Author's Note/Disclaimer: This is my first Incredibles fic, and it's complete Bob/Helen fluff. Sue me. I own nothing, except for an Incredibles DVD, which I've only watched about 40 times. (it's okay, my sister still has me beaten, so I don't have to feel like a dork.) Anyway... enjoy the fic.
Mr. Incredible was sound asleep. It had been an eventful day. Dash had won the second-place trophy in the track finals, and the Incredibles had defeated The Underminer without destroying anything more than a parking lot. Mr. Incredible was just about to roll over when a very familiar voice startled him into awareness.
"Bob," his wife whispered urgently in his ear, "Don't move. Please"
"What's going on?" he asked, discovering that his arms were pinned to his sides. He was about to break free when he realized that the ropes were actually his wife's hopelessly tangled arms, and she was desperately trying to get herself unstuck. "Honey, are you okay"
"I'm.. fine. Ow. Just fine..." she replied, biting her lower lip. She managed to free her left wrist, causing her arms to unravel from around Bob's arms, her body, the pillow and Bob's body and return to their normal shape. She rested her head on his shoulder. "Sorry to wake you"
"Hey," he said, scooping her up onto his chest and starting to massage her shoulders and arms, "What's wrong? Nightmares again"
She nodded. "How could you tell"
"Well," he grinned, "You don't usually end up in a knot on your own"
"Bob!" she scolded, pretending for a moment to be offended. She sighed as the feeling came back into her shoulders, and sank into his massive chest.
"What was it about?" he probed gently.
"The kids again." she sighed, deciding it was better to have it out sooner rather than later. "I'll never get used to the sight of bullets flying at my nine-year-old son," she sighed. "We didn't have to worry about this in the old days. Now I know what my mother must have gone through"
"But our parents aren't supers. We don't have to watch helplessly as our children fight"
"I know," she replied, tracing little circles on his t-shirt with her fingers. She was silent for a few moments. He shifted slightly and put his arm around her waist. "I love you, Bob." she whispered, as she drifted back to sleep.
"I love you, too," he whispered, tightening his arms around her. Her breath slowed as he watched her fall into the peaceful dreamless sleep he had enjoyed less than an hour before.