*waves happily*

He he... Yeah here I am again with my fourth Synletshot. This little thing goes with the same Storyline as "Dark". But in the timeline "Asfd" happens before "Dark".

Why I didn't upload it in the right order? Because I wrote "Dark" first and "Asfd" came to me as a separate one-shot and then I was like "HEY... Look at that. It fits together. How cool is that?"

But now enough about that, I hope you like this. The dance scene was a bit difficult for me to write, because it has been my first try on something like this. Anyway, the whole time I wrote on "Asfd" last year, I was listening to "Paralyzer" from "Finger Eleven". If you haven't heard it yet, go and listen to it. The song is really cool.

And now on with the show!

A strictly forbidden drug

The Club was full and Violet had the time of her life. She and her friends were dancing, laughing and drinking without a care for the world. Tonight she would only be Violet. She would only be herself in a perfect normal way.

Since two month now she was 21, a complete adult and she enjoyed every minute of it.

Violet had mentioned the Club they were now in to her friends a while ago and they all had agreed to come here. The name of the Club was "The Black Panther" and the owner was someone Violet knew quiet well. Jessica Caitlin Summer aka SilverBolt a friend of her mother, rival to her father, well known Superheroine and caretaker of Buddy Lionel Pine formerly known as Syndrome.

Her parents didn't know of the last fact. Jess had helped to get Syndrome legally out of prison and NSA had put him in her care. Since 5 years now he was with Jess and Violet had begun her training under Jess' control 3 years ago.

When she had first seen Buddy she was shocked but quickly discovered that he had changed and that Jess had played a big part in this change. But at first Buddy and her were like fire and water, they had been constantly on each others throats. Eventually it had gotten better after the horrible break up from Tony. The little jerk had cheated on her. As Buddy did find out about this he had been furious. It had taken Jess a while to calm him back down.

Since then the relationship, if you could call it that, between the heroine and the former villain had become better. When they would fight now, it was only because it made so much fun. And she really liked every time they would get on each others nerves. She couldn't say exactly why, only that she did.

As she danced with her group of friends she wondered if Jess and Buddy would show up. These two liked to go out and have some fun and that Jess owned her own club was definitely a big plus.

The beat of the music changed and her friends went back to their table while she went to the bar to get another drink. As she pushed through the crowd she flashed here and there a little smile or gave a wink to a random guy who looked at her. But much to her dismay nobody of them was a certain someone with fiery red hair and baby blue eyes.

She got to the bar and shouted to the barkeeper which drink she wanted. She didn't have to wait long to get her Cosmopolitan. As she was about to take a first sip of the cocktail she sensed someone behind her.

"You should be careful with these. Someone like you shouldn't drink to much alcohol." Spoke a voice right into her ear. She didn't have to turn around to know who it was, because only one voice could send shivers up and down her spine.

She smiled. "And someone like you should be careful about what he says."

A deep chuckle could be heard from behind her. "I will remember this oh so wise suggestion from you."

Lifting one of her eyebrows she turned around to face him. "Really?"

Buddy smirked down to her. "No."

"Great. Than I don't have to feel guilty when I don't remember this oh so wise suggestion of yours." She answered him and lifted her drink to her lips to take a demonstrative sip. Her eyes never leaving his.

But before he could give a comeback, one of her friends came and pulled her back on to the dance floor.

As Violet moved her body to the beat of the music she glanced in Buddy's direction and took in his appearance. He was definitely hot!

He wore a white dress shirt, the first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up over his elbows, showing his muscled forearms. His legs were covered from well fitted black jeans. Black and white… His colours… They reminded her every time of his past self.

His hair, a bit shorter, was still sticking out in all directions. It looked wild and unruly.

But what made him really 'hot' was his charisma. It was a charisma that said 'Hell yeah I know I'm hot and I'm totally off-limits for you, 'cause I'm not the type guy that you can bring home to your parents'. It said that he was dangerous to deal with and that not everyone could handle him. And something that was strictly forbidden always attracted people.

Violet could see that he knew exactly which effect he had on the people around him, especially on the women. A wave of jealousy hit her as she discovered the looks he received from the female population of the club.

Focusing her attention back to her friends she tried to ignore this gnawing feeling.

A couple of drinks and hours later her friends had left the club. But she had wanted to stay. A bit earlier Jess had made an entrance too and told Violet that whatever she drunk it would be free for her, because of her apprenticeship under Jess. Now the owner of the club was standing behind the bar and mixed drinks herself.

For a while Violet watched with interest as Jess twirled the cocktail-shaker and bottles to make a show while she prepared the drinks. She then let her gaze drift over the crowd of people, catching Buddy as he was starring in her direction. For a short moment she held eye contact with him and than walked back in to the middle of the dance floor.

As she began to dance, she could feel his piercing gaze on her body. She closed her eyes and let her self been taken away from the sound of the music.

Soon she could feel him behind her again, all her senses signalled his presence. Opening her eyes she turned around to him in one swift movement. It surprised her how close he was. He stepped up to her. Gripping her hips with his hands he brought their bodies closer together and began to dance with her.

Another song came on and with "Paralyzer" from "Finger Eleven" the heat between them began to rise.

She didn't know why she let that happen. But she couldn't and wouldn't do something against it.

Excitement pulsed through her veins as their bodies were grinding against each other. Her arms had found their way up his shoulders. His forehead touched hers and she could feel his intoxicating breath on her face.

Stopping every thought in her head she only concentrated on how it felt to be in his arms, to dance with him like this. Sliding one of his legs between hers he pulled them even closer together. She could feel his lips travelling over her cheek down to her neck, stopping by her earlobe he nipped at it testing how her reaction would be. At this the grip of her hands on his shoulder got stronger and her body tensed in pleasure. Feeling his satisfied smirk against her skin he moved his lips to her neck biting a very sensitive spot there.

Her breath got caught up in her throat and a tingling sensation broke through her body. Flicking his tongue briefly over the spot he straightened back up and looked in her deep violet eyes, his lips hovered just centimetres over hers. Her pulse sped up as she lifted her face closer to his and brushed her lips teasingly against his.

A gleam she couldn't describe flashed in his eyes and he crashed his lips hungrily down on hers. As their lips met, she knew she was lost.

She let herself get addicted by him and his kisses. At the moment he was like a drug to her. A strictly forbidden drug she couldn't get enough from. His tongue invaded her mouth, fighting with her own. Her hands moved to his neck and into his hair, gripping at it desperately she pushed him more firmly against her lips.

Placing a cocktail on the countertop of the bar Jess winked to the young woman who had ordered the drink. She looked up to search for Buddy, to make sure that he wasn't in some sort of trouble and found him in the middle of a make out session with none other then Violet Parr. Both seemed to be rather happy with the position they were in.

She looked closer to the pair on the dance floor and discovered that not only did Buddy wear the colours of Syndrome but Violet wore the colours of her old costume and her family. A black Jeans combined with a red top.

For a moment she stood completely still, not believing what she saw and then she laughed. Oh what an irony of fate! She couldn't await the chance to rub this under the nose of Robert Parr the oh so wonderful Mr. Incredible.

Well that's it and I hope you had some fun. Please review. Anything you have to say is helpful to me.

Jess: *walks in* "You've forgotten something"

Me: *looks at her* "I have?"

Jess:*rolls eyes* "Yes you have."

Me: *reads the chapter over* "I don't know what you mean. The chap is perfectly fine."

Jess: *facepalm* "And what about the disclaimer?"

Me: *looks dumbfounded* "Oh... OOOOHHHH... Eh yes. Thanks for reminding me."

Jess: *walks away without another word*

Disclaimer: I don't own Violet or Buddy/Syndrome or The Incerdibles. But Jessica Caitlin Summer and her club "The Black Panther" are all mine and mine alone *smiles like a maniac*