You may not know this Star swordsman, there aren't many towns in the dales…I might introduce a villain at some point but that's not certain either. You might just be about on about people hating the Supers, unfortunately the dales are a very conservative area.

Little quiz for you all, see who gets it right (Or guesses it right) I'm going to get Dash into two sports he probably hasn't encountered before, can you guess what they are…There are clues in the upcoming chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own the incredibles, okay. You got that? Right. On we go

Dash yelled with delight as they sped through round the ring-road that circled Skipton. Unusually for this time of year the ring road was clear except for a few tractors and so they made good progress.

It wasn't the speed that made Dash so exhilarated, he was used to speed, it was the shudder of the quad beneath him, the roar of the engine and Dans driving. Needless to say Dan was pushing the quad to it's limits in a attempt to scare the boy behind him, overtaking on blind turns, taking shortcuts across fields and going as fast as he could seemed to be the norm.

They skidded round the roundabout and onto Grassington Road. The whole journey had been quite an eye opener for Dash. He was a city boy born and bread so seeing miles and miles of fields and huge hills was strange for him. And he hadn't even been into the real wild country that was the dales.

They flew past the Craven Hethier Inn, to quads wheels leaving the ground as it crested the hill. Dash yelled again and Dan smiled. Not long now, just 9 more miles and he'd be turning off at Craco. The reached Rylstone, a tiny place with only 10 or 12 houses in, and a pub. That was one thing that Dash noticed everywhere had a pub, no matter how small. Most places had two.

Half a mile down the road they came to Craco, a village that consisted solely of two lines of houses that marched down one of the few patches of straight road. They swung around another corner, went passed a quarry and then swung down a almost invisible track that came off at right angles to the road. In most cities this would have barley passed for a driveway but here it was a main road.

They jetted through Linton, another small place that had almost as many pubs as houses. Then, finally they where on a large straight bit of road. Dash felt relieved, his bottom was going numb from all the jolting about on the road to Linton. Dan meanwhile was intently watching the road, then suddenly he slammed the breaks on, pulling quad round in a 90 degree turn. Smoke filled the air from the back tires and Dash nearly went flying, he yelled at Dan who was laughing. "Tell me when your going to do that next time!" Dan just kept laughing and gunned the engines again, starting up the country track towards a large hill. He was going slowly now but still the Quad was jolting about. "Are we there yet?" Dash asked,

"No, this is just the road into Thorp, the village is just behind the Fell." Dan replied, "Then there's another, worse track than this that leads to the farm." Dash wondered what he meant by Fell, then he realised that the boy was referring to the hill in front of them. Dash could see people running up and down the hill, they seemed to be practicing for something.

"What are they doing?"
"Practicing for Thorpe Fell race."

"Thorpe what race?" Dash asked,

"Fell Race, it's a type of running we do up here, you run up a hill and down again, it's really hard and dangerous." Dan replied, hoping the expiration would satisfy his cousin. It didn't of course.

"Doesn't sound that dangerous."

"Well it is, okay, look where in Thorpe now." The quad had rounded a corner and was now on a rough straight that led towards a small group of clustered houses, two or three at most. They passed The Devonshire Arms, Thorpes pub, and then turned off onto a muddy track. The road was bumpy and they where both jolted about terribly. Each side of the road ran a dry stone wall and beyond that where fields full of sheep. Finally after half a mile or so or hell they reached another turn, went through a gate and the farmhouse was before them.

It was an old, low building two stories high. What it didn't have for height though it made up with length and depth. The windows where only a foot or so from the ground. To one side of the farmhouse was a barn which was followed by a ramshackle of building and to the left was a court with short cut field with posts at either end rising in a H. A thin white sheen of frost ran across the mown grass.

Dan leapt of the Quad, followed rather more slowly by Dash who was not used to the constant bouncing of the quad and was now rather sore, and made his way to the door that led inside. He opened it, looked back at Dash who was slowly following.

Inside the house was warm with the smell of a wood fire, Dash smiled as he gingerly came down the steps that led to the hall from the door. From the left there came the sound of a woman singing, badly, to The Beatles and a TV blaring from the right. Dan yelled, "Mum, where home." and made his way into the kitchen. The sound of voice came then and then Dan walked out with a tall woman who looked a lot like Helen except with grey hair.

"Mum, this is Dash." James said and the ladies arms extended out so that she could hug Dash without moving. Dan looked vaguely embarrassed, "Errr.my mum has the same powers as your mum." He explained. The two women where sisters.

Meanwhile Dash was being dragged slowly towards the woman as she constantly spoke, "Dash, it's so good to see you again, where your mother….You've grown so much since I last saw you, but that was years again wasn't it and…"

"Err, hi Auntie Judith.£ dash managed to squeeze out, looking to Dan for some help. It came as Dan pulled his mums arms away.

"Err, mum, the puddings are burning" he said as the smell filled the air.

"Oh! Cra…I mean Oh sugar!" She yelled and ran from the room to fight the fire that was rapidly developing in the kitchen. Dan smiled at Dash, "Do you want to see your room or my sister?" He asked,

"My room." Dash replied and they set up towards the stairs but didn't get 5 meters before a girl materialised in front off them.

"What was that about me?" She demanded, "and who's this?"

Dan sighed, "There was nothing about you, Ruth. Oh and Dash this is Ruth, my sister, she can teleport in case you hadn't noticed. And Ruth, this is Dash, your cousin. Now would you please get out of our way?"

"No." the girl replied, she was about 5 foot tall with shoulder length hair, it was hard to tell how old she was. Dash o rembered what his mum had said, 10, that was it, she was 10. She looked a hell of a lot older though.

"Ruth, move out of the bloody way."

"No, I'm coming up with you."

"No your not." James responded, using his powers to lift her into the air and depositor her there. He then retreated up the stairs, keeping the girl pinned to the ground. "She can't teleport then." He explained, "If she can't move her molecules she can't teleport."

"NO fair!" His sister protested, "I'm telling mom!" Dan turned and ran upstairs, Dash keeping pace with him at a gentle jog. The stairs spiralled upwards, a legacy of the days when the farmhouse had been a refuge. "Right." Dan said once they reached the top. "Where sharing a room, ours is on the right, your sister is sharing with Ruth and your parents have the guest room."

He pushed open the door to his room and they went it. It was painted Back and white, with a bunk bed in the right hand corner. "You've got top bunk." Dan said, "sorry if it's all a bit tatty, I'm going to have it redone soon." There was a voom outside that announced the arrival of the rest of the family.

Okay so it's not exactly scintillating stuff, but it'll get better. They have to settle in first