The Stakeout

Disclaimer: I own neither "The Incredibles" nor "Meet the Robinsons".

Wilbur, 12:15am May 2, – "Bored -_-"

Violet, 12:18am May 2, – "Told you :P"

Wilbur Robinson glanced up at the large blonde man sitting next to him with binoculars practically glued to his face, police radio switching back and forth between static and low risk level reports. When Wilbur was sure that the man's attention was fully on the door that they had been watching for the past three hours he glanced back at his phone.

Wilbur, 12:19am May 2 – "The movies make it look awesome!"

Violet, 12:20am May 2 – "Yes, because movies are soooo accurate -_-"

The dark haired man held back a chuckle, the corners of his mouth turning up just slightly at the obvious sarcasm.

Violet, 12:21am May 2 – "It's really not that bad. Throw Dad a bone. He's trying to be nice."

Glancing back at the much larger man, Wilbur wondered what was the best way to approach his silent companion in conversation. After all, it was something he needed to master as this man was not only Mr. Incredible, who could literally snap him like a twig with his pinkie, but also Bob Parr, father to the woman who held his heart, and his future father-in-law, the future part soon to be no longer needed in about two days.

"So…Bob…" said older man broke away from his binoculars long enough to give a glare. "I mean, Mr. Parr, um…how long do these things usually last?"

Sparing him another glance, the patriarch of the Incredibles merely said, "As long as it takes," before returning his attention back to the task at hand.

Wilbur held back a frustrated sigh before texting his fiancée again.

Wilbur, 12:30am May 2 – "He's trying to kill me with boredom. Or maybe just kill me in general. Idk. If I don't come back, tell my mom I love her :-S"

Violet, 12:31am May 2 – "O_o? You're an idiot. -_-"

Violet, 12:31am May 2 – "Dad's not going to kill you. He likes you."

Violet, 12:32am May 2 – "Wouldn't take you out on a stakeout if he didn't."

Violet, 12:32am May 2 – "This is bonding time for him. In the field, if you're not with someone you can trust, you're dead."

He was about to reply back to her when a steaming styrofoam cup was placed into his line of sight. When he looked questioningly at the older man who was no longer holding his binoculars but instead a thermos and another cup, he saw Bob look expectantly at him. Not knowing what else to do, Wilbur picked up the offered cup, the strong scent of chocolate and something else wafting up into his nose, the delicious aroma alone waking his tired senses.

After taking a few careful sips, with eyes wide, he looked back at the older man who was still looking expectantly at him. "T-this, this is really good, Mr. Parr. Is this- is this hot chocolate?"

As if that were the correct question, Bob nodded, taking a few sips from his own cup. "It's my own special blend. Helen made me watch this cooking show with some chocolate theme once. Man," he chuckled, shaking his head. "I thought I was a purist but believe it or not, adding a little cayenne pepper adds this, this kick that helps with nights like these."

"Huh," Wilbur grinned, taking another sip. "Never would have known."

Bob chuckled, the sound shaking the car they were in slightly. "Yeah, I would make it for Violet when she was a kid. When she was still figuring out her powers," he said, chuckles dying but a nostalgic smile still on his face. Wilbur watched as Violet's father looked like he was reliving a cherished moment. He didn't dare to interrupt the man before him, instead letting him voicing his thoughts. "She'd always get so scared, running to our bedroom in the middle of the night with only her head and clothes still visible. I-I'd take her up into my arms telling her that everything was ok, that daddy had her, that nothing would ever hurt her because daddy wouldn't let it,". He sighed, arms draped over the steering wheel, eyes looking distant. "I used to be the one she'd always run to. The one who gave her hot chocolate to comfort her until she was fully visible again. She was my little girl. She still is," he sighed, feeling the weight of his age catching up to him.

He glanced over at Wilbur who had been uncharacteristically quiet. Looking back at the binoculars that were in his lap before looking back at the man sitting next to him, it didn't feel as difficult as he thought to hand over the device to the now startled looking young Robinson.

"But now she has someone else to protect her. To comfort her when she's scared. A man I can trust," he said not breaking eye contact with Wilbur.

The first one to look away, it didn't take long for Wilbur to place the binoculars up to his eyes, looking through them at the door they had been staring at for hours.

Bob Parr nodded approvingly before leaning back in his seat, taking another sip of hot chocolate before pulling out his phone when he felt it vibrate in his pocket. His eyes widened before he smiled fondly at the message he had been sent before replying and putting his phone away. "We'll stay here for a another hour before turning in," he informed his future son-in-law who turned his head to nod before looking back through the binoculars.

Violet, 12:55am May 2 – [Attachment]: - A picture that Violet had taken of herself, dressed in a faded oversized Mr. Incredible t-shirt and shorts that she used regularly as pajamas, and surrounded by last minute wedding plans. A slightly stressed and unsure look graced her normally relaxed features and if looked closely enough upon, one of her ears and left pinky was missing – "Dad, am I too old for your hot chocolate?"

Bob, 12:56am May 2 – "Never."

So...I'm back? Ish? Just trying to get in the swing of things again, getting the rust off with a few drabbles. This was based off of a OTP prompt I did on Tumblr. Check out the link on my profile to see my Tumblr page and give me another prompt idea. And for those who are wondering, Requiem of a Timeline will be updated. I'm just currently in Greece for Study Abroad and my schedule is hectic/jam packed at the moment.

Well, nothing more to say so...PLEASE REVIEW!