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Chapter 1

"Here's a list of emergency numbers on the fridge along with the hotel at which we're staying," Helen explained to Mirage as she was shutting her suitcase. "I've also listed the numbers to the kids schools, Dash's coach's number, the kids schedule, a meal plan for this week, any allergies they have, and chores that need to be done."

"I think you've covered everything, honey," chuckled Bob taking her overstuffed suitcase. "I'm sure Mirage can handle these kids for one week."

Helen folded arms and shot her husband a stern look.

"I'm not kidding, Bob. These are three high spirited kids we're talking about."

"With all due respect, Helen, I think I can handle those three. I mean they seem very well behaved," Mirage added.

"Are you talking about our kids?" joked Bob who immediately wiped the smile off his face when Helen shot him another dirty look.

"Mirage, I'm serious. Make sure you follow my instructions. The three of them can be a handful and you're quite young."

"Hey! I'm not that young! I'm twenty-two!" protested the pale haired woman.

"Maybe not to you, but still that's quite young to be in charge of three kids when you don't have any experience," Helen repeated as she walked into the kitchen with Mirage following her. "In here is the fire extinguisher. In the event Jack Jack decides to you know."

"Burst into flames?" asked Madison asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes that," answered Mrs. Parr. "Just put him out."

"Honey, we better get going or we'll have trouble finding parking down at the airport!" yelled Bob walking into the kitchen.

Helen gave a quiet sigh then called out, "Kids we're getting ready to leave!"

Violet, Dash, and crawling Jack Jack came running out into the living room.

"Now you three behave yourselves for Mirage, okay?" explained Bob to his three children.

"We will, Dad," said Violet dutifully.

"GAAHH!" squealed Jack Jack.

"I will, Dad, if you promise to bring me back a coconut!"

Bob chuckled and rumpled his son's hair. "I'll see what I can do, son."

Helen walked over to the three children and drew them in for a tight group hug.

"Your father and I mean it. Behave yourselves! No fighting or causing trouble. Watch out for each other and listen to Mirage. Understood?" Helen asked them smiling.

"Yes, Mom!" answered Violet and Dash.

"Alright then, your father and I will call you from the hotel. Be good and remember we love the three of you so much."

With that, Helen and Bob gave their children a final hug and started outside towards car.

"Don't worry about anything you two! The kids are in good hands," Mirage said following them outside with Jack Jack in her arms.

'That reminds me," Helen said getting into the passenger's side. "In the linen closet is-

"We're going to be late if we don't hurry," interrupted Bob closing Helen's door. "We'll call you when we arrive, Mirage."

That said Bob started the engine and sped out of the driveway giving Mirage and the kids a honk then he was out of sight.

"They sure were in a hurry," mused Mirage giving a slight laugh. She looked at Violet and Dash who were looking at her.

"Now what?" Violet asked the babysitter.

Mirage smiled. "I thought we'd have nice lunch."

"Eww! Mom left tuna fish sandwhiches for lunch," Dash said sticking out his tongue.

"She told me. I'd thought instead we'd go out for pizza then maybe do something fun," Mirage said breezily.

Dash and Violet's faces suddenly became smiles.

Night had fallen on the quiet suburban street. The stars twinkled brightly above and fireflies glowed golden in the sapphire air.

Mirage eased her car into the Parr driveway and turned off the ignition.

"This day was totally awesome!" exclaimed Dash getting out of the car. "First pizza, then roller skating, then the movies! Mirage you rule!"

"Yeah, you are really cool," Violet said grinning at Mirage.

"Thanks. I'm shocked I'm still considered cool at my age," the young woman joked as she picked up Jack Jack from his carseat. "What do you say Jack Jack? Am I cool?" she asked the baby playfully.

Jack Jack blew a spit bubble and laughed.

"That's his way of saying you're wickedly cool," Violet said playfully.

Across the street in a neighbor's Chestnut tree hid a dark figure peering through binoculars and breathing quite heavily. The person stared intensely through the lenses in a state of disbelief and anger.

"What the hell is she doing with them?" he asked no one in particular.

Still stalking Mirage and the children like a hawk after its prey, the figure watched them all go into the house. Where were Elastigirl and Mr. Incredible, the figure wondered. He still sat there looking at the house in disbelief when suddenly a brilliant idea formed in his head.

"This is too good to be true. Mirage and the Incredibles? Who said you can't have your cake and eat it to?" he laughed with an evil smile.

"Yes Helen. Uh huh. The kids got to school on time and Jack Jack is napping. Uh huh. No they aren't eating junk food," Mirage explained to a panic stricken Helen on the phone the next morning. "Okay. Yup. Uh listen there's a call on the other line. Gotta run! Have fun!"

Hanging up the phone Mirage sighed to herself. She really wanted Helen to trust her. Yeah, she made mistakes in the past but now she was new person. She no longer was in business with Syndrome. Syndrome

Mirage sighed. Just thinking about him left her confused and full of emotion. She had really cared for him but if had truly cared for her, she would never know.

"Ugh! I have to stop thinking about him. It's over. Syndrome was evil! End of story," she said shaking her head.

Looking down at herself, Mirage noticed her clothes were covered with mashed bananas and dried milk. All thanks to feeding Jack Jack his breakfast this morning.

"I suppose I could take a quick shower," the woman reasoned.

She quickly peered in the baby's room to make sure he was still asleep, grabbed a towel from the linen closet, and walked into the guest bathroom. After ten minutes Mirage hopped out of the shower and wrapped an oversize towel around her. She then stepped into the hallway towards the guest room. She stopped though, when a noise caught her attention. Listening carefully Mirage could make out the sounds of the T.V. in the living room.

"Funny, I don't remember leaving the T.V. on," she whispered to herself.

Following the sound, she walked into the living room and gasped. There on the couch flipping through the channels was Syndorme.

He looked pretty healthy for a guy supposedly dead. His hair was still fire engine red and spiked up. Syndrome was still wearing his villainous black suit with the exception of the mask.

Syndrome stopped what he was doing and looked approvingly at Mirage with a smirk.

"Now that's how you greet someone. Except next time lose the towel," he said as he eyed her up and down.

Mirage said nothing and wrapped the towel closer to her tan body. She could feel her defenses going up along with an array of emotions.

Syndrome frowned at her lack of humor and switched off the T.V.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? You look like you've seen a ghost," the young man asked with a twisted smile.

Mirage pulled herself together. "You're supposed to be dead. You died when your cape caught in the plane's jet."

"Ah yes, that," frowned Syndrome. "Well Babe, you see, before the cape could pull me to my bloody and gruesome death I managed to get loose from it. Unfortunately though, the blast blew me into some hick town where an elderly couple found my battered body in some nearby woods. Thinking I was some fallen super hero, they nursed me back to health. After I recovered, I set out to rebuild my fallen empire but, thanks to the good old FBI my money was confiscated and I was left penniless. Or so they think. Thanks in part to my awesome foresight, I had stashed a couple of millions in a separate bank account under a false name. Now I'm back in business."

Mirage only frowned then replied, "Now why are you here? What do you want? I won't let you hurt this family again."

Syndrome laughed at her anger. He always thought she was cute when she was pissed.

"That's not part of the plan yet, Mirage. I'm not here for the Parrs yet. I already know you're babysitting for them."

"How do you know that?"

Syndrome pointed towards the kitchen at the fridge. On the door was a tapped list of rules and numbers titled "For Mirage".

Good job, Helen, thought Mirage rolling her eyes.

"Anyways, it's the not the kids I'm after. Oh no. I want to deal with the parents. But that can wait for now. Right now though, I'm after something bigger. Something tan, blonde, green eyed, and beautiful." Syndrome said in a husky voice.

She opened her mouth to talk but Syndrome placed a gloved finger on her lips.

"Mirage, you're my partner in my organization. You're that and so much more. Look, I know things got pretty tense during my last plan and yeah I was an ass for risking your life like that, but I miss you. You can't throw it all away just because of that. I promise things will be different from now on. I promise. After all, I'm still your boyfriend, right?"

Mirage said nothing and just stared blankly. Her thoughts were spinning inside her head and she didn't know what to think. Syndrome looked at her as she just stood there silently. He took her silence as a positive response and leaned his face towards hers. Mirage overcome with emotions responded likewise until their lips met. They stayed that way with eyes closed unaware of their surroundings. Syndrome smoothed his hands over Mirage's shoulders and down the middle of her back. She moaned at his touch and deepened the kiss. Working his hands gently, Syndrome placed his hands over hers which were still grasping her towel. He gently eased her grip until the towel loosened up and drooped lower around her bust.

"WHAAAHHHH!"

Mirage's eyes snapped opened as she became aware of the baby's cries. She pulled away from Syndrome and looked at him in a mixture of confusion and anger.

"You have to go."

He now stared at her in disbelief. What was she saying?

"You want me to go?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Look, you know I can never join you again! I don't want to hurt people again! I'll never go back with you and whatever we had in the past is over! Now please, I'm asking you nicely to leave!" she yelled over Jack Jack's wails.

Syndrome said nothing. He would leave. After all, he knew what Mirage was capable of when she was pissed. Besides he didn't want that mutant baby to rip his hair out again anytime soon. He walked towards the front door as Mirage followed him her gaze.

"I hope you know what you're doing," he said turning around to face her again. "Because if you won't join me, then mark my words you'll suffer with them in the end. I'll be back when you least expect it."

With those words said, he slammed the door shut.

Mirage shook her head and rushed to tend Jack Jack's cries.

A/N: YAY I updated! Leave comments, flames, and suggestions please and thanks to everyone who did!