"MOM! I'M HOME!" Violet shouted into the seemingly empty house before putting her coat on a hook and dumping her purse on a nearby table. She looked around. Apart from the new doormat, it looked exactly like it had been the last time she had been here. Which wasn't saying much, as she usually visited her parents once a month and on holidays.

"No need to shout Violet. I'm in the kitchen." replied her mother from across the house.

Violet started walking towards the kitchen but took a detour through the living room and ruffled her youngest brother's red-brown hair, disturbing the spike he liked to keep it in.

"Hey!" Jack-Jack protested, looking up from his phone and waving her hand away before shifting his position on the couch so he had even worse posture, if that was possible.

The elder sister grinned and continued on to the kitchen where she found her mother frantically trying to cook multiple things at once. "Hey Mom. How are you doing?" Violet said as she leaned against the doorway.

"I'm fine." her mother replied as she stretched across the kitchen to turn off the oven. "It's your Dad you should be worried about. He's been late to work almost every day this week!" Mrs. Parr continued chopping strawberries as she talked. "If he keeps this up he's going to be fired. Again."

"Is he going and saving cats from trees again?"

"Yeah. Fighting crime, protecting people, all that stuff. He misses being a super."

At that moment Bob Parr poked his head in the kitchen. "Whatcha talking about?" he asked.

"Oh, just the fact that you're going to get fired again because you can't seem to make it to work on time." his wife said, glaring at him over the pot of spaghetti she held in her hands.

"I'll start leaving earlier, I promise." he replied.

"You said that last time. Leave any earlier and I won't be awake to make you breakfast."

"Oh no, how would I survive?" he said dramatically.

"You wouldn't." replied Helen. "Hey Violet, can you set the table for me?"

"Sure, Mom." Violet moved past her and grabbed some silverware out of a drawer.

"By the way, have you talked to Dash about coming to dinner sometime? I haven't seen him since Christmas."

"He said he's too busy."

"Too busy? He's a superhero! If he can lead a secret life fighting crime, he can make time to come eat dinner with his family." On that note, Helen walked over to the doorway where Violet had been standing and called out for her youngest son. "Jack-Jack! Dinner is rea-"

Jack-Jack teleported into the kitchen, startling his mother. "Yeah, I heard." he said before grabbing a plate.

"Jack, stop teleporting everywhere. We talked about this." Helen scolded.

"So? It's faster than walking!" he protested.

"Walking is good." countered his father. "It's good exercise."

Jack-Jack rolled his eyes. "Whatever." he said before walking through the kitchen counter to reach the table where Violet was already sitting with her food in front of her, waiting for the rest of the family.

"Showoff." she muttered. Jack-Jack stuck his tongue out at her.


"…we have a 1034 heading east on Northbound Parkway, I repeat, we have a supervillain heading east on Northbound Parkway, all cops report." reported the police scanner. Violet sighed and pushed a few buttons on the dashboard of her car.

"Auto pilot engaged." said a robotic voice as Violet climbed into the backseat to get changed.

'I should really automate this.' thought Violet as she pulled on her purple supersuit and slipped on a black mask before climbing back into the front seat and checking on her progress toward the supervillain. She was pulling her hair back into a messy pony tail and securing it with a scrunchie when her car said, "Incoming phone call from Dash."

"Okay thanks." The screen to the right of her beeped as the call went through.

"Hey Violet, I could really use your help right now." Dash said. Violet could hear fighting sounds in the background.

"I'm on my way. What kind of supervillain is it?" Violet asked.

"It's the Underminer again."

Violet sighed and considered turning around. "Again? We've defeated him almost twenty times in the past fifteen years and yet he keeps coming back for more."

"This time it's different. He has some new tech-" Dash was cut off as a blast sounded in the background. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Hold on, I'm coming!" Violet exclaimed as the call was terminated. "Can you go any faster?" she muttered to her car.

"Rockets activated." said the robotic voice. Violet was pushed back in her seat by the sudden forward movement.

"I didn't know I could do that." she muttered in surprise. Before long her car stopped in front of a park where a dark red blur was fighting what appeared to be a giant robot. The Underminer was controlling it from the inside. She took a moment to admire the build of the machine and the color scheme, blue and white. It didn't look at all like the normal rusted, dirty machines that the Underminer usually commandeered.

"A little help here?" her brother shouted, dodging blue blasts coming from a vaguely gun shaped thing mounted to the arm of the robot.

"Coming!" shouted Violet and raced across the park, throwing a force field around her brother right before a blast was about to hit him. He nodded his thanks as Violet turned invisible and jumped onto the back of the machine, looking for a weak spot in the armor where she could get into the mechanics within and possibly shut it down.

"I've tried everything, I can't find a way to pierce the armor." Dash shouted in her general direction as he avoided another blast.

The Underminer started shouting about death to peace and destroying the world but both of the supers ignored him. They had heard the speech dozens of times before; at this point it was just background noise to them. "What do you think, should we call Jack-Jack?" Dash asked, looking up at the imposing figure of the Underminer.

Violet admitted it would be easier if they did. Their little brother was undoubtedly the strongest super in the family, possibly the strongest super in the city. But they had beaten the Underminer many times before and there was no reason they shouldn't be able to beat him now.

"No. We can do this without him. We've done it before." Violet replied. "Why don't you try taking out his gun? He doesn't look like he has anything else to shoot us with."

"Can you give me a boost?" Dash asked. He quickly backed away from the fight, then started running towards the Underminer as Violet repelled some blasts with a few well-placed force fields. When Dash was a meter or two away from the giant suit of armor, Violet placed a force field on the ground that Dash used as a launchpad to jump onto the Underminer's arm and rip out his gun.

"Noooo!" shouted the Underminer as he saw his only weapon become detached from his armor. "You will rue the day you messed with the Undermi-" he was cut off suddenly as Violet, who had turned invisible, opened the cock pit of the machine and banged him on the head with a piece of lamp post. The suit crumbled to the ground as the Underminer lost consciousness.

"Good job." said Violet as she undid the safety belts that held the Underminer in the cock pit and hauled him out, handing him over to a squadron of police officers that had just arrived at the scene of the fight.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear that, can you repeat it?" Dash said.

Violet rolled her eyes. "You are so annoying."

A police officer interrupted their conversation. "Invisigirl, Speedo." They nodded at the mention of their superhero names. "Thank you for catching the Underminer… again."

"No problem, chief." Dash said, saluting the officer.

"Violet rolled her eyes. "We're just happy to help." she said, shaking the police officer's hand.

"We'll take him directly to the jail. He's been in there so many times you'd think he enjoys being beaten up." The police officer shook his head, glancing at the back of the squad car where the Underminer was seated.

"Thanks for your help sir." Violet said. "We should really be going now."

"Good luck protecting the city and all that." the police officer said, waving as they turned away and started walking to Violet's car.

"So, Speedo." Invisigirl said, emphasizing Dash's superhero name (she thought it was rather stupid, but the rest of the world didn't seem to share her feelings). "How come you didn't come to family dinner tonight?"

Dash paused for a moment. "Oh. That was tonight? It completely slipped my mind."

"Were you just SO busy that you couldn't make it to dinner?"

"Hey." Dash shrugged. "I have a lot on my plate, with the whole saving-the-city thing."

"Yeah, it's not like there's literally a half dozen superheroes that protect the city on a regular basis."

"Hey, large city; large crime rate. Anyway, now a days there seems to be less and less superheroes to go around."

"Yeah, I heard about that. A nation-wide shortage of superheroes is a pretty big deal." After a bit of walking in silence, they finally arrived at Violet's car.

"Why did you have to park across the park?" Dash complained.

Violet just rolled her eyes and got into the car. She leaned across the seat and looked at Dash. "You're going to come to the next family dinner, right?"

"Yeah, sure." Dash waved as Violet drove away. After looking back across the park to make sure the police were gone, he slipped into a nearby alleyway and changed out of his black and red supersuit into civilian clothes. Whistling a tune, he stuck his hands in his pockets and started walking back to his dorm.


Well, time to start a new story! :)

I hope ya'll like this one, I really like writing it. Also, I wrote a few chapters in advance so there's no reason why I shouldn't be able to keep up a regular updating schedule. I'll try to post at least once a week, maybe twice if I feel like it.

Notes:

-According to the Disney Wiki, Invisigirl and Speedo are actually Violet and Dash's superhero names

-This story takes place 15 years after the Incredibles movie, so Violet is 29, Dash is 25, Jack-Jack is 16, and Helen and Bob are in their late fifties

-Since this story takes place 15 years after the Incredibles, the year is 1978 (the incredibles took place in 1963)