Disclaimer: I do not own The Incredibles, or any affiliated characters. The only characters I own are the ones that have not appeared in the movie. And if they do, I still own them. I thought of them first. So there.

Writer's Note: Please forgive me if this chapter sucks royally, I'm suffering writer's block on this story. I'll try and make it as long and as good as I can possibly write it, but no promises. I can only try, and you can only hope. And sorry for the long wait for the update!

Syndrome sat at a long metal table, reminding him of the day before he had first gone into stasis. He had sat at the head of an almost identical table, only that one had been much shorter, and had less people standing and sitting around it.

Syndrome looked at the collection of people around the table. It was every known super ever known. They had all been dead before, but Outcast had done something to bring them all back. Even the one's Syndrome himself had killed. None of them remembered that though, Outcast had wiped their memories so that they'd do anything that he told them to do.

That was how Syndrome's only daughter was sitting beside him, he had gotten Mitchell to make her sixteen years old, and had Lisa give her memories that would make Marie hate her mother. Among the supers sitting around the table were The Incredibles (all of them, including the recently deceased Jack-Jack), All of Syndromes old school friends, Frozone, Gamma Jack, and Blazestone. None of them acted like they used to, they acted more like human robots, doing exactly as they were told in the most efficient way possible. and everyone was in there late twenties or early thirties. It was a very weird sight to someone who had met all of them.

Outcast walked in, looking very important. He was important, he was the one running this thing. Syndrome didn't like not being in charge, but he could stand it for a while. Outcast was a good leader, he had been right about things so far.

"They've made their move, now it's time for us to attack their queen. But it must be a calculated move. We have all our power players, they have a queen, a bishop, and some pawns. Their king has castled and all their pieces are protecting him. To get the kind we must go through the queen. Move out people, you know what to do." Outcast said. Syndrome figured that Outcast liked chess, from the way he talked.

"Who's the queen?" Marie asked, looking loyally at Outcast.

"Good question. Their queen is Zacathia, your mother. She knows the most about what's going on." Outcast replied. "Any more questions?" He looked around the table, seeing nothing but shaking heads.

Outcast turned and left the room. Syndrome got up and followed him, he wasn't needed yet, the supers could get things moving on their own. Marie followed behind, not liking the blank stares the supers gave.

She ran up to Syndrome's side, holding onto his elbow and resting her head on his shoulder as they walked.

"Why do we have to have all these supers working for us?" She asked him. He smiled at her.

"I don't like it either, but it's necessary. It's to make sure that nothing goes wrong." Syndrome explained

"They're so weird though! They just sit there staring at you." She shuddered. Syndrome laughed.

"Just tell them to quit staring at you then." He said. Marie rolled her eyes and pushed Syndrome playfully into the wall. Syndrome raised his eyebrow, looking at her playfully.

"Don't you dare." She said, pointing at him and backing down the hallway. Syndrome ran at her, and she turned to run. Syndrome was faster though, and he ran and picked her up. He flung her over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" She squealed, pounding her fists against his back. He simply laughed and continued walking down the hall with her flung over his shoulder.

Zacathia woke up to see DJ leaning over her, worry on his face. She sat up, knowing full well what had happened, so she didn't bother asking.

"I'll kill him." was the first thing out of her mouth as she stood up.

"Whoa, cool your jets. You can't kill anyone, it's against the law." DJ said, trying to calm her down. She pushed him aside, and stormed out of the room. All the guards moved out of her way as she approached. DJ briefly wondered if they were doing it from their own free will, or if Zacathia was forcing them to do it with her powers. She ignored his statement, simply continued down the hall.

DJ ran up to her, jumping in front of her.

"You can't do anything, not yet. Remember? Syndrome has every known super under his control. You can't simply walk up to wherever he is and kill him, he'll have god knows what waiting for you." DJ said, looking into her eyes. He knew somewhere in there he was getting through to her. He took his glasses off and stuck them in the front pocket of his lab coat. He looked into her eyes, and all he could see was someone that wanted the love of their life back. A lovesick girl that couldn't think of anything that she could do to help fix the problem.

"I'll kill him." She cried, her eyes lined with tears. DJ pulled her close to him and she cried into his shoulder willingly, wrapping her arms around his neck. At first he was overwhelmed, no girl had ever treated him this openly before. Except his Aunt Vi, but she didn't count as she was a relative.

"You can kill him, but let's make a plan to get you close enough to do so." DJ said to her, holding her. He remembered the guards, but ignored them. Let them watch. Zac needed comforting, and as they refused to do it, he was the only one left.

Zacathia pulled away from DJ, wiping her eyes. DJ realized that his shoulder was wet from her crying, but he ignored that too. She laughed, noticing it too.

"Lets get you to that computer." She said, leading him down a hallway. They walked in silence, neither of them knowing what to say, but thousands of things racing through their heads.

How could I do that? She's married! DJ screamed at himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Not even grandad would have tried to get with a married woman! He continued, pulling his glasses out of his pocket and playing with them. But she needed comfort, that's all I was doing, comforting. He told himself. You were enjoying it too much for it to be ONLY comforting her.

Zacathia was going through a similar process. Only she was literally beating herself up, with her powers. The only problem was that DJ couldn't see because she was so good at masking it.

Can't be interested in him, you're married! Buddy's sweet, kind, loving, and he understands you better than anyone else, and he's known you longer than anyone alive! She told herself, a new bruise appearing on her side. But Buddy said we aren't friends anymore, doesn't that put me on the market? she wondered, then started playing with the wedding ring on her finger. It was a simple ring, a gold band with a small diamond embedded in it. It wasn't an expensive thing, a simple ring that almost anyone could afford. But she loved it and wouldn't ever dream of parting with it. No matter what he says, you can't leave him! He's simply under some spell by Outcast. You can't think of DJ that way! A bruise appeared on her exposed upper arm.

DJ noticed the bruise appear out of nowhere, and he stopped her moving.

"Where did that come from?" He asked, pointing it out. She blushed, shaking her head.

"Nowhere, it's always been there." She muttered, turning and continuing down the hallway. But she pulled her sleeves back down, covering any more bruises she made appear.

Marie had given up punching and screaming. She had given up with trying to get out of her father's grip. He wasn't putting her down until he wanted to.

"Daddy! Put me down!" She sighed, bored. He was treating her like she was two, which she wasn't. "I'm sixteen years old, I can walk believe it or not."

"You could be seventy-two for all I care." He said. She didn't know where he was taking her, all she knew was that she was getting really bored with this. She wished she had more useful powers, the only useful one she had was the ability to block other peoples powers, making them temporarily normal. Her other powers, the ability to make people feel happy when they don't want to and the ability to know who's a super and who isn't, weren't all that useful. They were downright useless.

"Well I'm not seventy-two, and I'm not a baby anymore dad. If you want to treat me like one why don't you just get Mitchell to change me into one?" She said to him. It was the only thing that Syndrome didn't know how to respond to. Marie hadn't figured out why, but she had her suspicions.

Syndrome put Marie down, and continued walking. He didn't look back, instead he turned into a workroom, then closed and locked the door. Marie rubbed her elbow, he hadn't ever dropped her that hard before. What was his problem? Maybe just a bad day.

Writer's Note: I'll try and get the next chapters up faster. Sorry for it being so short, but I'm running out of ideas for things to happen. I might end up simply sticking an end together and putting it up.