Crimson and Violet
"I didn't ask to be a Super! I didn't want this! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN!"-When Violet decides she's had enough of being a super, she goes to the one man who she knows can help her. But what happens when she looses her memory, and the only one she can cling to is Buddy Pine and his alter-ego Syndrome? Synlet AU/OOC
Author's Note: Well, I know I left the last part on a bit of a cliffie, so here you go! Part two of Accidents Happen! Please review!
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Crimson and Violet
Chapter Eleven: Accidents Happen Part 2: Questions
There were three things that the girl knew.
The first thing, was that everything hurt. Blinding pains were shooting up and down her spine and she had a terrible headache.
Secondly, was that she was in a hospital bed, wrapped tightly in bandages. She attempted to shield her eyes at the light which bounced off the all-white walls, only to find that she had a cast on her left wrist.
And finally, she knew that there was someone else in the room.
The girl watched the figure cautiously out of the corner of her eye. He was sleeping peacefully, his chair leaning casually against the wall. He had a strong build with a muscular jaw line and broad shoulders. Freckles were dashed across his cheeks, and his crimson hair was gelled back into an 80's style wave.
The man suddenly stirred, blinking. He ran a gloved hand through his hair, his baby-blue eyes searching the room. It was then that he caught sight of her.
"Violet! You. . .you're awake! Oh thank god!" he said, smiling at the girl, who merely blinked.
"Um. . .do I know you?"
The man's smile disappeared.
"Yeah. . .yeah you do know me. I'm Buddy, remember? Buddy Pine?"
The girl frowned, trying to think back, but nothing came to her. She shook her head.
"Nope. . .sorry. I'm actually not remembering much right now," she said, biting her lip. The man, Buddy, frowned. He stood and walked over to the girl.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked, his voice suddenly serious.
"Two,"
"Good. Alright, can you name. . .this object,"
"It's a chair," the girl said. Buddy ran his hand through his hair again.
"Well at least you still have some basic memory. . ." he muttered to himself. The girl only gave him a confused look. It was silent for a while as Buddy sat down on the edge of the girl's bed, his head in his hands.
"Crap! Mr. Incredible's gonna kill me!" he moaned, though it was slightly muffled.
The girl only stared at him, blankly.
"Hey. . .um, Buddy?"
Buddy looked up.
"Can I ask you some questions?"
He nodded.
"Are you my father?"
Buddy blanched.
"Do I look that old to you?!"
The girl shook her head. Buddy only sighed.
"Brother?"
"No."
"Boyfriend?"
Buddy blushed.
"NO! We're just . . . friends, okay? Just friends," he said. The girl was silent for a while.
"Hey Buddy? One more question. . . " she said quietly, looking at her hands.
"Sure,"
"Who am I?"