After reading all the WONDERFUL fics already posted, it kept bugging me that no one mentioned how "Super" Megamind really was. So, I HAD to write this down. The whole thing is a lot smuttier in my head but I decided to keep the rating down so that I could actually post it on this site :P The name comes from SilverShepherd and her brilliant fics and the Home Movies are from Blue Rowan and her development of Warden Blackwell.

The title of the story comes from Katy Perry's PERFECT song E.T. (Futuristic Lovers)

DISCLAIMER- I do not own Megamind, Katy Perry or Guns-n-Roses. If I did, I'd be rich.

He trudged into Evil Lair, dragging his feet in exhaustion. Who thought being liked could be so tiring? He'd had barely 5 minutes to himself since defeating "Tighten" (that stupid idiot who couldn't even spell his own name right). Reporter after reporter, picture after picture and stalkers and fangirls chasing him everywhere, he could safely say that he'd never expected anything QUITE like this for his life. iThe next thing I'm inventing will serve the soul purpose of hiding me from these pests,i he thought maniacally. iMaybe something like the invisible car only expanded over the whole of Secret Lair...i

Sitting in his most comfortable chair (big, black, leather, rolling, you know the one :P ) he sighed, finally alone. Over the past couple of weeks he had defeated the Bad Guy, cleaned up the city, rebuilt the Metro City Tower and dedicated a museum. Granted, the museum was for Megamind himself, but he was still put out. All he wanted to do was spend some time in blissful silence. If there was one thing he missed about Prison it was the pitch black of "Lights out!" and the utter silence created by concrete walls. He did some of his best work when all was still. His eyes closed, he hadn't noticed a brain bot enter the room and was genuinely shocked when he heard it near his side, it's mechanical barking a sharp noise on his sensitive (and handsomely large) ears.

"What is it boy?" he wondered. It flew over to the monitors as they were remotely activated by it's transceiver. A picture of a camera crew appeared, a giant 8 emblazoned on a van in the background. "Roxanne," he muttered, beginning to smile. She was dressed in a blue pencil-skirt, microphone in hand with a mischievous smile on her face. iGame time.i

. . . . . .

She walked right up to the Secret Entrance, her new camera man following close behind. "Won't he be mad that we know where his Hide-Out is?" he asked, wary of the criminal-turned-hero. "After all, it was just over two weeks ago that he broke out of jail and killed a man, a Super-Powered Man! A lot of people are still scared of him you know." There was a warning in his tone that Roxanne didn't miss.

"Well then, Brian" she shot back. " 'A lot of people' need to get their facts straight and realize that if it weren't for Megamind, they'd all be dead, or enslaved to Titan." She was about to walk through the barrier into the warehouse when a loud voice nearly made her drop the microphone.

"Who goes there!" Megamind's voice came from all around them as brain bots circled them, appearing out of nowhere.

"You rolling?" Without waiting for an answer she held the mike to her mouth. "This is Roxanne Ritchi, Channel 8 news, reporting from the headquarters of Metro City's newest hero. Megamind," She addressed the brain bot with the camera. "What does the city's hero do after his first big victory?" There was a spark in her eye.

"Weeelllllll," Roxanne could hear the smirk in his voice. "First, I was forced to clean up the city. THEN, I had to repair the Tower, dedicate a museum and now I'm being pest-eered by reporters." He paused, "Maybe I should just lock them all away," He chuckled (evilly of course). "Starting with you!"

Suddenly the brain bots swarmed around her. When the dust cleared, Roxanne was gone and Brian was left standing alone, no reporter to film, clueless to the fact that Megamind had stolen the film from his camera when he kidnapped Miss Ritchi.

. . . . . .

She found herself "tied" to a chair in the middle of a dome-like room. iDe-ja-vu,i she thought, smiling. Minion was next to her holding a sack-cloth bag as if he'd recently taken it off her head.

"Miss Ritchi," she looked over at the blue alien. Dressed in black studded lether, petting a brain bot, looking like a mix of iconic Bad guys. She smied. "We meet again."

Minion winked when she looked at him, nudging her elbow, as if to remind her of something. "Oh!," she remembered. "Would it KILL you to wash the bag?"

"You can scream ALL you wish, Miss Ritchi," he continued, "I'm afraid NO one can hear you!" She was trying to not laugh, she could hear Minion quietly giggling. "Wh-Why isn't she screaming?"

"Miss Ritchi *laugh*," Minion's suit was in control but the little fish was floating all over with his barely contained joy. "If you don't mind *giggle*."

"Like this," he smirked, in a surprising amount of control. "Ahhhhhh!" He clutched at the brain bot in his lap, nearly crushing it with his strength, causing it's electronic circuits to spark rapidly in a blue and purple light show. Relaxing after his demonstration, Megamind continued, "That-that's a poor lady scream." At this the dog-like robot in his arms bit his hand for squeezing it and he screamed at a higher pitch than before.

Roxanne couldn't help but laugh now. He had actually used the same misbehaving bot as last time they were here and he paid the price. Minion was laughing as he tried to pull the cyborg off his master's arm. By the time they succeeded, Roxanne had nearly fallen out of the chair. Climbing back up she sobered at the look on her Boyfriend's face. "We'll see who's laughing when I'm done with you." She shivered as the tone of his voice sent tingles down her spine.

"What are you going to do?" She shot back. "Feed me to the alligators?" That had been the first torture object he had revealed last time. Not that she had ever thought he'd really hurt her. Even when he was "evil" he had never hurt her. Once Minion had accidentally bumped her head on a door frame when he was carrying her. Thinking she was still unconscious, Minion had gotten a verbal beating from the blue man, warning him to be more careful.

"No, we gave them to the zoo to help them get more business," Minion answered.

"DON'T tell her that!" Megamind rolled closer, pushing the fish away. "She's using her ingenious reporter skills to learn our secrets!" Minion backed away as his master continued, speaking now only to Roxanne. "Such tricks," he whispered, rolling behind her, breathing the words against her neck. "Won't work on me." He paused, mouth inches from her ear, "Temptress."

She shivered, "Wait," she gasped, shaking herself mentally. "What secrets? There's nothing you can hide from me. I know everything about you." She spoke smoothly, seducing him with her voice. "I know exactly how to kiss you to make you forget what you were saying. I know how to hold you to show you that you're loved. And I know exactly how to speak to you, Megamind, to get you all riled up." She smirked, letting him know the innuendo was intended.

He smiled back, but then his face fell. Roxanne was surprised at the sudden change in mood. "But you don't know my name," He whispered so sadly that she could barely hear.

. . . . . .

He was enjoying himself for the first time in a long while until she had called him "Megamind". He could feel the strongest of her emotions as they seeped from her mind. If he had looked deeper he would have heard what she was going to say before she even said it, but that took the fun out of the game so he had been unprepared. He felt her energy drop like a stone when she heard his whisper. "I'm sorry Roxanne, I shouldn't have said that."

She stood up and walked over, her hands (having never been bound) wrapped around his waist as she sat on his lap. Her head rested on his shoulder, increasing the ease at which he could feel her, body and mind. She was guilty. iHow could I think his name was actually 'Megamind'!i she mentally kicked herself. "No, no," He soothed, his gloved hand brushing through her hair. "You have had no reason to think I had any other name."

"I'm a reporter," She deadpanned. "If for no other reason than it would have made a great story, I should have known," Her voice was soft but she was mentally yelling at herself.

"Stop that," He said turning her head to meet her eyes.

"Stop what?" She asked.

"Beating yourself up," He softly smiled. "You're practically screaming."

She looked at him for near a minute before it dawned on her. "You can hear my thoughts?" She sat up to look at him better, her anger turning to him. "You can read my mind!"

"Wait a minute!" He tried to calm the storm before it started. "I've never done it before! I swear! It's just now I felt so alone and you were REALLY yelling loudly."

She stood up and looked at him, really looked at him for the first time. He just sat there expectantly, waiting for her to decide. She sighed and sat on his lap again. "I really know nothing about you do I?"

"What better time to learn?" He smiled, hugging her. "Fire away, Miss Ritchi. But I warn you, this is an exclusive interview for a select audience."

She giggled, softly. "Alright," she cleared her throat. "Megamind, former Evil Genius Super Villain of Metro City."

"Yes?" He said simply.

"What is your name? Your true identity? The mask you wear in society? The real you?"

"I am Syx."

"Six?"

"Yes, Syx," he smiled, knowing what she was thinking, without listening to her thoughts. "S-y-x," He spelled for her benefit.

"Oh. So, NOT the number?" She leaned her head back on his shoulder.

"Actually," He chuckled inwardly. "It IS the number. When I was first learning English, I had trouble with spelling." He remembered the inmates had always seemed so resourceful, finding flashcards for him to practice math and even Jack-and-Jill 'Learning to Read' books (he knew those didn't come standard from the prison library). She was stifling a laugh for the N-th time that day. "Hey," he protested. "YOU try learning to speak a whole new language at 11 days old!"

"You mean, you could speak as a baby?" She was mystified.

"Yeah," He answered. "It was frustrating having to learn ANOTHER language though. I STILL have trouble with it sometimes. It's so PRIMITIVE compared to what comes naturally to me. My language is like music in it's complexity. Not only is there the vocal, spoken part but there's facial expression, limb movement, posture," He sighed. "I won't even go into the mental and emotional projection, the forbidden questions, how you must talk with different levels of formality with different people. I must admit, those three days it took me to learn English, I broke a few rules trying to communicate with the other prisoners."

"What, like you didn't turn your lights out when you were supposed to? Or did you ask the cook for some more gruel?" She tried to joke, comparing him to Oliver Twist.

He understood the simile, "I may have been an orphan Roxanne but I wasn't without a family you know." He brought up a file on one of the monitors, it started showing clips from what looked like security cameras. She saw what could have been called a home video. She saw Megam - Syx - growing up before her eyes as he continued to tell her stories of his childhood. "From the moment my pod had opened, I could FEEL that these men didn't mean me any harm. I broke the rules those first few days by reading their thoughts.

"I knew I was in a prison and I thought it was the best way to ensure my safety," He paused. "Minion wasn't very happy about the situation..."

She could tell that prison hadn't been a walk in the park for him. No matter how much he tried to play it up for her benefit, it WAS prison after all. He had been silent for a while, lost in memories as the clips continued to play on the monitors.

"So," she said, attempting to bring him out of his thoughts. "What else can you do?"

"How do you mean?" He looked at her, eyebrow raised.

"Well, at less than two weeks old, you could speak two languages. You can read minds, even though you apparently don't because you're not allowed," She raised an eyebrow back at him showing that she still thought he did (at least sometimes). "There," she pointed at the screen. "You can't be more than 3 and you built a bicycle out of, what are those, license plates?" She screamed in fear as on the screen he fell from what must have been at least two stories. He looked maybe 5 years old on the monitor. On the video she could see everyone rushing around him concerned but he just got up, brushed off, and picked up the bouncy ball he'd been chasing. "And how did THAT not kill you?"

"Really?" He asked, genuinely perplexed. "You were there when I fought Titan AND most of my battles with Metroman. Did you never notice that the worst injury I ever got were bruises and minor scrapes?"

"Honestly, no."

"Some reporter you are," He mocked, smiling.

"Hey!" She punched him, knocking the wind out of him. "Wait..." She scowled. "You faked that."

He pretended to rub the spot on his chest where she'd punched him. She lifted her eyebrow again. "All right," He conceded. "Yes, I was only pretending." She smiled smugly. "My skin is much tougher than Humans' and my bones are made from what I would describe as organic-diamond. It's how I've stayed alive these past twenty-odd years fighting a Super Hero."

She put her hand on his face, feeling his skin. It didn't seem any different to her own. She pinched his cheek, "No 5 o'clock shadow."

"That's thanks to one of my inventions," he boasted, grinning widely. "It doesn't have a name yet but I don't have to shave again for a month!"

"I'm gonna have to borrow that sometime."

"I invented it when I started to develop facial hair," He recalled, mentally calculating the exact moment his hormones had begun to change.

"That's another thing," Roxanne started. "Well, never mind." She was blushing.

"What? Did I say something embarrassing?"

"Well, you mentioned puberty, you know, growing a beard?" She was blushing even more now. "With Human boys, that usually involves an extreme interest in girls... And that got me thinking... You know what I'm getting at?"

He was blushing a little now too, his ears turning an endearing shade of purple and his cheeks an even darker blue. "If I hadn't had Minion with me I would have gone mad!" He blushed even more when he realized how that could have been taken. "Not like that! I just mean he knew more than me. But not in that way!" He groaned as he dug a deeper hole for himself. "I just mean to say that he was like a textbook of my home planet. History, Biology, Psychology, Politics, Geography even." He calmed, his blush fading. "He was the only link I had to my home."

"Well, I'm glad he was there for you," Roxanne kissed his cheek, just to see the blush emerge again. "Where is he by the way?"

"Oh, he left to give us some privacy," Syx smirked.

"Well then," She replied, her voice suddenly silky. "What do you say we learn some more about biology?" The hand she had on his chest traveled slowly downwards, a wicked smile on her face.

"I like the sound of that," His voice was deep and husky as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Down in the kitchen, Minion could sense the change in energy from his master and decided to turn on some music as a distraction. Humming along to Guns-n-Roses, he continued to make dinner for his Best Friend and Master.

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A/N - I can't tell you how much I LOVE his name! Syx is so PERFECT for him! 666, in the movie he says "Think of the most evil thing you can think of and multiply it by Syx!" (as SilverShepherd expertly pointed out) Also, he's genius and as Math is technically a language, it makes sense he'd have a name in the language of Math. I LOVE it!