Disclaimer, I do not own the incredables, but I do own the Stockdale family. I don't own any of the locations this is set, I think the Yorkshire dales national park own them…or my dad…

Oh, and I defiantly don't own Miss Jarvis! She made my life hell for 5 years now she's going to do the same for Dash….I almost feel sorry for him…. Actually this chpter doesn't feature her, but later chapters do.

Star swordsman: I've only abandoned two of my storys: In the Jungle and a LOTR one. The others are still going, but unlike those one, I have a plan for this one anyway….

Chapter two…

The plane touched down in Leeds-Bradford airport at midday, after a 6 hour flight. The family staggered off and quickly went through customs, pausing only to rip off the hated badges where still stuck to there chests. Finally they where free of them, and free from the legislation that had ruined there lives. The staff didn't seem to bat an eyelid at the family when they where told that they where Supers, no one seemed to care, it was a strange almost reliving feeling.

Then they where out in the street, the terminal doors closing behind them. The air was cold, despite it being midday and there breath condensed before them in little puffs. The family weren't dressed for that sort of weather; in Metroville it had been warm, about 5 degrees Celsius. Here it was about -5 degrees. The family retreated quickly indoors and rummaged through there luggage to find more suitable gear. Then they ventured out again.

"Oi, Bob, over here!" A shout emanated behind them, followed by the beep of a horn and the family turned to see a pick-up truck sliding into a short-stay parking space followed by a quad bike. It was there cousins, the Stockdale's come to pick them up, the family quickly ran over to see them, and Bob shook hands warmly with the driver.

"Fred! Good to see you!"

"Alright Bob, how things over the pond?" The driver spoke with a strong Yorkshire accent, he was a slim man, but well muscled with a hard weather beaten face.

"Not good mate not good. How's the farming going?"

"same old, same old…" The two drifted into conversation, though they where related they hadn't seen each other for years, not since the glory days. Back then Fred had been Hypno, the masked hero that protected Skipton, but those days had gone. He still used his powers though, finding them useful in the farming business, especially when you where trying to get a good sale.

Dash and Violet, however where more interested in the tall youth that rode the quad bike, he rode bareheaded so that his long black hair streamed out behind him. He had a shallow face, pale with shocking white eyes, this was Dan-their cousin, though they hadn't seen him for a long time. He climbed off the quad and walked over to them, smiling.

"Dash, my man, good to see you! And you to Violet, it's been a while." He spoke with a accent, not as strong as his fathers but still strong none the less. He was 16, though he looked younger and Violet blushed. "Hi, Dan."

Dash had none of Violets embarrassment, "Hi, Dan! Is that your quad bike, can I have a ride? Please?" Dan smiled at him,

"we'll see. Now lets get on with loading your stuff. " He pointed a hand to where the luggage lay abandoned near the adults, by this time Helen had abandoned it and was talking with Fred. Dash and Violet began to walked towards it but Dan called them back, "There's no need to fetch it-I'll do it myself." He reached out a hand and his eyes blazed white. The luggage lifted into the air and flew into the back of the pick-up, landing neatly.

The adults had just about finished there conversation, "We'd better be off," Fred told Bob and Helen, "This is a short stay car park and I've got work to do once we get home."

Helen looked quizzically inside the pickup, "There's only 2 seats, and there's 5 of us." The farmer looked at her,

"So, you and Jack-Jack in the front and Bob and Violet in the back." Helen looked at the open roofed back of the pickup.

"Is that safe? And what about Dash?"

"Corse it's safe. I've got some wheels in there for them to sit on, and there's a rail to hold onto and everything! No way will they fall out of there."

"And Dash?"

"He can piggyback on the Quad, it's a two manner by the way, so he'll be perfectly safe." Helen still wasn't convinced, the quad only had one real seat, and the where no seatbelts or anything, just a grid for Dash to grip onto, if he slipped or let go…

"But…"

"Dan is an experienced driver, Helen, it'll be fine." Bob interjected, "it's not like he's unused to speed is it?" Dash was already on the quad, sitting behind Dan who was revving the engines.

"You ready to go yet dad?"

"You go ahead mate, you know the way back don't you?"

"Aye." Dan revved the engines and set off, before the long the pickup followed, Violet enjoying the wind whipping through her hair, all it could do now was rain.

So there we go, chapter two. You've met some of the main characters (And the main character.) Reviews are welcomed, as are ideas.