Um....Hey.
This is just a little fic I found on my computer that I wrote...well....forever ago. It's cute though, and since I haven't contributed anything to this fandom in awhile I thought I'd share it. Plus....not too many fics with The Warden in it. I apologize for typos etc. ...it's so late right now and I'm too exhausted to over think things and not post this lol.
Summary: The Warden tucks in his favorite little inmate (and yes, Megamind's a child in this fic lol)
The warden walked purposefully down the prison corridor, barely acknowledging the few night guards who straightened their posture in his presence. Lights out was several hours ago, but it was not uncommon for him to stay the entire night and double check on things. He was a workaholic, that much was true, but he'd never admit to anyone the other reason he spent so much time there; especially in the last six years.
He slowed his pace as he began reaching the end of the hall and stopped at the very last cell, peering inside. The occupant of said cell- a young blue skinned child with an oversized cranium, clad in a traditional orange prison uniform- was fast asleep. The warden shook his head with a sigh, although not entirely surprised to find the boy once again on the floor. Truthfully he would have been more surprised if the child had been sleeping in the bed, instead of on laying on the ground, or propped up against the wall, or huddled in a corner.
This time the kid was stretched out on his stomach, his head resting against one arm, and his other arm stretched out over a notebook with a colored pencil loosely gripped in his hand. Propped up against the boys side was a small glass sphere, containing a strange looking fish with tiny protruding teeth; the fish appeared to be asleep as well, a content smile on his face. The scene was almost cozy really, although the Warden wondered how the child could stand the cold, hard floors.
Sighing again, the warden unclasped his hands from behind his back and moved forward to unlock the cell door. Walking inside, he noticed that even more strings were hanging down from the ceiling and holding up small pictures. He didn't wonder too much about how the kid managed to get them up; he'd seen the boy scale the corner of the walls before, and he was sure that some of the more kind hearted guards had been persuaded to help as well. Larger drawings were taped against the cell walls, and the warden was sure the kid had gone through most of the paper he had available.
'I'll have to get more.' he thought. 'Pencils too. Best to keep the kid occupied.'
Taking a moment to glance at some of the sketches, the warden could only shake his head; he honestly couldn't understand half the things that were displayed before him, and knew better than to even ask at this point.
Not wasting any more time, the warden leaned down, turning the kid over carefully and shifting him from the floor to his arms. The glass sphere rolled into the now open space and the fish inside jerked awake, brown eyes still reflecting sleep before going wide with worry. The big eyes darted around, then finally up at himself, and the fish visibly relaxed upon seeing him. The Warden suspected that the little fish- Minion, the boy called him- was also displeased with the child sleeping on the floor.
A small sleepy sound came from the boy in his arms and the wardens eyes darted towards his face; the kid had never once woken up when he moved him, and he honestly wasn't sure how to react if he did. Not even the other guards knew how often he tucked the child in- only the fish.
The child stirred, his small brow furrowed, and he made another sound; was he waking up, or having a nightmare? The warden wasn't sure, but he froze when the kid pressed closer against his chest, a small blue hand reaching to grasp at the edge of his jacket. He held his breath for a moment as he waited for the kid to make another move, but the blue child settled down in his arms and went still.
When he was certain that the kid was asleep, he carefully lowered him to the bed, grateful when he didn't stir or make a sound. He did, however, have to gently pry the kids hand away from his jacket and place it at the boys side; reflecting on just how small the kids own hand was in comparison to his. He pulled the thin covers over the slumbering form and paused-his knee braced against the side of the bed so that leaning over would be less strenuous.
It was odd to think that the quiet peaceful face of this little boy had been the cause of so many headaches in his life. Still, the warden didn't like to refer to the boy as a trouble maker. He knew that the boy's intentions were usually good, no matter how big of a mess it caused, or how frustrated it tended to make him. If anything the child was just…enthusiastic.
The Warden almost laughed at that thought, hardly aware of the small half smile on his face as he continued to stare at the child's tranquil visage. He became aware of himself just before his hand came down to brush lightly against the child's forehead. He pulled his hand back quickly, shaking his head.
'Shouldn't get into a habit of doing that.' he reminded himself . 'No sense in getting attached.'
Even as he stood back up, the Warden nearly laughed at his own thought.
'yes, of course. Because working overtime to ensure that the boy is in a proper bed is strictly business.' he shook his head again, his thoughts turning more sad. 'Or being so afraid that the government might take him, that you have the boy cuffed and escorted by guards on his first day of school.'
He frowned at the heavy feeling of guilt in his heart; as if fitting in wasn't hard enough for the kid.
The light sound of glass rolling over concrete diverted his attention to the ground, where the little fish had stopped just at his feet, peering up at him with curious brown eyes. The warden forced away his conflicting feelings, and bent to pick the sphere up, placing the fish next to his master.
The fish- minion, he reminded himself again- flashed him a grateful smile. The Warden almost felt inclined to return it, but instead responded in his usual serious manner.
"I trust this will be our little secret?"
Despite what the guards thought, the Warden knew that Minion was no ordinary fish; in fact, he was certain that the boy's conversations with his so-called 'pet' were more than just one-sided.
Minion glanced between his master and the warden with a bit of hesitation in his eyes. As always, he seemed conflicted to agree- as though he may be betraying the boys trust- but then like always he nodded an unspoken 'Deal.'
Perhaps he was afraid that the Warden would stop checking in on the boy if the secret was ever discovered. The Warden wasn't entirely sure, and honestly didn't care. He was just relieved that the kid never asked- never asked him, at least. He nearly dreaded the day the child would start asking him questions that were less about science and facts, and more personal in nature.
Summary: The Warden tucks in his favorite little inmate (and yes, Megamind's a child in this fic lol)
The warden walked purposefully down the prison corridor, barely acknowledging the few night guards who straightened their posture in his presence. Lights out was several hours ago, but it was not uncommon for him to stay the entire night and double check on things. He was a workaholic, that much was true, but he'd never admit to anyone the other reason he spent so much time there; especially in the last six years.
He slowed his pace as he began reaching the end of the hall and stopped at the very last cell, peering inside. The occupant of said cell- a young blue skinned child with an oversized cranium, clad in a traditional orange prison uniform- was fast asleep. The warden shook his head with a sigh, although not entirely surprised to find the boy once again on the floor. Truthfully he would have been more surprised if the child had been sleeping in the bed, instead of on laying on the ground, or propped up against the wall, or huddled in a corner.
This time the kid was stretched out on his stomach, his head resting against one arm, and his other arm stretched out over a notebook with a colored pencil loosely gripped in his hand. Propped up against the boys side was a small glass sphere, containing a strange looking fish with tiny protruding teeth; the fish appeared to be asleep as well, a content smile on his face. The scene was almost cozy really, although the Warden wondered how the child could stand the cold, hard floors.
Sighing again, the warden unclasped his hands from behind his back and moved forward to unlock the cell door. Walking inside, he noticed that even more strings were hanging down from the ceiling and holding up small pictures. He didn't wonder too much about how the kid managed to get them up; he'd seen the boy scale the corner of the walls before, and he was sure that some of the more kind hearted guards had been persuaded to help as well. Larger drawings were taped against the cell walls, and the warden was sure the kid had gone through most of the paper he had available.
'I'll have to get more.' he thought. 'Pencils too. Best to keep the kid occupied.'
Taking a moment to glance at some of the sketches, the warden could only shake his head; he honestly couldn't understand half the things that were displayed before him, and knew better than to even ask at this point.
Not wasting any more time, the warden leaned down, turning the kid over carefully and shifting him from the floor to his arms. The glass sphere rolled into the now open space and the fish inside jerked awake, brown eyes still reflecting sleep before going wide with worry. The big eyes darted around, then finally up at himself, and the fish visibly relaxed upon seeing him. The Warden suspected that the little fish- Minion, the boy called him- was also displeased with the child sleeping on the floor.
A small sleepy sound came from the boy in his arms and the wardens eyes darted towards his face; the kid had never once woken up when he moved him, and he honestly wasn't sure how to react if he did. Not even the other guards knew how often he tucked the child in- only the fish.
The child stirred, his small brow furrowed, and he made another sound; was he waking up, or having a nightmare? The warden wasn't sure, but he froze when the kid pressed closer against his chest, a small blue hand reaching to grasp at the edge of his jacket. He held his breath for a moment as he waited for the kid to make another move, but the blue child settled down in his arms and went still.
When he was certain that the kid was asleep, he carefully lowered him to the bed, grateful when he didn't stir or make a sound. He did, however, have to gently pry the kids hand away from his jacket and place it at the boys side; reflecting on just how small the kids own hand was in comparison to his. He pulled the thin covers over the slumbering form and paused-his knee braced against the side of the bed so that leaning over would be less strenuous.
It was odd to think that the quiet peaceful face of this little boy had been the cause of so many headaches in his life. Still, the warden didn't like to refer to the boy as a trouble maker. He knew that the boy's intentions were usually good, no matter how big of a mess it caused, or how frustrated it tended to make him. If anything the child was just…enthusiastic.
The Warden almost laughed at that thought, hardly aware of the small half smile on his face as he continued to stare at the child's tranquil visage. He became aware of himself just before his hand came down to brush lightly against the child's forehead. He pulled his hand back quickly, shaking his head.
'Shouldn't get into a habit of doing that.' he reminded himself . 'No sense in getting attached.'
Even as he stood back up, the Warden nearly laughed at his own thought.
'yes, of course. Because working overtime to ensure that the boy is in a proper bed is strictly business.' he shook his head again, his thoughts turning more sad. 'Or being so afraid that the government might take him, that you have the boy cuffed and escorted by guards on his first day of school.'
He frowned at the heavy feeling of guilt in his heart; as if fitting in wasn't hard enough for the kid.
The light sound of glass rolling over concrete diverted his attention to the ground, where the little fish had stopped just at his feet, peering up at him with curious brown eyes. The warden forced away his conflicting feelings, and bent to pick the sphere up, placing the fish next to his master.
The fish- minion, he reminded himself again- flashed him a grateful smile. The Warden almost felt inclined to return it, but instead responded in his usual serious manner.
"I trust this will be our little secret?"
Despite what the guards thought, the Warden knew that Minion was no ordinary fish; in fact, he was certain that the boy's conversations with his so-called 'pet' were more than just one-sided.
Minion glanced between his master and the warden with a bit of hesitation in his eyes. As always, he seemed conflicted to agree- as though he may be betraying the boys trust- but then like always he nodded an unspoken 'Deal.'
Perhaps he was afraid that the Warden would stop checking in on the boy if the secret was ever discovered. The Warden wasn't entirely sure, and honestly didn't care. He was just relieved that the kid never asked- never asked him, at least. He nearly dreaded the day the child would start asking him questions that were less about science and facts, and more personal in nature.