Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Monsters vs. Aliens as much as I wish, but I do own the character Maggie.

This story is about his wife's point of view, from when he was captured to and during the events in the movie. I may include the others thoughts and POV throughout the movie and I will let you know when it does. Please review and let me know how you like the story.

I still can't believe what just happened. I feel a great pain in my chest every time I close my eyes and remember everything like it happened yesterday. It's not fair and why did it have to happen to him? I wish there had been something I could have done to prevent this. We were happy together and now there is nothing for me here."That was what went through my mind as I stared at our wedding picture. I still had to finish cleaning up his lab and boxing up his equipment. It had been exactly a month since that fatal day, September 13, 1962, when the US government broke into our house and took my husband away from me. I found myself feeling empty and hurt, and while my family and friends tried their best to comfort me, it was no use. The only voice that could bring me comfort at this point was his, and now I was feeling as if I would never see him again. At any rate, that is what the soldiers told me when I screamed at them when they came. I remember that day so well….

(Flashback) September 13, 1962

"Antony, honey, it'll be ok. You are the most brilliant man in the world and I know you will find a cure for yourself. It's going to take a little time that's all!"

I sadly looked over at my husband as he sat on our couch sulking with his face in his hands. This was a trait of his when one of his experiments didn't work out the way it should have; but this time, things really looked bad for him. He no longer looked like the handsome man I married, he now had a huge cockroach head with two antennas and huge eyes. He had invented a machine that was supposed to give humans the cockroaches' ability to survive in a lab in our basement. I helped him by getting the materials he needed while he calculated how the machine was supposed to work. It took us a couple of years to get to this point and now, I fear it will take us even more years to figure out how to get him back to normal. I was still trying to find a way to cope with this change, but I did know one thing, I was not going to abandon him when he clearly needed me most. He looked at me with his big sad eyes that were still that hazel/green color I fell in love with. He still had his mustache on his face as well. He looked at me with love in his eyes and sighed.

He got off the couch and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. His raven black hair was replaced by the two antennas on his head, which were now drooping in despair, and tickling my back. His hands were still normal, as was the rest of his body.

"Maggie, love, what would I do without you," he whisper sadly in my ear.

"Probably go insane," I jokingly said to him trying to lighten things up.

We both laughed at that comment and went into the kitchen for lunch. I went to the refrigerator and started to pull some ham and cheese out for sandwiches when I heard the trashcan rustling. I turned to look and saw Antony half way in it eating the garbage.

"Tony! What are you doing! Stop!" I yelled at him.

He looked up at me in a way that he thought I was crazy. It then dawned on him what he was doing not two seconds ago.

"Oh god Maggie. I am so sorry. The trash lid was open and I couldn't stop myself. It smelled too good to resist and when I tasted it, I wanted more," he explained.

I brushed the last of the garage off his sweater and lab coat. Then I turned to pick up the ham and cheese I dropped on the floor to make us both some sandwiches again.

"Tony, it's okay," I told him while spreading the mayo on the bread, "I accept your apology. That must have been another side effect of the experiment. You did do me a favor however."

"Really, how so?"

"I was going to ask you to take out the garage, but now there doesn't seem to be much left," I smugly said to him.

"Well, I guess being half cockroach has some benefits. We would definitely cut down on our garage output and it's safer for the environment,"he said as he chuckled awkwardly while rubbing the back of his neck.

"True, though it's just a little gross watching you eat that," I said to him "But, if you want some more,honey, I would be happy to put some on a plate for you."

He nodded his head and I walked over to the trashcan to get some of the garbage out for him. I don't understand how he had perfectly good food in the fridge yet he wanted the rotten stuff instead. Oh well, my job is to take care of my husband and make sure he doesn't starve himself by working too much. That poor man would spend hours at the chalkboard and notebooks calculating so many variables and ways for his experiments to work that he would fall asleep at his workplace or on the floor. I hope he doesn't overdo it trying to find a cure for himself.

Then, as we were finishing our lunch, I heard the sound of my front door breaking down and all these military men swarmed into my house shouting orders at Antony and me to get down on the ground that instant. The moment Antony and I were on our knees; someone pulled out a syringe full of some orange liquid and injected it into my husband's neck.

I screamed at them, "What are you going to him? Who are you people and what gives you the right to treat people like this? Get off of me! Stop, where are you taking him?" That last question I asked because it didn't take long for that drug to sedate him and they were dragging his body out my door without an explanation.

One soldier finally told the men holding me to let go, he also said, "Mission accomplished gentlemen. Let's pack it up and get this guy on the bus."

I grabbed that soldier, as it appeared he seemed to be the one in charge and angrily demanded, "Where are you taking my husband? Wherever he's going, I'm coming with you."

He said to me, "That's a negative ma'am. No civilians are permitted to accompany us to our destination. Nor am I allowed to tell you where we are taking him and no we can't release him. I'm sorry to tell you this Mrs. Tyson; but that meal you had with him, is going to be the last meal you will ever have with him again. I'm sorry; but, those are my orders and we have rules about contact with the outside world."

I stood there with tears escaping my eyes as they loaded Antony into a government looking van, feeling like they had just murdered my husband right in front of me. As the van started to pull away from the house, in a fit of grief I shoved my way pass the soldiers trying to get to it. I managed to get to side of the van, started banging on it with my fists to get them to let him out, unfortunately, the soldiers overtook me again, and they tried to restrain me with some difficulty.

"You can't do this to me," I screamed at them, "My husband may be from England, but his green card and marriage to me, an American citizen and in the country of my birth, gives him rights! Let go of me and bring him back! Please, please bring him back. Please."

Then, my knees gave out as the van drove off and I fell to the ground wailing with my hands covering my face. One of my neighbors, Mr. Johnson, came over to me with his wife, after watching what was going on at my house, and lifted me up to carry me back inside. They carried me up the stairs and set me on the bed in our bedroom, Nellie said she would stay the night to keep an eye on me. Michel went out to confront the soldiers about what just happened here. When he came back, I told them everything about my husband's work and what happened yesterday, as well as, what happened today up to the army taking him away.

Michel said, "Well that explains why it looked like World War III over here and why they took him. They felt he was meddling with things he shouldn't have and took him away for it. I am so sorry Maggie. If you ever need anything, I will be right next door. Good night ladies."

"Thank you Mike and Nell for your consideration, but if you don't mind, I would like to be alone now." I said in a dull sad voice, while pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face in my arms.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you tonight Maggie," Nellie asked and said, "It really wouldn't be a problem."

I shook my head and said with a lump in my throat, "No, please Nellie, as my friend, please leave me alone."

After I told her that, I curled up into a ball and hugged his pillow in my arms and wept into it.

She sighed and said while stroking my arm, "Ok, if you ever need anything Mags, we're right next door. Get some rest."

After she left, I cried myself to sleep, praying that all this was just a nightmare that I was having and that tomorrow it would all go away. I woke up the next day and found myself lying in an empty bed. I wept again knowing that it really happened. The government took my husband from me and now I will never see him again.

End Flashback.

TBC. So let me know how the first chapter was and I apologizes if the chapter was short.