downtown. She just barely remembered the way to the old warehouse. Her hand searched the wall for the opening and she slipped through in silence. Her heart pounded so heavily in her chest that she feared somebody would hear it.

It was silent as she walked through the old building, and only the echo of her footsteps provided any sound. She had never seen much more of the Lair than the garage and the room in which nearly all of her kidnappings occurred. She walked around the corner to see the familiar red curtain from before. She looked around, finding it odd that she had seen neither alien nor brain bot and raised a hand slowly to pull back the curtain. She stopped as she heard footsteps and turned around to come face to face with the very man she had come to see.

"Roxanne?" he questioned, as if unable to believe that she was really in his home. He approached her slowly and she opened her mouth once to speak but her throat seemed to close up and she took in a breath instead, holding up a hand in signal to not come any closer. After a moment she exhaled, slowly lowering her hand back to her side, but he didn't move any closer. They each stared off at one another, struggling to get any words out, when Roxanne's voice came out.

"Why?"

"Wha-?" He wasn't entirely sure as to what she was asking about. The flowers? His deceit? He went for c: all of the above. "I meant every word that I said…if that helps any." He stared at her, hopelessly, as if waiting for her to call in the firing squad.

"Ya know; I don't get you." She finally said, thoroughly shocking and confusing him. "You act like this huge villain, like you're so evil and don't care about anybody but yourself. And then there's this whole other side to you; it's like you're two people! You go from absolutely crazy…to...to kind and –and romantic and sweet and funny. I just…I don't get it. Is it all just a game to you? Because I really get the feeling that the person you showed to me…the one who…who holds doors open for me and can make me laugh, and sends me flowers, and says the kind of romantic things that should only exist in movies; that's the real you. And I just don't get why you try to hide that away and act like you're so evil." She was rambling, she knew it, but once she started talking the floodgates had opened and everything came pouring out.

"I-I care for you Roxanne…possibly more than I should. I would never intentionally hurt you or bring any harm to you. I never intended to hurt you with my lies."

"Then why?" the look she shot him was steely, yet there was the slightest tinge of something else in her eyes that Megamind couldn't quite place.

"I wanted to be close to you…why do you think I've kidnapped you and only you? I've always been fascinated by your tenacity…how you've always managed to match my wit blow for blow. How you've never once been afraid or cowered away. You've always fought back, you've even stumped me a few times!" he chuckled. "And then once I got to know you, even if it was all under a disguise, I fell even harder for you. Believe me, I tried to fight back those feelings from long ago, I knew I never would have a chance to be with you. But…it's everything about you Roxanne! You have this amazing passion for life, and adventure, and for people and for everything you do! And that's just amazing! You're so unlike anything I've ever known before; you're warm and you're wonderful, and you're beautiful and you're so frustrating and you're annoying and you're a little crazy. I spend half my time thinking about how much I love you, and the other half wishing that I'd never met you. And really; how could you ever expect me to just give that up?" he gave a rather bitter smirk; fully admitting that he knew he was only teasing himself with something that he already told himself he could never have. For a moment Roxanne was struck speechless at his heartfelt confession. Slowly her mouth managed to form words.

"You could have always said something…" she was too tongue-tied to come up with anything else.

"Oh like you'd have believed me. Like you'd have ever listened…I'm the villain. It's not in our occupational contracts to associate as anything other than that. Even as a villain you've treated me better than anybody else did!" he let out a sharp bark of a laugh, as if it were all so ironic.

"And what's ever made you think that I don't care about you at all?" she took a measured step towards him. "I've never pressed any charges Megamind… I've never been the one to call for Metro Man to come rescue me. I…"she trailed off and sighed, shaking her head as she looked to her feet. She really didn't know what else to say. She was usually so good with words and now she was at a loss for them. "I could never hate you Megamind." She let out a quick sigh of a laugh.

He slowly reached for her and brought her in closely. He wrapped his arms around her waist and her hands came up of their own volition to gently grip his arms. His eyes drifted down her face, from her blue eyes to the freckles dotting her nose, to her lips. With a sigh he rested his forehead against hers. When he spoke his voice was low.

"I can never apologize enough to you…for everything I've done. I should be smart and leave you alone forever…it would be best. I should disappear and never risk hurting you again." His eyes drifted back to hers, soaking in the bright blue, before tracing over her face again. "But I can't do that…I can't go a single day without seeing you, and I've realized that now." He lifted his eyes to meet hers, blue mingling with green. "I don't want to leave you alone."

"Then don't." she said quietly. Her chin tilted up a fraction, bringing their faces ever closer together. He let out a sigh as he traced his nose alongside hers.

"I'm not good for you Roxanne."

"I wish you'd stop telling me what's good for me and let me make that decision." She said. He shook his head but a fraction, fighting with himself. His considerable forehead caressed hers and a part of her brain marveled at just how smooth his skin was.

"You should really tell me not to do this…" his lips just ghosted across hers. "You should be disgusted by me…you should tell me to stop and push me away..." his lips drifted up, kissing the bridge of her nose, right between her eyes. She realized that she didn't want him to stop. She wouldn't tell him to stop. In that moment she realized there was nothing more that she wanted than to be close to him. To have her body pushed up against his in an embrace, his lips against hers. "All it takes is one word Roxanne…and I'll stop." His lips brushed against her earlobe, traveling to her cheek. "You should really tell me to stop now or I won't be able to…" he let out a breathy chuckle. Roxanne wondered whether he was really giving her the choice, or was just biding his time, expecting her to come to her senses and push him away. "Now would be a good time…" he placed a kiss against her other cheek, "or now" another one just under her jaw, "or even now" he whispered, just against her lips.

But Roxanne didn't want him to stop. All she wanted was for him to stop denying her the one thing she wanted. And so she hooked her hand behind his neck and pulled him in the rest of the way, crushing her lips against his. The fire from their kiss that rainy night reignited in a blaze. Megamind wrapped his arms tightly around her frame, bringing her flush against him. One of his hands reached up to cradle the back of her neck, tangling in her hair. Her hands fisted into his shirtfront before sliding over his chest and around the back of his neck tightly. A groan escaped his throat and the sound coaxed her even closer as she pushed against his body. He moved his arm down around her waist and pulled her up just enough that her toes skimmed the ground. She was never really one for corny clichés, but being in his tight embrace made everything make sense again; she felt like she had found exactly where she should be. But she also knew that they needed to slow down before anything escalated more. She wanted it, heavens above she knew just what she wanted; but not like this, not now; it wouldn't be right. Her lips slowed against his before she pulled back from his lips. Their breaths came out heavily from their lack of oxygen and they let out a soft chuckle together when their eyes met.

"Wow..." he finally said, looking to her eyes. She giggled, something she realized that only he could elicit from her, and gave a tiny nod.

"Yeah…m-maybe we should find somewhere to sit down? To talk?" her green eyes searched his. He trailed a hand down her arm, taking her hand in his. He lifted it to his lips, brushing a kiss against her knuckles, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Right this way, my dear."

Sooo...what did you think!? :) If I had used this chapter it would have potentially led into the one I have in the actual story after the rain scene, where they sit and talk about one another's lives and etc.

And let's play find the quote for a cookie! (because we know I'm the quote queen!)