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As it turned out, Megan fit in quite well with the Parrs, much to the relief of both Helen and Bob. And Lucious, because he enjoyed not having Bob's fatherly responsibilities. In fact, in the next month, she came over more and more often until everyday after school, she would ride home with Violet and Dash and get a ride home late at night. This, needless to say, resulted in some interesting ways.
It became commonplace for Megan to help Helen out in the kitchen (which sometimes meant helping out with the exploding toddler instead), for one. Eventually, after they both let go of their pride, Megan and Dash started tutoring each other; Megan was failing math, and Dash couldn't follow a history class even if it leashed him in. (A/N Where did that come from?) And of course, Violet and Megan bonded immediately; finally, a sister for them both!
"…makes you calm. She'll hold you captivated in her palm!" Megan shouted across the house.
"Suddenly I see!" Violet sang into her hairbrush, leaping over the couch in scrubs and socks.
"This is what I wanna be!" Megan answered, sock-sliding down the hall to join her partner.
"Suddenly I see! Why the hell it means so much to me!" the duo sang to each other, leaving the nearby Dash, who HAD been watching TV with Jack-Jack, staring confusedly.
"Oh, come on, Dash, you know KT Tuntstall is good music."
"Sorry, but no."
"Oh, and what do you like?" Megan asked.
"Gershwin!"
The girls blinked. "Is he serious?"
"Unfortunately."
"The guy was a mad genius."
"So was Mohler, and he wrote a two-hour long symphony everyone sleeps through."
"Hey, I didn't! It's not my fault you and Mom and Dad have no class."
"Do I want to know?"
"No."
"Girls are weird."
"You keep thinking that, buster."
"Kids!" Helen shouted from the basement. "What's taking you so long? Get down here, NOW!"
"Coming!" all four responded.
By saving up the family's superhero-work-money, then paying Dean to "supe up" the stuff, the Parrs had made a super training center over the last year, pun intended. They kept the equipment in a well-sized room in the basement, which they kept locked up whenever company came over.
What do I mean by "equipment?" Let's see now. Anyone could use the normal treadmill (after all, they had to be in good enough shape to chase bad guys all over town), but Dash had his own special treadmill which, when it read five miles an hour, was actually going about 40x that speed. It was a bad day for anyone else who accidentally got onto that device (which had happened on those particularly stressful days, like when Bob had a big meeting or Vi had some huge test).
Then, for Helen, or anyone who wanted to practice how to fall without breaking a color bone, a section of the room was covered in tumbling mats. She also had her own special Bowflex-type machine that Dean had somehow extended to accommodate Mrs. Incredible's flexibility.
Bob, of course, could always go down to the train yard if he wanted some really challenging weight lifting, but they also had a bench press and independent weights for him at the house, up to about 500 pounds; he also had his own Bowflex-type machine. This stuff was, naturally, shared with the learning Megan. We say "learning" because she had yet to figure out how to control her strength. She was hardly in as good shape as the rest of the family, but the teen did have one strength: "she'd make a freaking awesome knight," as Vi and Dash would say. Yes, Megan could easily shield-up, either entirely or just in part.
Meanwhile, Violet had a more difficult time training, simply because of the ambiguity of her own powers. She could train some with everyone else's stuff, but she would regularly go into a large closet off the side of the room that she had vamped up for herself. Here, she could experiment and practice with her powers as she wished, especially her forcefields. What she actually did was a mystery to her family, but she would occasionally share the info with Tony, and lately she had been working on forcefield shapes. Orbs and circular shapes had been mastered, and in the last few years, she had become a master of enormous shields. Now she was working on odd shapes, like cubes, pyramids, and plain flat shields. Very secret stuff.
And then there was Jack-Jack. He basically had a pen in the middle of the room to himself and a fire extinguisher and was allowed to work however a four year old fireball can without hurting someone.
Yes, this was indeed the "training" room. (A/N we have just addressed a little pet peeve of mine. Voila) If everyone in the world "trained" the way these supers did, current Olympians would have little to brag about.
How was that for a transition chapter? Short, I know, but cut me some slack; I couldn't sleep past 7 this morning, I haven't had anything to eat, and my legs feel like I-beams. WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FRIKIN' SUMMER! I HATE BEING RESPONSIBLE! OCH NO BIEN SCHNII! (ooo, new language! I shall call it Squishy, and it shall be mine, and it shall be my Squishy!)
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