Her dark eyes loosely scanned the perimeter. So far, so good.

She felt a sort of wild exhileration; her heart was hammering in her chest, but she couldn't escape the grin that inched its way up her face. Tonight was the first night that she, Violet Parr (aka Miss. Incredible herself-), was allowed to make a routine patrol around Metroville. Of course, legally, they couldn't call it that. Violet wasn't allowed to parade around in uniform and take on the bad guys. Not yet.

But that whole incident with Syndrome happened two and a half months ago, towards the end of her freshman year. It was September now, and things were changing. People were petitioning for the Super's rights. There wasn't anything definite just yet, but things were looking good. Soon she might openly be good.

Not that Violet Parr, ordinary suburban daughter extrodinaire, would know anything about law really. She was just a sophomore in high school, after all.

She had her suit on beneath the civilian clothes, hair swept back with a headband.

It was late at night, maybe too late for an "ordinary suburban girl", but there wasn't really anyone she was expecting to run into this late in the evening aside from Lucius. They'd agreed to meet at Metroville City Public Park, a little foresty area just outside of the bowling rink. If anyone were to stumble across her and ask, she'd had plans to meet some friends for a little midnight bowling and, as they'd finished by now, she was just waiting for a ride home. The people around here were used to Lucius and her father stopping by for the exact same thing, so it wouldn't be too strange for Lucius to pick her up.

By the time his car parked in the alleyway beside the rink, she'd been waiting for fifteen minutes. Violet couldn't help smiling again in excitement. This was her chance to prove herself. In a second, she had her civies tucked in a backpack and a mask on her face. The hairband stayed. She ran across the street and threw her things in Lucius' backseat just as he was climbing out of the vehicle. When she turned around, he had his mask in place too.

No longer Violet and Lucius, Miss Incredible (or Invisi Girl-she's still working on the name) and Frozone were ready to patrol the night.

In the two and a half months since the Syndrome incident, she'd grown into herself quite well. Anyone would say that something about Violet had changed. She no longer hid behind that curtain of hair, and the rings beneath her eyes eased up. It seemed as if whatever had been troubling her was gone. Violet carried herself with a confidence that was almost mystifying. To strangers, it was as if she had some big secret on the edge of her tongue, ready to come out, but was decidedly teasing you about it instead. To those that knew her, it was as if there was just something about her that clicked; everything just fell into place. She was self-assured, she knew who she was. Violet had found her center.

She and Frozone didn't even need to speak a word as he handed her a communicator and they went their separate ways again. There was a routine path she had to take- and if she noticed anything out of the ordinary, she was allowed to investigate- but she wasn't allowed to handle anything serious by herself quite yet. Invisi-Girl had only free range to use her powers in the past few months. Before that, everything was just sputters of power and not-so-happy accidents. Whatever was in her that deemed itself extraordinary still seemed to be developing. She could turn invisible, create shields about her or others, and if she concentrated she could move things with her mind. The latter power allowed her to levitate a little too. When Violet and her parents visited Edna and Mr. Dickler last week to talk about it, both of them seemed to think that this power would grow.

Part of being a teen, they said, though Edna had made some comment like- "You need a new outfit, darling. Red is not for you." Which somewhat confused her. She designed the outfits after all. Edna had just smiled and said, "Things change. As you grow, so must your costume too." Then Edna had frowned. "But maybe not in red."

Frozone had gone left, and she'd gone up using her powers. Once she stood upon the rooftops, she took a moment to look out into the city. Some lights were beginning to flicker off- some areas going dark. Other areas were just beginning to come alive. A breeze came and played with her hair, tugging her in another direction. Let's go, it said. Let's fly. Another time, she promised it, before taking a running leap off this rooftop and onto the next. Time to get to work.

Early the next morning, just as the sun was beginning to peak up over the night sky, Violet slunk through the front door of her house. Her feet tracked in a little sludge from an adventure she'd had chasing some nondescript robber. Frozone'd shown up ten minutes after she called, three minutes after she'd subdued the guy.

She wasn't much of a fighter by any means, and sometimes it worked in her favor to turn invisible and be able to create shields while at a distance.

Her father sat at the table sipping a coffee, reading a newspaper. He peeked up at her once he saw that she came in. Violet knew he'd never say, would probably deny it if she asked, but he'd stayed up waiting for her to come home. "Morning Vi," he said tiredly, folding the paper over and setting it down. "Just coming in?"

"Yeah," she replied, just as exhausted. "Two robberies and one bomb threat." At his sudden tense look and worried glance, she stated, "False alarm. Some kids were playing with bottle crackers." He sighed in relief.

Bob got up from the table and gave her a side hug and a kiss on her forehead. "I'm glad you're alright."

" 'Course I am, dad. I learned from the best."

He shook his head slightly, amused, and pushed her slightly out of the room. "Go to bed, " he said. "We can talk later. You've got a lot to do tomorrow."

Violet gave a tired half wave before walking off to her room.

It was true what he'd said, after all. The school year was starting soon. She was going shopping tomorrow. She couldn't wait for the year to start.

Just as she left the kitchen, Bob pulled out a cellphone and dialed his old friend. "How'd it go?" he asked. Through the crackly end of the receiver, he heard Lucius reply, "She's a natural, Bob. Handles herself pretty well." Bob sighed again, a little more at ease. "Yeah?" Bob asked again, needing some kind of reassurance. Lucius wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for. "Yeah. It couldn't have gone better if you were there." They hung up and Bob sat back down at the table, his head in his hands.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

His baby girl was growing up.

AN:

Thanks for the reviews guys. It's been kind of long, and this has just kinda been sitting in the Doc Manager for forever. Honestly, I'd kind of forgotten that this was there. Sorry you'd had to wait on me. I have an idea of where this is going now, but regardless leave me any ideas you have. Maybe I could include little things here and there.

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