Okay, Part one! In this one I might have messed with the timeline, so the ten years is after the first movie, so Violet is about 25 and Dash 21? And I just made Jack-Jack 15, so deal with it... I know that's not actually the time line but what ever. I only own what's mine. Enjoy.

(Syndrome's POV)

I sighed, looking between the papers on my desk and the knife in my hands. Trying and ultimately failing to decide which one was the best choice. Neither sounded nice, the second was a sharp pain and a hopefully merciful ending -if he bothered to aim it well. And the other was a long and even more painful process, one he would walk away from, but with no pride left. The papers were the last part of the case that had lasted two years -Sydrome vs Mr. Incredible. A lengthy and painful process as his once famed hero did everything in his power to have the hammer dropped on him. It's not like he didn't deserve it, he couldn't tell you how many heroes he had killed -It's not like he bothered to count back then but he knew better now. Forty six heroes. Forty six lives snuffed out by his stupid need to prove his idol wrong. Mr. Incredible was right, he really was just a child pretending to be a hero. He also built the giant robot that would have destroyed the entire city -adding the military personnel -his death toll was now in the hundreds.

107.

He knew he messed up. He knew he could never undo the damage caused by his pride but buddy found for the first time in a long time he didn't want to die. He leaned back, rubbing his shoulder, feeling the scarred flesh underneath and the short stub that was once his right arm. He remembers that day so clearly and would never forget it.

His hands were down, desperately scraping the smooth metal of the planes wing. Trying to grasp onto something, anything... but there was nothing to grab on too. Buddy's heart stopped when the fluttering stopped, the sick tug on his back like a child grasping his mother shirt before he was pulled back, screaming as his body was dragged into the turbine. The force had pulled him onto his back, his right arm flying backwards as it was the first thing to get caught in the engine. The turbine blade had sliced through the suit, but not all the way, as the materials were specific and designed to protect him from the invincible robot he had made but the suit wasn't perfect. After all, he had his remote to stop it before things got to out of hand... or that's what he had foolishly thought. The blades were like knives. Slicing into the hardened material, embedding halfway in his arm and causing the other blades to stutter, breaking the mechanisms inside it. The turbine spun again, three times, flipping his body through the blades and thankfully avoiding damage but the pressure from the other fully functioning engine and the explosion from the car did the rest. The blade above him twists, snapping off as the second explosion hits, embedding itself in his ribs and adding the needed force to rip the rest of his limb off. The gasoline and the force was enough to throw him from the plane. It was a miracle that he even survived.

The first thing that he'd do is make a new arm. A better, stronger one.

That also took money, and money took projects but seeing as the second option took over 70 percent of his profits it would have to be big projects. Maybe he could help push the tables for injured war vets and amputees, seeing as he was one now and could struggle on a personal level with their pain. Buddy sighed, running a hand down his face and picked up the phone, calling his lawyer and not bothering to be the least bit secretive as the government was already listening and groans when the line picks up.

"Fine," he spits out. Not caring if she knew who was calling or not "I'll do it, I'll sign the stupid contract. God," he pushes the papers away "Sid Corp is going to be fucking legit, are you people happy now?!"

The lawyers arrived 20 minutes later, the government in tow. Eagerly monitoring my agreement as I signed the papers and through the pen away. They snatched them up like rabbit dogs fighting over food, moved over to the next table and place them in a fortified briefcase, doing a number of sequences before it locks with a sinister click, the three men and one woman look back at me. The scariest one hands me a large yellow envelope.

"Congratulations Buddy, you just got your life back… Or what's left of it anyway."

I hated to admit it but his sick smile sent a shiver down my spine.

Even now, I stood looking over an impossible choice, brought forwards by a now fired assistant who clearly had no sense of style or taste as the three costumes on his bed all but screamed murder and not the fun kind. A ninja, fire fighter and cowboy. All horrible options as he'd spent more than his fair share on the other side of the law and a cowboy seemed to ironic for him to do. He wanted nothing more than to toss all the clothes out the window and go back to the drawing board but the court demanded he got weekly "outings". I think they hoped I'd find some other way to express my anger and aggression. I found it tedious and annoying being surrounded by nothing but fake people with faker personalities... but it was go to the party or go back to jail. Syndrome sighed, running a hand down his face, would it be too cheesy to go in his old suit?

On the other side of town a female was stuck with the same problem, now stuck between an impossible choice that her roommate all but thrusted into her chest.

"Oh come on Vi," she sighs "Play on the wild side a little!"

Violet couldn't help but sigh, if she only knew how much violet actually played on the wild side, only under the new name of Miss Disappear. The name made her laugh but also taught her a valuable lesson, reminding her of her strengths but also her weaknesses. A good way to stay humble, even in the pressures of the public eye.

"What happened to my other costume?" she asks, looking around for the cute kitty costume she's worn for the last three years.

"It ah... had a little fight with the garbage can and lost. Badly," the first female voice says, walking into her room "Oh come on Vi, for me. Please. You have a killer body, just find a little of that confidence I know is buried in you and let it out. You have more power than you think."

Violet wasn't sure if it was the quote, the one her mother had said on the island that night, or the fact that it was Halloween and she may have had a few drinks before dinner. Either way she reluctantly looked down at her choices, placing one on the bed and the other on the mirror and spun around, eyes closed a few times before stopping. With a new found sense of dizziness she also had her costume, a sexy witch costume with an impossibly short skirt and thigh high stockings. She sighs, closing the door she changed, slipping the disk into her bra cup, the small round disk that held her costume. That was one thing she liked about the last costume, it was long enough to hide her super suit in but thankfully in the last ten years Edna had out done herself again and actually made a device, cleverly hidden in plain sight as a small make up case, that absorbed the suit or put it in place with a glimmering ray of light that bathed her body, switching places with the clothes she was already wearing. Violet moved, adding the bracelets on her arms and legs and when no one was looking pushed the top of the case, watching as the bracelets blinked, logging her current outfit into the database which allowed her to make the switch. And after a quick look at the pad -the pink blush fading out to show her a computer screen and the 2D picture of her outfit- and nodded, placing it in her bra once more and left the room, keys and clutch in hand.

She couldn't stop giving herself a once over at every window they passed. Not out of vanity or something like that. Well maybe just a little as her hourglass body inherited from her mother really was quiet stunning -but to make sure she was still wearing the revealing outfit. She was used to the tightness, her suit was practically a second skin, but the cool air that blew under her dress and down the large V shaped drop on her breasts had the confident woman wanting nothing more than to disappear from the scene. The pointed hat was pinned to her long black hair, curled in mermaid curls that cascaded down her back, was the only thing actually staying in place on their five minute walk to the party.

The party. That was the other problem. This year was Chrissy's turn to pick the place, and like her personality, the blonde was a real party girl, always picking places that had Violet lingering on the wall till it ended or slipping out the bathroom window if trouble shook the calm streets. Keeping an eye on the time so she could swoop in at the last minute, drink in hand, which she hadn't actually touched and escort her very drunk friend home as she was bombarded by angered stares. She never understood how they could be so angry, but being a woman she has never had to suffer through blue balls. Then they both slipped into bed, the blonde wrapping her arms around Violets waist as she fell asleep, both girls exhausted from the nights activities. When it was violets turn she chose a more intimate party, a get together with good friends, food and a night of cards and alcohol. Then and only then would Violet have a drink or two of wine, only enough to get mildly tipsy but sober enough to fight.

The supers had been on the rise lately, every year brought new heroes, most were the children from past heroes, close friends of Violets as the kids would often watch over each other when their parents were needed. Some of the best memories were spending nights at Honey's house, stuck on babysitting duty with Frozones wife. For a calm man his wife was the opposite. Loud, opinionated, sharp as a knife and a weapon of mass destruction should the need arise for it. Her caramel colored hair always rolled in a tight bun and chocolate kissed skin that never seemed to change. Violet had learned a lot from Honey, even how to be a strong woman in and out of the suit. In times of distress Violet often thought, 'what would Honey do?' those four words had gotten her out of more tight spots than she wanted to admit. Not out of embarrassment but for the simple fact that the chocolate skinned woman would never let her live it down.

She had to say those four words again as she looked up at the two store building, lights and music blasting on the first floor, and the second, an open roof, guarded by glass walls, keeping anyone drunk enough from falling off and sighed. Given her roommates excited voice bouncing off the walls for a week, the black haired raven had signed the weekend off, a large -highly secure- website developed by the government that showed who was and wasn't on active duty and who could step in when trouble was needed. Violet wasn't excited about spending the next five hours fighting off drunken idiots trying to sleep with her friend but the only thing that worried her more was leaving her here alone. Violet stopped at a stop sign, drowning out the sound of Chrissy chatting, it was easier with the growing music and took another look at the active supers.

(Violet's POV)

Monster. -A few of the newest additions to the team, my youngest brother Jack-Jack. Who after dealing with a few months of changing powers was gifted with the ability to shape shift, turning into a large red monster with enormous strength, speed, hearing and smell. Then there was...

Crystal Queen. Typical. The only daughter of Frozone and Honey, conceived a few months after Jack-jack was born and like her father Sophia was gifted with the powers of ice and her mothers fiery temper.

It was common knowledge that Jack-Jack and Sophia were a thing and often teamed up to cover night shifts -as they knew each others secrets- and didn't have to come up with reasons for spending most of the night out. They followed each other around like lost puppies. I'd be more concerned if one name was on the list and not the other, though that did little to help the small flame of worry as Jack-Jack and Sophia were teenagers and it was 'I hate you' one second and 'franticly groping each other in any dark corner they could find themselves alone in for five minutes' the next, which proved slightly distracting during a fight.

Glimmer. -also another fairly new member of the force, only having three or four years of experience under her belt. She has the ability to use gold dust, that can harden to withstand almost anything.

Pyro. -Thank god Pyro was there. A seasoned hero and one of my closest male friends. Gifted with the ability to copy, mostly using fire to fight with.

and... my fingers scrolled down to the newest addition to the list that wasn't there half an hour ago.

Quick silver. -The silver blur or as I knew him, Dash, my younger brother. Gifted with the ability of speed, that seemed to keep increasing as last year he broke the speed of sound. not only that but he seems to be able to heal others with the speed he generates while running.

Quick silver? My eyes flashed over the name a second time. It wasn't often that Dash signed up for night watch, at least on a holiday as my brother liked to party, a real looker and quite easy on the eyes. I often joked that the only thing faster than his speed was his need to find another girlfriend. A feeling bloomed in my chest, the need to call my brother and ask if everything was alright but it was hard to do as Chrissy pulls my arm, pulling me beside her and I reluctantly slide my thumb down the screen, logging out of the site before she could see what I was doing. I shake my head, trying to focus on her words knowing that the night was covered. Putting all things aside I knew each and everyone of them were talented heroes and slid my phone into my clutch.

"Hello?! Earth to Violet?" Chrissy says, elbowing me in the ribs, that would bruise later.

"What?" I ask, turning to look at her "What?"

"Jeez? Where do you go? It's like your in your own world, you are a ghost here, practically invisible."

I glance down at my hands, making sure I really wasn't. A bad habit from my childhood actually. I had spent so much time letting myself wander and letting my body do what it wanted that now when I space out I run a 40 percent chance I'll really disappear -and when I see my hand, still a fleshy colour I sigh. Running my hand over my head- err, hat. And smile.

"I don't know why you insist on picking places like this, you know I always feel out of place." I sigh, looping my arm tighter to hers as a few males walk by, clearly liking the amount of skin we had put on for show, this added to my earlier nerves and turn back to my roommate. Chrissy was all but drinking in the attention, her pearly white smile growing every step we took.

"Well they said this one would be fun," she laughs

"They?!" I ask, looking at her like she'd grown two heads "Where did you hear this from? Because statistically speaking, if more than five people know about a house party there is a 95 percent chance it will get busted."

"First of all, you are such a nerd." Chrissy groans "And second, its not a house, its a club."

"A club?!"

I look at my roommate, a guilty smile on her face as she pulls me closer to the music. I could feel the sweat running down the back of my neck and couldn't kick the knot forming in my stomach. Was it too late to run?

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