Disclaimer: I do not own the Incredibles. Do not sue me. I have nothing to give except my little sister… on the other hand, sue away. I don't want her anyways.

A/N: I love writing cliffhangers, they make people growl in annoyance at me…lol

Buddy sat at the table, looking up at Mitchell, fear plastered across his face. Everyone else in the room was grinning from ear to ear, even Zacathia. He didn't know what Mitchell was going to do, make him younger or older, and he didn't want to find out. He would have knocked himself unconscious and take most of the fun out, but Zacathia was holding him still with her powers. Stupid telekenetics.

Mitchell walked in slowly, looking at only the floor. No one could see it, but he had a huge grin on his face. He'd get revenge for Buddy taking Zacathia's heart. He'd make Buddy a crippled old man, or a defenseless two-year-old. That young or that old that Zacathia would have no choice but to like him.

Zacathia wondered what was going through Buddy's head right now. She closed her eye's, stretching her telepathic powers out towards Buddy. She felt a blast of resentment coming off of Mitchell, but that was to be expected. She felt a quiver of fear, and went towards that. She knew that the only one here was going to be either Jack-Jack or Buddy, and she hadn't extended her power far enough for her to sense Jack-Jack.

She wormed her way through Buddy's mind, pushing aside most of his memories. One came blasting to the surface though, and she figured that Buddy was remembering it. She decided to see what it was to make him remember it now.

Buddy was six, his father staggered into the house well past midnight. It was July, so Buddy had been allowed to stay up and play with his legos. The smell of beer was heavy on Buddy's father, so he had obviously been out drinking again. Buddy didn't care though; he wanted to show his newest invention to his father.

"Dad! Dad! Look what I built!" He exclaimed, jumping up and shoving something into his dad's hands, a wide grin spread across his face. The thing looked like a type of remote, only bigger.

"We 'ready got a remote Buddy. Don't need 'nother." His father said, his words slurred from the alcohol. His father then proceeded by throwing it in a nearby garbage can, breaking it into tiny pieces.

"Dad! That took me two week's to build!" Buddy whined, running and collecting the pieces.

"You got better things to do with your time." His father said, pushing the pieces out of Buddy's hands back into the can.

"I know! But it's for Mr. Incredible! He'll really like it!" Buddy smiled. Mr. Incredible was so cool; he wanted to be just like him when he grew up.

"Mr. Incredible? What's that bastard got that I don't? Powers? They ain't worth two cents. They should be banned, supers should." Buddy's father said, anger edged into his voice.

"Dad! Mr. Incredible saves people, just like the police! Should the police be banned too?" Buddy asked, hands on hips. His father couldn't think of anything to say, so he just hit Buddy across the face.

"Don't you get smart with me boy!" The man said, standing over Buddy, who was almost in tears.

"Quit it! Men don't cry!" The man said, picking Buddy up by his shirt collar and shaking him. Buddy was close to hysterics now, trying not to cry so that his father would let him go.

"Shut it! Don't you go chasin' after Mr. 'credible, he won't take you in! You're a Pine, and you'll act like one! You won't 'mount to nothin' chasin dreams!" Buddy's father said, shaking Buddy more.

"Honey?" A female voice called sleepily. "Is that you?"

"Go back to sleep! I'm just talkin' to Buddy." The man called. Buddy thought about calling to his mother for help, but didn't want her to get hurt too.

"Don't stay up too late, Buddy need's his sleep." She called. Buddy's father waited for a few minutes, making sure she didn't come down. He roughly threw Buddy onto the floor in the hallway.

"Go to bed, you idiot. And don't let me catch you buildin' stuff again." Buddy's father said, slumping down onto the couch. Buddy crawled down the hallway, crying silently. Was his father right? Would he amount to nothing?

"Stop." Zac whispered, tears edging her eyes. His life had been so hard, why hadn't Buddy said something? They could have done something. She looked at Buddy. Had he known that she was in his head, so he showed her that particular memory. No, he wouldn't be near tears either then.

"What are you talking about?" Mitchell asked, anger in his voice. He had been just about to start, and was eager to get revenge. "Why stop?" Everyone seemed confused at this. She had been eager to do something a few seconds ago, why the sudden change of heart?

"Just no." She said. Buddy looked up at her, his eye's silently saying his thanks.

"Why did you stop him?" Jack-Jack asked, repeating Mitchell's question.

"Because. I can't tell you why, just don't. Leave him alone." She said, walking over to Buddy. She took off his straitjacket. "Let him go. He won't do anything." She said, helping him up. "Bill, give him his voice back." Bill looked confused, but complied. One thing he had learned, you don't mess with Zac when she changed her mind, because she always had a good reason.

Buddy looked at her, confusion on his face, but then he hugged her, grateful she had stopped Mitchell.

"Zac, you know you can't let him go." Rick said, looking to Mr. Incredible.

"I can, and I will. Every person outside this room is loyal to me. I hand picked them and raised most of them from children myself. Only the people in this room are out of my control.

"You're wrong. Fifteen years ago maybe, but not anymore." Rick said, snapping his fingers. A dozen guards filed into the room, and held both Buddy and Zac in place. "We figured you'd change your mind, so we planned ahead. Take them away boy's."

The guards had on special helmets so Zacathia couldn't do anything, and none of them wore any electronics so that Buddy couldn't do anything either. They were led down a long hallway that had red lights instead of the normal white. Zacathia thought about it, and remembered what this hallway was. It was the hallway leading to the stasis pods that held the specially trained guards that weren't needed yet, Personal body guards, Electricians, 2IC's. They were rarely used, but she had dozens anyways, just in case.

"No. Don't do this!" She called to Rick, who was following behind them. She thought about using her powers to force him to say to let her go, but didn't. She wouldn't invade his privacy, he would put her away for life for doing that.

"It's for your own good. I know you would let him out, so you have to be put in there too." Rick explained. Zac started crying, she didn't want this, she didn't want to be put into stasis for god knew how many years!

Jack-Jack Parr

Jack-Jack watched the guards lead Syndrome and Zac away, confused. If she was in stasis, who would take care of her company? He ran down the hallway, to ask her. Rick tried to stop him, but Jack-Jack used his powers and ran right through him.

"Zac! Who do you want to take care of your company? You have the right to choose, it is yours after all." Jack-Jack said. Rick was about to say no she didn't, but stopped she did have that right, no matter what he tried. This could be bad.

Zac looked lovingly at Jack-Jack. He was so innocent, thrust into this against his will. "I want you to, Jack-Jack. You get everything. All my money, the complex, the empire, everything to do with my company or me. Everything in my name. Take good care of Major for me." She said. Jack-Jack was astounded, as was everyone else.

"You're sure?" Jack-Jack asked, confused. What was he going to do with so much stuff?

"Yes." She said, nodding. Rick smiled, accepting that. It was a good choice. He nodded to the guards, who continued down the hall.

"Take good care of things Jack-Jack!" He heard her call. He nodded, not able to say anything.