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Run, but Wrong Time to Hide

"So I was like, 'Yeah huh', and she was like, 'Nuh huh', and I couldn't believe her because, like, yeah huh she totally did! I was totally right so I couldn't believe her," a now braces free, but still ever so talkative, Kari McKeen said into her phone receiver, balancing her cell on her shoulder as she painted her toes, the T.V. mutely playing in front of her. "So then I called her best friend's boy friend's friend's second cousin's mother and she said it wasn't true, which I totally knew from the beginning!"

She screwed the cap back onto the nail polish bottle before examining her toes. Sparkly orange paint had managed to get all over the skin around the actual nails. She waved it off. She would wait till the polish dried before trying to use a q-tip to clean it up a bit. Reaching for the remote, Kari flipped through the channels, bored.

"So yeah, she's like, totally crazy and- What? Channel 8 news? Doesn't the news have, like," the clock read 3:25, "two hours before it comes on?" Holding the phone away from her ear, she clenched her teeth as the other person yelled at her to switch channels. "Geez, take a chill pill," Kari said though she did change to channel 8.

There wasn't much to make Kari speechless, though one could add seeing the picture of Violet Parr, her best friend – though images of the other night's party floated back to her mind: kissing some random guy, a shocked Violet, having a major hangover when she had reawaken in a bed that wasn't her own made her stomach knot – right next to an image of Invisagirl and then listed that the two people were the same people could definitely be added to the list of things that make Kari McKeen shut up…

REQUIEM OF A TIMELINE

It had taken a few deep breaths, and a mental pep talk for Violet to become visible once again. She joined her family, who had been anxiously waiting for her return, at the table. With the knowledge of what happened to her after the party, she had to take a moment to hug both her mother and father before moving to her siblings. Once that was through the meeting could begin.

"We've decided to start a program," Dicker said in his usual serious tone. "It's open to all consenting Supers, of course. The NSA and the government realize that we owe way too much to all of you to force you to this," he said looking at all the members of the Incredibles and Frozone.

"What else can we do other than accept whatever this plan is?" Bob slammed his fist down on the table, his grief turning to anger. "It was horrible enough when we were forced to not use our powers, what makes us, us!"

"Bob!" Helen exclaimed trying to calm down her husband.

Mr. Parr ignored his wife, standing from his seat. "But least then we still had some kind of reassurance that if anyone ever found out our secret identities it was because WE had screwed up! This time, the government did and it's not something that can be fixed with your memory-erasing machine!"

"ROBERT!"

"WHAT?"

Helen and Bob looked at each other, both stressed and angered. After a few stressed moments they sat down quietly, Bob reaching for Helen's hand under the table, squeezing it reassuringly as they both took strength from each other. Violet watched this display silently. Her parents needed support and she was amazed that in this tense atmosphere they could stand together like this. They were truly incredible. Just from what Mirage had told her alone had caused Violet to want to hide in a hole and never come out. She wondered if she'd ever have the chance to meet someone who would support her, cry with her, love her like her parents did each other.

Glancing over at Dash, she knew when their eyes connected that he was relying on her as his older sister. Despite having the cocky attitude of any thirteen year old boy, Violet was still his older sister and she couldn't just fall apart right in front of him. She had had long discussions with her parents about breaking from the team once she turned eighteen, and creating her own Super identity. This responsibility was much bigger than getting a new costume design. Though she'd still be doing the same thing she had been doing since she was fourteen, the risks would be greater. She would more than likely move to a different city that needed a Super. No one would be watching her back anymore. If she ever found herself overwhelmed by her opponent that was it. Game over.

She and her parents had spent long nights discussing the responsibility of this. Back then it had seemed difficult but straightforward. Back then, she had a secret identity to hide behind. No longer, but the same amount of responsibility, maybe even more with the current situation, was being placed on her shoulder and she had to be strong, if not for herself than at least for her family.

"So what's this plan you have for us?" Lucius asked breaking the silence. Nodding to Mirage, Dicker allowed the woman to place a file on the table before the Supers. "I mean, it's obvious that just moving us to another location won't work."

"As I'm sure, you have all probably heard of cryogenics – the study of materials and organisms at very, very cold temperatures," Mirage stated as Bob opened the file. Within it were several sheets but the first was of a black and white photo of an old man. "The first person whose body was cryonically preserved was James Bedford in 1967. Since then, others who have feared death have tried this method, hopping that in the future they'll be able to be revived-"

"Wait, just…just hold on a sec," Lucius interrupted. "I hope the crazy thought I'm thinking, is NOT the same crazy thought that you're about to propose to us!"

"Actually it is," Agent Dicker affirmed. "Even before the first Anti-Super laws we've been planning this just in case. Rest assured that what you've heard in the media about the topic of freezing a person has been purely fictional."

"The government couldn't just let anyone know that the process can work," Mirage added.

Helen blinked "Can?"

Mirage looked at the other woman. Violet knew that though the two would never be close as friends they did hold a mutual respect for the other…frenimies without the pleasantries and backhanded comments. If there was something they didn't like neither woman would hesitate to point it out to the other.

"Can as it can only work for people with high metabolic rates and neural activity. Supers to be exact." Mirage looked at Lucius. "Unfortunately, it doesn't work for non-Supers. Which is why this is an optional alternative."

Violet looked at the adults in this room. This all seemed too much for her to comprehend. Did things really need to be this extreme?

Luckily, Dash thought the same thing. "Isn't this like, ya know, a little drastic? I mean, you're turning us to popsicles!"

Violet nodded, finding herself unable to speak though she probably wouldn't have said it any better herself.

"You're right, son. It is drastic," Agent Dicker nodded. "But you don't have that many options. Your identities are out in the open. Some will praise you, some will treat you like gods, and others will fear and hate you. Unfortunately, it seems likely that the latter will happen. You all can return home but from there the NSA won't be able to do much in term of protection for you. You'll always be on your guard and you'll never be able to trust anyone outside of this group again. You'll be segregated because of your differences. However, if you take this opportunity, the NSA can give you another chance at a new life. It may be like how life was before you came out as the Incredibles, but your personal lives will be safe in a time that may be better prepared for the existence of Supers."

The room was silent. If Violet thought the room was tense before then she honestly didn't know what she was experiencing now. Her parents looked at each other, as if asking each other what to do, what would be good for their family.

"But," she said, years of progress going down the drain as everyone turned his or her attention towards Violet. She fiddled with her hands as she continued, "but what about the people we're supposed to protect?"

No one answered. And the question hung in the air like a heavy weight. The answer was obvious though: in order to protect their family, they would have to be selfish.

Agent Dicker allowed them all to go to private rooms that had been turned to makeshift apartments for their Super guests, giving them time to think the proposal over. Tired, the Parr family all found themselves climbing into beds that didn't hold the comfort of their own.

Violet shifted, trying not to disturb Dash and Jack-Jack who were also sharing the bed with her. Things just seemed so surreal, including the prospect of being frozen for an indefinite amount of time until this situation blew over. "If it ever blows over," she thought sullenly to herself, drifting into a fitful sleep.

When she awoke in the morning, her parents were huddled over a table, holding each other hands like the other was their tether to the earth. They were whispering quietly to each other, still not aware that she was awake. She watched silently as Bob pushed a lock of hair out of Helen's face, her mother placing her small hand on top of Bob's much larger hand, keeping it on her cheek as they stared into the other's eyes.

It was simple, yet so deeply intimate that Violet closed her eyes pushing away thoughts of heart breaking boys, lying best friends, and a world truly without Supers. Instead, she focused on Jack-Jack's even breathing and Dash's snoring, lulling her into a brief sense of security before falling back to sleep.

She couldn't exactly remember when or how the decision was made official but soon after she had awakened for the second time she and her family were quickly brought over to a larger section of the NSA. The room they entered was full of agents in suits and scientists in lab coats all shuffling around with a great sense of urgency.

In the middle of all of this were five capsules, attached to a machine that seemed to hum loudly as wisps of cold fog escaped from it. With all the chords and wires around the room Violet couldn't help but feel intimidated by it all. After all, her life was being put into these machines metaphorical hands.

Lucius greeted them sadly. She already knew that he wouldn't be participating. Honey wasn't a Super and the iceman wasn't going to leave his loved one behind unprotected, but he also couldn't leave without saying good-bye to what had become like his second family.

Lucius picked Jack-Jack up, tossing him in the air, eliciting a squeal of joy from the young boy before putting him down, ruffling Dash's hair before they both knocked fist together, the speedster holding back tears. Violet received a strong hug, followed by her mother before Lucius came to Bob. Both men stared at each other. They were the definition of true brothers in everything but blood. They had been through a lot in their younger days and both men held back tears as they shook hands before embracing the other tightly before the entire family joined in for a group hug.

"Whenever you're ready," Mirage said as if she wished she didn't have to intrude upon such an intimate moment.

"See ya in the future, partner," Bob saluted.

"See ya in the future," Lucius nodded back before stepping back from the family and allowing Mirage to usher them forward.

"It's simple. One by one, each of you will get into a capsule," she explained. "Once you're in there you will be injected with a sedative that's supposed to help with the freezing process. Soon after that…" she trailed off before forcing a smile on her that. "Soon after that, the next time you wake up you'll be in a better time."

Mr. Parr placed his hand on the white hair woman's shoulder, "Thank you," he said nodding to Agent Dicker, "Both of you".

"It wasn't always easy to work with you," Dicker said, turning his back towards the family, hiding his emotions. "But I damn sure don't know of any man," he said looking over his shoulder at Bob before looking at the rest of the Parrs, "or any group of people that I would rather work with." And with that, the process began.

Mr. Incredible was first. He kissed his wife and hugged his children tightly before he stepped in. He was able to give his family thumbs up before they closed the capsule. Violet felt her mother's hands on her shoulder tighten as she looked at her husband. Bob gave them all one final look before the inside of the capsule was flash frozen with liquid nitrogen. Violet tried to avoid the stillness in her father's face. It looked too much like death.

Time seemed to go slow. Dash and Jack-Jack were next, followed by Helen. When Violet looked back up, she was the last one. Hesitantly stepping into the capsule, Violet took her last final look around, trying to remember the last glimpse of things familiar to her but nothing other than Agent Dicker, Mirage, and Lucius were remotely familiar. She felt a pinch on her shoulder as the sedative was injected into her, the capsule closing.

Eyes nearly half closed, she struggled to keep her eyes opened as muffled sounds of gunshots, screams, and alarms suddenly started outside of her capsule. She wasn't sure what was happening as she felt her self lose consciousness. All she was aware of in her final moments was the same rush she felt every time she created a force field and the desire to once again see her family before she joined the dead…

Then, all she knew was darkness...

Yes! Another chapter. This was honestly one of those chapters that made me want to pull my hair out, a lot of information and plot build up. But do you know what this means? Next chapter will have Wilbur! I think...-looks at outline- YES! Wilbur will reappear next chapter!

I want to thank everyone for their support. I'm really into this story, probably because I'm such a hopeless romantic and the idea that under normal circumstances these two really can't be together, but isn't that one reason for fan fiction? To make that happen! But again, the support from all my reviewers has been awesome and I hope I don't disappoint you.

Anywho, nothing more to say so...PLEASE REVIEW!