This is my first fan fiction and I chose to do it on Megamind ^_^. I apologise in advance as I know that the rain sequence/scene has been done to death but I wanted to incorporate it into my story. I would appreciate any criticism that any body has. I hope that everybody enjoys it. Am abit nervous to the outcome as Ive not done a fan fiction before ^_^.

I do not own Megamind or any of the characters ( I wish ) :)

It was raining. The wind whistled around him, seemingly determined to knock him off balance. His cape flatted and whipped around him in a lively dance. Thunder was approaching in the distance. His mind noted these little details, but he wasn't there. Not really.

Just concentrate on walking to the Lair, don't let the hurt show any more than what it already had. Dear God don't let it show.

Megamind walked, head hung in surrender and acceptance. He had been fooling himself these last few weeks. Why on earth did he ever think this would work?

What a fool he'd been. He should have known that she would have eventually found out; he should have given her more credit. He hadn't meant to hurt her, not at all. But the way she'd looked at him... the emotions that had been tumbling from her in those few horrible minutes. He'd felt guilty, panicked and uncomfortable. He wasn't meant to see her like that. In all those times he'd kidnapped her she'd not once shown that level of emotion. Megamind felt as though he had been intruding in a way. Intruding on her innermost thoughts. Her heart.

He closed his eyes in embarrassment and hurt. What had occurred earlier had been...terrible. He didn't think he'd ever be able to erase the image that had been burned into his mind. The image of Roxanne. Roxanne Ritchi, and her eyes that had widened in shock, then narrowed with hurt as she had stared at him from across the table in the restaurant. And then turning away from him, but not before she'd thrown her drink at him, the drink that was meant for them. And then the embarrassed stumble from the restaurant with everybody's eyes riveted on him. It was a different look to the one he was used to receiving; this was far worse. They had looked at him as though he was a pervert, and a rapist. Yes, he knew what that was; he'd learnt about it whilst in prison and it was one of the nastier aspects of being there.

He'd be one of the first to admit that he'd kidnapped Roxanne once or twice too often, but not because of any carnal desire ( at least not then ). He'd simply used her as a way to get to Metro Man. On top of that he enjoyed her company and had found her quite pretty.

He stopped walking and opened his eyes. He could still feel on his chest where she'd pushed him away, rejecting him, refusing him, not seeing him.

What had promised to be such a lovely evening had certainly not become it.

Earlier that evening he'd had a glint of hope arise when he'd asked her if she'd still enjoy his company, had he looked any different. He'd come to know Roxanne as the kind woman she really was during his stint as Bernard and not the wise cracking, sarcastic, nosy reporter he regularly saw and let himself believe she solely was. It had been a welcomed surprise and one that had him ready to kiss the very ground she walked on. He realized that he'd become smitten with her and he hadn't fought against it.

He'd been so relieved with her answer, he'd felt his heart leap with delight. Then it had steadily gone downhill from there onwards.

A sound. He stopped, though his cape continued its isolated dance. He narrowed his eyes, listening. It was hard to pick up exactly what it was and where it was. The wind was so loud and the way the buildings where positioned made it hard to determine where exactly the noise was coming from. Megamind felt his ears straining, trying to pick up the sound. All too aware was he of the beginnings of the feeling of dread. Something about it demanded his attention. Something about it felt wrong.

The noise again. He turned his head back the way he'd come, hardly daring to in case he somehow saw her slowly making her journey home. He peered down the street, heart pounding. No Roxanne in sight. He imagined he could still see her, a spectral version of herself. Did she even turn around? he dimly wondered. He should give this up and go back to the Lair; that's where he ought to be, where he should have been all evening. What was he playing at, standing in the street like some twisted version of Orpheus, waiting for his Eurydice to come to him?

Still that sound. Rolls of thunder persisted, coming closer. He turned his face to the sky. Huge clouds were looming. As Megamind watched a bolt of lightening momentarily lit up the sky. It was going to be one hell of a storm.

"Roxanne, please be home," Megamind whispered to himself. Even though she had screamed at him this evening, and had covered him in Château d'Yquem (which he could still faintly smell, even after walking in the rain) he couldn't bring himself to wish ill thoughts of her. He hoped that she was safe and in the same train of thought... He was suddenly aware of the fact that she was all on her own. And that sound.

Was that screaming? Startled at the thought he concentrated on it, closing his eyes, and fighting to isolate the noise from the wind and the growing thunder. It slowly dawned on him that it was screaming, and with a jolt that made every ounce of his being weak and sick, he realized it was Roxanne. His eyes snapped open, widening in shock.

He spun where he stood, not wanting to comprehend what this could mean. He could hear them clearly now; the panicked tones, the pleading, the screams that were after a couple of seconds suddenly cut off. Quickly he ran back the way he'd come, desperately wishing that he'd been more careful this evening. That he'd persisted with her; anything to ensure that she wasn't alone on a night like this. It was his fault she was now on her own. He flushed indigo with shame when he remembered that she didn't even have a jacket on.

As he ran he uttered a frustrated cry. She'd looked so vulnerable when he'd watched her walking away, so lost.

Back the way he came, he ran faster and faster. His boots pounded on the ground. Splashes of water from newly formed puddles sprung up and gripped his leathered limbs. The rain whipped against his face, the same face that was tensed. His cape fluttered behind him almost aiding his flight. His heart hammered.

He heard the screams again up ahead. He cast his sight about wildly looking for the source of her terror and then he saw her.

Many thanks to Nineteennintytwo for Beta reading this for me ^_^.