AN: I don't FMA or any related characters. Any similarities with "The Incredibles" which I also don't own were purpose.
The Unstoppables
A normal city somewhere in Amestris. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. It was a peaceful little town. And especially the Phoenix Streetwas a peaceful, normal environment. In this street lived the Mustang-Hawkeye-family in a beautiful house. They were normal people – but only to the eyes of someone who didn't know who they were really …
"EDWARD!" the blond woman screamed as she left her bedroom and nearly tripped over a shoe the boy called Edward had dropped carelessly on the floor. She was a beautiful woman with long blond hair and a perfect shape. Her waist was slim and she was curvy. Her golden hair was already combed and framed her heart-shaped face with the huge brown eyes.
"I'm sorry, mom!" a golden-haired boy emerged from his own room and picked the shoe up before he smiled sheepishly. "I didn't want to hurt you. I am truly sorry, mom."
"Never do this again, Ed," she sighed. "I don't want a broken leg and I don't want to go to hospital. You know why. So … if you would please refrain from throwing everything on the ground, then I wouldn't yell at you this often. I don't like it and you don't like it either."
"Having the same discussion again, sweetheart?"
They both starred at the man who just appeared in the kitchen door. He was handsome with his black eyes and his black hair. His skin was pale and flawless.
"Good morning, Roy," the woman said darkly. "Why are you already in the kitchen?"
"It is your birthday today, angel!" he laughed. "And as your husband I am supposed to be awfully kind today. I am not allowed to make jokes about your age … or about anything else."
"I hate to destroy your self-image … but you are never allowed to make jokes about her, dad," Edward said. "You could try it … if you have some death wish…"
Roy pouted before he kissed the woman. "Good morning, beautiful, young and strong wife," he whispered, "and happy birthday."
"Good morning, mom!" another boy smiled as he entered the room. His hair was shorter but he looked very similar to the other boy. "And I wish you a happy birthday!"
"Thank you, Alphonse," she said. "But now we should start breakfast or you'll all be late for work again. Edward, don't forget your appointment today. Alphonse, you have piano lessons today. Roy, you'll leave tomorrow for this conference in West City. I hope you are prepared…"
"I am, Riza," he said. "Well, I will leave now. The Hughes', the Force's and even the Mayer's are coming over for diner this evening. You'll get your present when everyone is there. Ah – and some of the other guys will come too."
"I see," she replied. "Well, boys, your father will drive you to school today. I have to clean the house and to walk Black Hayate. We will see each other at lunch, alright?"
The woman was cleaning the living room as the phone rang. "Riza Hawkeye," she sighed.
"Good morning, Mrs Hawkeye. My name is Paul Allen; I am the principal of the Sacred-Heart-High-School for Boys. Could you please come over? We need to discuss something concerning your son Edward," a male voice said calmly. "How fast can you be here?"
"I'm already on my way," she sighed. "I will be there in a flash…"
She left the room, got her dog and took her shiny car. Four minutes later she reached the school and jogged to the principal's office. She knocked and entered the room. Her dark eyes scanned the room and she frowned at Edward who tried to be smaller than usual. Then she looked at the principal. "What is today's reason for the call?" she asked.
"Mr Goldbergh told me that Edward was disrespectful in class and that your son put drawing pins on his chair," the principal said. "And it isn't the first time that you are here, is it?"
"Does Mr Goldbergh have any proof?" Riza asked. "Or is it again a false accusation against my son like the other thirty times you interrupted me during my work?"
"Mrs Hawkeye…" Mr Allen tried to start.
"It's still Professor Hawkeye to you," she hissed. "Try to look at it from my position. I'm a scientist and a housewife. The only time of the day that I get something done around the house is when I am alone. And I don't appreciate it when you call me during these hours. And without a proof it's pointless to punish my son, do you understand?"
"Well, Professor, Mr Goldbergh said he has proof this time," the head teacher said.
Riza glared at her son. Oh, she knew that he was guilty every time she had to come to school, but she would never admit it. She preferred to bail him out and punishing him herself. Unlike the teachers she knew what Edward and Alphonse had been through and she vowed to protect them. In addition they didn't need any teachers who punish the boys. Edward and Alphonse were different from other pupils like Roy and Riza were different from other adults.
Her voice was sharp and cold as she spoke again. "I want to see this proof," she said.
"I knew you would say this, Professor Hawkeye," Mr Goldbergh said as he entered the room. "I knew that you are a responsible woman with an unclouded judgement." He inserted a video cassette in the player and started the film. "I still don't know how he does it but he does it."
Edward avoided his mother's glare. He knew that he was in trouble and her punishment would be worse than any punishment the school could give him.
"Well, I don't see anything out of the ordinary," Riza said calmly. "My son sits at his desk. Is it forbidden for pupils now to obey the rules? My, my, I don't see any sense in it! He does nothing! How dare you to accuse my son of such a crime? How dare you to keep me away from my work? The bills won't get paid when I am here and don't work. Did you ever try to understand how hard it is for me to leave my work at least twice the week to listen to your false accusations against my son? My husband and I, we chose this school because we were told that it is a great school which supports the pupils. I am not sure about it any longer! Another incident like this – and my sons will be homeschooled. It won't make any difference since your incompetence keeps me away from my research!"
The principal bowed his head. "We apologise, Professor," he said. "I apologise. I thought he had a better proof against your son. I hope you will forgive us, Edward."
"Sure thing," he grinned. "I would probably do the same thing if mysterious things happen in the classroom and no one seems to do them…"
"Can I take him home with me?" Riza interrupted. "It's my birthday today and I need some help."
"Of course!" the head master said. "I am sorry, Professor Hawkeye."
Riza grabbed Edward's arm and dragged him to her car before she glared at him. "Care to explain why you were again in this office, Ed?" she hissed. "Unlike your teachers, I saw what you did. Why can't you be a nice boy? Why do you always get in trouble?"
"I just hate Goldbergh!" Edward murmured. "And I hate this school! Today our topic was the downfall of the superheroes! And he talked bad about them. He said that they … we were just a gang of freaks. And I just thought 'Well, now one of them is totally kicking your ass!' and put the drawing pin on his chair. I didn't know about the camera but … I was too fast for it."
"Edward," she sighed. "I know how much it hurts when we are called 'freaks' or something like that. And I also know that you are a very prideful boy. You miss the time when you didn't have to care about using your skills because you were a hero like all of us. But now it isn't like that anymore. We need to live in the shadows. We cannot use our skills. And sometimes we need to make a fist in our pocket and swallow our pride. It hurts me too when somebody says that we're freaks. But you cannot let it hurt you, Edward. You have to ignore it."
"I know!" he yelled. "But it's horrible! I never got the chance to use my power! I was too young! You can say that it's hard to suppress it every day, but you had a chance to use it!"
"And that's the reason why it is much harder for me or Roy to suppress it," Riza said. "We had many years in which we were celebrated. We were heroes, the people actually liked us. And then the government told us to live undercover. You were a child of only six years. I was an adult. I used my skills since my birth. I had eighteen years in which I never had to control myself. I was free back then." She lowered her head. "Don't tell me that I could never understand how you feel, Edward. I suffer too. I used to save the world with my skills, now I am a housewife. Hell, I am just twenty-four and official mother of two teenagers. Even the age in my passport is faked. My whole life is a lie. I live with an old partner of mine as a happily married couple and I take care of two children which aren't my own. The government killed my whole life, Edward."
"So, why didn't you protest against it?" the boy asked. "You were Hawk Girl for crying out loud!"
"Because all those who protested had so-called accidents," his 'mother' replied. "Cerulean tripped over a banana and broke her neck. My father, Fire, protested and died when his house burnt down. Protesting meant to die … and I don't want to die. I prefer the life of a dead woman over being killed in an 'accident'."
"But you like dad, don't you?" Edward asked.
"Yes," she nodded. "Before we became partners, we were lovers. But after our 'marriage' his feelings for me disappeared. That's what I regret the most."