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).
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You turn to me and smile, )
"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? Nine months of gestation, then it may well be a matter of years before the child could run.
Or perhaps it would be like him; walking, talking and comprehending within weeks.
There were too many variables and absolutely no certainties. It was too dangerous, he knew that. There was no way they could go through with this - it would be selfish to go through with this, knowing the danger the child would be put in. Again, Megamind imagined Steel getting his hands on a small blue baby - his child - and raising him or her as a lab experiment, never seeing the outside world and never knowing there was anything beyond the walls of the facility.
The image made him feel sick.
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