Dateline: Sunday, April 26, 1981, 5:45 PM, Pacific Daylight Time.

"Violet, can you come here for a minute?" asked Dash.

"Sure, little bro. What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you about José."

"Oh boy, I knew this was coming!" Violet was exasperated.

"I'm concerned that this may just be a superficial crush; I just don't think it's a smart idea to jump into a relationship on a whim like this. Kim and I spent 2 whole months getting to know each other before we started dating."

"But it feels right, Dash. And if it feels right, shouldn't you go for it?"

"Not if it feels right for the wrong reason! Are you sure you're not just eager to get back into a relationship because you just broke up with Tony?"

"Dash, I'm not jumping into a stranger's bed because I'm on the rebound! If I was, I'd be with Smitty!"

"Who?"

"This guy at work. Oh, that reminds me, you need to be home by 8:00 tonight, you've still got school tomorrow."

"Yeah, thanks. Anyway, you really should get to know this guy better before you do anything, um, drastic."

Violet just chuckled at her brother. "I may have turned into Mom, but you have definitely turned into Dad!" She turned and walked away.

"I HAVE NOT!" Dash screamed, unaware that he was standing on both legs.

"Hey, Dash," said José, "doesn't it hurt to stand on your broken leg?"

Now he realized what was happening. "I'm healed!" he said exuberantly.

"Wow, I'm surprised," Violet said. "Superdoc wasn't expecting you to be better until Tuesday. Okay, we'll have to talk with him again, and see about getting that cast off."

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "I'll get it," said Dash. It was Kimberly Lavender.

"Hey, Dash, are you ready to go?"

"Honey, I was born ready!"

"Don't forget, Dash, you have school tomorrow!" said Violet.

"All right, bye!" And the two lovebirds were off for a night to remember. But they didn't know it at the time.

"I know this place on Pacific Avenue," Kim suggested. "My father's the manager, so I get food for free there!"

"Wow, free food, my favorite!"

They arrived and were seated within minutes. After Dash and Kim enjoyed a shared appetizer, Kim cleared her throat and took Dash's hand in hers.

"Dash, I love you…"

"I love you too, Kimmy."

"I know you do, but if we're ever going to get serious, we need to know each other better. I mean, better than we do already."

"Oh, boy, you want to tell me everything about your checkered past so that there's nothing about you that I might find out in the near future that would cause me to divorce you, right?"

"I don't think I would have used a run-on sentence to say it, but yes."

Dash sighed. "I was hoping I could wait a little bit longer, but if you need to know now, I guess I might as well tell you."

"Tell me what?" asked Kim.

"Kimmy, there's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it."

Then there was a long pause, about 15 seconds. Then…

"Kim, I'm a super. There, I said it! Damn, that felt good."

"Oh, my, goodness! You're a superhero?"

Dash was overcome with disappointment. "Yeah, and not just any superhero either. I'm Rocket, from Alpha Force."

"I don't believe you."

"Hmm?"

"I said, I don't believe you. You're just making up an excuse so you won't have to marry me. Typical male fear of commitment."

"No, that's not it at all! Kimmy, you know me better than that! Think about it, haven't you noticed me cutting class a lot of times, usually for no reason?"

"Well, yes I have seen that."

"And do you remember when I asked you why you loved me? What did you say?"

"That you're honest, compassionate, and always looking for ways to help people?"

Dash cast Kim a sideways glance that said, "You should be able to figure this out."

"You are a superhero!"

"Yeah. I understand if you never want to see me again."

"No, Dash. You see, I have something I need to tell you too."

"Okay, I'm listening."

"I'm a super too."

Dash just chuckled at the very notion that his girlfriend of 3 months could be a super.

"Oh, you don't believe me?"

"Well, come on, dear, you didn't believe me when I said I was a super!"

"You want me to prove it to you?"

"If you don't mind."

"Fine!" She picked up her knife and held it aloft, like a cleaver. Then she laid her free arm on the table like a man about to get his head chopped off. "Brace yourself, Dash, this is going to be gruesome."

"NO! KIM! DON'T!" Dash protested. But he was too late. Kim brought the knife down on her arm, hard. Dash cringed, waiting for the scream and for blood to start spurting.

But there was no scream. And no blood either.

Dash looked again. Kim's arm was severed from her body, but it didn't look like a severed arm usually does. It looked kind of like a Jell-O mold. A creepy, flesh-colored, arm-shaped Jell-O mold. Kim brought the severed arm to the point at which it was detached, and within seconds, her arm was whole again. She wiggled her fingers to prove that no harm was done.

"I told you it was going to be gruesome," she said.

"What was that?" Dash asked in surprise.

"Basically, my power is the ability to make my body behave like a liquid at will."

"Uh, huh," said Dash. He rolled that last statement around in his mind for a while until it made sense. "Kim, we need to have a long talk about this. But not right now, we have to get home right now, we have school tomorrow."

"Right," Kim said. The two got in the car and drove back to Dash's apartment. For the entire ride there, neither one of them said anything. Dash mounted the stairs and went directly to his bedroom in silence.

(A/N: Whoa, I'll bet you guys are stunned silent right now. I know I was stunned at myself when I wrote that. Kim's power was the second bombshell I told you guys about, so don't expect to see anymore. In the next chapter, I'll reveal even more about Kim, so you guys have something to look forward too. Hey, don't forget to review so I know how I'm doing! See you all next time!)