A/N: So over on Tumblr, there is a blog that posts 'Imagine your OTP' scenarios, and when this one popped up on my dash, after 30+ hours of not sleeping and in a delirious, crazed stupor, I was inspired. Probably not the best time to try and write something because you have little to no control as to what comes out, but it didn't turn out -too- bad I think.

The prompt was: Imagine person A dying suddenly and Person B continuing to make them a cup of coffee every morning, even though they know it will go cold.

Typical Disclaimer: I don't own things, I just play with them, yadda yadda

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

No matter how many times the lonely fish says it to himself, it never makes it true… never stops the pain of reality. He goes along with his daily routine, the monotony the only thing saving him from his own mind. If he does everything just so, then maybe he can see what went wrong that day. What made that day so different from the rest.

As he follows the well-worn path in the cement floor, he goes over it in his poor, rattled head: the alarm goes off, the hero rushes to save the day, and he makes it back in time for his morning cup of coffee. Only this time, the coffee grows cold and is soon forgotten in lieu of more pressing matters. Yet after nearly a year, nothing. No hints at what was to come, no clues that could have tipped them off so that things may have ended differently.

Did it really matter? At the end of the day, he is still a Minion without his Sir, and his boss's favorite mug sits where its placed every morning in front of the leather chair, its warmth as much a memory as it's master.

And when the day draws to a close, and the cup is washed clean, he thinks to himself, How ironic, the one lesson he never learned as a villain would be his downfall as a hero.

That sometimes, the bad guy wins.