Hello readers!

I don't own Big Hero 6 or the Incredible-oh, you guys know the rest.

I was inspired from the idea of Helen Parr from the Incredibles and Cass Hamada from Big Hero 6 being friends from a fanfic by Wings of Sanguine titled "We Could Be Immortals." You guys should go read it, I thought it was neat. Anyway, I did not copy that fic in any way, I just used the idea of Cass and Helen being friends as a background for this little two-shot.

Anyway, quick note- this story takes place eight years after the Incredibles left off and one month after the events of Big Hero 6. The way I see it, Vi is about 15, Dash around 10, and Jack-Jack 1 1/2 or 2 during the events of the Incredibles. So, Violet was born the year that the Anti-Hero Act was passed, Dash born five years after her, and Jack-Jack eight years after him. I think that Tadashi would have been born the same year as Dash, meaning Hiro is five years younger than either Dash or Tadashi. The car crash that killed Hiro and Tadashi's parents would probably have happened when Tadashi was eight and Hiro was three, so Tadashi and Hiro started to live with Aunt Cass the year that Jack-Jack was born. Meaning...(does calculations) Dash and Tadashi were nineteen when Big Hero 6 starts, Violet was 23, and Jack-Jack was eleven.

Nice and confused yet?

I'm kidding. Anyway, enjoy this little fic and let me know what you think!

Toodles!

Narwhals Forever

Spontaneous phone calls weren't exactly a rarity (E kept her busy with plenty of them) but Helen was nonetheless a bit surprised when she was woken from a rather pleasant dream by the loud ringing of the phone in her ear.

Rolling off the couch in shock, Helen stumbled over to the coffee table where the phone had been resting and fumbled with it, finally holding it still so that she could clumsily read the caller ID.

"California?" She muttered to herself, reading the area code. "Who do I know that lives in…" she pressed the green button and lifted it to her ear."Hello?"

"Helen?"

Helen almost dropped the phone. "Cassandra?" She asked in startled surprise. She quickly got up off the floor. "What? What happened? Did something bad happen?"

Helen and Cassandra Hamada went way back, all the way to the third grade. Helen had asked Cass to help her with a class project. Helen had accidentally reached too far, screaming in shock when her arm had stretched like silly putty over the table. Cass, surprised but relatively calm, had helped Helen bunch up the arm like a hose and dump it in the washing machine, hoping to shrink it to a normal size. They were interrupted by Helen's mom, who stopped them and explained to both of them that some children had different abilities than others, which was fine, but needed to be kept a secret to protect Helen's identity. Oddly, the usually energetic, imaginative Cass understood and promised to keep Helen's powers a secret, a promise she had kept faithfully through all these years.

For the longest time after that, Helen and Cass were inseperable.

Sleepovers, hour-long conversations about everything from hot wings to the color blue, giggling over crushes, telling their deepest, darkest secrets to each other, the two were practically sisters.

Helen confided in Cass about her aspirations to make a difference in the world, to use her special powers to help people.

Cass told Helen about her ambitions to become a professional pastry chef, wanting her creativity and love of cooking to become her career despite her family's long tradition of becoming engineers or technology professors.

They supported each other always, sticking together like glue.

Until high school graduation, when they had tearfully parted ways. Cass went to college in San Fransokyo, all the way across the country, taking culinary and private business classes and living with her brother's family. Helen (along with their mutual guy friend Dug) joined the air force, Helen later returning and becoming a part-time superhero in their hometown of.

Cass had made Helen and Bob's wedding cake. Cass had listened patiently to Helen's worries and woes about life undercover after the Anti-Hero Act was passed. Cass had sympathized when Helen grew suspicious about Bob's new job, celebrated when the Parr family saved the city and got the Anti-Hero Act lifted.

Likewise, Helen had been excited for her when Cass opened up her own café, and cried with her when a car accident killed her brother and sister-in-law, leaving Cass the single guardian of two young nephews just shy of her twenty-second birthday.

They had both wanted to see each other sometime in the past sixteen years or so, but sadly, the expenses of a private business and two young nephews made it difficult for Cass to make ends meet, similarly to Helen, who had to support three children and multiple relocations on a mediocre-at-best insurance agent's salary. So the years passed, on and on, without much word from the other.

Then, a mere seven months ago, Helen had received a chilling phone call in the middle of the night from a hysterical Cass, sobbing that her oldest nephew, Tadashi, had been killed in a fire at his university. Helen had cried with Cass, her heart aching for her friend's loss.

Dash was eighteen, almost nineteen when Tadashi had died. They were almost the same age.

Helen had sent flowers and a sympathy card, but herowork prevented her from coming and giving her condolences in person. Helen submitted herself to being the shoulder to cry on through the phone, giving Cass advice on how to keep it together while she's still grieving, how to handle her youngest nephew Hiro (who was showing signs of depression after his brother's death) and even sending some money to help cover the cost of Tadashi's funeral.

But hearing her usually bubbly, excitable friend in such a state of mourning and unsureness of what to do next rattled Helen. True, her line of work had toughened her up, but the rare yet horrifying events like this one shook Helen to her very core.

Which is why this phone call made Helen cripplingly afraid of what Cass was about to say. Don't say something just as horrible happened, Helen thought, don't say your café burned down or your business went under or there was an earthquake and good GOD, don't tell me that something happened to Hiro.

"No, no, nothing bad happened!" Cass cried. Helen noted with relief that her voice was its normal, happy-go-lucky tone. "No! Well...not really. I was actually hoping I could ask you about something."

"Sure, sure, yeah." Helen said. Jack-Jack, now eleven, appeared in the doorway, holding a soccerball under his arm. While having significantly more hair than he did when he was a baby, it still stuck straight up into the air, like perfectly pointed spikes of grass growing off his head.

"Mom? Are you okay?" Jack-Jack asked.

Helen waved him impatiently aside, mouthing the words, I'm fine, I'm fine, go play. Jack-Jack, taking the hint, shrugged and ran back outside, kicking the ball out in front of him in the summer sun.

Running a hand through her hair, Helen asked, "So…what is it you wanted to ask me?"