-1Ala kazaam! Bippidy bopped bop! Slam-a-lam-a-ding-dong (Go Cards)! And HOOOOOOW ARE ALLLLLLL OF YOU? Me, I'm crazy! You know what I love about this thing? It let's me take my mind off of my life dat's falling apart! OOMPAA! Fifteen men on a dead man's chest! Yo ho ho, and a box of Pop-tarts! And Captain Jack Sparrow, 'cause let's face it, he is way hotter than Orlando Bloom.

"So, what exactly do you do?" Violet asked Megan as they and Dash worked on repairing the hole in the ceiling, while Helen, Bob, and Jack-Jack worked on repairing the hole in Jack-Jack's bedroom floor (introductions already made). Dash, due to limited visibility at the moment, was restricted to sorting out the various items to be handed to Megan, who would take them from the table where Dash was to Violet, who was standing on top of a ladder beneath the hole.

"Well…" Megan said, an befuggled look on her face. "It's kinda hard to explain."

"Here's another question: how come I'm the one fixing your mess?" Vi asked, pointing her hammer at Dash.

"Hey, my face has quite possibly been permanently dyed charcoal. Lay off."

"Stop fighting," Helen barked, sticking her head through the hole with her arm so she could grab a new nail from Dash's pile. "Try to explain it, Meg," she said to change the subject.

"Um… I get these weird shield-armor things that are shiny. It's weird."

"That made no sense."

"Sort your nails, twerp."

"Show us."

"What?"

"He means, show us the weird shield things."

"Like this?" Meg asked, sticking out an arm and displaying it as separate sheets of bone mixed with diamond wrapped around it.

"Holy-"

"Violet!" Helen interrupted.

"Hey!" Dash exclaimed. "Your like that comic-book X-man guy! Oh, whatshisname! Uh… the one who, like, encases himself in metal! Colossus! (A/N this is a hint for those of you who couldn't get my description of Meg's power)

For a second, the sixteen year old looked taken aback, then said, "And hey! Your like that comic-book x-man guy who runs a lot! What's his name! Quicksilver?" She smiled sarcastically.

"Touché," Dash nodded in submission.

"Ooh, thank you," Vi said, shaking her hand as she took some more duct tape from the younger girl.

"So, um, why don't you guys tell me about yourselves. I mean, I see you two at school, but-"

"You do?" Bob asked from above.

"Sure," Vi said. "We live in the same school district, don't we?"

"Yeah, but we've never spoken before."

"That's because she's an almighty senior this year, and you and I are a lowly sophomore and a lower freshman."

"I'm a junior."

"Fine, I'll be lowly all by myself, see what I care." Dash pretended to be offended.

"Not true! Jack-Jack's lowly, too."

"Violet, look out!" Helen shouted from above as a hammer fell through the hole. Vi ducked under her arms and put up a force field just in time so that it didn't matter. Instead, it bounced off the force field and landed in the sink with a clang.

"And I thought my family was crazy," Meg said.

"Oh don't you worry," Dash said. "We're the craziest folks around. Except, you know, crazy people."

"Your vocabulary amazes us. How you managed to skip a grade is beyond me," Violet grumbled as she handed the hammer back to her parents through the shrinking hole.

"You skipped a grade?"

"Why yes, I skipped fifth grade, now that you mention it. I'm smart like that."

"Contrary to popular belief."

"Hey!"

"Kids! Don't make me finish something before it starts. Stop arguing and get working!"

When the ceiling/floor was finally patched (although roughly, with mostly spare boards, cardboard, and duct tape), the entire group sat at the table, the kids eating Oreos and talking while Helen read a book and drank tea and Bob read the paper.

Violet whistled low. "Seven brothers? I can barely handle two."

"But you do it very," Jack-Jack was saying as he reached to dunk his Oreo in a glass of milk, "…well." He smiled and shook his head back and forth happily for completing his task, making his long red-brown hair flop everywhere.

"And your two have super powers," Meg pointed out.

"Very true," Dash agreed. "And Jack-Jack here has around a million on his own, so it all amounts to about six or seven normal brothers."

"Whatever."

"How's senior year going for you, Vi?"

"All right. Most of my classes are okay, and Mom lets me use her car a lot of the time so I can drive around."

"Your welcome."

"Thank you."

"And she has a hot boyfriend!"

"Dash!"

"HA!" In the blink of an eye, the teenage boy had zoomed off, probably to a nearby music store, and wouldn't return for the next hour if someone didn't retrieve him.

Bob sighed. "I'll get him."

"And I might as well get started on dinner."

"We'll give you a hand, Mom," Vi said, and both girls walked into the kitchen after her.

"No more Oreos?" Jack-Jack asked.

"No, don't spoil your appetite."

"He's a character," Meg commented.

"Dash? Yeah. But we love him anyways."

"Um, I don't mean to be all business or something, but uh… what exactly am I supposed to do when I come over here? I mean, I get that I'm supposed to be learning how to 'be a good superhero' or whatever, and you guys are all great, but I'm not really getting how all this is supposed to help me."

Just then, wouldn't you know it, Jack-Jack fell victim to a fit of sneezes which resulted in him setting himself and his chair on fire.

"WHAT THE HECK!" the utterly shocked Megan exclaimed, running over to the unharmed four-year-old with her arms armored, picking him up, throwing him into the kitchen sink, then beating the chair out with her jacket before Helen or Violet realized what it was that had sent the newcomer into a panic. They looked between the panting teenager, standing over the smoking chair, and the bewildered toddler steaming under the sink faucet.

"Well," Helen said, "you could help me by coming over and doing that fifteen times a day so that I don't loose all of my hot-pads."

I'm trying really hard to not make this story like so many others I've read introducing a new character with superpowers. So if you like it, say so. If you don't, I agree with you. BYKER HILL AND WALKER SHORE! OTHER WORDS I CAN'T MAKE OUT TO THIS SONG THAT ROCKS! (there ya go, Pop-tarts and Irish/folk/rock music to write a chapter. I'm crazy)

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