If you want blood, you got it.

[notpanicking]

CHARACTERS: Roxanne & Megamind [closed]
LOCATION: Her room
WARNINGS: Injury, blood.
SUMMARY: Roxanne gets fairly pummeled by Kara at Megamind's urging. Bad boyfriend, bad. He patches her up.
NOTES: Before the fear toxin plot but after the fight club.


Roxanne had taken Megamind's advice.

Now -- to be perfectly fair, she is an incredibly intelligent woman and certainly knows sarcasm when she hears it. However, it seemed a good opportunity to both let off some steam, prove to him why he was being an idiot, and get in a few good hits on a woman that had nearly killed the man she loved.

Roxanne had come out of it thoroughly defeated but with a newfound respect and grudging understanding of Kara Thrace. However, she had also come out of it incredibly bloody and not just a tad embarrassed, but it had been worth it in the long run.

Trudging back to her room, she's feeling -- oddly triumphant somehow, but sore and hurting and bleeding.

Comments

[megamind]

"I know you're not. Which-- is why I don't understand why you did it. Or understand why I don't want to hurt you."

And to him that's what it means; that he'd be hurting her! She shouldn't have to fight! To beat people up! She's a bystander. She's not suppoesd to get hurt, ever! Those are the rules. But he can't enforce them here. Nobody is afraid of him here.

[notpanicking]

"I know why you don't. I -- I didn't want to hurt you, either." But she had. She had, and even if it wasn't really her, it still haunts her, knowing she'd caused him pain.

"Look. Can we compromise? Maybe? You teach me a few base moves, and I'll go around and learn a few tricks from other people, too. Is that fair?"

[megamind]

Compromise. That was a hero word. But it also seemed to be a key boyfriend word, too and thus he had to learn it.

"Fine," he said. "I'll do that. But you have to go to Natasha and Re-L after. Promise you will?" He wants her to be safe-- but he doesn't want to be the one that roughs her up to get her there. It's just so-- anathema to everything they've established about each other.

[notpanicking]

"I promise I won''t make you turn me into hamburger meat, Megamind." She scoots closer to him, drawing her legs on the bed.

"Fix me up?"

[megamind]

Sighing heavily, Megamind reached for her-- gauze in one hand and some sterilizer wipes in the other.

"This," he said, "is going to sting a bit."

And it did. More than a little. It was going to take time to baby every cut and abrasion, every little bruise that his mind demanded they see to. But his touch was deft and his hand was-- well, after the first flinch or three, more certain than it had been.

"Is it because we're-- ah, together? Is that why you want me to teach you?" he asks, as they work through it. "I-- just don't understand. I'm used to fighting knowing I'm going to lose. I mean, I learned--to fight. I did. I just--"

Don't like it. No, scratch that. He loved it. The chaos of the fray, the adrenaline, each bone jarring hit, whether he delivered it or recieved it. It was all part of the game. He did love, on some level, getting his butt kicked. Not the loss, but the combat junkie adrenaline, the thrill of the risk --

--but he couldn't translate that into teaching her. Didn't want to, certainly. He knew that it was probably abnormal behavior, even if he didn't know if it was for his people or not. For all he knew, on his home world kids had signed up for MMA at age six.

[notpanicking]

"Mostly, yes. Part of it is stubbornness at you telling me no. I mean, think about it -- you've been telling me no for years. 'Megamind, can we reschedule? It's my mothers birthday.' 'NO! Villainy waits for no one!' 'Megamind, can you at least wash the bag?' 'NO! Your comfort isn't my concern.' Things like that. So..."

She shrugs, looking a little embarrassed. "Part of it was just...getting you to say yes."

Even if he didn't want to.

[megamind]

Properly chastised for his past selfishness, Megamind's eyes drop, as he fidgets with the gauze and hydrogen peroxide.

"So you wanted to see if -- would go outside my comfort zone for you?" he asked, as he dabbed at a scrape. "Testing me?" He didn't know how that worked; but then, he'd never done this before. It was all new territory, and every time he did something, he wondered if it was the right thing to do.

[notpanicking]

"A bit, yes."

She winced at the dab, but doesn't jerk away.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed so hard when all I really wanted was just a compromise."

[megamind]

"Well, lesson learned. More painfully for you, than me. Is this a 'cutting one's nose to spite one's own face' moments? I've never really understood that adage." Wounds cleaned under his touch, Megamind is light about things -- careful and gentle and kind.

And then he sighs. IT's as done with it as he cn get. Couple of bits of gauze tapped in place, some bandaids for her knuckles, and-- well, that's the best he can do.

[notpanicking]

"As long as we've both walked away with something, I can live with a few bruises." She smiles at him, though she winces soon after.

"...Thanks. For...bending a little, and patching me up, too."

[megamind]

He just-- looks at her with those big, wide eyes, obviously uncomfortable with her pain. It's just something he's never been after.

"I'm going to -- go get us something to drink," he says. "Stay put. I'll take the supplie we didn't use back as well." More likely, he needed some space, and-- way from her roughed up face.

He didn't realize caring about someone would-- lead to feeling like this, to have his chest tight and his heart clench at the thought of their pain...

[notpanicking]

"Sure." She smiles, but it evaporates as soon as he leaves the room. She leans back and gets comfortable on the bed and sighs, pressing her hand to her forehead as she waits.

[megamind]

Megamind takes his time.

It' not on purpose, not really-- but he has to get away and think. So he takes things back, then swings by the kitchen and gets sodas from the fridge (he has no idea what they are, but they seem to be carbonated beverages that aren't liquor, so-- hey, roll of the dice) before he takes his time getting back from there.

Sadly, he has no personal answers for anything by the time he's back, and give up on it for now. He isn't anymore prepared to deal with empathy now then when he left her. Empathy's a little bit scary.

"Here you are," he says, offering a bottle.

[notpanicking]

The wait was excruciating. She didn't know how long he was going to take and the longer she sat, the worse she felt about everything. It had been -- a dumb thing to do, hadn't it?

Damn her impulsiveness. It had gotten her into trouble more often than not.

"...Thanks." She takes it, looking down at it for a moment before twisting the top off.

"I'm sorry."

[megamind]

Megamind was a master of impulse action; he knew very well what it could get you -- and where it could land you. It was a problem for him, and lead to huge screw ups. But he knew it was a problem for her too, and-- couldn't really cast any rocks while living in this particular glass house.

"It's okay," he says. "We'll just-- go forward. With no beatings from Kara Thrace."

[notpanicking]

She smiles lightly at him, and takes a sip.

"Sounds like a deal." No more beatings, and a little more give. She could work with that.