Summary: Three little kittens will stop at nothing to get a fairytale ending. After all, what does every little orphan want? A mother.
Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine but the idea. And one character.
All right. Once more: Northeast wall, count the windows. Fifth to the left, three up. Once inside, open the door at exactly 1:03:56 AM and take an immediate right. Go two doors and pause, then—
Gru winced, his careful planning interrupted by the shrill voices of his three daughters. Momentarily, his temper flared—didn't they know he was working? If he didn't memorize the schematics of the building he was preparing to infiltrate, all the work he had done in the past month would be for nothing. The mission would be a failure, the prize would not be his, and worse, he could get caught! Did the girls not understand the ramifications of such a notion? They would be sent straight back to the orphanage. That was not an option in his book.
"Dad?" Margo raised an eyebrow. Gru shook his head to clear it, forcing himself to pay attention to the three girls in front of him rather than his latest ingenious plan. They were always more demanding than usual when it rained, and it had been pouring for the past three days. A part of his brain longed to shove them out the door so they could get rid of some extra energy and he could get some peace and quiet.
"What is it?" He asked. "I was in the middle of planning something."
"Nuh uh!" Agnes said, pouting. "You were sleeping."
"I was not. I was planning my next—" Gru began to protest.
"Your eyes were closed." Edith pointed out flatly.
"Fine, whatever. What is it you want?" Gru asked again. The girls looked at each other, then Margo held out a slightly aged Polaroid photo.
"Who's this?" she asked. Gru took the photo curiously. He looked at it and froze, his heart thudding in his chest. A smiling girl in shorts and an oversized T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up pointed the fingers of her right hand at the camera like a gun. In her left hand, she held a paintbrush. An easel with a half-finished painting stood before her.
"She's so pretty!" Agnes crowed, pointing excitedly.
"Where did you find this?" Gru asked softly, not taking his eyes from the photograph.
"In a drawer, in the kitchen." Edith said. "We didn't find a can opener, though."
"It's not in the drawer, it's the little box-machine under the cabinets." Gru said absently.
"So? Who is she?" Margo asked again.
"Nobody. Don't snoop." Gru stood, handing the picture back to Margo. "I have much to do." He walked away, a distracted look on his face. Margo frowned, looking down at the picture.
"That was weird." Edith remarked. "He didn't even ask what we needed a can opener for."
"You guys, I think she's somebody important to him." Margo said, holding the picture out to her sisters. "We have to find out who she is!"
"Didn't Dad say not to snoop?" Agnes asked, the innocent voice of reason. Edith playfully pushed her head, causing the youngest girl to make a protesting noise.
"Don't be lame. This will be fun!" she replied. Then she frowned, turning to Margo. "But wait, all we have to go on is a crummy picture. We don't even have a name."
"But we do have a supervillain computer database. Come on!" Margo took off for the lab, Edith on her heels, excited to be part of her older sister's rare moments of deviation.
Agnes watched her sisters run off, then looked in the direction Gru had gone. She decided to follow her adopted father. She found him sitting in his study. She paused, frowning. Gru sat at his desk, his head in his hands. Agnes gently set her unicorn down in the doorway, then made her way over to Gru. Without a word, she climbed up into his lap. Surprised, Gru looked down at the young girl. She nestled against his chest, looking up with him at sleepy eyes.
"What is it, Agnes?" Gru asked, leaning back to accommodate the youngest of his daughters. She feigned a big yawn.
"I want a story!" she demanded, thrusting her lower lip out in a pout. Gru looked at her, preparing to protest. He was very much not in the mood to tell a story. But he stopped at the sight of her big, chocolate-brown eyes, gazing up at him in hopeful adoration. As much as the renowned villain hated to admit it, one well-aimed glance from the eyes of the little girl could melt his heart and make him entirely hers.
"All right, let's go find a book—" Gru began to get up, gathering the small girl in his arms.
"No!" she protested. He froze. "Make up one." Gru sighed.
"A-all right." He said hesitantly, sitting back down in his office chair. It wasn't the first time Agnes had made such a request, but his mind was too full to create an excellent story out of nothing. "What sort of story do you want to hear?"
"Fairytale." Agnes murmured, closing her eyes, shifting to find the optimum comfortable spot. Gru thought for a moment, then his eyes drifted to the screen built into his desk. The girl in the photo Margo had handed him earlier smiled up at him, this time laying in a hammock. A younger, annoyed looking version of himself tried to escape, but she held the back of his sweater firmly in one hand, keeping him in the hammock and the picture.
"Once upon a time there was a young boy. He lived in a little house, and tried to do great things. He wanted to be a-a wizard. He wanted to fly and see the stars." Gru began. " But the witch he lived with would not allow him to be a wizard, because she thought he couldn't do it. Determined to prove himself, he was very serious all the time. He worked and worked and studied very hard."
"He's boring." Agnes remarked before sticking her thumb in her mouth. Gru glared down at her, then continued.
"One day, the boy was working hard to do a spell. He did not hear a little fairy sneak up on him. She scared him when she said hello and he broke his model—I mean spell. He was very angry at the fairy. He told her to go away, but she did not leave him alone. She decided to stick around and bother him all the time, every day. After a while, they became best friends. She taught him how to do her fairy magic which was good, but it always disappeared when they went home for the night.
"The boy and the fairy grew up. The boy had to go to school, and the fairy had to go away to the fairy kingdom, where she had come from."
"Was she a princess?" interrupted Agnes. Gru thought for a moment, then smiled.
"She was, very good, Agnes." He praised, his smile widening as Agnes nuzzled him happily. "She had to return to the fairy kingdom and learn how to be a fairy princess. But that meant she could not see her friend for a very long time. The boy and the fairy missed each other very much.
"But one day, they met again. They were both all grown up. The fairy was a full-blown fairy princess. She made beautiful things for people. She took people to magical places with a wave of her magic wand. She was made of all the good things in the world."
"Did she have a unicorn?" Agnes wanted to know. "Unicorns are the goodest good that was ever good." Gru bit back a laugh.
"Yes, she had a unicorn." He replied gravely. "But the boy became an evil wizard. He was made of all bad things, because he could not make the good kinds of magic work for him. He tried to hide it from the fairy princess, but she found out and was angry. Because she was made of all good, she had to defeat him in battle. But because they were friends when they were children, she decided to run away instead, and he never saw her again." Gru stopped. His heart was heavy in his chest all of a sudden.
"Did she marry a fairy prince and live happily ever after?" Agnes asked, her eyes closed.
"I don't know." Gru said softly, wrapping the girl in his arms, partially for his own comfort.
"I hope she did. Princesses need to live happily ever after." Agnes murmured, more asleep than awake at this point. Gru shifted her so he could lift her up. He carried her to her bed and tucked her in. Then he rescued the unicorn plush from the doorway of his study and put the hideous, fluffy thing into his daughter's arms. Gru knew that if he didn't do this, Agnes would wake up either in a panic or a fury, neither of wish was pleasant. He then looked down at the sleeping toddler for a moment.
"I don't." he murmured, shoving his hands in his pockets and returning to his study to brood some more.
Agnes waited until she was sure Gru was gone, before sliding out of bed to find his sisters. She found them down in the lab, sharing a chair at the large computer. A group of minions sat on the floor nearby, entirely captivated by the young girls' research. On the screen were several files with the smiling girl in them.
"Hi!" Agnes called cheerfully. Edith and Margo looked at Agnes, then at the floor next to them, then back to Agnes.
"Where did you come from?" Margo asked in shock.
"I thought you were right here!" added Edith.
"No, I made Dad tell me about her." Agnes pointed at the screen with the hand that wasn't clutching the unicorn. Edith and Margo looked at each other.
"How did you do that?" Margo asked. Agnes repeated the fairytale Gru had made up. Margo began to look excited.
"Well, we found out her name is Elaine Stone. She grew up next door to where Gru used to live. They went to the same school from 5th grade upward! She went to an art school in France and spent a few years as a traveling painter. Now she's a famous artist, with over a hundred paintings sold to museums around the world!" she said.
"And you think Dad's in love with her?" guessed Edith. Margo pushed her glasses up her nose with great confidence.
"Oh, I know it." She said, smiling smugly. Agnes hugged her unicorn tightly.
"Me too, me too!" she cried. Edith frowned.
"You're going to set them up." She accused, giving Margo a sideways look. Margo sighed.
"He's not going to make a move! It's up to us!" she said. Edith mouthed the last sentence along with her.
"This is a stupid idea." She remarked sulkily. "It's not gonna work."
"It's gonna work. Watch me." Margo replied. She turned back to the computer, cracked her knuckles, and got to work.
End Part One.