Thank you everyone for your reviews. I'm glad that most of you like it. Just so everyone knows, I increased the rating of the story because I just wanted to make sure it didn't get deleated due to the adult situations. Sorry if this upsets anyone.

I don't own The Incredibles or anything to do with them, I simply own this little plotline. Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Violet, you can't seriously be considering staying in on your birthday?"

Violet sighed before lowering her book and looking at her roommate and best friend Christy. The blonde beauty was always ready to party, get drunk, meet guys, and nurse a hangover the next day. Today she just had good excuse.

"Come on Vi, We totally have to get down and party. If we don't…it'll be just like any other day, boring. Besides, you don't turn 24 everyday. It's a cause to celebrate…and to get you good and drunk and maybe even lose that virginity you keep so protected."

She chuckled. Christy always did have a way with words, even when they seemed insulting.

It was true that she was still a virgin, but it wasn't because she didn't want to have sex, it was because guys couldn't handle her. Besides her powers didn't approve of her having sex. It seemed every time she was getting intimate with a guy her powers would flare up and put a force field around her. It was usually a mood-killer.

"And why would I want to go out and do something like that?" Violet said with a slight smirk.

"Come on…please?" Christy said with a sad look on her face. The girl had a real knack for acting she was almost in tears.

Violet sighed before setting her book aside. "Fine, but don't let me get too drunk this time."

Christy jumped up and hugged Violet before grabbing her hand and dragging her across the apartment into her room. "If we're going to party, we have to look good."

Syndrome looked around the crowded club. The noise and lights were annoying him, but it was the only place to get a good drink in town. Sure there were a few bars around, but the best drinks were at The Spot…and it was only there that no one bothered him.

Tonight he was going to hunt down Violet Parr. She was going to be the start to his revenge and he couldn't really start it until he found her.

He was just about to start on his second beer when he felt a slight tremor go up his back. It wasn't like he was being watched or anything…it was more like a familiar air had suddenly encircled him.

He turned his head slightly to the right and that's when he saw her.

Violet Parr was sitting next to him at the bar. His job just got a whole lot easier.

She was talking to a girl that was with her.

"Christy, I just don't want to dance yet. I am simply not drunk enough to do so."

"But Violet…"

"Later, I promise. First I need a few drinks in me."

"Fine…but I'll hold you to it. Besides we have to find you a man, not these boys you keep insisting on seeing."

"Alright."

The blonde walked away. Syndrome took that moment to really look at Miss Parr as she was now.

Ten years ago she had been a scrawny little child not worth noticing, but now she was a woman. She wore an ordinary black dress that clung to her curves just right. Her hair was curled and hanging around her face like waves. Her blue eyes stood out in the dim lighting of the club and her figure…he didn't want to dwell to long on that. If he did, he may not be able to think about his mission long enough to complete it.

Looking at her made him feel rather old…and something else that he didn't recognize. He took another swig from his beer as he looked away from her.

Violet didn't even notice anyone else. It there was one place she hated it was The Spot, but when she needed to get good and drunk that was the place to go.

It was in this place that she drank away Tony's break-up. Granted she had to nab a fake ID to do it, but she did it nonetheless. Now here she was again, only this time to celebrate the passing of another year.

Violet really wished she was stronger willed and could resist Christy's act. No matter how strong her powers became or how strong she became physically, she still was too weak to resist the fake tears Christy could create.

Over the years her powers had grown and expanded. Now she could create force fields over entire buildings, she could make anything she touched go invisible as well as herself, and she had even gained a new power, the ability to sometimes see into the future.

This last power was more recent and not nearly as developed. In fact, it had only happened a few times and she wasn't even sure how she did it.

The first time she had been moving into her new apartment and she had seen in her head a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes asking her for a chance to be her new roommate. Within a week such a girl appeared. It was Christy.

The second time had been when she was studying for a test. She was in the middle of learning about the Civil War when she had a vision of her passing her test with flying colors. The next day she took the test and a week later learned that her vision had come true.

It seemed that these visions were always about something happening to her and could only be about mundane things, nothing important.

Or so she thought.

As she was about to take a sip of her strawberry margarita, she saw it.

The room was dark and creepy almost like she was underground, but surprisingly she felt calm and happy.

She was lying on something rather soft and felt rather comfortable. An arm was slung about her waist that wasn't one of her own. A hard body was pressed up behind her giving her the feeling of security.

The body moved suddenly and a voice whispered in her ear, "Good morning, Violet."

The vision faded, but Violet was sure she knew that voice before. At that moment she didn't want to try and identify it, besides it usually took about a week for her visions to come true so she had time to dwell on it later.

Syndrome narrowed his eyes as he watched her stop halfway from taking a sip of her drink and just stare into space for a few moments. That was rather strange.

For the next hour he did nothing but watch her from his seat next to her. In that hour, she drank another margarita and was rapidly becoming drunk. Apparently she couldn't hold her alcohol. Finally her friend approached her.

"Violet, I just met the best guy ever. He and I are going to go someplace a little quieter, do you think you can make it home on your own?"

"Sure," she answered with a wide grin, "Go get your groove thing on."

The blonde smiled before hugging Violet and rushing off. As soon as she was out of eyesight the dark haired super turned back to the bar and began to mumble to herself, at least she thought she was mumbling.

"Every time we go out she finds a guy. Every time she ditches me for someone else. Some times I simply hate her, even if she is my best friend."

"I know what you mean," he said. Apparently the alcohol he had been consuming had loosened his tongue a bit.

Violet turned her blue eyes onto the man that had been sitting next to her at the bar all this time. He seemed familiar, but she couldn't place him. He had short red hair that seemed to stick out all over the place, like a wild fire. He had sharp blue eyes that felt like they could actually cut you if you weren't careful, and a light dash of freckles across the bridge of his nose.

"Excuse me."

Syndrome turned to her trying his damnest not to look at her low neckline. He kept his gaze fixed on her eyes.

"I said that I know what you mean. Sometimes you just have to hate the people you care about. It is just the way life works."

Violet took another sip of her drink before narrowing her eyes. "That doesn't make much sense. Why would you hate someone you care about?"

"Because sometimes that is just the way life works out," he said before taking another swig of his beer. "For example, when I was young I used to idolize this hero of mine, but in the end I was betrayed and hurt. Turns out he wasn't really worth idolizing. I tried to prove that I was better than him and ended up making a fool of myself. I nearly died."

Violet nodded. "I die a little bit each time I think about what I'm missing out on."

For a few seconds they were silent. Suddenly a loud song came on and Violet jumped up with a smile on her face. "Come dance with me."

Syndrome narrowed his eyes. "What?"

"Come dance with me. It's my birthday and I want you to dance with me."

Syndrome thought about this for a second. It was obvious the girl didn't recognize him, and she was a little drunk. He smiled. Perhaps kidnapping her would be easier than he thought.

"Sure, let's dance."

Violet smiled before grabbing his hand and pulling him out on the dance floor. She pushed her way through the crowd before she found the perfect spot. She pulled Syndrome close and started dancing.

Syndrome didn't dance much ever. Being a villain bent on revenge didn't leave a lot of time for socializing. Violet, however, seemed to have more practice at it and was currently rubbing against his body in a very suggestive manner, causing all sorts of thoughts and reactions to go through him at once.

"You don't dance much do you?" Violet said directly into his ear. For a moment he didn't answer, just let the warmth of her breath caress his ear as he tried to control his libido.

"No, I don't dance at all."

"I'll teach you." Syndrome was about to protest when she grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips. "Just move your body with mine," she whispered in what sounded to him as a very sensual voice.

He followed her instructions very well and before he knew it she was almost putty in his arms.

He knew he was enjoying this too much. It had been too long since he had been with a woman, too long since a woman had been in his arms, too long since he had felt wanted.

He had to get out of there, he had to get out of there now, but he had to get the girl to come with him too.

"Hey, let's get out of here. The noise is really starting to give me a headache."

"I'll bet," she whispered before sliding her hips against his own, feeling the obvious state of his arousal. He nearly groaned. "Let's go."

He quickly paid for their drinks and led her out of the club. Once outside he hailed a cab. "By the way," she said as he opened the door for her, "what's your name?"

He smiled. "Pine, Buddy Pine."