Disclaimer: The Incredibles do not belong to me. Brad Bird and Pixar claim that. Wendy however is a different story.

Oppsie, Baby

Chapter 2: Staring Games.

Violet gave a squeal and promptly rolled out of the bed, landing in a very undignified huddle on the floor. Mr blue-eyes continued to stare at her, now with a grin of bemusement. She stared back, only the top of her head visible as she peeped over the mattress. She watched as confusion clouded the man's face, and began to wonder if he'd caught on.

Quickly she found herself pinned to the floor, only a thin sheet separating her from touching the man's bare skin. He studied her features intensely before giving a low growl and throwing himself off of her. Violet kept her eyes focused on the ceiling as he walked around attempting to find his pants. Sure she had slept with the guy, but for Christ sakes she was drunk!

Managing to regain her voice, Violet sat up clinging to the sheet. She kept her eyes averted still wary about than guy and his pantlessness. She coughed slightly, clearing her throat before speaking, "Sooo….how are you doing Syndrome?"

"Don't call me that." Came the reply.

"Why not?" Violet shot back, "It is your name isn't it? Syn-dro-me," Violet drew the syllables on the last word out, tasting them on her tongue.

"Not anymore," Syndrome replied, voice slightly muffled. Violet glanced over at him and was relieved he was wearing pants. Though he has lost that paunch he had, not to mention gained a really nice set of ab- No, she mentally scolded herself; we are so not going there. Remember he's the enemy!

Violet looked up, only to see the slightly confused stare of Syndrome. Feeling of bold she spoke again. "So if your name's not Syndrome, than what is it?"

"…Buddy."

Violet snorted. Then she laughed

"What?" Buddy growled.

"Sorry I just can't help it," Violet managed to say between giggles, "But Buddy?"

"What's wrong with my name?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Violet smirked, "It's just not a name I would picture you with. It's too…too…normal. Not really a name for a super villain."

"Former villain."

"Whatever."

Buddy said nothing in response, merely staring at the willowy black haired super. Feeling awkward Violet stared back, forcing her usual shyness away. She was not going to back down. If Syn-Buddy wanted a staring contest he was going to get one.

Mentally Violet pattered herself on the back as the ex-villain was the first to break the gaze, a slight blush grazing his cheeks. Realising why he was most likely blushing, Violet blushed to, attempting to wrap the sheet around her some more.

A few minutes passed in silence, Violet turning her gaze to stare at the cracks in the ceiling. When she looked down again, Buddy was checking his watch. After doing so he swore almost silently and began to search the room for his top.

After finding his top (stuffed between two chair cushions) he pulled it on and proceeded towards the door. Halfway there he paused, and turned to Violet, who had made her way onto the bed, now clutching a large pillow as well as her sheet. His voice was almost silent "You're not going to tell anyone are you?"

Violet snorted, flipping a lock of her hair out her eyes as she responded, "Yeah because I'm going to totally go around telling everyone that I, a superhero, went and slept with you, a supervillain. Sorry ex-villain. Not to mention that you're Mr Incredible's, my dad, biggest enemy." Violet sighed rubbing her forehead as she continued, "Of course I'm not telling anyone."

Buddy paused. Obviously those ideas hadn't occurred to him, "Ah…well that's…good." And with that he left the hotel room.

With a sigh Violet flopped onto her back, letting the sheet slip slightly. With a groan she hit herself on the forehead, holding back the swears that wanted to slip from her lips. What in Hell's Bells had she done! Honestly, she had thought she was better than that.

Another hit to her forehead, and Violet sat up and began to search for her clothes. It was getting late and Wendy would most likely be looking for her seeing as she was the usually supplier of painkillers for the blonde's hangovers. Not to mention the fact that she had class in an hour, she thought to herself as she glanced at the wall clock.

In fifteen minutes she was dressed, blocking the thoughts of curiosity that occurred because of some of the creative places that she had found her clothes. Without a glance behind her she left the room, and then proceeded to leave the hotel. She'd think about the whole debacle later. Right now she had stuff to do.

AN: So Vi thinks Buddy's name is funny and I finally begin to get this supposed plot into motion.