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: Usually, this is Dash's part of the story, but because of chapter 9, this chapter will be Helen's and Bob's. Hope you enjoy it anyways! Please review!


Crimson and Violet

Chapter Twelve: Baby Bird

Helen started as the telephone rang. Slowly, she rose and walked over to the receiver, picking it up.

"Helen,"

"Yes Bob. . .I. . .I'm here," she said quietly. Her husband was silent for a moment before,

"Did. . .did you see the news?"

"Yes Bob. I saw it."

There was a painful silence for several moments.

"Are the kids with you?"

"Jack-Jack is. . ."

"Where's-" Bob stopped speaking for a moment, leaving them in yet another uncomfortable silence.

"I'll be right home,"

The receiver clicked, and Helen was left in an empty kitchen. Slowly, she walked back to the living room, where Jack-Jack had both hands on the television screen, whimpering, as tears ran down his fat little cheeks.

Helen scooped him up and sat down on the couch, cradling her baby boy.

"Looks like all the baby birds have left the nest. . . except for you . . . our last baby b-" Helen couldn't finish. Sobs racked her body as she held Jack-Jack to her breast.

About an hour later, Helen heard Bob's car screech into the driveway. He came over to the couch and sat with his arm around her, in stony silence. The two parents sat, staring a their son, who was, by this point, an only child.

Jack-Jack had drifted to sleep, and had one fat little hand around his mother's pointer finger. He cooed and gurgled in his sleep, dreaming his small dreams. Helen sighed and took Jack-Jack up to his room.

When she returned, Bob was sitting at the dining room table, with his head in his hands. She sat beside him and gently rubbed his shoulders and upper back. Bob sighed, grasping Helen's hand in his own.

"He went to find Violet," Helen whispered. Bob nodded and gave Helen's hand a little squeeze. As if by some silent consent, the Parr's walked into Jack-Jack's room and looked into his cradle, where he was sleeping peacefully.

Helen turned away, quietly sobbing into Bob's shoulder. Bob held his wife tightly to him, trying not to let the tears fall. Helen mumbled something into Bob's shoulder.

"What?"

Helen looked up at her husband through blood-shot eyes. A tear ran down her cheek, and Bob brushed it away.

"He won't fly away because he doesn't know how,"