REVIEWS: Mew - thanks again for your wonderful review. In response to your questions first this is very much a family centric fic. Everyone gets a piece of the action. If I had to say which character got the most attention I would have to say Violet which is ironic because I told myself I didn't want to make justanother Vi-centric fic but as I got into it I realized there was so much that could be done with their character. In advance though, I will say you WILL get good quality interaction with all 5 family members, Edna, Lucius, Rick Dicker, Honey, as well as several new characters. As for character inflection and such I promise there is more to come. As I said, these first couple of chapters were mostly for connecting the movie to the story. You'll start to get into Helen's mind in this chapter and you'll get deep into her's and bob's in the next couple too. Later on you'll get alot of inflection from Violet as she mulls things over. Sorry to be so long winded but I'm glad you're enjoying it. -TheFLHurricane (Dash)
VI. RUSHING TO THE RESCUE
"How much longer?" Dash complained as he sat next to his mother in the kitchen listening to the police scanner. It was Wedsnesday night and for the last three nights the pair had donned their super suits and listened for just the right case to make their appearance.
"I don't know," replied Helen. "We need something that will be easy enough that we can show off at and still get the media attention."
No sooner had she said that then a voice came over the radio. "Attention all units! Attention all units! Robery underway at Metroville Art Museum. Hostages taken."
"Is this it mom! Is this it!" Dash questioned excitedly.
Helen knew the museum was having its grand opening gala that night which meant very wealthy visitors and most importantly tons of media. "Well, think you can handle robbers?" she asked.
"You bet!" came the eager reply.
"OK," she said "let's go in there and take out the bad guys. Nothing fancy young man. All we have to do is use our names enough to make them stick."
Ten minutes later mother and son stood in front of the museum ready to spring into action. The five crooks had herded the guests into a small rectangular room just off of the main lobby which was oval in shape and highlighted by a statue of Michelangelo's David. Three of them took jewels, wallets, and other valuables from the victims while the other two stood guard at the single entrance of the room.
Suddenly, Dash raced through the front door of the lobby at top speed and began running laps around the oblong room zigging, zagging, and reversing all the while drawing fire. Then Elastigirl dropped into the back room through a ceiling window and simultaneously knocked out two looters on opposite ends of the room with an extra long scissor kick. As she stretched back to normal she grabbed the third in a headlock and struggled to take him down. Alarmed by the commotion one of the two guards shooting at Dash turned to her and raised his gun, but in a split second the boy had recognized his intentions and lunged his body into him at full speed. The two soared through the air about ten feet and rolled another five landing right at the feet of a camera man that had been taken hostage and was now filming the dramatic rescue. Dash was clearly in control of this fight. "Don't – you - dare – hurt – my – mother - Elastigirl!" he yelled right into the camera interjecting each word between each of his many soft but swift punches. By now Elastigirl had taken out the third and fourth bad guys and then reached over to take the fifth off her son's hands and place him with the others.
Elatigirl, now satisfied the criminals weren't going anywhere, knew all she needed to do now was call Rush by his name with reporters around and get out of there. She then looked up just in time to see him sprinting around the lobby at a mild pace showing off for the cameras. He knew from previous newspaper pictures that cameras didn't capture his top speeds well at all. Elastigirl shook her head with a sigh and raised a hand to her mouth to call out to him but before she could say a thing it happened. Becoming disoriented by the oval room and paying more attention to the reporters than where he was going Dash had run straight into the leg of the David statue breaking it in two and bringing the rest of the sculpture down on top of him.
"DASH!" his mother screamed as she leaped over the gathering crowd to his side. Many reporters had gathered by now. "Dash, say something!" she yelled as she shook him; but he was out cold. She looked like a dear in the headlights. With the crowd growing larger all she could do was bundle him up in her arms and run. She ran out the door and took to the streets headed for home. She ran as fast as she could through the night praying that he would be alright and trying to figure out what she'd done wrong. It was only then that she realized that in her panic her maternal instinct had made her call out her baby's name Dash, not Rush, back at the museum. He got his wish; he'd be stuck with that now for sure. She really didn't care anymore; she just hoped this wish wasn't his last.
