AAAAAAA WRITER'S BLOCK IS KILLING MEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA1111111111111111111111! (Where did the ones come from...?) I supremely apologize for my utter lack of... unblockedness, to reader's of any of the fanfictions that I write (or attempt to). Methinks its time to go back to FROSTED pop-tarts! But in the mean time, (throws bottle of root beer upon head and dances like a monkey)

A boy had fallen into the tiger pit. Dear God.

Everyone was screaming, pointing, calling friends or the cops on cell phones. A few people even started screaming it was terrorism, but someone calmed the couple down shortly after they started cursing out the President for lousy defense or something like that. In no time the cops were there with zoo officials, and the press.

Meanwhile, Violet's eyes were glued to the boy, who was screaming in pain and (obviously) terror. Who could blame him, he fell at least fifty feet head first into a tiger pit- he was lucky his neck wasn't broken. However, his luck was running out; the pandemonium above was quite loud (by definition), and the noise was waking the tiger that had been sleeping on the other side of the pit (God forbid).

"Vi," Dash said. "Vi, he's getting up!"

"No he's not."

"I mean the tiger!"

Violet looked. It seemed Dash was correct, and now everyone was noticing it as well. Thus bringing the volume of the area up a few hundred notches.

"V-Vi, wha-what d'we do?" Dash yelled.

"I-I don't know!"

"W-Well shouldn't we help!"

"Of course we should, but how!" Violet exclaimed, turning to Dash. In a quieter voice, she said, "I don't have my supersuit on, do you?"

Dash shook his head violently.

"Perfect."

Suddenly two men popped up next to Dash and Vi, one carrying a large camera, the other with a microphone. Dash and Vi looked each other in the eye, knowing full well they were thinking the same exact thing: you can't be serious.

"Here we go! 5...4...3..." the cameraman said, holding up his fingers instead of saying 2 and 1.

"This is Wat Abidge, reporting live for News Ten. A disaster has begun to unfold here at the Metroville Zoo…" (A/N I dare you to say the reporter's name out loud)

The cameraman stepped forward to catch the action in the pit, and Vi was finally able to turn back to the boy and tiger below. The tiger was smelling the air, probably smelling the large amount of fear on the air, along with trying to understand this new smell in his pit.

"This can't get any worse, can it!" Vi asked Dash wildly.

Then things got worse. While the Parr kids were trapped by the news crew to the left, a bunch of cops and zoo folks just arrived to their right. It seemed that unless the zoo people hurried up with some tranquilizers that appeared to have been misplaced, the cops were gonna shoot the tiger. It also seemed that the zoo people would gladly shoot the cops if they did that since they'd just spent two years trying to get the Siberian tiger below that was just brought in two months ago.

The tiger stood up and the screaming got louder. The boy was losing it, standing up on his fall-bloodied legs to claw at the concrete wall that surrounded himself and the tiger.

Violet didn't know what to do. She and Dash had to do something, anything, but what, and how? It seemed impossible to do it without putting themselves in danger. It was a perfect example of 'pick your poison.' One, they could somehow figure out how to use their powers to help the boy, therefore exposing their identities in front of the press and the cops, resulting in scandal and probably arrest. Two, they could just leave and be guilty of either letting a boy or a tiger die. Three, they could try helping the boy without using their powers, which would require getting into the pit with the tiger (which would only make things worse). Four, they could not come to a decision in time to act upon it. And of course there were more options, more than Vi's mind could count as she raced through her brain for a solution to the problem.

"-a Siberian tiger the zoo-"

"-Until recently, this creature was-"

"-Shoot the animal, you freaks!-"

"-help my son! My son-"

"- seven year old boy, Isaac-"

"-the tranquilizers, according to officials-"

"-can't shoot the tiger-"

Violet's mind was pulled down by the chaos around her. Dash glanced from her to the action below in panic. The tiger had spotted the boy by now and was taking his time to check it out. A zoo visitor threw a soda at the tiger from above, making the tiger start. A cop and zoo official immediately tackled the visitor while the tiger snarled up at the person. And naturally, the projectile ended up making the tiger move closer to bawling boy. Now his yellow eyes were fixed upon Isaac.

"Hello, promotion!" the reporter whispered to the cameraman.

"Someone get that rifle ready!" the head cop to their right said while the zoo official in charge began to yell angrily at him.

"That is an endangered species, you cannot simply shoot it down like it's a video game, you sick-!"

"Vi, we gotta do something now!" Dash whispered urgently.

"I know I know I know!" What do I do!

The tiger was stalking along behind to boy, who was still clawing at the wall, tears streaming down his face. What if she exposed her entire family, possibly even Lucious Best, as supers? The boy was screaming he was going to die; his parents were losing it, just above their son and able to do nothing to save him from the impending doom. What if she didn't save the boy anyways? The tiger was only about twenty feet away now, closing in fast, preparing to leap. What if this was the movie theater all over again? What was she supposed to do?

Cops aimed pistols. A young zoo volunteer was running up the hill with a tranquilizer. The tiger sprang. Everyone screamed.

"Violet!" Dash screamed.

When the time comes, you'll know what to do…

The entire crowd seemed to take in their breath, astonished as they watched the tiger slip and slide, clawing and biting at something between it and the boy- a slightly purple tinted dome that separated the two. Then a different kind of chaos broke loose.

Violet was breathing like she'd just run a hundred miles, and Dash was trying to calm her down.

"It's okay Vi," he whispered (although he needn't have bothered, no one could hear over the screaming and the roars of the tiger). "It's okay, you did it."

"(inhale) That was too close (inhale)."

"Vi, doesn't matter, you did it."

"Yeah (inhale) Splendiferous. Now look what I've done."

Indeed, the appearance of a forcefield everyone knew meant one thing- Shadow was nearby, and everyone was so very close to discovering her secret identity and thereby all the Incredibles'. The press was looking around wildly, searching for a teenage girl with incredible superpowers. The cops, too, were looking every which way. Although they were all relieved to see no one hurt, this was a direct violation of super restrictions, and the entire nation's police force would get it from McCormick if Shadow wasn't arrested.

The zoo officials had finally managed to tranquilize the tiger.

"Dash," Vi whispered. "We need to get outta here fast."

"I thought you'd never ask. It's not a problem."

"For you, but it is for me, which is why I'm about to ask you to do something Mom's gonna kill me for."

"You have my attention."

Vi glanced around to make sure no one had noticed her hands sticking out, controlling the field. Boy, she felt on edge, what with some top reporter on one side of her and the cops on the other. If they'd just look down at where she was kneeling, she'd be so screwed.

People were moving into the pit to remove the tiger.

Violet grimaced as she said it. "I want you to run home as fast as you can…"

Dash was nodding eagerly.

"…and find me a very fast form of transportation. You got two minutes, 'kay?"

"On it!" Dash exclaimed. Thank goodness he was using his head and only jogging out of the zoo with this many people around. Violet watched him carefully until, hiding behind a bush for a few moments so no one saw him, he dashed off.

Violet turned her attention back to the pit, her heart still pounding. What if Tony was here at the zoo, or saw this on the news? Would he call the cops here and tell them who to look for? No, stop thinking like that. Tony does not exist at the moment. You just saved a kid's life, screw Tony.

The tiger looked heavy as a team of about eight slowly carried it inside. As soon as the tiger was in an indoor cage below, medics would move in to retrieve the boy, Vi would be able to breath, and everyone would stop screaming. She wondered what Dash would come up with with only about thirty seconds to spare.

What she didn't know is that outside the zoo…

"Stay in your lane, buddy!" Rapid Fire, fully suited, screamed out the window from behind the wheel of the super-morphed Incredicar. He crashed and zoomed through traffic until he reached the road that bordered the entrance side of the zoo, where he promptly stopped to wait, ignoring many stares from passers-by.

Violet watched the medics and the boy's parents rush into the tiger pit towards Isaac, her heartbeat final normalizing (although she couldn't say the same for the boy's mother by the looks of it). They all surrounded her forcefield, glancing at one another for a lack of knowing what to do. After a moment's hesitation, Vi let it go, and the boy was safe. Before the cops or reporters around her could notice, Violet turned on her heel and started walking away, which became a jog, which became a full-out sprint. Taking off her headband, she was able to hide her face and identity from everyone around her as she climbed into the Incredicar and they rocketed out. Of course, Violet had a cow when she found out Dash had driven himself there, hit the auto drive button after normalizing the car, and spent the trip throttling her brother.

And whether Violet, or Dash for that matter, knew it or not, they had just given McCormick and his supporters hell to deal with as soon as the story hit the papers/airwaves.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Bob opened the door to see a familiar face. It was Dean, with Lucious (who looked confused as to what was going on). And Dean was smiling.

"Hey, Mr. Inc," he said happily. "I gotta idea. Still got that Underminer cd I made ya?"

Well, I tried. At least we're FINALLY AT THE CLIMAX! WOOHOO! I MUST SING! RAINDROPS ON ROSES AND WHISKERS ON KITTENS! BRIGHT COPPER KETTLES AND WARM WOOLEN MITTENS (warm pop-tarts, too. and brownies)! BROWN PAPER PACKAGES TIED UP WITH STRING, THESE ARE A FEW OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!

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