Disclaimer: The Incredibles are not mine. So froozle to Pixar if they want to sue me for being a fan.
Writer's Note: Submarines are cool. I wish I had one. Wee! I found the disk with the eighth chapter! It was sitting beside the computer I go on during my computer class. I'm so happy! I'd be jumping up and down had I not been in class! ((I'll do that at home))
Syndrome was stuck in bed for two weeks before Dr. Brown would let him even attempt to get up. It was mainly because that was how long it took Syndrome's sprained leg to heal. Over the two weeks, Syndrome was bored out of his mind, only having the television to occupy his time. He hadn't been very interested in watching TV since he was twelve so he got bored with it after the third day. He ended up spending most of the time drawing up schematics for the omnidroid he planned to build once he was out.
When he was first allowed to start getting up, it was under strict terms. He wasn't allowed to go far from his room, if he even left it at all. Syndrome could barely stand at first, let alone walk so he didn't go far from his bed let alone room. But he slowly got back enough strength to be allowed to go home after another two weeks. But Syndrome refused to go home, not until he saw Buddy.
Buddy lay asleep in his bed. He had been in the hospital for a month now, and his condition had rapidly improved. He was able to feed himself now, and speak a little. His parents got excited over the smallest things, like the first time he had laughed at something funny on TV. His mom especially, she had apoloqized almost a thousand times for something Buddy barely remembered.
When Syndrome walked in, fully dressed with a cast on one leg and leaning on crutches, Buddy was extatic. The doctors had told his parents to go home and rest, that there was nothing they could do for Buddy half-asleep. They had agreed, however reluctantly. Buddy had been looking forward to the time alone, but he loved the fact Syndrome had come to visit him.
"Hey kid." Syndrome said, walking over to Buddy's bed.
"Hello." Buddy said, his voice weak.
"How are you doing? Mom and Dad taking care of you?" Syndrome seemed genuinly concerned.
"Yeah, I'm good." Buddy said, taking a small bite of a slice of an apple one of the nurses had brought him.
"You need anything? Bored?"
"No, what happened?" Buddy said, pointing to Syndrome cast. Syndrome laughed.
"I told you I was tired, I fell asleep flying home." Buddy knew he shouldn't laugh, but it was just so funny! He started laughed, then couldn't stop. Syndrome watched, and couldn't help but join in. Now he thought about it, it was kinda funny. A doctor passed the room, and seeing the two of them laughing, smiled. Laughter was the best medicine after all.
"You coming back?" Buddy asked.
"Maybe in a day or two. Mom and Dad will be more than enough company for you I'm thinking." Syndrome replied, still smiling. He knew he needed to check out soon, he had things he needed to do at home.
"Come back soon." Buddy said. Syndrome nodded.
"I will, and I'll bring you some of those walkie-talkies." Syndrome said. Buddy's face lit up, that would be cool!
"Bye." Buddy said, turning his attention back to the TV show. It was 'Mighty Morphing Power Rangers' Syndrome smiled, laughing quietly as he left the room.
Syndrome sat in a taxi, heading home. He would have normally flown there using his rocket boots, but as he was only able to wear one, he decided to take the long way. It gave him time to enjoy being outside the hospital anyway.
It was a long ride, but Syndrome enjoyed every minute of it. He was glad to be up and about. Being confined to the hospital bed had been torture, not being allowed to move around. At least he was able to do so now without it hurting.
When he got back to his new house, the first thing he noticed was the boxes. They had multiplied, and some had been opened. He knew why some had been opened, the people that had been bringing them probably had something in one of them that they wanted. But he hadn't expected there to be so many more, had they gone on more raids while he had been hospitalized? Who had told them to?
"Hello Syndrome." Said an oddly familiar voice. Syndrome swallowed nervously. It couldn't be her, could it? He looked behind him, no one there. He went into the large living room to find Mirage sitting there on a couch.
"How did you get here?" He asked her.
"That's a good question, one you should ask yourself. How did you get here?" She asked him, smiling slyly.
"I asked you first."
"You don't know?"
"Should I?"
"Not if you don't want to."
"It would be nice." Syndrome said, getting tired of this. This was one of the parts of Mirage he had always hated, the fact that she could keep a conversation going on one subject for an hour and it not get anywheres.
"Let me lay it out for you. You got blown into the jet turbine, yes?"
"Yes."
"You then found out that you couldn't get out, yes?"
"Yes."
"Then your cape got caught on the propeller blade inside the turbine. Realizing this, you shot the blades with a zero-point energy beam. Only to get caught in it yourself. Then the plane exploded, yes?"
"Yes." Syndrome wished she would just hurry up and get on with it.
"Here's what happened: When the plane exploded, you were caught in the zero-point energy beam. The explosion, coupled with the zero-point energy, acted as a time machine and blasted you back in time." Mirage finished.
"How did you figure all this out?" Syndrome asked, confused. He hadn't even figured it out, how did she do it before he did?
"Oh, I didn't. Rick Dicker and his team of technicians figured it out. As you full well know I have the power to cause distortions in time and space, giving me the ability to travel through time." Syndrome knew this wasn't it, there had to be more.
"and?"
"And, your actions in the past has changed the future. Rick asked me to come and get you before you did irrepairable damage. As it is, I'm surprised that you're still the way you are." She looked him up and down, just now noticing that one of his legs had a cast on them and he was leaning on crutches. "What happened?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing. Pulled one too many all-nighters." Syndrome said, acting as if it was nothing.
"I'd always told you not to do that. Now you see why?" Mirage said, getting up. "But I need to get you back to our time." She started walking towards Syndrome, but he backed away.
"Oh no, I like this time, no one knows who I am. I'm a free man." Syndrome said. It was all true, he was a free man here. If he went back with her, the minute he appeared he'd be handcuffed and would never see the light of day again.
"It doesn't matter what you like, you're coming with me." Mirage said, walking towards Syndrome. He tried to run, but fell in the process. He still couldn't put any weight on his broken leg, so it started hurting again. He winced from the pain, but didn't brood on it long. Mirage was already making the portal to bring him back, something he refused to go in. He looked at his hands, thank god he had pulled on his gloves.
He took aim and shot, hitting Mirage in the stomach with a blast of Zero-point energy. She was stuck half-way finished making the portal. It quickly dissipated back into nothingness. Syndrome sighed. He was safe, for now.
"I'm not going back." He said to her, still laying on the floor gasping for air.
"Now what to do with you?" He asked himself, smiling. There was nowhere to put her that she couldn't get out of. He refused to kill her, what would he do with the body? There was only one thing to do with her.
"You're going to have to work for me again. I can't have you simply leave and come back with an army, now can I?" Syndrome said, pushing himself up into a sitting position with the hand he wasn't using. Mirage rolled her eyes, the only part of her body she could move while in the energy field. Syndrome slowly lowered her down to the floor, as he had raised her when he had zapped her. When she was on the floor, he got rid of the energy field, but didn't lower hand. He didn't trust her fully, he never fully would again. Not after what she had done.
"I'm not working for you again. I still haven't forgiven you for what happened in the containment cell." She said stubbornly.
"You'll work for me, and you know it." Syndrome said, smiling. "Now help me up." He raised his hand to her. She took pity on him and walked over and helped him pull himself up. She then passed him his crutches.
"So where do I sleep?" She asked, looking around at everything in the foyer.
"Choose a room, there's plenty." Syndrome laughed, glad to have her back with him, even if he couldn't trust her. It just felt right.
Writer's Note: Poof! It's over! No more until the next chapter! Second unneeded poof!
What am I doing now? (other than typing this) I'm listening to the Garth Brooks Double Live CD! Another woot to country! No! A double live woot!
Now onto the story. I thought it was a good idea to bring Mirage into this, it added a charecter to move around and do stuff. And the fact she was sent by Rick just gives me tons of ideas for stuff she can do in quiet opposition to Syndrome! Yay!