Disclaimer: I do not in any way own X-Men or the Incredibles. Pixar owns the Incredibles and DC comics own X-Men, no matter how much I love them both.

Writer's note: Ah ha ha! I love writing cliffhangers! When my little sister read the last chapter, She almost strangled me for leaving it at that! lol...

Just a random question here; what type of music do you think Syndrome would listen to? They don't say in the movie and it just occured to me he seems like the type to listen to music. Definitly not country, maybe rock. Tell me your thoughts in your ever-loved reviews!

Zacathia went to run to the edge. She was going to try and stop the fall of the tanker. It wasn't allowed to explode, this was a populated area. She stopped short though, when she saw DJ turn into a blur and run to the edge, jump off the roof onto the tanker, throw it higher into the air, and shoot something at it to cause it to explode. All this happened within half a minute.

She ran down the stairs, her men following close behind her. The only thing going through her mind was What the hell was that? He's a super?

When she got down to the ground DJ was standing near the door, brushing himself off. When he saw the look on her face he smiled and walked over to her. "I told you I could help." He smirked. "I'm not only smart you know."

"Do you know how stupid that was? I was going to stop it falling, lower it down onto the ground so that the city DIDN'T loose a whole oil tanker! Do you know how expensive that stuff can be?" Zacathia said to him, angry. She couldn't believe how stupid this guy was!

"Well sorry for trying to help you! And just how were you going to do so?" He asked, his voice matching Zacathia's anger level. Zac smiled malevolently, this was going to be fun. She used her telekinetic powers to lift DJ off the ground, to hover in mid-air. She then used her Telepathic powers to go into his head and say; You're not the only super around here you know. He smiled at her, liking her attitude.

"Do not piss me off right now." She spat at him, putting him back down onto the ground and stomping off to the colonel. DJ looked at her guards, who hadn't followed her right away. They were laughing at him! Quietly, mind you, but laughing!

"Brave man to go up against Zacathia." One of them said to him, patting him on his shoulder.

" Especially right now." Another laughed, going off to follow Zacathia. The rest of them simply nodded and laughed as they followed him off.

"What's that supposed to mean?" DJ wondered, following behind them with his hands jammed into his pockets.

Zacathia stood at the back of the room. Everyone who had been there at the oil tanker situation had gone to the nearby army base. Zacathia didn't know why she had to be there, but she had been told by the colonel that they needed her there.

DJ walked in behind her, standing beside her. He was back in the labcoat and glasses. "Colonel says that this is a really important meeting, that they're gonna need all the help they can get." He said to her.

"Cool." She replied, still mad that he had interfered with her plans.

"You can't stay mad at me forever." He whispered to her.

"You really wanna try and find that out?" She sneered at him. They had to cut their conversation short there, because the colonel came into the room, followed by a man Zacathia figured to be a general due to the stars on his shoulders.

"You've all been called here because you either have an army at your command or your one of the best in an army. Right now we need all the help we can get, because the two who had not long ago threatened to blow a portion of the city up have set all hell loose on the rest of the city. They've pulled together a group of supers that believe all non-supers should die."

"Sorta like the brotherhood in that comic 'The X-Men.' " Zacathia said.

"Yes, exactly like that, only twice as bad. Somehow, most of the supers are from seventy or eighty years ago." DJ gasped at this, Zacathia wondered why, maybe he was a Mr. Incredible fan?

"That means-"

"Yes it does DJ."

"Okay, what am I missing here?" Zacathia asked. She didn't like being out of the loop, it didn't happen often.

"You still havent told her DJ?" someone sitting down in the room asked, their voice torn between amusement and annoyance.

"No, not really." DJ replied sheepishly.

"I'll tell her then." The colonel sighed. "DJ here is the grandson of The Dash, that's why he has superpowers."

"My mom was his daughter." DJ muttered embarresedly.

"That explains a lot of my questions." Zacathia said, not really all that surprised at the information. He did look a lot like Dash.

"That's why we were hoping for your help Zacathia. Your the only one alive today that has had experience with them. DJ, I know you want to ask how that's possible, but she'll explain it to you later. You two are possibly the only two supers that those two don't have under their control. We were hoping to use that to our advantage."

"They can't possibly have every single one, there has to be some unknowns." Zacathia said, thinking of Alex. Not even Buddy had known that he had powers.

"Every known one they now have at their disposal, including the ones that had been on our side."

"That's not good."

"No, it isn't. Do you know what any of their weaknesses were?"

"I have files on most of them, but most said nothing about their weaknesses. Frozone can't be around extreme heat, Elastigirl could only be streached so far before it would hurt her, those are the only two I can think of off the top of my head."

"Go back to your complex, take DJ with you. Let him go through those files and see what he can get out of them." The colonel finished. Zacathia and DJ nodded, leaving.

Once they were sitting on a truck bed heading towards Zacathia's complex, DJ decided that now was as good a time as any to ask the question itching to be asked.

"So how do you know most of the supers?" Zacathia laughed, as did the guards sitting around them.

"I may not look it, but myself and Syndrome are both a little over a hundred years old." She said, recieving a dubious look from DJ.

"You want me to prove it? Ask me something that not many people would know about the Dash."

"How old was he when when he went up against the actual Syndrome?"

"Nine or ten."

"Lucky guess. What's his sister's name?"

"Faze, or Violet as a civilian."

"Beginners luck. What was his civilian name?"

"Dash, he couldn't think of a better nickname. His full name was Dashiell Robert Parr."

"Okay, so maybe you know him better than I do. I didn't know that last answer, he wouldn't tell me." DJ blushed. He obviously didn't tell many people that.

"I don't think he really liked his full name. That's what it always what it seemed like to me." Zacathia shrugged.

"You knew him?"

"We met a few times."

"I didn't really ever get to know him, he was alway's busy."

"Makes sense, he was always on the go. What ever happened to him?"

"He died in a fight with a crook when I was fifteen. Mom was crushed, so was Aunt Vi and Nana."

"Did you ever get to meet your great-grandparents?"

"No, they died before I was born."

"They were good people."Zacathia said as they got off the truck to enter the complex. DJ obviously didn't want to stop talking, he was enjoying learning about his family. Zacathia thought it was weird that she knew more about his family then he did. She realized that she wasn't mad at him anymore, she actually liked him.

When they got into a hallway, a guard approached them.

We tried to stop him, we told him that you would want to see him when he got back but he ordered us to get out of his way. The guard signed quickly. DJ was confused, why didn't he simply talk? He was even more confused when Zacathia replied in sign.

Slow down, tell me what happened. She said calmly.

It's Mr. Pine ma'am. He's taken her.

"No, He couldn't have." She said, forgetting everything else as she ran down the halls. DJ stood there momentarily before running off after her. Where the hell did she need to get so quickly?

She ran into Marie's room, finding the door already open. She was gone, he had come and taken her. He truly did have all known supers.

Zacathia's knees hit the floor. Nothing mattered anymore, not DJ, not the city, not the world. She had nothing but a complex, and everything inside it. None of that mattered, not seeing as she had no one to go to when she was really pissed off. Only Marie and Buddy had been able to calm her down. Now she had neither.

Her feelings of hopelessness turned to anger the instant DJ found her. Her body was shaking with fury, and all the guards immediatly told him to back away as they closed the door to seal her in the room. The instant the door was closed he felt the floor shake, and saw the walls were shaking too. The entire complex was shaking.

"What's she doing in there?" He asked the nearest guard that he recognized.

"Mrs. Zacathia has the powers of telepathy and telekinetics. When she's really over-the-top mad at something she starts sending sonic blasts off that destroys everything in their path. The only way something will survive one of her blasts is if they're behind or made of lead, which is why all the rooms of this complex are lead-lined."

"Has this happened often?"

"No, she's usually a pretty happy person. She has, or had, everything she could ever want, or so we all liked to believe. A happy marriage, a healthy child, another one on the way, and enough money to keep them all happy for a very long time."

"She's pregnant? And she just went to try and stop an oil tanker exploding? is she crazy?"

"It's a question everyone who works and lives here asks themselves daily."

The shaking stopped, so one of the guards went up and pressed his ear against the door, listening.

I think it's okay to go in now he signed, opening the door a crack. DJ walked forward, pushing the door opened slowly at first, then faster as he saw she had collapsed.

"Not again..." The guard DJ had been talking to sighed. "This happens every time she sends off sonic blasts. She'll be waking up in a few minutes, she just used up all her energy." He explained. DJ completely understood, he simply sat there, leaning over her, making sure she wasn't hurt.