Disclaimer: I can only dream I own The Incredibles and/or Pixar, but I can say I own Andrew, bwahahahahahaha *cough cough*
Full Summery: Violet Parr is your typical disorientated nineteen year old, she's lost another job and has to deal with pressure from all places-until her life is turned upside down by a strange six year-old and his familiar mother.
Warning: This is an eventual Mirlet (Violet Parr and Mirage), meaning this is yuri. Don't like don't read, if you do read then don't flame about not knowing because you've been warned.
Mirage was always the odd one, no one could ever be certain of her motives or what she said. No one knew what she meant when she stated that she didn't exist according to the government. Was she a super? Or a spy? Could she have been lying?
Many more questions surged through the mind of young Violet Parr, newly nineteen, as she pondered the older woman's history and probed the recesses of her memory for what she hoped would be answers.
For the past few years she hadn't thought about the woman very often, in fact, she hadn't thought about her at all. But she was jarred into thinking when her eyes happened to fall upon a scrawny young boy, with the same platinum blonde hair and similar eyes to the woman in question, while picking up her youngest brother Jack-Jack.
Something about the innocent child peeked her curiosity and opened a flood-gate of forgotten thoughts and discarded memories. What ever had happened to the woman known as Mirage? Violet didn't have long to ponder, as soon her brother was in the car and picking up Dash became the main objective.
"Did you have a nice day at school?" Violet asked, shooting a glance at her little brother in the mirror.
"Why isn't mom picking me up?" He asked, his eyes peeking out brightly from under a mess of reddish hair.
"Duty called. She was needed downtown, barely had time to tell me to pick you up," Violet replied absently as she watched the road and took a left at the stop sign.
"Shouldn't you be at work?" He asked, not content with her answer to his previous question.
"Got off early today," She replied, hoping that he didn't say anything more about the subject.
"You were fired again?" Jack-Jack said, already knowing the answer, "Was it because of your powers?"
"I don't know," Violet replied, life was difficult for her-she couldn't hold down a job, even part time jobs, sometimes it was because of her being late or having to leave for super reasons: but management didn't know this, they didn't care, and fired her.
"Does mom know?" Jack-Jack asked, for a seven year old he was quite perceptive.
"Not yet, I'll tell her at dinner," She responded, taking a right and stopping in front of the high-school.
"Okay," Jack-Jack said as he leaned back with his arms folded across his chest.
Silence filled the car as the two waited for Dash, he was always late getting out, usually because he was busy flirting with girls and not paying attention to the time. As far as younger brothers went, Dash and Jack-Jack were among the best-no matter how annoying they were at times. Violet could tell Jack-Jack anything and knew he wouldn't tell, the same went with Dash for most of the time. Sometimes they fought and he'd end up telling their parents something, sometimes Violet would do the same-tell their parents something Dash had told her. But in all, they were very comfortable being siblings and knew that there was always someone there, other then their parents and friends, to turn to if they needed to.
Violet began to space out, a vacant look coming over her face as her mind drifted back to Mirage. She began to wonder, and her thoughts became heavy. She turned around to see Jack-Jack.
"What's the boy's name? You know, the blond-the one you were talking to earlier?" Violet asked.
"I think his name's Andrew Reg, but I don't know he's in a different class," Jack-Jack replied with a shrug.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're uncommonly bright for a seven year old?" Violet said with a laugh, hiding her disappointment, as she turned back to look at the road as Dash opened the door, "Oh look, his royal highness has decided to grace us with his presence and it's only... 3:57," She said sarcastically.
"Hey! Shut-up! I have an excuse!" Dash said, as he sat in the front seat and buckled himself in.
"And that would be...?" Violet asked, intrigued, one eyebrow slyly rising as she shifted gears and pulled out, heading for home.
"I stayed behind to help clean up the art room," He replied, his eyes casting low and a light blush rising to his cheeks.
"I'll never understand what it is with boys and young art-teachers-oh wait, cute comes to mind," Violet said with a laugh as she took a right, then a left at the next sign.
"I'll never understand what it is with you and loosing your job-oh wait, late comes to mind," Dash replied vehemently, his mood changing quickly from sweet to sour.
"Dash I..." Violet trailed off as they came to a stop at a red light, hurt evident in her eye: as preceptive as Jack-Jack was, Dash was even more so.
"You were just joking, but it still doesn't change the fact that you always loose your job," Dash stated in a foul mood.
"Maybe if I didn't have to help save the world I'd get to work on time," Violet replied as she turned right, the hurt feelings building, "If I didn't have so much stress, got enough sleep, and didn't drift off or turn invisible when afraid..."
"Maybe you should stop blaming your powers and just get over yourself!" Dash shouted.
"Why are you being so mean Dash? All she did was try to joke with you," Jack-Jack said from the back seat as Violet's black car pulled up to the curb in front of the Parr residence.
"No, he's right Jack-Jack. Come on, let's go inside-I'll make you guys some snacks and help you with your homework while mom and dad are out," Violet said as she put the car in park, engaged the parking brake, and unbuckled her seat belt.
The group of three walked up the deserted driveway, and Violet unlocked the door-not saying a word as her younger brothers brushed past her and headed inside. She closed the door and locked it before slipping off her shoes, heading to the kitchen and pulling out some crackers, vegetables and vegetable dip.
Dash was right, she had to stop blaming her powers for her problems and start blaming herself. She needed to get a grip on her powers, she'd had them perfectly under control after the whole Syndrome incident but for some reason they'd slipped when she broke up with her boyfriend. Her mother said it was because her powers were linked to her emotions. It was true too, and it was problematic.
She'd sometimes become afraid at work and vanish. Then they'd fire her. She couldn't help coming in late, or being tired on occasion. But disappearing was a problem, as was her tendency to daydream. It wasn't often when she daydreamed and slipped away from reality, but it was often enough to be used as an excuse for laying her off.
Fear she couldn't help, the people she tended to work with were stressed and there was usually someone who was angry.
She remembered when she first had a problem, regarding her powers at work, two of the employees were arguing. One had a knife and was threatening the other, they wouldn't listen to her and she didn't know what to do-she panicked, froze up and became invisible-completely, it was the first time that she'd managed to turn regular clothes invisible with her. She hadn't known what else to do, they wouldn't listen and she couldn't use her powers on them, the knife and their anger and the stress was just too much. The owner of the restaurant blamed her for the fight and fired her three days later.
Violet sighed as she thought about it, she needed those little jobs to make money for college-but somehow they didn't seem her, nor did the career she was looking at-computer engineering. She needed a job where she could be creative, spontaneous, and with as little stress as possible. Violet no longer cared how much she made, or even if she went to college. She needed to cool down, and figured out a perfect way to do so.
"Violet? Can you help me study my spelling work?" Jack-Jack asked, interrupting her thoughts.
Her plan would work, she was certain, but first she'd have to help Jack-Jack...
Dinner with the Parrs
It was dinner time, the Parr family sat all around the table enjoying each-other's company as they ate spaghetti.
"So how was school today Dash?" Mrs. Parr asked.
"Good," Dash mumbled.
"And you Jack-Jack?" She asked, ignoring Dash's moodiness.
"Fun," Jack-Jack replied, "But they said we won't be having art class for a while."
"Why?" Violet asked from across the table, hope fluttering in her chest.
"Ms. Loski broke both her legs over the summer, and they couldn't find a replacement," Jack-Jack explained nonchalantly as he ate a meat ball.
"Violet lost her job," Dash stated, stopping all the chatter and bringing an uneasy air to the table.
"What?" Bob Parr said sternly.
"Violet kitchen, now," Helen Parr instructed as she and Mr. Parr put down their food.
"When were you going to tell us you lost another job?" Helen Parr asked rather calmly.
"When are you going to tell me what happened to Mirage?" Violet retorted.
"Why this sudden interest? Just tell us why you weren't planning on telling us you'd lost your job!" Mrs. Parr shouted.
"Calm down honey," Bob said as he put his hands on the shoulders of his wife.
"I won't just calm down! This is the fifth job you've lost in the past four months Vi, and you weren't even going to tell us!" Helen shouted, Bob quickly decided that he was unneeded and would even cause more problems, so he stepped back and out of the room.
"I was! I just didn't know when I should," Violet explained as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Besides, I'm already looking at getting another job..."
"Well that's just great! Another job your going to loose!" Helen ranted, before seeing the hurt look in her daughter's eyes, "I understand that it's hard to be a super and keep a job, I just... I want you to have a good life, and get into a good college and not have to worry all the time... Now what was it you wanted to know abut Mirage?"
"What happened to her? You and dad never told us, at least, not that I remember," Violet said.
"We went back to the island to help apprehend the last of Syndrome's men, we searched everywhere on the island. And I mean everywhere, but we couldn't find her. No one knows what happened to her," Helen explained, going along with Violet's whim, "I hope that answers your question Vi, and Vi, can you tell Dash I need to have a word with him?"
"Sure mom," Violet said as she headed back to the diner table and told Dash Helen's message.
She couldn't shake the feeling that Mirage had escaped from the island, and that she was close. Nor could she explain the feelings which began to bubble with her thoughts like a sick mind stew.
The Reg Household
"Did you have a nice day at school Andy?"
"It wasn't f-fun," Andrew replied as he picked at the corn on his plate.
"Why? What happened this time?" His mother asked tenderly.
"The other-the other, kids laughed at me for-for wanting to be a super when I grow up," Andrew said as tears started to form in his eyes, he was a delicate child, and his mother comforted him.
"That's nothing to laugh at, the supers are marvelous," His mother said, trying to hide her ever present fear, as she tried to comfort him, hoping he wouldn't turn out like his father-the very thought of whom brought her back to dark days in her life, trying to lighten the mood and wipe the concern off her son's face she made a suggestion, "Andy, why don't we go to the super museum this weekend?"
A/N: Questions? Comments? Concerns? I hope you like it, next chapter will be up tomorrow or Sunday. Sorry it's short though, and yeah, Reg is a funny last name-but there's a reason, person, behind it. Bwhahahahaha... spoilers...