Author's Note: This is what happens when your Spanish teacher decides to show "The Incredibles" in Spanish during class. Of course, spending three hours stuck in an airplane waiting for the pilot to get the all clear to take off probably didn't help much either. XD
Disclaimer: I don't own The Incredibles.
Claimer: I own Heather O'Reilly, the plot, and Tony's alter ego.
Welcome to My Side of the River
Sonya

Heather's POV

I glared murderously at the building in front of me. I did NOT want to be here. Then again, it wouldn't do me any good to blame my situation on the school. It's not the school's fault that the Irish government decided to be complete idiots and ban superheroes, effectively sentencing me to the USA.

Yeah, you read that right. I am one of a very rare kind, born with powers far beyond any human's capabilities. Through some genetic anomaly, I am your average student by day, butt-kicking superhero by night.

My entire family isn't superheroes though. Only me and my three cousins have powers, in fact, each of us has total control over one of the four elements. I have fire, Miranda has water, David has air, and Tony has earth.

Speaking of Tony, I had to find him, considering that I had no clue where I was going, and this was his school. I looked at my ring, a simple silver band with four stones on it: One was green, one was blue, one was white, and the last was gold. I pushed the green stone, which began to flash, signifying that Tony was receiving my location. Each of us has one of these rings, with the stones signifying the other people. The green button was Tony's, on his ring, in place of a green stone, he had a red one, which should be flashing right about now. The blue stone was Miranda's, the white was David's, and the gold was for the general public requiring help.

As expected, Tony ran over to me. "Heather!" He grabbed me in a bear hug. "Irish laws?" He asked quietly, immediately knowing why I was here."

"Irish laws." I confirmed. He set me down, then turned to his friends.

"Guys, this is my cousin Heather. Heather, these are my friends." They said hi briefly. Then Tony turned to me. "Want me to show you to your first class?"

"Please." I said, and we walked into the school.

"Listen." He said as we walked, appearing to be a normal teenager catching up with his cousin. "There's a group of heroes already here. There's Mr. Incredible, Elastigirl, Frozone, Invisigirl, The Dash, and Metamorph. I'll fill you in on their details later. I don't know who they are exactly, but I think Invisigirl and The Dash go to this school. Invisigirl looks like she'd be in my grade, and The Dash looks like he's in yours. Try to figure out who they are. We could help them."

"Got it." Tony stopped in front of a door, one I assumed to be my homeroom. I opened it.

A woman was standing at the front of the class, presumably my teacher. She stopped, and everyone turned towards me.

"Mrs. Gallagher, this is Heather O'Reilly, my cousin." Tony said. He turned to me. "I'll see you at lunch, ok?"

"All right. See ya." Tony disappeared, already walking towards his first period class.

The teacher, Mrs. Gallagher, said "Heather, could you please introduce yourself to the class?"

I sighed. The teacher meant well, but she didn't know that I hated to stand in front of a group of people and speak. It wasn't like when I was Inferno, where everyone hung onto my every word. I was just Heather, ordinary girl extraordinaire.

"My name is Heather. As you heard, Tony Rydinger is my cousin. I'm 15, and I just moved here from Dublin."

"Dublin, Ireland?" Asked Mrs. Gallagher, surprised.

I sighed again. "Dublin, Ireland."

Murmurs immediately broke out around the classroom at my confirmation of Mrs. Gallagher's assumption. Getting along with my classmates was going to be hard enough without being treated like a freak because I lived in Ireland.

One boy stood up, and I immediately pegged him as the bully of the group. "Ireland, eh?" He said in a bad imitation of an Irish accent. "As in, Leprechauns and a pot of gold under the rainbow?" The class began to laugh at my expense.

"America, eh?" I did the best stereotypical stupid-American accent I could. "As in stupid lazy people with absolutely no manners?" What can I say? My element also controlled my explosive temper.

The class ooooh'd and some wise guy yelled "BURN!" I could tell that he was about to reply with something really nasty when a boy in the back stopped him.

"Bobby, knock it off." I looked at my savior. He was tall, about 6', easily dwarfing me. He had blond hair, which he kept somewhat messy, and an athletic build, like someone who ran track. Add a pair of chocolate-brown eyes, and I could see why the girls immediately shut up and went into fangirl mode.

"OMG, Dash is here!"

"I didn't know Dash was in this class!"

"Marry me, Dash!"

Pathetic. Judging by the boy, Dash's, expression, he was in complete agreement. He ignored them, however, and concentrated on Bobby.

"But she…!" Bobby protested.

"And you deserved it. Now leave her alone." I subtly raised an eyebrow. Dash had an air of authority about him that made people listen. The kind that usually comes with being a superhero.

Note to self: Discuss this with Tony later.

"Quiet down!" Mrs. Gallagher ordered belatedly as the whispers started up again. "Heather, take a seat next to Dash in the back."

I walked over to where Dash sat in the back corner. One fangirl stuck her foot out in the aisle, however, I simply stepped over it, and took my seat next to Dash.

Dash's POV:

There are days when I really hate this school. Take right now for instance. I'm sitting in the back, trying to avoid drawing attention to myself. Why? One word: Fangirls.

Luckily, Mrs. Gallagher called the class to order. "Settle down, class." She instructed, and the fangirls returned to their respective seats, to my relief.

Just as Mrs. Gallagher was about to begin, however, the door opened. Tony Rydinger stepped in with a girl, one I'd never seen before.

Believe me, I would've remembered her. She wasn't tall, but at about 5'6", she wasn't short either. Bright flame-red hair gently waved down to her waist, while side swept bangs accented vivid emerald eyes. Pale skin and a lithe figure firmly cemented her as one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen.

My thoughts were interrupted by Tony speaking. "Mrs. Gallagher, this is Heather O'Reilly, my cousin." Mystery girl, Heather, was Tony's cousin? "I'll see you at lunch, ok?" This was addressed to Heather.

"All right. See ya." Heather spoke with a distinct accent, although I couldn't quite place it. Tony immediately left.

Mrs. Gallagher spoke. "Heather, could you please introduce yourself to the class?"

I saw her shudder slightly, but only slightly, before she spoke. "My name is Heather. As you heard, Tony Rydinger is my cousin. I'm 15, and I just moved here from Dublin."

"Dublin, Ireland?" Mrs. Gallagher 's question voiced my own thoughts.

She sighed. "Dublin, Ireland." She confirmed.

I ignored the conversations that rapidly broke out between the other students. Heather was Irish? Why'd she move here?

I saw Bobby stand up, and I almost groaned. Why he felt the need to pick on others is beyond me, but to him, Heather was an easy target.

He spoke in an obviously mocking fake accent. "Irish, eh? As in Leprechauns and pots of gold under the rainbow?" I clenched my fist as the class began to laugh. Why was I feeling so protective of a girl I didn't even know?

"America, eh?" She fired back. "As in stupid lazy people with absolutely no manners?" Or maybe not so easy a target. I hid a smirk as I witnessed Bobby's shocked expression at her jibe. Heather was a lot feistier than she first appeared.

I could see him gearing up for a derogatory comeback, so I decided to intervene. "Bobby, knock it off." I said, standing up. Heather looked at me, and I could see her sizing me up with an efficiency only superheroes use.

Note to self: Talk to Vi about this later.

Unfortunately, this only brought my presence to the attention of the fangirls.

"OMG, Dash is here!"

"I didn't know Dash was in this class!"

"Marry me, Dash!"

One look at Heather's face told me everything about her opinion of my fangirls, and I couldn't help but agree with it.

"But she…!" Bobby protested, drawing my attention back to him.

"And you deserved it. Now leave her alone." I used my commanding voice, the one I used as The Dash, and Bobby immediately obeyed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that this did not escape Heather's notice.

"Quiet down!" Mrs. Gallagher snapped. "Heather, take a seat next to Dash in the back." I cheered inwardly at my luck.

As Heather took a seat next to me, I ripped a sheet of paper out of my notebook and began to write on it. Sorry about Bobby. He has a habit of picking on pretty girls. Anyways, I'm Dash Parr. Is Tony really your cousin? I folded the paper and slipped it onto her desk.

Heather slid the paper into her open notebook and unfolded it. She blushed, presumably at my compliment, and, taking out a pencil, replied. She re-folded the paper and put it on my desk.

I opened it. Well, Dash, thanks for helping me with Bobby earlier. As you heard, I'm Heather. Yes, Tony's my cousin. Why do you ask?

I grinned, scrawling a reply. No problem. And my older sister's had a crush on him since forever.

She smiled. Would your older sister be Violet Parr, by any chance?

I blinked. Yeah. How'd you know?

Tony never shuts up about her.

I smirked. You thinking what I'm thinking?

Duh. Set them up! Tell you what, why don't you invite Violet to sit with me at lunch, as a "Let's get to know the new girl" thing.

I saw immediately where she was going with this. And since Tony's going to be sitting with you at lunch…

Exactly. You game?

I'm game. What class do you have next?

Art with Jennings.

I barely suppressed a grin. Cool. You're with me. Mind if I walk you?

Not at all. The bell rang then, interrupting my next response.

And that was how I became friends with Heather O'Reilly.