-1Yello, folksies! I'm back, and I have no idea what I'm doing! Let me first and foremost apologize. Not because I've been lazy. But because, instead of working on this, I've been working diligently on a Lion King fan-fiction! Yay! (watches many faces become very angry-looking) Okay, so I am sorry, and I'm going to force myself to work on this. I just need y'all to be patient.
This, if you didn't know, is the sequel to my first Incredibles fan fiction called "Tribulations." So if you haven't read that one yet, GOOD FOR YOU, I DON'T CARE, IT SUCKED! Well, except for that final battle, I'm rather proud of that. However, I'm going to be using some of the characters from that story in this one and whatever, so it might be a good idea to skim through that story. But anyways! Let's get started!
"Please, Dean! Please!" Violet begged. "I need the cash!" It had been about three years since the downfall of the Underminer, and obviously a lot of things had happened during that time period. For starters, Violet was seventeen going on eighteen in a few months, and Dash had turned fourteen during the last summer. And, of course, Jack-Jack was four. Yes, the Parr family had just about survived his toddler years, and let me tell you, it hadn't been pretty.
Dean rolled out from under the car he was working on. The scruffy, black-haired thirty year old still had a youthful presence to him. "No."
"C'mon Dean! I'd be great, and you know it!"
"Yeah, Dean," Dash said from the passenger seat of a car nearby, the window rolled down as he flipped through a sports magazine. "Just because she doesn't know anything about cars doesn't mean she can't build them. Yikes!" Dash ducked as a wrench flew towards him.
"Shut up."
In the last year, Dean, who built the different vehicles and gadgets for superheroes, had managed to buy an old firehouse, which he had turned into a garage/ small diner while he lived in the upstairs. While he worked on his own projects, he rented out space in the spacious former-fire-truck-garage to various other mechanics. That, plus the fact that most of these mechanics bought their lunches at the small diner in the corner, had amounted Dean a small fortune.
"Dean, come on, you and I both know I'm not here to be a mechanic's assistant."
"We do?" Dean asked, rolling back under the car.
"No! I'm here for an after school gig at the diner. I need to start saving money for college, and having a job will look really great on my paper stuff."
"Violet, I don't think it'd be a good idea."
"Yeah, 'cause you're a klutz!" Dash hollered, leaning out of the window again before ducking back inside as a hubcap came flying towards him next.
"I thought I told you to shut up!"
"Look Vi, if you need cash, just ask your parents for your share of the government money you guys are getting. I mean, it's not like the family isn't going to be able to support itself without it."
"I can't do that!"
"Why not? You earned it."
After the Underminer had been defeated and his relationship to Senator McCormick, a congressman who nearly got further super restrictions made into law, was revealed, the political problems for supers practically ceased. Not only were the supers allowed to help the law enforcement with master villains, but with "normal" cases that didn't necessarily involve a deranged lunatic in a striped costume. The only requirement was that the super be registered with a NSA agent, which, after sixteen years of hiding, was perfectly fine with the supers.
Because of this, the Incredibles had been receiving monthly paychecks for their services to the nation, one for each member of the family. Bob and Helen had been handling the checks for the family.
"Well I guess, but it's family money. Like when Dad gets his paycheck from work, he doesn't keep it all for himself."
Bob had done quite well in a job for an insurance company, Gecko, (A/N I had to do that). He even had an office instead of a cubicle. Yay, Bob!
"Ya got a point there," Dean agreed. He wheeled himself out from under the car again and stood up. "I just don't think it's a job you'd really enjoy. Can't you just work at a Starbucks or something?"
"Everyone works at Starbucks. I-" Violet was interrupted when a large, fiery sound echoed from across the garage, coupled with a clanging of something heavy.
"Meg!" Dean shouted, grabbing his hair.
The girl across the room was hopping around on one foot, cursing out the propane torch.
"Hey! Hey Mack, give her a hand, huh? I'll be over in a minute!" Dean sighed and turned back to Violet.
"Pleeeeeeease?"
He sighed again. "Tell you what, you wait until you get settled back into school, then we'll discuss it, all right? I don't need your parents jumping down my throat for keeping you away from schoolwork or whatever."
"Really? You're the best, Dean!"
"It was nice knowing you, Dean," Dash shouted as Violet ran back to the car, got into the driver's seat, and drove off.
"You know," Dash said, picking up his magazine again, "I think he's right."
"Dean? About what?"
"I don't think you should be getting an after school job. You should just ask Mom and Dad for your money, 'cause, you know, that whole superhero thing takes up most of your spare time."
"Oh, what do you know, freshman."
"Whatever… you'd get more money for college by just asking for your share."
"I said, shut up!"
"Fine! See? I'm shutting up!"
"Good."
"Hey Vi, what're you gonna do at college?"
The older sister rolled her eyes. So much for shutting up. "Probably learn stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"I don't know. English stuff?"
"Journalism or something?"
"Maybe."
Just then, Violet's cell phone rang. Before she could grab it, though, Dash leapt for it and answered. "Helloooo-hoooo?"
"You're dead, kid. Hear me? Dead!" she snarled, trying to watch the road.
"Especially if you keep swerving into oncoming traffic like that."
"What!"
"Ha! Made ya look! Now, who is this?… It's your boyfriend!"
"Dash, you little-!"
"I'm kidding, it's Mom." Dash tossed the phone to his sister, who tried to catch it and answer without actually swerving into oncoming traffic.
"Hello?… You're kidding. But Mom, I have-… Really?… Okay, we'll be there in ten minutes. Loveyatoo, bye."
"What was that?"
"I hope you got your suit on," Vi said, turning on her blinker and moving into the left turn lane for the intersection they were at.
"Ah. I see. To the rescue!"
Voila. Any more info concerning the last three years shall hopefully become known during the next couple chapters! Until then, have you hugged your Pop-tarts today?
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