Goodnight, my love, I say
Who: Megamind (sympathyforblue ) and Roxanne (neveryourdamsel )
What: Roxanne has something very important to tell her lover.
When: A few months into their nightly liasons.
Where: City Hall
Warnings: References to mental trauma, torture and abortion (and possibly unusual methods thereof).
( You turn to me and smile, )
What: Roxanne has something very important to tell her lover.
When: A few months into their nightly liasons.
Where: City Hall
Warnings: References to mental trauma, torture and abortion (and possibly unusual methods thereof).
( You turn to me and smile, )
Oh, not at first - she was too malnourished, too thin, too unhealthy for it to really have ever crossed her mind. She hadn't had a cycle in months and therefore if she had skipped - a telltale sign - she would not have noticed.
It was only when she began throwing up in the morning that she suspected something. And when her breasts started to grow sore and she gained weight bit by bit in her belly...
That's when she knew. She had to tell him.
This was bad - the rebels thought she was being held prisoner against her will and efforts were continually made to free her, and the environment for this...it wasn't right. He needed to know. Now. She found herself moving through the halls, searching for him with a growing sense of panic.
"Megamind? Where are you?"
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Megamind stood quickly, scrambling out of the armchair he had been briefly curled up in and going to the door, worry plain on his face. If something had happened, if anyone had dared to do something that would make her panic like this...
Well. He had wanted an excuse to punish her rebels for a long time.
"What is it? What's wrong?"
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"...We need to talk."
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He eyed her warily at her statement, having no idea what she might be talking about - except, perhaps, that she wanted to leave. Immediately, his mind was flooded with ways to keep her restrained.
"What of?" he asked, watching her carefully for any sign that she was ready to bolt.
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She took a deep breath, and without waiting for him to respond, she plowed on.
"I think I'm pregnant."
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When she gave her explanation, though, he could do nothing but stare in mute shock. The words echoed in his mind, incomprehensible and impossible to even begin to understand. His first assumption was that this was her way of breaking to him the news that she had another lover, one of her rebels she had become particularly close to, but... He had never found marks from another whenever they had sex, not so much as a single bite mark. Which meant...
The colour abruptly retreated from his face, leaving him pale. A light tremble set in and his heartbeat picked up. A child - their child - oh God, could there be anything worse? A baby, defenceless and reliant on her - them - and so, so easy to take, to snatch, to experiment on ( ... )
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There were only so many things to be done and Roxanne...
Well. Terminating it wasn't really an option. She couldn't bring herself to do it.
"I don't know what to do, Megamind - what do we do?" She turned to him, searching his face for answers.
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He waved a hand at the window, indicating the rebels that wanted both of their heads. All three, now, or it would be.
"Can you--Roxanne--can you imagine what they would--would do?"
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A baby was supposed to be a happy thing.
Instead, both faces involve reflect horror at the prospect - horror at the thought at what might happen if it were to be taken, if she were to be taken-
“If…if they found it-me…test…they’d run tests…how it took - you’re an alien - how did it even take in the first place?” She’d be a lab rat, too - just like he had been. Her hands shook.
“What do we do?”
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Megamind could easily imagine the scene - Roxanne in a room like the one he had spent seven years in, strapped down and examined - tested - constantly by scientists, researches, reports sent to branches of the government that didn't officially exist...
He realised he was beginning to hyperventilate and tried to steady his breathing, but it was impossible to get anywhere near calm. No. No, this couldn't be happening. It was the worst thing that could possibly happen. At least the worst fate Roxanne had faced before had been a bullet - relatively quick and clean and possibly even painless, depending on who was doing the ( ... )
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If she was taken, tests would be run. Experiments, procedures that she couldn't even think about performed on her baby.
Her hands went to her stomach and she felt sick again.
"I don't...I don't think I can..." Do what I need to do.
"I'm not strong enough."
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"I... I find it abhorrent," he agreed, his voice barely more than a murmur. Perhaps if he spoke quietly enough, then later he would be able to pretend to himself that he had said nothing at all. "But... Roxanne, there--there's no other choice!"
He fixed her with a desperate look, willing her to understand that right now her life meant more to him than that of a barely-tangible idea of a child; something almost without form and substance. Even as he thought that, though, he realised that the baby had already rooted itself in his thoughts well enough for him to be rendered unable to dismiss it completely.
A life. An innocent child.
They could protect it, he found himself thinking. The rebels hadn't attacked yet and there was no sign that they would do so in the near future.
But it wasn't just the near future, was it? ( ... )
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