Safe If We Stand Close Together (Series)
by setepenre_set
Megamind/Incomplete/Works: 7 Words: 43,179
AU. Roxanne attends âLil Gifted School.
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This series has everything youâd want in this AU: length, friendship, hurt/comfort, alien culture, justice, friendship ⌠seriously, go read it.
Safe If We Stand Close Together (Series)
by setepenre_set
Megamind/Incomplete/Works: 7 Words: 43,179
AU. Roxanne attends âLil Gifted School.
//
This series has everything youâd want in this AU: length, friendship, hurt/comfort, alien culture, justice, friendship ⌠seriously, go read it.
Ok so iâve been watching Megamind for like 15 times in 4 days now and i started to think about somethingâŚ
So as we all know cute little Mega was left out at shool and thatâs why he decided that it must be his destiny to be evil
But!
What if Roxanne would have went to the same school as he did and what if they would have been friends? Maybe even went to high school and college together, went to prom and had there first kiss? How would he have turned out to be? Would he still be evil and Roxy his evil Queen or would he be nice and sweet and never thought about turning evil?
This⌠just this kept me awake at night latly and i want to know what you think.
âIt really looks like the constellation?â Roxanne, holding the hem of her shirt up a few inches and pushing the waistband of her jeans down slightly, peers down at the group of freckles on her hip.
Roxanne lets go of her shirt and her jeans and sits down at the kitchen table with Syx, pulling her feet up to sit on them. Her hair is still wet from the pool, and she felt a little cold in her motherâs air conditioned apartment. She wishes her dad had stopped and gotten them hot chocolate on the way back from taking the two of them to the pool, but heâd gotten a phone call and had to rush off to the office. Heâd cut their time at the pool short, actually, dropping Roxanne and Syx off at her motherâs early; Roxanneâs mother isnât even home yet.
Roxanne pushes aside her annoyance with her dad, focuses on Syx. Theyâd been at the pool still, sitting on the edge of it together, dangling their feet in the water, when heâd glanced down at her hip and made a surprised kind of face.
Roxanne had looked down at herself a little self-consciously.
(she really isnât sure about this new two piece bathing suit; when theyâd been in the department store, shopping for her swimsuit, her mother had said she could get a two piece since sheâs turning twelve this yearâso it had seemed to Roxanne like maybe that meant she should get a two piece since sheâs turning twelve this year, butâ)
Looking down, though, she hadnât seen anything wrong with her swimsuit or her skinâsheâd asked Syx what he was staring at and heâd looked up, with a bright and excited smile, and told her that the group of freckles on her hip were arranged in the shape of a constellation from the skies of his planet.
âWhat did you say it was called?â she asks Syx, now.
âAlte-re,â Syx says.
âAnd sheâs a goddess?â
âThe goddess,â Syx says. âThe best one! The queen of the stars. Sheâs the ruler of the pan-thay-on!â
âPantheon,â Roxanne says.
âPan-the-on,â Syx repeats, âyes.â
âWhat are the rest of them?â
âOh, thereâs lots and lots!â Syx says, âKhel-tekâs the goddess of the sunâsheâs Alte-reâs sister, and Malir-tek is the fertility deity, and Ivri-roh is married to Alte-reââ
âIvri-roh?â Roxanne repeats the name. âWhatâs he the god of?â
âThatâsââ Syx frowns, tilting his head, ââno, Ivri-roh wasnât a he.â
âIvri-rohâs a goddess, too?â Roxanne asks, surprised and a little fascinated.
ââno,â Syx says, still frowning, âNotâIvri-roh isâisââ he gestures, a sharp, quick motion, and makes a noise of frustration. âThis language is unsatisfactory. There arenât enough words.â
âSoâIvri-roh wasnât a he,â Roxanne says, âandâIvri-roh wasnât a she, either? HowâŚâ
She bites her lip, trying to understand, wanting to understand, needingâ
(unsatisfactory, Syx says about her language. not enough)
(RoxanneâRoxanne doesnât ever want to be not enough, doesnât ever wantâdoesnât ever want Syx to look at her and think unsatisfactory)
âIsâisâIvri-rohâboth?â she asks hesitantly. âLikeâswitching back and forth? Like Loki in Norse mythology?â
âYesânoââ Syx says. He makes a face. âNoâIâno. Malir-tek is both. But not switching; Malir-tek is both at the same time. Which isâŚoh.â
He trails of, blinking, looking surprised. Roxanne looks at him questioningly.
âWeâve spoken before,â he says, âabout how gendered clothing wonât be appropriate for me until adolescence, yes?â
Roxanne nodsâSyx only stopped wearing jumpsuits last year, and he still doesnât wear anything thatâs actually totally boy clothing. All of the pants and shirts he has are things that Roxanne might wear herself.
âIâveâIâve never actually explained why, though, have I?â Syx says.
Roxanne tilts her head. Explained why? She always assumed it was justâ
âIsnât it just, like, a maturity thing?â she asks, âLike howââ
(like how she had a two-piece bathing suit now that she was turning twelve)
ââlike how miniskirts arenât okay until youâre a teenager?â she finishes.
âNotâexactly,â Syx says. He shakes his head. âIâI canât believe I never explained this to you! Itâs such aâI wonât pick my real name until then, too; you know that, because names are something you choose?â
âRight,â Roxanne says, nodding. Theyâve definitely talked about that before.
âGender is something you choose, too,â Syx says.
Roxanne stares at him.
âYou choose your gender?â she asks. âButâI meanâyouâre a boy. Arenât you?â
âNot technically?â Syx says. âI mean, yes, my documentation says that, and thatâs how people refer to me, and humans tend to default to male anyway, so itâs easier to go with it, but Iâm not actually anything; I wonât be anything until I get older and decide.â
Roxanne stares at him some more.
âButâbut how does that work?â she says finally, âI meanââ she waves a hand vaguely at him, feeling herself blush, âyou knowâhow does itâworkâphysically?â
âOh!â Syx says, looking a little embarrassed, too, as he catches her meaning. âWellâafter you choose, there are certain foods that you eat to catalyze the, um, the proper hormone production and your body sort ofâdevelops. Theâsecondary sex characteristics,â he finishes rather quickly. âSo you get, um. breasts-or-facial-hair-or-both. Both is also a possibility. Which is what Malir-tek is.â
ââboth,â Roxanne saysâ
Right, yes, they wereâtalking about the Mâega godsâ
(Syx isnâtâSyx isnât a boy? Syxâ)
ââbut Ivri-roh isnât both,â Roxanne says, wrenching her thoughts back to their mythology discussion.
âExactly!â Syx says, âIvri-roh isââ he gestures, one-handed, looking more comfortable now as he settles into the explanation. âAll rightâso there were three genders you could choose when you got old enough, but there was actually a fourth choice; you just sort ofâwerenât supposed to choose it. But it was where you donât eat any of the catalysts and you donât develop any identifying gender characteristics. So youâre still neither, even though youâre an adult. Ivri-roh is that.â
ââone of your gods was that, but you werenât allowed to be that?â Roxanne asks, frowning. âThat doesnâtââ
âYou were allowed to choose it,â Syx says, waving a hand at her, âit was justâconsidered weird. Also Ivri-roh is the god of the ocean. Which is the answer to your original question.â
âOh,â Roxanne says.
Yesâof course, theâthe ocean. Sheâd wanted to knowâ
ââbut what about everything else?â she blurts out.
Syx tips his head inquiringly.
âEverything else?â
âEverythingââ her face burning, Roxanne gestures at him again, more vaguely, but with greater emphasis. âYou know. The rest of theâphysicalâtheâwhat about the primary sex characteristics?â she finishes desperately. âHowâwhatâeverything just grows? Justâeverything? Doesnât that hurt? How can that be possible?â
âOh!â Syx says, eyes widening in understanding, âoh, youâre thinkingâno, no, the actual reproductive organs donât actually really differ across the sexes! The function differs, and the organs do mature and change during puberty, but notânot quite as dramatically and painfully as I think youâre imagining.â
Roxanne stares at him, her eyes very wide.
ââthe same for all the sexes?â she says. âReproductive organs areâthe same for all the sexes?â
âYes,â Syx says, ânot like humans. Much less sexual dimorphism.â
Not likeâbut thenâbut then howâwhatâ?
Roxanne flushes deeply.
Syx, watching her face, tilts his head.
âDid you have another question?â he asks, a mischievous smile beginning to curve his lips.
âNo!â
âAre you sure?â Syx says, voice sing-song and angelic, a wicked glint in his eye. âAre you sure you don’t have another question, Roxanne?â
âNo! Stop it!â
âYouâre not sure you donât have another question?â Syx says teasingly.
âStop it!â
âBecause you look like you might have another questionââ Syx says, grinning at her.
âI want to know what the reproductive organs look like!â Roxanne bursts out, âObviously! Ugh, stop laughing! I was trying to be considerate!â
(sheâs laughing now, too, though, even though her face feels like itâs on fire)
Syx is still laughing; Roxanne uncurls one leg from underneath herself to kick him in the ankle.
âWhy would you make me ask if you already knew the question, you jerk?â
âI wanted to see how long you could keep from asking,â Syx says, snickering.
âYouâre evil; so evil!â she says. âWhy are you so evil!â
He makes an affectionate hissing noise at her and Roxanne makes a face at him. He grins.
âHand me a pen and a piece of paper,â he says, âIâll draw you a diagram.â
…to be continued.
Happy Day 13 of my Birthday Fic Month! This is also day two of the tumblr Valentines’ Day week; the prompt used for this was ‘cultural differences’.
And thank you all so much for the birthday wishes on my actual birthday yesterday; they made me very happy!
Ah! I never got the feeling that they were possibly an item from your other fics (or Iâm dumb) what made you choose to do that? Love it!
Len and the Warden being possibly an item is actually one of the first things that I decided when I came up with Dr. Kelley! But I tried to keep the hints very subtle up until now, because Len is very nervous and prickly about it.
Which– is not without reason. When Megamindâs pod crash-landed on earth, it would have been around 1980, and homosexuality was still classified as a mental disorder in the united states. It wasnât declassified until 1987. The AIDS crisis, moral panic; this was not a good time to be queer in the US.
In Code: Safeword, we hear that Len didnât want the two of them to try adopting Megamind because he was afraid people would thinkthey were queer and use that as an excuse to take Megamind away from them, which was a reasonable fear at that time.Â
Made more reasonable by the fact that they are, in fact, queer. The Warden is gay, and Len is bisexual–his ex-wife actually divorced him because she found out that heâs bisexual.Â
Which probably doesnât help his general state of not trusting people especially in relation to them knowing that heâs queer.
Itâs early winter, and Sir is ten, when he asks.
The change of the seasons from autumn to winter is alwaysâdifficult for Sir, Minion knows. Sir gets quieter, then, and sadder. Minion isnât sure how much of that is because of the cold and the lack of sunlight, and how much is because the memories of Mâega and its destruction are stronger for Sir at that time of year.
âMinion,â Sir says uncertainly, and then stops.
The two of them are sitting on Sirâs bed; Minion is working on homework, and Sir has been reading. He puts the book down now, though, and looks down at his hands.
âSir?â
âWhat Roxanne was wearing today,â Sir says. He picks at a loose thread on the bedsheets. âThe sweater with the stars, and theâcorduroy trousers, with theâraised line textureâŚâ
âSir?â Minion says again.
ââI liked that,â Sir says.
He looks up at Minion, who frowns slightly, and gives Sir a quizzical look.
Sir bites his lip.
âMinion,â he says, âdo you thinkâwould it be bad if Iâif I wanted to wear something like that? Now, I mean, before theâadolescence choice time?â
Minion blinks, surprised.
âOh,â he says.
âI donât want toâto forget about Mâega,â Syx says wretchedly, âorâsay it wasnât important, or do things wrong but Iââ
âOh, Sir,â Minion says.
Sir looks down at his hands, at the loose thread, again.
âNo, I donât think it would be bad.â
ââŚeven though I want to wear human clothes?â Sir asks in a small voice, without looking up.
âSir,â Minion says gently, âI hate to break it to you, but youâre already wearing human clothes.â
âOh, you know what I mean!â Sir bursts out, looking up and gesturing at Minion. âClothes likeâlike normal humans wear, clothes that look less likeââ he plucks at the orange prison jumpsuit heâs wearing, ââthis, less like what Iâd be wearing on Mâega! Donât you think thatâs bad?â
Minion reaches out the hand of his robotic body and places it on Sirâs shoulder. He sighs, looking at Sirâs bowed head and unhappy face.
âSir,â Minion says gently, âremembering Mâegaâit shouldnât be about making yourself unhappy. You enjoying things here isnât bad, Sir.â
ââŚare you sure?â he whispers.
âYes,â Minion says, voice firm.
Sir looks up at him again, tears in his eyes.
âThenâthen why do I feel like Iâm doing something bad?â he asks. âWhyâwhy do I feel like Iâm bad?â
Minion sighs.
âI donât know, Sir,â he says.
And he doesnât know; itâs really very frustrating, not knowing, not understanding. Minionâs mourning for their planet has never held the note of despair and guilt that Sirâs does.
Minion doesnât know if thatâs where this idea comes from, this idea of being bad that Sir returns to again and againâor if Sirâs periodic insistence that heâs bad stems from something other than grief. It comes back like a weed; sometimes Minion will hope itâs gone for good, only to find that they have to tear it out again.
âYouâre not bad, Sir,â Minion says firmly.
ââare you sure?â
âYes.â
Sir chews on his lip, for a moment, looking as if he might try to argue, but finally he nods.
ââokay,â he says.
âYou havenât done anything bad, Sir,â Minion says. âAnd weâll talk to Doctor and the Warden about the clothes tonight.â
âHere,â Doctor Kelley says, dumping a sweater into the shopping cart.
The Warden winces internally at the rather garish pattern of maroon, yellow, and green diamonds on the garment, but says nothing. Heâd had known how it would be when he convinced Lenard to help him shop for sweaters for Syx. John has pragmatically and quietly put a few sweaters of his own choice in the cart as wellâtasteful, simple, single-color ones, to make up for the ones that Lenâs chosen.
Len has the most extensive collection of violently hideous sweaters that John has ever seen; heâs always wearing them. Itâs why John had figured sweater shopping for Syx would be right up his alley, really. But Len has been twitchy and on-edge ever since they walked into the store.
John sighs.
Len isâdifficult. Hard to read. Frustrating. One minute John will think theyâre finally getting somewhere, and then the next Len will have retreated back into his shell of gruffness and sarcasm.
A woman with a cart goes past them, the wheels ratting. She briefly glances at Len and John as she goes by, and Len grimaces.
âI think we should pick out a few more,â John says. âFor Minion, too. And we havenât got one like the kid asked for. With the stars.â
Len makes an annoyed noise, but he doesnât argue.
Finding clothes to fit the large robotic body Minion uses most of the time now is even more difficult than finding clothes to fit Syxâthe collars of the clothes for Syx have to be wide enough to fit over his head, but for Minion, the collar has to be wide and the shoulders have to be extra broad as well. John and Len do manage to find a handful that should fit, though.
They find the sweater with stars on it, too, finally, although a complication immediately arises upon finding it, becauseâ
âThink itâs okay?â
âDo I think whatâs okay?â Len asks.
âThink we should still get the sweater?â John says.
âWe spent twenty minutes looking for the thing, and now you donât know if you wanna buy it?â
âWell,â John says, âit is from the girlsâ section.â
Len gives him a deeply unimpressed look.
âItâs a sweater.â
âYou donât think heâll have trouble at school about it?â
Len sighs, his shoulders drooping. He rubs a hand over his face.
âMaybe,â he says. âButâhell, John, you know what the kidâs like when heâs got his heart set on something. Do you wanna go back and tell him he canât have the one sweater he asked for? Just get him the damn sweater and let him be happy.â
John puts the star sweater in the cart.
âWorth the risk, then, you think,â he says. He gives Len a sidelong look, âhaving what you want. Being happy.â
Len goes very still. For a long moment, the two of them are silent, just looking at each other. The canned department store music plays faintly.
âYou want to let me buy you dinner after this?â John asks.
Lenâs breath hisses through his teeth.
âGod damn it, John,â he says. âWhy did you have to ask?â
John waits. The department store music plays on.
âYes,â Len snaps. âFine. Yes, all right, John.â
Len jerks the handle of the cart and begins to walk rapidly down the aisle. John follows.
âThis is a terrible idea; you do know that, donât you?â Len says, when John catches up with him.
âItâs a risk,â John says mildly.
Len gives a snort of laughter.
âDid you just compare me to a sweater?â he asks, and John can tell that heâs only trying to sound offended.
âYou like sweaters, Len,â John says.
Len shoots him a glare, but his lips are twitching like he wants to laugh. John hides a fond smile of his own, and follows Len to the checkout line.
the Safe If We Stand Close Together series will continue.
ALSO! So my birthday is on February 12th, and there is a Megamind Valentine’s Week event from the 12th to the 18th, and I wanted to write fic for both of those things…and then I got a bit carried away, so I’m going to do a BIRTHDAY FIC MONTH! And I’m going to post something for each of the 28 days of February 2018!
I am very excited, and I hope you are all excited, too!
I hope you all enjoyed this installment of the Safe If We Stand Close Together series!
Mom: What do you want for Christmas sweetie?
Me: Equality for all races and a better justice system
There arenât any guidelines for being best friends with an alien, no map key, no index, no safety instructions.
Roxanne tries, so very hard, to get it right in spite of this.
Syx and Roxanne linger outside the doorway of the classroom that day after school until everyone but Miss Anderson is gone.
As the last of their classmates disappears down the hallway, Roxanne glances over at Syx. He looks pale, but when his eyes meet hers, he nods.
Roxanne takes his hand and gives it a quick squeeze, then lets go of  him and ducks back into the classroom, leaving Syx hidden in the hall.
Miss Anderson is at her desk, sorting through papers; she looks up when Roxanne comes in.
âI just wanted,â Roxanne says, moving to Miss Andersonâs desk, âto say thank you. For letting Syx do the demonstration with the Read-Write today. At our old schoolâŚâ she trails off, making a face.
âYou both had a rather rough time of it there, it seems,â Miss Anderson says with a sympathetic smile.
âYes,â Roxanne says. âEspecially Syx. Miss Simmonsâshe didnât treat him like a person.â
Miss Anderson frowns, her head tilting slightly; she clearly doesnât completely understand.
âBecause he doesnât look human,â Roxanne says. âShe didnât treat him like a person because he doesnât look human. She called him âitâ.â
Miss Anderson sucks in a sharp breath, looking horrified. She shakes her headâa small movement, more an expression of abhorrence, rather than disbelief, Roxanne is pretty sure. For a small moment, her mouth works as though she might say something.
âAnd sheâs not the only one,â Roxanne says, before she can. âWhen Syx was little, a bunch of people from a government lab tried to get him classified as non-sentient.â
Miss Anderson looks pale, and rather as if she might be sick.
âThey said he was like a parrot,â Roxanne says. âSome kind ofâa trained animal. They made him take tests. There was a hearing and everything before the judge finally said he was sentient.â
âIâm so sorry,â Miss Anderson says faintly.
âYes,â Roxanne says. âWellâSyx did fine with the tests, of course, butâthatâs why Syx is so worried about his brother. Becauseâreading and stuff like that doesnât come easy to him, the way it does Syx, and what if he doesnât do so good on the tests?â
âOh,â Miss Anderson says, âbutâif Syx has already been classified as sentient, then surely his brotherââ
âTheyâre not blood relatives,â Roxanne says. âAnd he isnât the same species as Syx. He looks less like humans than Syx does. Thatâs why he doesnât go to school.â
ââIâm so sorry,“ Miss Anderson says again.
Roxanne swallows.
âYeah,â she says. âMe, too. They turned in his brotherâs sentience paperwork, but itâs going to take a while. And his brother really wants to go to school.â
Again, Miss Anderson seems to be trying to find the words to say. Syx, though, comes into the room now, just as he and Roxanne planned.
âRoxanne?â he says, hovering in the doorway. âThe bus is going to be leaving soon.â
âRight, sorry,â Roxanne says. She puts on her backpack and starts to walk to the door. âI was justâwe were talking about the Read-Write, and your brotherâs paperwork.â
(itâs important that Miss Anderson knows Roxanneâs not telling her this behind Syxâs back)
Syx makes a noise of understanding, and nods.
âI hope your brotherâs paperwork gets approved very soon, Syx,â Miss Anderson says. âI look forward to him joining us here at school.â
âYes,â Syx says, and bites his lip. âIf he does get to come to shâschoolâwould you let him use the Read-Write for class?â
Miss Anderson blinks.
âI certainly would,â she says slowly. âAndâyour brotherâŚit sounds as if he has some form of dyslexia? The Read-Write is an assistive technology device. Schools are legally required to allow students with disabilities to use their assistive technology devices.â
The sheer and utter relief on Syxâs face is almost painful to look at.
âThank you,â he breathes.
âYou really should patent the device, you know, Syx,â Miss Anderson says, âitâs quite amazing; Iâve never seen anything like it.â
Syx looks as if Roxanne could knock him over with a feather. She takes his hand; he glances down at their joined hands, then up at her face.
ââah!â he says, âIâyes, right; we shouldâthe busââ
Roxanne leads him to the door, and out into the hall.
âSo?â she says in an undertone. âThat went good, right?â
âYes,â Syx says dazedly. âYes, it did.â
Roxanne squeezes his hand. He gives a breathless kind of laugh, shakes his head, and squeezes back.
âPhase two of the plan tomorrow,â he says.
âIf Minion is ready,â Roxanne agrees as the very impatient bus driver motions them onto the bus.
âI wonder if you could adapt the Read-Write for other people,â Roxanne says thoughtfully, as the bus pulls out of the school driveway.
Syx looks at her questioningly.
âLikeâthe scan part of it, instead of having it in cursive, you could have it in bigger print, for people who have trouble seeing. Or if you added a voice to it, then it could read it out loud to youâŚâ
Syxâs face lights up.
âOooh, I like that!â he says. âWhat else?â
âOhââ Roxanne frowns, considering. âWell, you couldââ
The next day, Syxâs backpack looks very full again, and he puts it very carefully on his lap when he sits down next to Roxanne on the bus. Roxanne looks at him sharply and he nods.
She gulps, her stomach flipping over with nerves.
Syx tightens his hold on the backpack tightly. Roxanne puts her hand on top of his and takes a deep breath.
Okay.
Okay, they can do this.
They can do this.
Roxanneâs nerves wind themselves tighter and tighter; by the time the lunch bell rings, sheâs almost ready to scream. And if sheâs feeling like this, she canât imagine how Syx must feel.
The other kids file out the door and into the hall; Roxanne and Syx move aside into the Science Corner and wait for them to go. Miss Anderson, seeing them waiting, looks at them questioningly.
âMiss-Anderson-may-we-please-talk-to-you-about-something-important,â Syx says, words running together.
Miss Anderson blinks.
âYes, of course,â she says.
âIs it okay if I close the door?â Roxanne asks. âItâsâwe donât want anyone else to overhear.â
âAll right,â Miss Anderson says slowly.
Roxanne closes the door and goes back to stand beside Syx.
âYou remember we told you about Syxâs brother,â Roxanne says.
âOf course, yes,â Miss Anderson says.
Roxanne glances at Syx; heâs looking pale again, and clutching his backpack so tightly his knuckles have turned white.
âYou remember the first day of shool,â Syx says.
(he doesnât even try to pronounce the word correctly; Roxanne can tell heâs fighting simply to get the words out.)
âYou rememberâwhat you told me,â he says, voice tight, âabout show and tell.â
Roxanne shifts her weight so that sheâs closer to Syx, presses their shoulders together. He takes a quick, uneven breath and, like heâs tearing off a bandage, unzips his backpack.
âIâd like you to meet my brother,â he says. âMinion.â
Minion squints slightly when Syx takes his sphere out of the backpackâadjusting to the light after the darkness of being inside the bag. His eyes meet Roxanneâs, and she gives him the most reassuring smile she can. Minion turns towards Miss Anderson.
âumâhello,â he says, voice nervous. âItâs, uh, itâs nice to meet you.â
Miss Andersonâs eyes go very wide.
âOh,â she says faintly, âoh.â
She swallows hard, shakes her head.
ââand I assumed you were a pet,â she says, âI am so sorry.â
Minion flutters his fins in a surprised motion..
âOh,â he says. âThatâsâthank you?â
Syx puts his ball down on the desk.
âBut, really,â Minion says, âwe wereâI do pretend to be a pet mostly; we figured it would be safer, butââ
He hesitates, and rolls the ball so he can glance at Syx, who touches the tips of his fingers, quick and light, to the sphere. Then Minion looks again at Miss Anderson.
ââbut I want to stop doing that now,â he says. âI wantâI want to go to school with Sir and Miss Roxanne.â
This time, when he rolls the ball, itâs Roxanne Minion glances at. She touches her fingertips to the glass the same way Syx did.
âAnd we thought,â Roxanne says, âthat maybe you would help us make that happen.â
Miss Anderson swallows visibly, and then she nods.
âYes,â she says, âyes, of course, I will.â
Beside Roxanne, Syx lets out a shuddery breath, the tense line of his shoulders relaxing. Roxanne takes his hand and holds it tightly.
âOh,â he says, sounding near tears. âOh.â
He canât seem to say anything else.
Things do get a bitâmessyâafter that, but, then, they always knew that was going to happen if they used the plan.
Miss Anderson has Minion rest on her desk until the end of school, and then she asks Syx to stay after school. She doesnât ask Roxanne to stay, too, but she doesnât seem surprised when Roxanne does.
And then the phone calls startâfirst Miss Anderson calls the office and has the superintendent, principal, and the schoolâs special education teacher all come to her classroom, and then she calls the Warden and Dr. Kelley, and they both come down to the school.
The Warden is glowering and gnawing at his mustache, and Dr. Kelley looksâwell, Roxanne always thought that hopping mad was just a weird thing that people said, but Dr. Kelley looks mad enough to start hopping at any moment.
The adults all send Syx, Minion, and Roxanne out into the hall, close the door, and argue. Luckily, the classroom door is thin enough that when Roxanne tries to eavesdrop, this time sheâs able to hear some of it.
ââeven without citizenship and sentience documentationââ
ââlegally required not to share that information about our students, Dr. Kelley; theyâd have to have a warrantââ
ââcalled an Individualized Education Program; all children who receive special education willââ
ââwanting to speak to you concerning Syx as well; heâs very gifted; an IEP for him wouldââ
Roxanne doesnât hear who it is who decides to call her dad, and sheâs not completely sure if heâs there as her dad or as a lawyer.
By then, the whole thingâs gone on long enough that itâs almost time for Roxanneâs mother to be home from work, so Roxanneâs dad calls her, and she comes down to the school, too, and joins in theâby now very heatedâdiscussion. Roxanneâs still out in the hall with Syx and Minion, but they can all hear the upraised voices.
Eventually, itâs over, and the adults all come out into the hall. Roxanneâs mother takes her wrist in a very tight grip.
âDoes Minion get to go to school?â Roxanne blurts out, as he mother starts to walk quickly down the hall.
Her mother doesnât answer, so she glances back at the rest of them. She catches Miss Andersonâs eye, and Miss Anderson gives her a very small nod.
Roxanne grins and lets her mother pull her the rest of the way down the hallway.
Not even her motherâs angry lecture, after they get home, about respecting authority figures and not interfering with Syx and Minionâs parents, canât dampen Roxanneâs spirits. She doesnât even try to argue, but just lets her mother go on until sheâs finished.
Even when her mother insists that she write the Warden and Dr. Kelley each an apology note, Roxanne doesnât argue.
The notes she writes are as full of lies as the apology note her parents once made her write to Miss Simmons, but she writes them with a light heart.
The next day, Minion, wearing his robotic suit, stands at the front of the classroom and introduces himself.
Miss Anderson writes his name on the boardâin print, first, and then after that she writes it again in cursive.
And then Minion sits down at his own desk.
âIâm grounded for a month,â Roxanne tells Syx, grinning.
âOh, us, too!â Syx says happily, and Roxanne laughs.
Her mother drives her to the prison after she gets home from work, and marches Roxanne up to the Wardenâs office. She hovers angrily in the doorway as Roxanne hands the apology note to him.
His eyebrows go up when he takes it, and his mustache moves thoughtfully, as if he might speak. Finally, though, he just nods.
So Roxanne takes that as her cue to leave, and to let her mother march her down to Dr. Kelleyâs office.
Dr. Kelleyâs eyebrows snap down when he takes the letter, and he actually reads the whole thing in front of her.
Then he looks up at her, wearing that expression of sardonic amusement.
âYou,â he says, âdidnât mean a damn word of this, did you?â
Roxanne hesitates only a moment.
âNo,â she says honestly, âI didnât.â
Behind her, in the doorway, her mother makes an angry noise.
Dr. Kelley glowers at her silently for a long moment.
Then lips twitch, and, to Roxanneâs surprise, he suddenly bursts out laughing.
âOh, go away, you awful child!â Dr. Kelley covers his face with one hand and  waves her out the door.
After Roxanne, Syx, and Minion are all finally un-grounded, Roxanne helps Syx work on creating additional assistive technology features for the Read-Write.
When Syx patents it two months later, he puts her name down on the form as co-creator, and refuses to listen when she tries to convince him to take it off.
Minion does get one of those things the adults were talking about, an IEP. Heâs still able to stay in their classroom with them most of the time, but sometimes he goes to see the special education teacher for help with reading and writing. And heâs allowed to use the Read-Write, which really is helpful.
Syx gets one of the IEP things, too; him being allowed to work on other things after heâs finished with his classroom work is one of the things that gets written into his.
Minion is very popular with the other kidsâand with the parents of the other kids, too, although it usually takes the adults a little longer to get past the whole fish-and-prosthetic-suit thing than it did the kids.
A month after Minion joins their class, Gary tells them excitedly at lunch that his parents finally are going to let him be in special ed for math.
âThey said they didnât want me getting made fun of,â Gary says, waving a french fry, âbut I told them Minion is in special ed, and nobody makes fun of Minion!â
Gary and Minion also join a extra tutoring group for children with learning disabilities at the community center.
When Syx and Roxanne make several more Read-Writes with various experimental features, Minion gives them to the other members of the group so that they can test the devices and suggest improvements.
Minionâs sentience and citizenship paperwork is approved that summer.
Nobody even attempts to contest his sentience.
Roxanne, wearing a nice dress and new shoes that pinch her feet, sits beside Syx during the hearing, holding his hand tightly. When the judge signs the papers, they both jump to their feet excitedly, bouncing up and down and hugging each other.
âYes! Yes! Yes!â Roxanne says, as Syx laughs joyfully.
âSir! Miss Roxanne!â
Minion, robotic suit clanking, moves swiftly towards them, and the two of them pull him into the hug.
the end.
HAPPY DAY NINE OF MY NINE DAYS OF MEGAMIND!!! o<{}( :D~
A big thank you to @siadea for giving me information about special education (during the holidays too!)Â
Thank you for continuing to read, like, reblog, and comment; Iâm so glad to have you guys as my readers! I hope you enjoyed the conclusion to Safety Instructions Not Included!
The Safe If We Stand Close Together universe will continue! The next story in the series is the already-published Terms of Endearment. Following that will be a story called Changing Times (yet to be published as of 12/25/17). While waiting for that fic, you can re-read my story Given Names, which serves as a prequel to it (as well as to Code: Safeword)!
(I plan to continue the Safe If We Stand Close Together universe after that as well; my current outline has it going on through their high school years and into their first year in college!)
There arenât any guidelines for being best friends with an alien, no map key, no index, no safety instructions.
Roxanne tries, so very hard, to get it right in spite of this.
They donât put the plan into effect right away; even Minion sees the necessity of making sure heâs reading first. And he seems calmer, now that they do have a definite plan.
The next weekend, Roxanne goes over to the prison every day and they work on Minionâs reading. Heâs progressed during the week; Syx goes through the alphabet formations ten times on Friday after school, and Minion doesnât miss a single letter.
Syx wants to move on to spelling out words for Minion to read in the tank, but Roxanne says theyâd better make sure Minion can write the letters, too.
Using a pencil throws Minion off; he says itâs the âshort dry strokesâ that confuse and distract him. He has better luck when he switches to a pen; and even better luck when Syx gives him a paintbrush and paint. The fluidity of the movements with the paintbrush makes it easier for him to focus.
Syx included the letter blends in his swimming alphabetâch, th, sh, and so onâhe really is right; they do make their own unique sounds distinct from their component letters. Roxanne remembers learning how to read, how hard the letter blends were to understand. Minion definitely catches on to them much faster this way, because he sees âchâ as a pattern completely distinct from âcâ and âhâ.
They move on to Syx swimming simple words for Minion the next day; Minion catches onto that impressively quickly. When Syx comes out of the tank, though, and they try having Minion read the same simple words from a written page, Minion is unable to do it. He says, frustrated, that the letters stay too still on the pageâlike theyâre deadâis how he puts it.
None of them can think of a way around it, so on Sunday, Syx swims numbers for Minion, instead of trying reading again.
Minion doesnât actually have trouble with the math part of math at all; the only thing he struggles with is reading out the numbers themselves.
âMinionâs excellent at math,â Syx says, âIf you say a problem out loud, he comes up with the answer quickly, and heâs really fantastic at geometry; he has amazing spatial awareness!â
âSwimming in schools,â Minion says, with a gesture of his fins, âand in open water. You have to.â
Roxanne makes an impressed noise.
Their next weekend, they work on cursive; Minion picks up cursive quicker and easier than print because of the way the letters all flow together in cursive.
He writes it fairly easily and is able to read it, although slowly and very uncertainly.
Interestingly, he actually tends to read words better as Syx and Roxanne are writing them, rather than after theyâve finished writing. He says the words are more alive that way.
On Monday, Syx gets on the bus with an unusually full backpack and an excited gleam in his eye.
âNew invention?â Roxanne asks, as soon as he sits down.
He grins at her.
âYes,â he says, âand itâs brilliant! Iâll show you in the science corner when we get to shool!â
Theyâve moved on to chapter books in reading class; theyâre reading a book called The Witches together. Miss Anderson has them read paragraphs out loud in turn each day, and then they fill out a worksheet by themselves to make sure theyâve understood the chapter. After everyoneâs finished with their worksheets, Miss Anderson leads them in a discussion about the chapter, going over the answers to the worksheet questions.
Syx finishes the worksheet first today, of course; when Roxanne, finishing second, turns her worksheet over and goes to the science corner, heâs already there and has gotten the new invention out of his backpack.
It looks a little bit like a computer, but only a little bit. Itâs much smaller and lighterâbasically just a keyboard attached to a screen, with a few strange instruments wired to the keyboard. The keyboard is different from a normal keyboard; itâs black instead of grayish white, the keys are bigger than normal keys, and the letters on them are written in cursive, with extra keys for each of the letter blends.
âWhat is it?â Roxanne asks, careful to keep her voice down so Miss Anderson wonât think theyâre being too distracting to the other kids.
âI donât have a name for it yet,â Syx whispers back, âbut itâs for Minion! To help him read and write. Look!â
He presses the power button and the screen lights up, blank and white. The keys light up, too, their letters starting to glowâbut the glow moves on each key, brightness following the outline of the letters.
âWriting them!â Roxanne says, understanding hitting her, âSo the letters arenât dead for him!â
Syx types, pressing the glowing keys quickly, letters appearing on the screen in cursive:
exactly
âAnd watchââ Syx says.
A clipboard is mounted to the right side of the keyboard, with extra clips added on each side of the board, and on the bottom of the board. Syx takes a notebook from his backpack, tears out a blank sheet of notebook paper and clips the paper into place on the clipboard.
Thereâs something almost like a little folded arm on the right side of the keyboard, too; Syx unfolds this. It terminates in a kind of metal grip; Syx puts a pencil in this and tightens it so that itâs held securely in place.
On the left side of the computer, a thin black thing thatâs shaped like a paintbrush is plugged into the keyboard; Syx picks it up and presses a button on the brush-less end.
Roxanne jumps a little in surprise as the metal arm moves, turning the pencil point-down and placing it at the top of the page, against the paper, as if poised to write.
Using the paintbrush thing, Syx writes in cursive on the screen:
you can write in cursive here and it appears in print on the paper.
Roxanne gasps, delighted, as the metal arm moves, writing the words in print on the sheet of notepaper.
Syx taps the paintbrush on the top edge of the screen, as if itâs a magic wand, and the letters on the cursive side begin to glow and move like the letters on the keyboard, glow following each word in turn. He reaches up to the screen and wipes out the word âandâ with the tip of his finger. On the screen, the word disappears as if his fingertip is an eraser.
The metal arm moves up, turns the pencil around so that the eraser is pointed down, moves to the word âandâ on the page, and erases it in three firm strokes. Then it moves up, spins again, so that the lead tip is downwards again.
Syx rewrites the word âandâ in its place on the screen again, and the metal arm rewrites the word on the page in print. Then he moves down on the screen and writes:
You see?
On the notepage, the metal arm writes the same thing in print.
âThatâs amazing,â Roxanne breathes.
Syx looks at her sidelong, a small smile starting to curl the edges of his mouth.
Then he clicks the paintbrush again.
This time when he moves the paintbrush over the screen, he writes in cursive:
And look what else it can do!
The metal arm writes the same thing on the next line of the notepaper in cursive, too.
Roxanne gives a breathless laugh of amazement and Syx, really smiling now, clicks the paintbrush once more and sets it down.
âItâs in his handwriting, too!â he says, âEven the print! I had him write the letters for me and programmed the shapes into it!â
He takes the pencil from the metal arm and folds the arm down.
âAnd it does one more thing,â he says. âHand me a book!â
Roxanne hands him the extra copy of The Witches that Miss Anderson keeps on her bookshelf. He opens it to the first page, then picks up the last of the mysterious instruments wired to the keyboard.
This instrument looks like one of the price scanner guns that they use at the grocery store. He aims this at the first page of the book and presses the trigger.
Thereâs a quiet click, and then the words of the books first page start slowly to appear on the screen in cursive, as if someoneâs writing them.
A Note About Witches: In fairy-tales, witches always wear silly black hats and black cloaks, and theyâŚ
Syx puts down the scanner and looks at Roxanne.
âWhat do you think?â he asks.
Roxanne, grinning, puts her hands on his shoulders and gives him a light, delighted shake.
âItâs fantastic!â she says, hugging him quickly. âSyx, youâre so smart; youâre a genius! Has Minion tried it out yet?â
âNot yet,â Syx says, grinning widely at her. âI just finished it this morning and I wanted to show it to you. Weâre going to test it out when I get back home today!â
âI wish I could be there,â Roxanne says.
âSo do I,â he says. âReally, thoughâyou think itâs going to be useful?â
âDefinitely,â Roxanne says.
âDo you think I should change anything?â
âIââ Roxanne pauses, thinking.
âYouâll need to add a way,â she says, âto adjust the speed of the words when heâs using it to read. He might need it slower for now, and later heâll be able to read faster.â
âOooh, yes,â Syx says, âspeed adjustment; I hadnât thought of that!â
He begins to pack the device away again into his backpack.
âThe Read-Write,â Roxanne says suddenly.
Syx, zipping his backpack, looks at her inquiringly.
âThatâs what you should call it,â she says.
âThe Read-Write,â Syx says, eyes lighting up as he gets the pun. âThe Read-Right; ahahaha, yes! I love it!â
Roxanne laughs, too.
âAll right, class,â Miss Anderson says, âis everyone finished with their worksheets?â
Syx and Roxanne go to sit again at their desks, and join in the discussion.
Afterwards, as theyâre getting out their social studies books, one of the other kids, Dwayne, raises his hand.
âDwayne?â Miss Anderson says.
âCan Syx and Roxanne show us the thing they were using?â
Roxanne glances over at Syx; heâs wide-eyed with surprise, looking at Dwayne.
âSyx?â Miss Anderson says. âRoxanne? Would you like to give the class a demonstration?â
Syxâs eyes go even wider as he looks at Miss Anderson. Roxanne looks at her, too; sheâs smiling.
Roxanne glances back at Syx, whoâs already looking at her, a question in his eyes. She nods decisively.
This wasnât originally in her plan, but it will definitely be useful.
âUm,â Syx says, âyes. Iâyouâll all be able to see easier if everyone comes over to the science corner?â
He glances uncertainly at Miss Anderson, who nods encouragingly at him.
Roxanne and Syx lead the way over to the table in the science corner and Syx starts to set the device back up again.
âThis is the Read-Write,â Roxanne says, raising her voice slightly so that everyone can hear. âSyx made it. Itâs for hisââ
She hesitates, looking over at Syx, not sure what relationship word approximation he would prefer to use.
âBrother,â he says, looking at Miss Anderson. âItâs for my brother.â
âHe has trouble reading and writing,â Roxanne says, âSyx made the Read-Write to help him.â
âHe understands movement best,â Syx says, warming to his theme, beginning to gesture excitedly. âWe figured out that he can understand written language if the letters and words appear as movements, rather than static, unmoving symbols!â
He turns on the Read-Write with a flourish.
âYou see?â he says, pointing to the glowing keys. âMovements!â
âWhy are the letters cursive?â Gary asks.
âCursive is clearer for him than print,â Syx says. âThe movement is more fluid; it feels more natural to him that way. Nowââ he begins to set up the arm of the Read-Write again, putting a pencil into the grip, ââIâll show you how it works.â
Everyone seems really interested in the Read-Write, Miss Anderson included. They all lean forward to watch as Syx continues the demonstration, answering their questions, explaining things. Roxanne helps, jumping in from time to time to break Syxâs explanations down into simpler words when they get too complicated for their classmates to understand.
Syx gets more confident as the demonstration goes on, his gestures and expressions growing gradually more and more animated, until heâs practically glowing with happiness, his hands dancing in the air as he talks.
Roxanne, watching him, smiles so hard that her face hurts.
…to be continued.
HAPPY DAY EIGHT OF MY NINE DAYS OF MEGAMIND! Thank you all for continuing to read, like, reblog, and comment; it makes me so happy. I hope the new chapter makes you happy, too!