WIP
Title: Never Gonna Be Alone
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-16, Just in case.
Pairings: MegamindxRoxanne
Notes: This is a WIP and will likely contain sexual situations or at least references to such things.
Roxanne had, by all rights, lived a number of years longer than she probably had any right to. Her entire life had been filled to the brim with heart attack inducing excitement, one thrill ride after another chasing after her without mercy. Whether it was multiple kidnappings (numbering somewhere along the lines of approximately 700), standing directly in the crossfire of dangerous downtown battles with microphone in hand, debris falling all around her as she dutifully reported the latest disturbance in the city’s peace, or chasing down a story sixteen blocks in stiletto heels, Roxanne knew that without a doubt she should have been dead by fifty.
Except she wasn’t. Instead, Roxanne was very much alive and currently hunched over the bathroom sink, vigorously brushing her teeth and blinking back tears that she only managed to hide by splashing her cheeks as she pretended to wash her face.
“-battery cells really ought to hold out on the power pack, I think that if I have Minion configure some of the settings, I can get it to last up to fifteen times longer than it does right now, and-“ The speaker paused and her husband scrutinized her carefully, acidic green eyes boring in the back of her skull accusingly.
“Roxanne.”
She hiccupped and buried her face back into the sink, muffling her sob with running water.
“Roxanne.” Megamind repeated himself, fingers clenching nervously around his own bright yellow toothbrush as he stared carefully at the woman that was currently falling to pieces for some unknown reason over their shared bathroom sink. “What is it? Have I done something wrong?”
“No.” Her words were slightly garbled from the water. “No, you haven’t.” With a flick of her wrist, Roxanne turned off the sink and snatched her towel off the rack and viciously rubbed at her face.
“Then…then what’s wrong?” He asked helplessly as he reached to tug the towel from her trembling hands. She let the towel fall away from her hands and looked away.
“I’m old.” She told the wall quietly. “I’m getting old. And that’s…that’s not necessarily a bad thing in most cases, Megamind - but--” She took a shuddering breath. “We never had children and now I’m too old, and…” And I’m slowly dying, day by day, while you never seem to age.
He frowned at her.
“You aren’t old, Roxanne. That’s ridiculous.” She snorted.
“Of course you would think that. You don’t look a day over thirty-five, Megamind. We’re only a few years apart but…” She leaned to stare at her reflection, raising her hand to touch her cheek, the corners of her eyes. Laugh lines, from fifteen wonderful years. Hair that was still a thick, lush brown that was slowly beginning to streak with grey. She looked good for fifty, but there was no denying the fact that she was aging.
“Roxanne, you’re beautiful.” He murmured, lifting his arms to encircle her waist and pull her too him, resting his cheek against her hair.
“That isn’t the point.”
“Then what is? I want to understand, Roxanne, but I can’t do anything if you don’t talk to me.”
That silenced her for a few moments as she waded knee deep through thick, mud-like thoughts.
“I’m going to die.” She quickly modified her statement as she saw the look on his face change from confusion to horror. “Not anytime soon, God willing - but I’d say probably in the next…thirty years? I’m going to keep getting older, continue to age, and I’m going to die. And…and you don’t seem to age, like - at all. You still look the same as you did the day we got married, and that’s - that’s great, seriously, it is! But I don’t, and that means I’m going to keep getting older and older and older until I’m a broken, withered old lady that you have to deal with and wheel around. I won’t be able to do anything and…it isn’t fair to you, to have to put up with me like that.” She took a deep breath. His hands around her twitched with a desire to pull her closer, but he remained still, waiting until she was finished.
“I think in situations like this, I’m supposed to tell you that if and when that happens, you should move on. You should move on and be happy, because you’re this fantastic, amazing person that deserves so much - but I can’t. I can’t, because I’m a selfish, cruel person that wants to keep you to myself and…and grow old with you instead of before you.
"I don’t…want you to see that happen to me, but I can’t bring myself to want you to leave me because of it, either.”
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG-16, Just in case.
Pairings: MegamindxRoxanne
Notes: This is a WIP and will likely contain sexual situations or at least references to such things.
Roxanne had, by all rights, lived a number of years longer than she probably had any right to. Her entire life had been filled to the brim with heart attack inducing excitement, one thrill ride after another chasing after her without mercy. Whether it was multiple kidnappings (numbering somewhere along the lines of approximately 700), standing directly in the crossfire of dangerous downtown battles with microphone in hand, debris falling all around her as she dutifully reported the latest disturbance in the city’s peace, or chasing down a story sixteen blocks in stiletto heels, Roxanne knew that without a doubt she should have been dead by fifty.
Except she wasn’t. Instead, Roxanne was very much alive and currently hunched over the bathroom sink, vigorously brushing her teeth and blinking back tears that she only managed to hide by splashing her cheeks as she pretended to wash her face.
“-battery cells really ought to hold out on the power pack, I think that if I have Minion configure some of the settings, I can get it to last up to fifteen times longer than it does right now, and-“ The speaker paused and her husband scrutinized her carefully, acidic green eyes boring in the back of her skull accusingly.
“Roxanne.”
She hiccupped and buried her face back into the sink, muffling her sob with running water.
“Roxanne.” Megamind repeated himself, fingers clenching nervously around his own bright yellow toothbrush as he stared carefully at the woman that was currently falling to pieces for some unknown reason over their shared bathroom sink. “What is it? Have I done something wrong?”
“No.” Her words were slightly garbled from the water. “No, you haven’t.” With a flick of her wrist, Roxanne turned off the sink and snatched her towel off the rack and viciously rubbed at her face.
“Then…then what’s wrong?” He asked helplessly as he reached to tug the towel from her trembling hands. She let the towel fall away from her hands and looked away.
“I’m old.” She told the wall quietly. “I’m getting old. And that’s…that’s not necessarily a bad thing in most cases, Megamind - but--” She took a shuddering breath. “We never had children and now I’m too old, and…” And I’m slowly dying, day by day, while you never seem to age.
He frowned at her.
“You aren’t old, Roxanne. That’s ridiculous.” She snorted.
“Of course you would think that. You don’t look a day over thirty-five, Megamind. We’re only a few years apart but…” She leaned to stare at her reflection, raising her hand to touch her cheek, the corners of her eyes. Laugh lines, from fifteen wonderful years. Hair that was still a thick, lush brown that was slowly beginning to streak with grey. She looked good for fifty, but there was no denying the fact that she was aging.
“Roxanne, you’re beautiful.” He murmured, lifting his arms to encircle her waist and pull her too him, resting his cheek against her hair.
“That isn’t the point.”
“Then what is? I want to understand, Roxanne, but I can’t do anything if you don’t talk to me.”
That silenced her for a few moments as she waded knee deep through thick, mud-like thoughts.
“I’m going to die.” She quickly modified her statement as she saw the look on his face change from confusion to horror. “Not anytime soon, God willing - but I’d say probably in the next…thirty years? I’m going to keep getting older, continue to age, and I’m going to die. And…and you don’t seem to age, like - at all. You still look the same as you did the day we got married, and that’s - that’s great, seriously, it is! But I don’t, and that means I’m going to keep getting older and older and older until I’m a broken, withered old lady that you have to deal with and wheel around. I won’t be able to do anything and…it isn’t fair to you, to have to put up with me like that.” She took a deep breath. His hands around her twitched with a desire to pull her closer, but he remained still, waiting until she was finished.
“I think in situations like this, I’m supposed to tell you that if and when that happens, you should move on. You should move on and be happy, because you’re this fantastic, amazing person that deserves so much - but I can’t. I can’t, because I’m a selfish, cruel person that wants to keep you to myself and…and grow old with you instead of before you.
"I don’t…want you to see that happen to me, but I can’t bring myself to want you to leave me because of it, either.”