To jest angielska wersja (i trochę ulepszona, dzięki mojej Becie ;]) crossoveru "A miało być tak pięknie". (jesteś z polski, skomentuj oryginał!)

I do not own any character present here. They all belong to Dreamworks. The original concept of Beauty and the Beast belongs to Jeanne-Marie Leprince de Beaumont, who first wrote this story down and to Disney who made it into a beautiful animated movie ;]

I'm just having fun in their sandbox ;]

EDIT: This story has been altered, just the time line guys. Sorry for the long hiatus.

"Oh, I do not believe this!" Roxanne Ritchi rose to her feet and rubbed over a bruise on her leg, which she'd earned during a crazy ride down the sewer manhole.

It must have been the worst day of her life. For almost a year she'd been an intern at KMCP 8, and had recently been given the chance of her life to appear on the air. Unfortunately, tracking down the "material" she needed resulted in driving a little too far into the rougher part of the city, which forced her to escape from a bunch of thugs, during which she stumbled and fell down a manhole leading to the sewers. And afterwards she landed… Exactly where had she landed?

It was the sewers, yes, but there was no water. The reporter pulled out her cell phone to light the way and started to walk. Soon the tunnel grew brighter, and Roxanne decided that she must be somewhere near the subway route because the walls and the floor trembled from time to time. Hoping to get out, the young woman began to move quicker. But there was still no exit in sight.

After something that could have be an hour of walking, Roxanne began to hear loud music. Not explicitly, but she could recognize an electric guitar and percussion. Someone listening to rock music in their basement? Could she have come across a group of young runaways who had started a secret base in the unused subway tunnels?

Finally, Roxanne saw the end of the tunnel and a ladder leading upwards. Without thinking, she climbed up and opened the wooden hatch. She found herself in the abandoned theatre…

What she saw exceeded her expectations. There were futuristic looking machines placed here and there, which looked more like the ones she'd seen in science fiction films as opposed to modern technology. Who built these things? Does it all even work? Roxanne was so stunned she didn't notice that someone had suddenly turned off the music.

It was the sound of someone else's voice which brought her back to reality.

"Minion, is that you?"

Roxanne panicked when saw a shadow approaching. Quickly she looked around in search of a hiding place and dived into the shadows. Then she saw him and had to bit her lips, trying not to scream. Who ...? What is that thing? An alien? He had a human body structure, but what distinguished him was his blue skin tone, not to mention his giant skull. And he was bald.

Roxanne didn't know what to do. Could this be an actual visitor from another planet, intending to take over the Earth? Too much 'Alien' and 'Predator'; I can't judge him, thinking he's evil and has ill intentions, she thought, remembering her father's words. "Do not judge a book by its cover, and a person on appearance; you judge them based on their actions." She took few deep breaths. Okay, Miss nosy ... Time for the meeting with the Third Kind.

"I'm sorry ... " Carefully she slipped out from her hiding place and stood face to face with a blue alien – if he was an alien. The alien screamed in horror and jumped back a few steps.

"Minion! Brainbots! We have an intruder!"

Roxanne raised her hands in a gesture of vulnerability.

"Listen, I'm here by accident. Some thugs were chasing me and I fell into a manhole, and the tunnel I fell into led me here, so if you were so nice as to just show me the way out ..."

"I do not think that's an option ..." the alien answered her.

"What?" With slight horror she watched as he slowly reached to his hip and took out a strange-looking gun. The alien fired. The world flashed white and then it went dark...

Later, through the hatch in the floor came a strange robot-like gorilla. Instead of the head it had an bowl with a fish inside, who was humming. The newcomer pulled up a shopping bag and closed the hatch behind him.

"Sir! I'm back!" shouted the fish. He was answered by silence. "Sir?"

The fish looked around carefully and headed for the main part of the theater. Indeed. In one of the chairs the fish saw the blue alien sat down, mindlessly playing with an opalescent blue cube. The fish quickly placed his purchases in the kitchen before approaching.

"Sir? Did something happen?" he asked.

The alien sighed.

"Minion, how many times do I have to remind you to close the hatch behind yourself?" Even the anger in his voice was a little ... thoughtful.

"Oh, that ... ha-ha." If the fish could blush with embarrassment Minion would be doing so. Instead he shifted from one foot to the another. "I keep forgetting where it is..." he added to justify himself.

"This, my fishy friend, is the result of your forgetfulness." The blue man lifted the cube.

"Oops ...? Should I fetch the Forget-Me Spray?"

"I don't know ...I'm not sure." The hand fell heavily on the armrest.

"What? " Minion hoped that he'd misheard.

"This is Roxanne Ritchi..."

"Oops." He hadn't misheard him that time, damn ...

"Minion, how much time do we have left?"

"Around three months... Sir, what's your point?"

The alien stared at the blue cube, and for a moment, he didn't answer.

"Minion, do you believe that our lives, to some degree, may be led by some sort of destiny?" he suddenly said. "Not completely; just a little. For example, when we meet someone, or something unexpected happens, and we get to choose from several options; the choice might decide the rest of our lives." He looked at Minion, waiting for his answer.

"Sir, I'm not sure if I understand..." The fish was deeply troubled.

"I think I would like to try again, Minion. One last time. What do we have to lose?"

Minion was silent for a while, processing what he'd just heard.

"I understand, therefore, I'll prepare a Green Dressing Room."

To her own surprise Roxanne opened her eyes. She blinked a few times; luckily the room was dark and her eyes became accustomed to it quickly. She tried to sit up.

"Whoa ..." She grabbed her head and hid it between her knees, trying to calm the sudden dizziness. It was only when she was sure she wouldn't throw up her breakfast she dared to look around. It was certainly not her room. Next to the green chaise sofa – on which she sat – stood a lamp which gave a very fragile glow. Roxanne found the switch and slowly increased the light.

The room reminded her of an old Hollywood styled Dressing Room. The interior was green with dark wood accents. The walls, drapes, carpet and upholstery were in various shades of green. To the right of the chaise longue was a dressing screen made of dark wood and green material, embroidered with gold thread and oriental patterns. In one corner stood a dressing table made of dark wood with a huge mirror. And then, from the ceiling, hung a retro styled chandelier. The girl must admit; the room was very beautiful.

Only then did Roxanne realize that, standing by the door was a robotic gorilla with a fish tank instead of the head. The fish smiled at her politely.

"Hello," it said.

It spoke!

For a moment Roxanne just gaped at him. "Ugh, this stinks," she then muttered, closing her eyes and flopping back down. "I must have bumped my head pretty hard on the way down."

"Are you okay, Miss?" the fish asked.

The young woman opened her eyes, and again, she saw a talking fish. Part of her mind insisted she was dreaming. But then she remembered her encounter with the blue alien… This feels too real to be a dream.

"N-no. Not really. Are you really a fish?"

"Oh, yes. My name's Minion. The one you met earlier is my friend and boss, Megamind," he informed her.

"Megamind?"

"Yeah. He may seem a little cocky at first but he's a good person, when you get to know him."

Roxanne came to the conclusion that this…space piranha was nice. "So…err… could you show me the way out? I need to get home."

"I doubt that it would be possible, miss."

The woman didn't like the tone in which Minion spoke. "Sorry?"

"Your return home. I fear that, for now, it will be impossible for you."

"Pardon?" Her eyes grew wide and she blinked a few times.

"Sir forbid your return home until further notice," Minion explained.

It finally sank in. Then she screamed with frustration and anger and ran out the room, unstopped by Minion. The loud rock music was her lodestar. She quickly found Megamind, tinkering with a machine.

"YOU!" The alien looked up and smiled when he saw her, but his face fell once he noticed the mood she was in. "This is kidnapping! This is illegal! People got to jail for this! I demand you let me go! You have no right-!"

With each word which fell from her lips, his eyes turned cold with rage. "Maybe I don't have the right..." he said very slowly, his tone ice cold.

He stood up and walked over to her. It was at that moment when Roxanne noticed her mistake. She swallowed nervously when she saw his angry eyes, and took a few steps back.

"But it was you, Miss, who charged in to my house, without invitation, so you are here on my terms and I will decide when you walk away from here, understood?"

She nodded her head, her expression betraying just how scared she was. Had he suddenly grown a few inches?

"Minion! Take her to her new room and don't let her leave it until I allow it," he ordered the fish.

"Yes, sir."

Why the lair is a theatre? Because in the first concepts of Megamind, his lair was placed in a theatre. You could see that in the Art of Megamind book. I just thought how beautiful it looked like and how it fitted the story ;]

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