Violet Parr was bored out of her mind. It was Saturday morning, and she had nothing to do. All of her friends had dates on the weekends, but ever since she and Tony Rydinger had broken up, she had decided that boys were nothing but trouble.

She was just about to call the NSA and see if they had some kind of mission for her when her best friend Kim Possible called.

"Hello?" she said into the receiver.

"Hey, Vi. You doing anything later?" Kim asked.

Violet grinned. "As a matter of fact, I'm totally free all day."

"Perfect. You wanna go to a family reunion with me?"

"Don't you think that'd be a little weird since I'm not family?"

"Who cares? I don't want to go by myself."

"Ron couldn't go?"

"I didn't ask him. You see, I have this cousin that Ron doesn't quite get along with."

"Why does that not surprise me? Sure, I'd be glad to come if you really think it's all right."

"Well, duh, why else would I be asking you?"

"Okay, you can pick me up whenever, then. I'll be ready."

"Sounds good. I'll probably be there to get you around ten or so."

"Alrighty. See ya then."

"Bye."

With a shrug and a small smile, Violet changed out of her pajamas into jeans and a sweater. It's better than sitting around here all day, she thought to herself.

)-^-

Kim drove up at nine fifty-two, and Violet called into the kitchen to her stepmom, "I'm going out with Kim, Shego!" She went on out quickly so Kim wouldn't have to get out of her car.

After they had been driving for a few minutes, Violet asked, "Where is this reunion going to be, anyway?"

"My grandmother's house," Kim answered.

"And which side of the family is this?"

"My mom's." Kim was always careful not to talk too much when she was driving, so Violet didn't ask her any more questions.

The girls pulled up at the house and got out. There weren't many people there yet, so they just went on inside and greeted Kim's grandparents. Kim's parents and little brothers were already there, so Violet said hello to them, too.

In the next few minutes, the house got crowded with people, and lunch began. Violet met lots of Kim's family members, and they were all very nice. She was began to wonder who it could have been that Ron didn't get along with. She decided she might as well ask Kim.

She was just about to pose her question when the front door flew open. Everyone in the room turned their attention to the door, but no one was to be seen.

"That would be my cousin Buddy making his grand entrance," Kim said with a chuckle, "I'm surprised he even came this year." Violet watched the door closely, curious about this "Buddy" character.

She almost fainted when he stepped into the doorway. She recognized him immediately as someone she had thought she would never see again, someone she thought was dead. It was Syndrome, the man who had tried to kill her and her family several years ago. He had been sucked into a jet turbine by his cape, and she had never even considered the fact that he might have survived. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't see how it was even possible. But there he was standing right in front of her.

He looked a little different since the last time she had seen him. One, he wasn't wearing his supersuit, and two, he had gotten a haircut. If she didn't know better, she would have thought he looked like a rather nice person.

But she knew better.

)-^-

When Buddy Pine stepped into his grandmother's house, he knew something was terribly wrong. There, sitting on the couch next to his cousin Kim, was one of the last people in the world he wanted to see: Mr. Incredible's daughter. He wasn't supposed to recognize her without her supersuit, but he did. She hadn't changed much.

From the look on her face, she recognized him, too. That was unexpected.

He knew that revealing their identities wouldn't do either of them any good, so he pretended not to even notice her. "Hey, Kimmy," he addressed his cousin, "Long time no see."

"It really has been awhile. You're never around anymore."

"I've been busy," he said quickly.

She gestured to Violet and introduced her, just as Buddy hoped she would, "This is my best friend Violet Parr. Vi, this is my first cousin, Buddy Pine."

He filed that bit of information away. It's only fair that I know their secret identities, he thought to himself, They know mine.

"Hello there," he said in a flirty voice, holding out his hand to her. She took it out of obligation, but she glared daggers at him. Her grip was firmer than he had expected.

"It's nice to meet you," she said through gritted teeth.

Kim smiled and said, "Violet and I go to college together."

Buddy continued to grin as he watched Violet cringe. "How long have you two known each other?" he asked.

"Oh, I guess we met...well, it was right after I started at U of M, so it's been pretty much the whole time I've been there. I'd say almost two years."

He had actually forgotten that his cousin went to the University of Metroville, so it was good to be reminded. He knew the Parrs used to live in Metroville, so he asked Violet, "Do you live in Metroville, too?"

"That's where my mom lives," she muttered. He could tell she hadn't meant to divulge as much information as that statement actually included, but it didn't matter anyway. He had no clue how he was supposed to take that.

Kim helpfully explained, "Her parents are divorced," she explained, "Her mom and stepdad live in Metroville, but her dad and stepmom live here in Middleton." This was getting better and better.

"I used to know some people in Metroville. Who are your parents?"

Violet glared at him, but she had no choice but to answer, "My mom and stepdad are Helen and Bob Parr."

He filed that bit of information away, too. He would have some research to do later. He was hoping to find out who her dad and stepmom were, but he decided not to push his luck. "Well, it's been nice talking with you, Violet, but I think I'm going to go get something to eat."

"Goodbye, Mr. Pine."

"Call me Buddy. There's not enough of an age difference between us for you to call me mister."

She frowned, but complied nonetheless, "Fine. See you around, Buddy."

With a grin, he replied, "Until next time."

)-^-

"So...what did you think of my cousin Buddy?" Kim asked Violet that night when they got back to Kim's house.

"What about him?"

"Look, I saw how uncomfortable you were with him. Are you crushing?"

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but no."

"Then why were you so tense?"

"It's...complicated."

"Oh, come on, Vi, you know you can tell me anything."

"You're not going to like it."

"Try me."

"He's-" she took a deep breath and tried again, "He's Syndrome."

Kim raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Your cousin Buddy. He's Syndrome."

Kim laughed, "The Syndrome? Very funny. He's dead, remember?"

"I'm serious, Kim. I don't know how he's alive - heck, I don't even know how I recognize him - but that was definitely Syndrome. I promise you it was."

Kim frowned. She knew from Violet's stone cold expression that there would be no changing her mind. "How is that possible?"

"I have no idea. I know one thing though: he hit the information jackpot today."

Kim frowned again and grumbled, "Yeah, thanks to me."

"It wasn't all your fault. I said more than I should have, too."

"Are you sure he recognized you?"

"Oh, absolutely. I could see it in his eyes. Didn't you notice the way he kept grinning?"

"I just thought he liked you. We're just going to have to be extra careful."

"Seriously. Hey, don't say anything about this to my parents, okay?"

"You're not going to tell them?"

"No, I'll just get in trouble."

"That's true. Plus they'd tell the NSA."

"Ew. Then they would take matters into their own hands, and we wouldn't even get to do any investigation of our own."

A small smile tugged at Kim's lips. "And that would be just horrid, wouldn't it?"

"I think we could use some adventure. I know I could...why are you looking at me that way?"

"I still think you're crushing."

"What? Are you insane? Apparently you don't remember what that man put us through. Don't make me throw up."

"Whatever you say," Kim answered with a grin; Violet didn't think Kim saw, but she did: Violet was blushing.