This little story was just a happy cathartic bit to get me through exams. Publishing for my four year anniversary with fanfiction. Thanks for reading!

~Name Calling~

Violet rolled her eyes behind her mask as the two men slid into the front seat. She was sitting quietly behind them in the car, patiently waiting for her signal. She and Dash had spotted the guys robbing the convenient store, but to keep the inevitable confrontation away from people trapped in the shop, they'd made their plan to take the fight outside.

One guy laughed and tossed a sack of cash in the backseat. It bounced off of her invisible stomach, but to Violet's relief they didn't notice.

"Step on it," the first man said, and his friend floored the gas coming out of the parking lot. A few cars on the busy street blew their horns at him but he only zagged across three more lanes of traffic.

"Did pretty good back there," said the driver, also laughing. "They believed the guns were real and everything." Violet resisted the urge to sigh; of course the guns weren't real, but who in the middle of an armed robbery was going to figure out or verify that fact?

She glanced behind them in the rear view window and, sure enough, caught sight of a purple blur streaking out from behind the convenient store. A moment later and there was a light jostle on the roof of the car.

"Did you feel that?" said the first man.

"Yeah," said the driver, "What—HAAAARR!" He swerved out of traffic and onto sidewalk before thumping back down on the asphault, still screaming, still accelerating. Violet, for her part, was just glad that Dash held on.

"Hey," the boy shouted, tapping cheerfully on the glass of the front windshield. "I think you guys stole some money back there. That wasn't very nice of you."

"Where did he come from!" screamed the first man.

"I don't know!" screamed the other.

"I ran up the back of the car," Dash said, as if it was the only logical explanation. The driver, now starting to comprehend the situation, jerked his wheel to the side in an effort to throw Dash, but the kid held on tight to a top rack, smiling all the while.

Violet decided it was time to intervene. She became revisable just long enough for Dash to see and acknowledge her before she blew a force field large enough to take up most of the car space. The force of it knocked the men's bodies against the walls and stunned the driver long enough that his foot fell off the gas pedal. They hit hard against the road curb and finally settled into a stop.

In a heartbeat Dash was off of the windshield, flinging the door open, and hoisting the man out of the driver's seat.

"You know," he said, "That wasn't cool shaking the car around like that. You could have thrown me off!"

By now the first man had recovered himself and realized that Dash was occupied with his partner. He threw open the car door and was going to make a break for it when Violet lunged past him and pulled the door shut. He glanced down, not seeing anything, before she blinked into sight in front of him. He screamed and tried to pull his fake gun on her but she isolated it in a field and yanked it out his hands.

"Oh stop trying," she said, and then she punched him in the face.

"Good idea," she heard Dash mutter, then there was a solid thump, and the driver appeared back in his seat, now lying unconscious. In the distance, she could hear police sirens approaching.

Dash peaked inside at her.

"Well now," he drawled. "What's a lady like you doing in a car like this?"

"Shut up Dash," she replied, clambering out of the backseat.

"Don't tell your brother to shut up," he said, grinning at her. She rolled her eyes.

"You did good there," she said. He grinned.

"Yeah, well I get that sometimes," he said lazily.

"You watch it you little insect," she growled, a force field challenge dancing on her fingertips. He gulped, staring hard at her hand. Playful though they always were, he was never one to call her on her bluffs these days. When he got to big for himself, he could trust that she would flatten him to the ground in half the time he could get out of her way.

"I guess you did pretty good too," he said. She dismissed the field and flicked his ear just as the police cars arrived, closely followed by a news unit.

"Love you too," she said.

"Howdy officers," Dash called to the closest uniform climbing out of his rig. "Your boys are in the front, goods are stashed in the back. Everyone okay at the convenience store?"

"Bit shaken, but all fine," said the officer. His superior came by and slapped Dash on the shoulder as he passed. "Nice job again kid," he said. As he crossed Violet he added, "And to you miss; we know you do most of the work." He winked at her before leading his men over to the car.

Violet smiled and had only just turned around when a microphone and camera were shoved up into her face.

"Miss Incredible, is that you in there?" yelped the reporter. "What's up with the new outfits? Are you and your brother breaking off from the family? Why the split? Why purple? How was today's catch?"

Violet pulled away enough to get some breathing room and smiled carefully at the reporter.

"We're not breaking off from the family," she said evenly. "This is just…something like a reboot for us. For when me and my brother go out together."

"Is there a new name?" the reporter pressed. "What are you calling yourselves, you and your brother?"

Violet hesitated for a moment but Dash suddenly appeared at her side, bumping her in the hip and throwing an arm around her shoulders.

"That's easy," he said. "We're new but not too new, you know? We're the Incrediduo."