Wow. I keep making up random characters, and can't keep track of 'em. Crazy.

Now pass the chocolate syrup, my pop-tarts need a little.

Bob watched Violet and Tony walk off nervously. It was almost November now, and nothing had been seen of the Underminer. It had taken some real work on Violet's part to convince him to let her go out with Tony at night, although she still didn't know the Underminer knew about… everything.

Dash's leg had finally healed enough for the cast to come off, but he was still not allowed to run or train until he was through with physical therapy. Not too happy about that.

"How do I look?" Violet asked Tony for the kanillionth time.

"You look fine, for goodness sake. They're just my parents."

"Easy for you to say."

"Don't worry about it. It'll be over in an hour. Just eat some dinner, laugh at a few lame jokes, then you can go home."

"Yeah."

"I promise, it'll be a breeze. Here we are." Tony led Violet up the sidewalk of his home to the front door. As Violet looked through the night, she came to the conclusion that the Rydingers had much moolah.

"Thank you for having me over this evening," Violet said carefully, sitting at the Rydingers' dinner table later that evening.

"Not at all, dear," Mrs. Rydinger said as she passed the potatoes to her son. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Tony's been telling us loads about you." Mrs. Rydinger took the paper Mr. Rydinger was reading, rolled it up, and slapped him over the head with it.

Both Tony and Violet turned red at his mother's comment. Not only was Violet embarrassed, but a little panicked. Oh please don't tell me he told them…

"(ahem), yes," Mr. Rydinger said. He looked as though he wanted to be doing this about as much as Violet or Tony did. In fact, Mrs. Rydinger was the only one who seemed thrilled about having Vi over for dinner. Three guesses who came up with the idea in the first place.

Violet took a bite of the green bean salad. Don't you dare puke! She swallowed. "Delicious."

"Thank you, dear."

"Mom, Dad cooked the meal."

"I cooked the green beans!"

"All right all right all right!"

Mr. Rydinger peeked back at the paper. Whap!

"So, uh," Mr. Rydinger said as he rubbed his head and glanced at his wife. "What do you think about the 'supers' issue, Violet?"

"Daaad," Tony said through gritted teeth, glaring at his father. Please don't.

"What do you mean, Mr. Rydinger?"

"I take it you don't like to follow politics much."

"I find politics a little depressing to be honest."

"Well, how about I fill you in without depressing you?" Mr. Rydinger suggested. Violet didn't want to stop a conversation that could be a welcoming, so she nodded. Tony mentally beat himself up.

"I take it you've heard of McCormick?"

She most certainly had. "Yes."

"Then I'm sure you've heard of some his brilliant proposals," Mrs. Rydinger said with a smile.

"I beg your pardon?" Violet felt a little confused.

"As I'm sure you know, this entire country has been sent into a 'supers' frenzy. People treat them like celebrities. It's really quite ridiculous," Mr. Rydinger said.

Tony felt like being true to the freshman class principal's assumptions and shooting himself.

"Supers and their antics are the last thing this country needs. Especially with our economy. They make more money than teachers, which is about as awful as the athletes who do nothing but sit on the sidelines and get paid a million bucks to do so. They take up jobs with their 'secret identities' that someone without another source of income could use. They damage public property, 'super villains' are always where supers are, and God knows what's going on in their heads. For all we know, supers could be plotting the destruction of 'normals,' like in that X-Men movie. Heck, that Underminer freak nearly got you and Tony and dozens of others killed chasing after the Incredibles! Some people in that theater were killed! You two should consider yourselves lucky. And when supers are hidden in their 'secret identities!' What if they have the power to, oh I don't know, catch fire or something, and then they sneeze in a national forest!"

"He's right," Mrs. Rydinger said. "I mean, last spring when that robot thing attacked; tons of money was lost trying to repair the damage caused by the fight between that thing and the Incredibles. Don't get me wrong, we all appreciate the supers' wanting to help, and the Incredibles did do a good job of destroying the robot. However, people were still killed or injured in that fight. And, after the supers and their villains start destroying more property, people will realize that during the fifteen years that supers were 'banned,' so to speak, there were no 'super villains.' At least not in our country."

"Exactly," Mr. Rydinger said, smiling at his wife.

Violet was stunned… And Tony was wondering if they had any cyanide pills in the medicine cabinet.

She went on with the last half hour before she went home politely, but the Rydingers noticed a change in her. Mrs. Rydinger insisted it was something she'd eaten that her husband had cooked up, but Tony would just shoot back if it was something she ate, it would definitely have been the green beans.

When it was over, Violet marched away from the house, Tony hot on her heels.

"Vi, c'mon, say something!"

"Something."

"Vi!"

Violet continued marching. Personally, she was very proud she hadn't had an episode inside that house, proud she had actually remained polite and kind in that house, and she didn't feel like having Tony screw it up now.

"Violet," Tony said, finally catching up to her. "C'mon, let me walk you home."

"Technically, you are."

"Violet, come on!"

"You could have told me, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you they were for McCormick! I'm sorry they're republicans!" (A/N hahaha! Sorry, I'm a democrat. If you're a republican, feel free to mentally change that to 'they're democrats' if you like) "I'm sorry the green beans tasted nasty!"

"Oh, don't remind me about those green beans."

"They were somethin' awful weren't they?"

"Yeah," Violet said.

"Vi… the reason they're like that… My dad's brother got killed when they were kids because… a super was trying to save the larger crowd from a villain instead of the few kids that were trapped in a car that had fallen into a river."

Violet felt something close to shame after that. "Tony… are you 'for McCormick?'"

"Well… I used to be, I guess. It's just… before, well you know, I didn't really think of supers that way."

"What way?"

"Like someone I knew. Like someone from school. Like someone who might be living across the street and have trouble downing green beans just like me. Like someone whose… just… normal."

Violet laughed at that.

"Well not normal, just not… as super as the rest of us think you guys are. I always thought of supers as gorgeous people in flashy suits smiling at a cop as they handed in a new creep," Tony said, trying to redeem himself.

Violet laughed again. "You have an odd imagination."

"Gee, thanks," Tony said sarcastically.

"Look, Tony… I'm not mad just because your parents like some weird congress dude… that should be taken out into a street and shot."

Tony laughed.

"I'm just kinda… I don't know. I mean… in a way, they're right!"

"Hey, none of that."

"I'm serious! We put people in a lot of danger!"

"Knock it off. You guys keep people from getting hurt. It's not your fault you can't save everyone."

"Oh shut up."

"I don't feel like it."

"Well I said so."

"Go home."

"I am home," Violet said, pointing over her shoulder. Sure enough, they'd walked all the way back to Vi's house. Bob was sitting on the front porch, waiting.

"Well, goodnight," Vi said to Tony as she turned to cross the street to her house.

"Hey Vi," Tony said, turning her around to face him again. "Uh… I mean… D-don't… I mean, you guys, supers, you are doing the right thing. You might not be able to save everyone, but you try, a-and you do keep tons more people from getting killed or hurt or whatever. Just don't believe that junk with McCormick."

Vi smiled. "Thanks."

"Uh…" Tony still faced her like he wanted to say something. Violet watched him as he fought an inward conflict, debated whether or not to actually say something or not. Finally, he decided.

Tony kissed Violet.

"Night, Vi." With that, Tony hunched off back towards his house and although Violet couldn't see it, he was beet red in the face. Tony, old boy, he thought with a sigh, you've been tamed.

Violet must have stood there staring after Tony for a zillion years. When she couldn't see him through the darkness anymore, she finally moved. And boy, did she move. Squealing like a squirrel on caffeine, Violet hopped/skipped/something-ed across the street and down her sidewalk, a huge smile plastered to her face.

When Bob saw his daughter coming, he stood up. When Violet had hopped up onto the porch, she then hopped right into a hug with her father, giggling/squealing like a nutcase.

Bob was slightly befuggled. (A/N remember that word?) "Went well?"

"NOT AT ALL!" Violet said loudly, still smiling like a maniac. She then detached from her father and hopped on inside. And all over the house.

"Mom, Vi's lost her mind!" Dash shouted as he stared at his sister, jumping clear over the couch he lay on.

"AND DARN PROUD OF IT!" Violet yelled. Dash continued to stare for a moment. For a family that's used to completely crazy situations, they certainly were knocked outta balance by the more ordinary crazy moments in life.

Violet then hopped through the kitchen where Helen was, yelling happily "THAT WAS THE WORST DATE EVER!"

Bob walked into the kitchen just as Violet de bunny hopped out. "For a terrible date, she certainly seems happy."

"Yeah, well, boys have a tendency to have that effect."

Bob sort of slouched at that. He was still a little uncomfortable with the idea of his daughter dating. "Well, he better just be careful."

"We know, honey."

School the next day quickly killed Violet's good mood. Math at 7:30 equals booooooooooooorriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing! What really sucked is that their normal room was being sprayed for bugs or something, so Vi had to go on a wild goose chase around the school looking for her class. They were now in the health room on the first floor. Joy.

Violet looked down at the worksheets in front of her. Burn… must kill… Violet wished like nothing else they were a pillow instead. God, I want sleep. Violet leaned her head against the window next to her desk. Somewhere in the back of her mind she could still hear the teacher. It was like the hum of a fly. Oh, just shut up! she thought. But then, something caught her eye outside. A van. No, two. Three. On the side of the vans were the local newspaper's logo.

What on earth…? Violet didn't like the looks of this somehow. She raised her hand and asked to go to the nurse. But she had no intention whatsoever to visit the nurse.

Violet walked around the halls for a little while, unsure of what she was looking for exactly. That's when she remembered something. When Helen and she had visited Edna "Creepy" Mode, E had made supersuits for them along with some everyday clothes that worked with their powers as well- and Violet just happened to be wearing the jeans and t-shirt that would turn invisible with her at that very moment.

Oh, God is good, Violet thought. She walked into a girl's bathroom, and when she walked out, no one could see her at all. She decided to walk to the principals' offices. If anyone knew why there were press vans in the school's front drive, one of the class principals would.

Meanwhile at the elementary school, there was an assembly being held. The kids filed into the gymnasium (they didn't have an auditorium or anything of the sort) lazily, wishing they were back in bed. Or at least back making paper airplanes in class.

"Testing, testing. Ah, there we go," Principal Polt said into his microphone. "All right everyone, settle down, settle down… there we go. Now, as I'm sure some of you have noticed, there have been some people hanging around the school today."

"Only on a Monday," Dash whispered to Alice. He waved to Todd, his friend from the grade he was supposed to be in. Todd waved back.

"Well, I just want everyone to know that these men and women work for the Metroville Tribune, and they are working on a story having to do with supers."

Uh oh.

"Don't worry, they're just going to be here for one week before moving onto another school district. I've been told they will not interfere with any classes. Now, Mr. Prattville's kindergarten class has a skit to perform."

Violet couldn't believe what she was overhearing the head principal and press whacko talking about. A city-wide search? For young supers? In school? Things have changed in the last fifteen years? Violet suddenly felt sick. Worse than green bean sick. She ran out of the office as quickly as possible, turned visible in a girl's bathroom, then went straight to the nurse. She needed the nurse now. She felt like puking. Like cutting off her ears. She didn't buy it. Why would the press choose this district for the first week of searching? No, it couldn't, it just couldn't be a coincidence. Laying on the nurse's office cot, Violet fought with all her might against a thought she dared not think. (A/N because THAT made sense) But it was no use. No super would do this, and neither would a 'normal' like Honey Best who was married to a super or something. No, there was only one person she could think of that would go out and blab like this, even if it didn't make sense. God, it sucked admitting it.

Tony.

POW! That was fun. I am so evil to the Incredibles. They're gonna need to go to the Bahamas or something once I'm done with 'em.

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