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

Oppsie Baby

Chapter 3: Who, what, when.

A month passed and Violet thought little about what had happened. She buried herself in her studies, refusing Wendy's attempts to get her back out on the party scene, occasionally calling home to reassure her family that everything was fine.

But it wasn't. Late at night the thoughts would come, blurry memories of a night that Violet didn't even remember. So did that make them memories or just her imagination? Violet wasn't sure. And frankly she was usually too stuffed to care. Most nights she'd just roll over and fall asleep and on the few times that failed, she turning on her i-Pod, drowning out the thoughts with music.

So Violet skipped along, happily denying the fact that yes she had gone out and yes she had gotten drunk. And most importantly denying the fact that she had slept with a man that had attempted to destroy her life and in fact had rectified it. And that worked just fine, at least until on certain day.

Violet was late. Late, late. Sure it could have just been stress. She had, had a couple of really big tests and assignments. But she knew it wouldn't be that. Mainly due to the fact that life enjoyed screwing with her life. Giving her powers she didn't want, making her use those powers. So therefore in the usually predictability she was pregnant.

And so with a quick trip to the doctors it was confirmed, that she Violet Parr, was soon going to have her own bundle of joy. Yay. She ignored the congratulations the doctor gave her, hurrying from the surgery, thoughts a blur in her mind.

One of the main ones of course was what she was going to tell her family. The other was what she was going to about Syndrome. If she was a different person the other question would be whether or not to actually keep the baby.

But Violet had already knew the answer to that question. Abortion was unthinkable; she would never be able to go through with that, the pain and the endless what ifs. Adoption was possible but if she was going to carry a child for nine months and then actually bring it into the world she was going to keep it.

So the question was who to tell first.

It was late when Violet finally managed to rack up the courage to make a call. Her mobile sat in her hand as she entered the number before entering the call. Putting it to her ear it rang once, before she disconnected.

Take two shaky breathes, Violet re-dialled, allowing the phone to ring to the answer phone. Listening to the recording Violet took two more breathes, followed before a gulp and then finally Violet spoke, tucking a strand of her black hair behind one ear as she did.

"Hello," a pause, "It's me Violet. I need to speak to you. Badly. Call me back please. It's important."

Finishing her message, Violet ended the call, placing her mobile on her bedside table. Then finally she gave into the sobs that had been threatening her from the time the doctor had come back with her results. Switching off the light, Violet curled into a ball on her bed, letting herself cry like she had when she was younger. Then finally, exhausted, she fell into a dreamless sleep.

AN: So there's still no plot and I have no idea what I wrote. I guess this is just a filler chapter. Hopefully something of substance will be written soon. But I can't make any promises, as my school load is way heavy. I've got English questions, maths questions, history questions, a geography assignment, and huge science assignment and a play to rehearse for drama. So any writing is done in the few minuscule times when I'm not sleeping of studying. So yeah