Crimson and Violet

"I didn't ask to be a Super! I didn't want this! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN!"-When Violet decides she's had enough of being a super, she goes to the one man who she knows can help her. But what happens when she looses her memory, and the only one she can cling to is Buddy Pine and his alter-ego Syndrome? Synlet AU/OOC

Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is my first Incredible's FanFic, so please let me know what you think! Please r&r!!! : -D

Disclaimer (for the whole story): I don't own the Incredibles, but if I did, Syndrome would totally be my boyfriend . . .

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Crimson and Violet

Chapter One:Help

The Parr family sat uncomfortably at the dinner table. It was a full two months after the whole, 'Syndrome Incident', and once again, up came the uncomfortable topic of 'Normal'.

"Normal? What do you know about normal? What does anyone in THIS family know about normal!" Violet exclaimed, banging her fork against the table, glaring angrily at her mother.

"Young lady, I will NOT have you take that tone with me!" Helen said, her tone stern. Violet ignored her, continuing with her tirade.

"I don't care what tone I use! And you can't make me care either, you're not the boss of me! I don't have to listen to you!"

"As long as you live in THIS house, yes you do!" Helen said, standing.

"Fine! Boss me around! Tell me what to do! I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!" Violet screamed. Her mother looked taken aback, and the room went a deathly silent.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me! I never wanted to be a Super in the first place! It's hell not being able to tell friends where I'm going, or not having a boyfriend because it would mean having like, three different lives! I didn't ask to be a Super! I didn't want this! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORN!"

"V-Violet . . .you're starting a monologue," Dash whispered, shrinking back in his chair. Violet's eyes flashed bright purple for a moment.

"I DON'T CARE!"

"Don't you speak to your brother that way! You're acting like such a-" Helen paused, trying not to say something she would regret. Violet's eyes narrowed.

"Go ahead, say it. I'm acting like such a-"

"Like a such a child! You're acting like Syndrome, okay?!" Helen screamed. Tears burned at Violet's eyes, and she stood and left the room. Standing in the doorway, she looked to the ground, eyes covered by her long, dark hair.

"Comparing me to a villain, huh? Well then, maybe next time I see Syndrome, I'll ask if he needs a new assistant," she said, before running down the hallway and slamming the door to her room.

Violet threw herself onto her bed, sobbing her heart out into her pillow.

"Rough day, huh?"

Violet flipped over and gasped, drawing her knees closer to her body.

"Syn . . . syn.. syn-"

"S'ok, you can say it sweetheart," Syndrome said, stepping from the shadows and running a hand through his wavy red hair.

The next moment Syndrome found himself on the ground, being violently assaulted, as Violet began smacking him with a lamp.

"Ow! Hey! Quit that! Ouch, could you just-HEY!"

"Why won't you stay dead?!" Violet screamed.

"Vi?" a tentative voice came from the hallway. Violet's eyes grew wide and she pulled Syndrome up and shoved him into her closet.

"Stay here," she hissed, slamming the door. She ran across the room and jumped onto the bed, burying her face in the covers just as Dash opened the door.

"Vi? Are . . .are you okay?" Dash asked, touching his sister gently on the shoulder. In response, Violet threw a pillow at him, which he easily dodged.

"Vi . . .you know mom didn't mean it. She. . . She's really upset. Come back to dinner, please?"

"Get out of my room Dash. I don't want anything to do with you . . .Supers," Violet said angrily. Dash gave her a sad look before exiting her room, closing the door behind him.

Syndrome opened the closet door, a deep frown on his face.

"You really do sound like me," he said.

"What do you want?"

"To help,"

"To help? How could YOU possibly help me?" Violet said, inviting Syndrome to sit beside her on the bed.

"Well, I couldn't help but . . .err. . .over hear what you said at dinner. I have the technology to . . .uh, how to put this lightly . . .I have the technology to take away your powers,"

Violet sat shocked. Syndrome could take away her powers. She wouldn't have to be a Super anymore. Violet narrowed her eyes.

"What's the catch?"

"No catch," Syndrome said, opening his arms wide. "It's just that . . .I've always wanted to do something good with my life, and. . .well, you need help," he said.

"Please," Syndrome said, his bright blue eyes suddenly sad. "Please, let me help you,"

Violet was silent for a time, thinking. As if it wasn't strange enough that Syndrome was alive and well, except for a long scar that ran down his face, but that he was in her room, begging to let him help her.

"And you're sure that this will get rid of my powers completely?" she asked after a while.

"Completely," Syndrome said.

"And what if I. . .change my mind,"

"Then I suppose we could change the process, flip it around I guess,"

"You guess?" Violet said. Syndrome blushed slightly. It was odd, Violet thought, looking at the man whose face she had seen in so many of her nightmares, seeing Syndrome blushing, even slightly at that. Cold-hearted villains shouldn't blush.

'What could have made him so. . .vulnerable,' Violet thought. And then another, eerier question began nagging at her. 'Can I really trust him?'

Violet stood and pulled a duffel bag from her closet and began filling it with clothing and other necessities.

"Just tell me the real reason you want to help me," she said, carelessly zipping the bag shut.

"Because. . .you're everything I've ever wanted to be,"

"You wanted to be a girl?"

"No! I mean a Super! You're powerful, and you. . .you can help people! Me. . .I only make things worse. It's sad kind of. I just wanted to help people, but I can't do anything but hurt. Every. . .normal person wants to be a Super. But now, a Super who wants to be normal?" Syndrome trailed off.

Violet stared at him for a moment, and for just a second, he looked almost. . .normal, as if there wasn't the twisted mind of an evil genius behind those eyes.

"Alright. But no funny stuff Syndrome,"

Syndrome's eyes flashed with annoyance and rage. His hands balled into fists, and his expression suddenly went darker. Violet suddenly remembered that this man was not one to be messed with. He was, in fact, at least twenty-seven years old and had over one-hundred pounds of muscle, whereas she was only fifteen and weighed ninety-two pounds. Super or not, Syndrome was a force to be reckoned with.

"Please. Don't. . .call me Syndrome. My name is Buddy. Buddy Pine, okay? And I'd prefer it if you called me that,"

"Fine," Violet said, casually flipping her hair out of her face, only to have it fall back. "But you have to call me Violet,"

"Deal," Buddy said, smirking and holding out a hand. Violet looked at it for a moment, hesitantly, knowing that taking his hand would mean leaving her whole world behind.

If she took his hand, she would loose her powers.

If she took his hand, her family may consider her a villain, and disown her.

If she took his hand, Invisigirl would cease to exist, and only Violet Parr would remain.

Or would she?

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Helen cautiously knocked on Violet's door.

"Vi? Vi, baby, it's me,"

There was no answer, and Helen bit her lip.

Had she been too harsh on her daughter?

'Yes' she concluded, 'much too harsh'

It was only natural for Supers of Violet's age to want a normal life. Helen could remember the feeling herself.

Blowing up at Violet and calling her a 'Villain' hadn't been the best idea, and Helen knew it.

"Vi. . .please come out here. I feel just awful about this whole thing. Can't we talk? Please?"

Still no answer.

Helen felt a knot tighten in her throat. Usually by this point, Violet would have come outside. Something was defiantly wrong.

"Vi?"

Helen pushed the door to Violet's room open. There was no one inside, and the room was unnaturally neat. Clothes were missing from Violet's closets and drawers, and her toothbrush was missing from the bathroom.

The knot in Helen's throat grew tighter.

"Violet?"

Nothing.

"Violet Parr, answer me right now young lady!"

Still nothing.

Walking over to Violet's bed, Helen sat with her head in her hands, trying not to cry.

It was then that Helen noticed two things.

One: Violet's Super Suit was missing from the wall, where she usually had it pinned up.

And Two: In it's place was a neatly folded note.

Helen took the note in her hands and scanned it thoroughly several times. She began to shake, and he skin went deathly pale.

"BOB!"

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Author's Note: Yeah, I know that was pretty bad, but I really hope you enjoyed that. And if you're wondering why Violet decided to go with Syndrome, just remember all the stupid stuff you may have done if you were mad at your parents. Well, anyways, hope you like it! Please review!