The Lone Ranger had Tonto.
Lucy had Ethel.
Napoleon Solo had Ilya Kurayakin. (Yes, as a matter of fact, I did have to look up how to spell that--thank you, IMDB.com.)
Johnny Quest had Hadji. (That too.)
Or, for those who appreciate more modern references, Doctor Evil had Mini-Me. And, of course, Michael (from Burn Notice--an extremely entertaining TV show on the USA Network) has Sam.
What do they all have in common?
Me! I like them all even better than the characters they kick the sides of.
Aaaaah. Sidekicks. Precious, precious hero-foils.
I love sidekicks. Sidekicks are cool. If I could be in a book myself, or in a movie, or on a TV show, I'd much rather be the sidekick than the main character.
Not sure why. Less pressure, maybe. You don't have to carry the story--you're free to have fun with it, and leave the heavy lifting to the lead. (Ha! Lazy much? Um...yee-aah. So?)
But, strangely, I tend to avoid them in my own writing. I think I'm afraid any sidekick I would write would steal my protag's thunder, and I'm rather protective of her. Wouldn't want any nasty sidekick-lovin' readers like me to come along and dis her.
So, do you write sidekicks? (If you're a writer, I mean. If you're not, and you still write sidekicks--get help.)
And how about Real Life? Are you a sidekick or a hero in the drama that is you?
Don't worry. I'll still like you even if you're a hero.
In fact, maybe I can be your sidekick! I'm pretty good at it. I will stand next to you and look not quite as good as you do. I will be quietly competent at whatever we're doing, but not nearly as great at it--whatever "it" is--as you are. I will even make smartass remarks that somehow serve to highlight your brilliance. (It'd be a sacrifice, but hey, I'm willing.) Soon you will wonder how you ever managed with my kick-side presence.
Whataya say, hero? I won't even wear my steel-toed boots*. I promise.
*Yes, my fingers are crossed. Why do you ask?