Thanks very much to Elastigirl (author of Do We Have To Move Again?) and Alias Morpheus for reviews

Also, Alias Morpheus – sorry for not continuing with explaining about Tony

It will come later, I didn't just leave it like that

It never actually struck me that you'd want to know right away

Which was stupid

But yes, it's coming, eventually, it all comes together in the end

Thanks anyway

And just read, review if you have time

Enjoy! Love LJ xXx

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Throw Me. Chapter Six. Breaking And Entering

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Dash stumbles blearily through the house in the middle of the night, with a short attention span and irregular sleep pattern, Dashiel Robert Parr has never really had a full night's sleep – endlessly useful for him, hell for his parents. He stops in the middle of the hall, blinking and getting used to the darkness when he feels a cold draught, chilling his skin through his pyjamas. Awake now, he turns to see that, past the slightly open door of his sister's bedroom, the window is open and the bed, vacant.

"Violet? Vi?" he creeps into her room and walks around inside it, checking that she isn't hiding in any of the corners.

The room is empty. He stands in the middle of it and swears quietly to himself. His digital watch tells him it's 4 o'clock in the morning and within hours his parents will be waking up and promptly freaking out over their missing daughter. Thinking nothing else, he grabs his super suit and mask and slips quietly out of the same open window.

As her younger brother had stood, blinking, in the hallway of their house, Violet Parr had been by the steps of the City Jail. She was only going to see him, she told herself; she wouldn't do anything stupid, she wouldn't give herself away. Nodding to herself, she glanced down at herself to make sure she was invisible and then slipped inside the building.

The guard, playing around with a mini basketball, takes a half-assed aim at the tiny basketball net stuck to the window with suction caps and misses. He shrugs, puts his feet up on the desk and leans back in his chair, modelling something out of Blu-Tack: the ultimate signs of boredom.

Violet smiles to herself and, quietly slinking behind him, she nudges slightly the swivel chair of the now-sleeping man. With perfect precision, his feet slip off the desk, his chin off his hand and his elbow knocks the button which releases the gate into the corridor cells. He swears loudly, mumbles to himself and falls back asleep as the gate slides to a halt. By this time, though, Violet is already halfway down the corridor and glancing into each cell for that familiar face.

She sees him now, through the bars of the cell and curled up on the prison bed, huddling under his thin blanket.

"...Tony." she murmurs, without thinking.

"Who's there?" he sits up suddenly and Violet stops herself from yelling out with shock. She thought he was asleep but clearly not as she watches him stare at her, through her, with crazed and darting eyes.

"You've got to let me out. I didn't do anything, I swear. You've gotta believe me." His voice is hoarse and older than it was before. There's something desperate in his face and a hazy confusion clouds his eyes from time to time. Then he falls back onto the bed, worn out.

Violet edges closer to the cell, now that he is no longer watching; she reaches out and takes hold of one of the cold metal bars with an unseen hand. But as she leans closer to the bars, her breath shallow to keep as quiet as she can hear some sudden loud noises coming from the entrance hall; the guard shouts and something falls to the floor with a crash. The cell gate she just came through slides open again but she still holds onto the bars and cannot tear her eyes away from the boy lying, defeated, on the bed.

"I believe you," she whispers.

Dash sprints as fast as he can down the corridor and hits into his invisible sister who falls back with a yelp. For a brief second Tony, who looked up when he thought he heard his girlfriend, sees that small kid in red again, but he blinks and he is gone again.

"Ow!"

There's that familiar yelp. Tony leaps up and runs to the bars.

"Vi? Violet? Vi?" he yells down the corridor but Dash, who had quickly grabbed his sister's wrist and ran, has already dragged her back out of the building.

"Shut up, kid." Someone in another cell mumbles, irritably and Tony returns, dejected, to sit on the side of his bed.

"Dash? What are you doing here?" she mutters to her brother once they've left the entrance hall, in which Dash's more destructive method of throwing the guard's computer monitor onto the floor to get in, is still clearly visible.

"Getting you back – need I ask what you are doing here?" Dash returns with a superior smirk. It's not everyday you can get one up over your big sister. "I think you should be in bed."

"Home is about the last place I'd like to be right now," Violet mutters darkly as they stroll back in that direction. "They just don't believe he didn't do it."

"So? What's the big deal? They don't have to believe you – until you prove them wrong, of course."

"Prove them wrong?" she looks at her little brother with a smile creeping across her face. "Yeah, I guess I could do that."

"And if it helps at all, Vi," Dash looks up at her and smiles back. "I believe you."

"You do?"

"Yeah – I believe I can beat ya back to your room!" he grins and speeds off down the empty suburban streets.

"What? You little ! You're not allowed in my room! Come back! Dash!" Violet shouts after him and hears only his delighted laugh echoing back towards her. She rolls her eyes and, with an exasperated sigh of someone who is clearly too old for these childish games, gives chase.

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