GoGo meets Dash for the first time, and he takes matters into his own hands.

"Hi there."

The voice is distinctly male, deep, and unfamiliar. GoGo doesn't think. She spins around and holds up her arms with the maglev discs attached to her wrists –

Unfortunately, she's neglected to take notice of the fact that the rooftop is wet.

Her arms fly upwards, moving in a windmill motion as she stumbles, skidding on the puddles –

Her feet fly up into the air, and oh shit she's about to crash onto the ground –

And then she's suddenly very aware of a pair of strong arms catching her just as she slips, cradling her.

"Oh, man, I'm sorry – you okay?"

GoGo is very conscious of the fact that she's practically cuddled in this guy's arms. She does not like this. Not one bit. Even if the guy holding her can't see her face since she's in her suit and she's got her helmet on, and even if he's kind of mildly attractive even in the dark and with a dark mask over bright blue eyes.

She scowls. "Yes."

She tries to scramble off him and get back onto her feet, but to her fury, he sets her down gently.

She's about to take another step when she encounters another puddle and this time, the guy's hands shoot out to grip her arms, making sure she stays upright.

"I'm fine," she mutters, trying to shrug off his arms.

The guy laughs, lifts his hands. "You're welcome."

She turns her back on him, crosses her arm and glares back out at the city of San Fransokyo.

"I didn't know there were superheroes in San Fransokyo," he says.

"We're new to the job."

"I know. I watched the news and heard about what happened at Krei Industries." The boy steps up to stand next to her, tall and well-built and blond, in a bold red and black suit with an insignia on the front of it. "So what's your superhero name supposed to be?"

"What's yours?"

He turns to her and grins. "Well, I kind of change it every now and then. Having the same codename for so long gets kind of boring." He rolls his eyes. "I was thinking, new town, new name, you know? Something like – the Incredible Speedster."

"So you get a name for yourself and hold onto your past."

He looks faintly pleased at that. "You know who I am?"

She wants to scoff. The insignia's not hard to recognise. "Yeah. You're that Incredibles kid."

"Hardly a kid," he protests. "Why does everyone think of me as a kid? I have a younger brother!"

GoGo just pops her bubble gum and doesn't answer.

"So, what's your codename?"

"Don't have one."

"You don't?"

"Told you. We're new."

"That's not right." Speedster, or whatever his name is, shakes his head next to her. "That's not right at all. What about – Wheels?"

"Wheels?"

GoGo turns her head to look at him and raises an eyebrow, even though she knows he can't see her face. "Seriously?"

"Hey, these are wheels, aren't they?" He prods at the discs attached to her wrists, grinning when she moves her hand back, defensively. "And it's better than having no codename at all!"

GoGo places her hand on her hips. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm incredible," he corrects.

She's about to retort when her communicator buzzes into life, and Hiro's voice resounds through her helmet: "Uh, GoGo? I think we need help."

"What?"

She ignores the curious look sent her way by the blond guy.

"Fred kind of set an abandoned warehouse on fire."

GoGo shuts her eyes. "He did what?"

"Well, it's not really anyone's fault! He wasn't supposed to be on patrol tonight!"

"Remind me to punch him," she says.

Hiro gives her the directions and she tells him she'll be there and shuts off the communicator.

Next to her, Speedster makes a face. "You're leaving?"

"Problems to be fixed, people to punch."

"Sounds fun," he says, cheerfully.

"It will be."

"I'm not invited?"

"No."

"If you need to get there urgently, I can – "

"Save it. I can get there."

She nods, once, and she's off.

Behind her, Dash Parr stares after her, a slightly fascinated look on his face.

The next time she's on patrol, he creeps up behind her again.

"Hey, Wheels."

"It's you."

He makes a face again as he inches over next to her, setting himself down on the edge of the rooftop. She doesn't chase him away, just sits on the edge with one leg propped up – the disc set to the side – and her other leg swinging. "I have a name, you know."

"It's a stupid one."

His face falls. "Really?"

"Quit whining. Woman up."

"Now that's one I've never heard before."

Their next conversations are eerily similar.

"Hey, Wheels, did you miss me?"

"No."

"Hey, Wheels, you wanna race around the city?"

"You're just asking to be humiliated."

"Hey, Wheels, what do you think of The Dash?"

"It's stupid."

"Hey, Wheels – "

"Will you stop calling me that?"

One night, he asks her: "If I stop calling you Wheels, then what do I call you?"

There's no hesitation in her answer: "GoGo."

He blinks in surprise. "What?"

"My nickname," she says, and he can tell that she's slightly uncomfortable; there's an edge in her voice. "My friends call me that."

"Oh. I get it. Because you're always on the go?"

"Figure that out all by yourself, did you?"

"What can I say? I think, sometimes, I'm a genius."

"So modest."

"I try."

And then –

"GoGo?"

She leaps to her feet, spinning around, and Dash does the same, scrambling up to his feet. There's a girl behind them, a tall, skinny girl in pink with long blond hair, a helmet on her head and a visor hiding her face.

"Honey Lemon," GoGo says.

Dash wrinkles his nose. Honey Lemon? That can't possibly be a codename – can it?

The girl's head twists from her to him. "And you must be – "

"No one important," says GoGo.

Dash pulls a face again. "Hey! I'm plenty important!"

"Yes, so very important."

GoGo pops her bubblegum, as if unimpressed. It's a sound he's gotten used to hearing. He's pretty sure she's chewing on the stuff all the time.

"The Incredible Speedster," he says, smoothing back his hair and grinning at the girl she calls Honey Lemon.

"Still the stupidest superhero name ever."

"Hey, at least I came up with one!"

She scoffs.

"Uh – " He can hear the surprise in Honey Lemon's voice, like she's not really sure how she should react. "GoGo, Wasabi says that Hiro needs us back at the garage – "

"What happened this time?" GoGo wants to know.

"Something about Tadashi and upgrades – "

"Aw, you're leaving so soon?"

He watches as GoGo twists her helmeted head to look at him, even though he can't see a damn thing behind her darkened visor. He can't help but feel a slight pang in his chest at the fact that she's leaving early, again.

He'll admit it. He kind of likes spending time with this yellow-and-black-clad figure.

"Don't miss me too much," she deadpans, and then she turns. "C'mon, Honey Lemon."

"Do I get a kiss?" he calls out, just as she's about to zip down the side of the building. Honey Lemon is holding some kind of coloured ball in her hands, holding it over the edge, like she's about to drop it.

She turns back, and for a moment, Dash wonders if he's gone too far.

Instead, she punches him in the arm, and for a small figure, she really packs a punch.

"Don't get your hopes up," she tells him, and the next thing he knows she's gone, and Honey Lemon has dropped down the side of the building.

Dash thinks that that must have been the worst possible thing for him to ever have said, because GoGo's words keep echoing in his mind.

Don't get your hopes up.

Now it's all he can think about.

Which, honestly, is kind of stupid, considering that he doesn't even have a clue what she looks like, since that stupid helmet blocks everything.

It doesn't really matter. Her words still echo throughout his head.

"You know what my face looks like," he tells her, one day.

"I do."

"Do I get to see what your face looks like?"

"Are you trying to get that kiss?"

He grins at her sheepishly. "Maybe."

She punches him in the shoulder, hard. "Not a chance, bonehead."

Their next few conversations end up like this:

"Hey, GoGo, I brought pizza!"

"You just want me to take my helmet off."

"Hey, GoGo, are you thirsty?"

"Stop trying."

"Hey, GoGo, you want some bubble gum?"

"Maybe."

"Hey, GoGo, do I get a kiss if I bring you flowers?"

"I'll consider it."

The first time he sees her face, though, it's not in the fading dusk or in the middle of the night on a rooftop in San Fransokyo.

The first time he sees her, he's wandered into some place called the Lucky Cat Café and he's ordered chicken wings and he's seated at a table next to a group of people.

He can make out a boy in a beanie and in baggy clothes, a big African-American guy in green, a tall, thin blond girl, a short, dark-haired girl with violet streaks in her hair, a scarred boy in a baseball cap and a scrawny boy in an SFIT hoodie.

"Aw, c'mon, Wasabi, you still haven't tried making my shrink ray – "

It's the name Wasabi that gets Dash's head shooting up. Isn't that the name that Honey Lemon girl mentioned, the one and only time he met her? How many people can there be called Wasabi?

"I told you, Fred," the African-American guy sighs. "It doesn't work that way. Ask Honey Lemon!"

Honey Lemon?

"It really isn't," says the tall, blond girl, and heck – he knows that voice.

"Hiro, my man, support me here!" says the guy in the beanie.

"Stop whining," the dark-haired girl snaps, and Dash stiffens suddenly, because he knows that voice, and there, right there, there it is – the pop of a bubble gum.

Hiro, Wasabi, Honey Lemon – it couldn't possibly be –

"You should listen to GoGo before she punches you," says the boy in the baseball cap, his voice amused.

GoGo.

"Tadashi – "

"I will punch you if you start talking about that freeze ray," the girl called GoGo threatens.

It's her. It has to be her.

He listens to their conversation, as discreetly as he possibly can. He hears about a robot called Baymax, about all kinds of projects they're working on, about the girl called GoGo working on her electromagnetically suspended wheels and getting them to go faster than they possibly can.

It's this last part when he knows for sure that it's her.

"Why are you trying to make it go faster?" Tadashi asks.

She shrugs, pops her bubblegum, that familiar popping sound, and she tells him, in that voice Dash knows so well: "I met this blond punk the other night while I was on patrol. Guy went faster than I ever could. New goal's to get my speed up to that - get it to run over water, and everything."

Blond punk?

That has to be him. She's certainly addressed him that way before.

"You mean that guy you were flirting with?" Honey Lemon wants to know.

"I was not flirting - "

Honey Lemon just giggles. "You like him, don't you? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod GoGo - "

"Honey Lemon, I love you, but if you don't shut up, I will punch you."

Dash figures that's all he really needs to hear.

Dash does his homework, and the next day he shows up at the robotics lab at SFIT with a bunch of flowers in his hands.

This is stupid, he chides himself. This is stupid, this is really, really stupid –

But still he stays there, in the lab, next to a yellow bike with wheels that look so very familiar.

People take risks all the time, he tells himself. Heck, he takes risks all the time. Stupid risks that usually have a high chance of getting him killed.

But this is a different kind of risk, he thinks.

It's the Wasabi guy and Tadashi who come in first, hauling the small kid in the SFIT hoodie between them, and he sees them stop short and glance over at him, standing by the bike in his jeans and a shirt and a bunch of flowers in his hands. The guy in the beanie – Fred – comes in next, followed by Honey Lemon, both of whom look at him in confusion, but he ignores them and waits for the next person to enter the doors.

Then she does enter, in a leather jacket and shorts and leggings and pink bubble gum in her mouth.

She stops short in front of her bike, across him.

"Who're you?" she says, raising an eyebrow, her tone hostile. It's exactly the same as when he met her for the first time, he thinks.

Oh, boy.

He swallows, clears his throat nervously, and holds out the flowers: "You said you'd consider giving me a kiss if I brought you flowers."

She stares at him for what feels like forever, and oh shit maybe he shouldn't have done this what is he thinking he's supposed to keep his secret identity a secret and what on earth is he –

"You," is all she says, her eyes widening just slightly.

He grins at her nervously. "Hi there?"

GoGo brings her arm back and punches him, hard.

He bends over, wincing slightly as he raises his head: "Okay, that hurt."

"It was meant to," she says.

Oh, shit, this really was a bad idea, a very, very bad idea –

And then she grabs the front of his shirt and yanks him down, and she presses her lips to his.

Dash reconsiders his previous thought. This was an excellent idea.