A/N: Hello, and welcome once again to another chapter of my Incredibles fanfic, Playing With Fire! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (awkward silence as crickets chirp) Oh, what do you people know?!

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Disclaimer: I do not, have never, and probably never will own the Disney/Pixar movie The Incredibles. But I do own Michael!! (Huggles Michael) He's MINE!! ALL MINE!!! I KNOW A HITMAN!!!!


Violet awoke to a bird chirping outside her window. As soon the fact registered in her groggy brain that she had fallen asleep, she bolted upright in her bed. A quick look around her room re-affirmed the fact that she already knew: Michael was gone.

Violet heaved a sigh. She knew that he would leave, but somehow, she still felt betrayed. Michael had entered her life and left it, all in a single night. Defeated, she got out of bed, reluctantly trudging out into the house.

Her mother Helen greeted her as she shuffled into the kitchen. Also seated at the table were Dash and her father Bob.

"Good morning Violet!" Helen chirped as soon as she saw her daughter enter the kitchen. Violet yawned in response.

"Say, where's Michael?!" Dash asked excitedly, jumping up from his seat. Violet let her hair fall down over her face, while Bob just grunted and picked up the morning's newspaper.

"He must still be sleeping," Helen said, seemingly unaware of both Violet's and Bob's reactions. "I'll go check." Just as she was about to get up to look for Michael, a knock came at the door.

"I'll get it...." Violet mumbled. Walking over to the door, she flung it wide open, and was met by a grinning Michael, carrying a duffle bag over one shoulder.

"Yo!" Michael shouted happily. Violet stood at the door, staring for a moment. Before she knew it, she had dived at him and wrapped her arms around him. "Umm.....nice to see you too," Michael said awkwardly. It was then that Violet realized just how close she was to him, and just what she was doing. Pulling away quickly, she blushed furiously, and looked over to see Michael's face tinged with red.

"You're looking chipper," Bob observed, glaring over the top of his newspaper at Michael.

"Yeah well, it turns out that my stuff is all okay, so why shouldn't I be happy?" Michael asked, patting the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. "It all survived that fire! Can you believe my luck?" he said, the last sentence having only a slight undertone of sarcasm, detectable only by Violet. Bob let a smile appear on his face, which looked more like a grimace. Michael just grinned back at him. With a grunt, Bob's face disappeared behind his newspaper.

"Michael, you're all dirty!" Dash exclaimed, circling around Michael's legs. "What were you doing?! Huh?! Huh?! HUH?!" Michael grinned at the little blonde boy.

"Well, I kind of had to dig through a bunch of rubble and ashes to get to my stuff," he explained.

"Why don't you go take a shower, Michael?" Helen suggested. Michael responded by dumping his bag in the corner.

"That's not a bad idea. Can you direct me to the bathroom?" He asked, taking off his leather jacket and boots. Helen pointed him in the direction of the bathroom, and Michael set off. A minute later, the sound of running water could be heard, and steam was pouring out from under the bathroom door into the hallway. Apparently, Michael liked his showers very hot. Dash was running circles around the room again, while Violet was trying to keep her thoughts centered on something other than Michael in the shower.

"Oh darn," Helen said suddenly. "I forgot, there aren't any towels in the bathroom. Would you take some towels in for Michael, Violet?" Violet started choking, even though there was nothing in her mouth.

"Um.....OK...." she choked out. Grabbing some towels from another room, she headed back to the bathroom. It's OK, it's OK..... Just open up the door, put the towels in the bathroom, and leave. Simple, she reassured herself. Taking a deep breath, she put her hand on the doorknob, and pulled it open..........

To see Michael just getting out of the shower.

Luckily, the shower curtain hid his lower half, so Violet saw nothing indecent. However, his nicely sculpted abs and chest were completely open to view. Violet felt her face growing hot under Michael's surprised yet questioning stare.

"I...uh.....brought you some towels..." she muttered, holding the bundle up for Michael to see.

"Well....thanks...." Michael replied, taking the bundle of towels from her. Violet stood frozen to the spot. Michael raised an eyebrow at her. "Shouldn't you be going now?" he asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Wha? Er.....right," Violet stuttered, backing out the door. "Sorry!" she called, just before shutting the door. Once outside the bathroom, Violet dashed into her room. As soon as she shut her door, she dived onto her bed, hiding her face in the blankets. "That was so embarrassing...." she mumbled. The door clicked behind her, and she rolled over to see Michael standing in the doorway, wearing a fresh pair of jeans and a t-shirt that read: "Fallen".

"And here I thought Dash was the speedy one....." Violet mumbled. It had probably been less than a minute since she'd dashed out of the bathroom.

"Listen, perhaps you should knock next time?" Michael asked. Violet blushed, hiding her face in the pillow. Michael placed a hand on her shoulder, and leaned in near her ear. "If you don't, I'll have to see you sometime," he whispered, giving her shoulder a playful shove. Violet blushed a deeper shade of red, and heard the door shut behind her as Michael walked out, laughing.


Back downstairs, Bob was having a rather heated discussion with his wife Helen in the kitchen. Fortunately, no objects had started flying yet.

"That kid is bad news!! I don't want him in our house!!!" Bob exclaimed, glaring at Helen. Helen crossed her arms and glared right back at him.

"What's wrong with him?" she challenged her husband. Bob opened his mouth to answer, but never quite got any words out of his mouth.

"I...h-he......" Bob stuttered, trying to come up with a valid argument.

"I'm waiting....." Helen said, tapping her foot. Bob continued stuttering, and began gesturing stupidly.

"He.....he......"Suddenly, a light bulb clicked on in Bob Parr's head. "HE KNOWS WE'RE SUPERS!!!" he proclaimed dramatically. Bob had expected shock or surprise, but even he wasn't prepared for the look of horror that settled on Helen's face. Just as she began muttering and gesturing wildly, running around the kitchen, Michael stepped into the room.

"Sorry, couldn't help but overhear," he began, watching with satisfaction as both adult Parrs froze. He laughed, a smirk appearing on his features. "Don't worry though. Like I told Violet, I'm not against supers, and I'm not going to expose you guys." He raised an eyebrow when the Parrs gave him suspicious looks. Sighing, he sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. "It's a long story..." he began, but stopped abruptly. Putting a hand to his chest, he collapsed against the kitchen table, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. Violet chose that exact moment to walk in the room.

"What's going on?" she asked, looking from her stunned parents to Michael's limp form against the kitchen table. Michael jumped up suddenly, staggering towards the door.

"I'll be back in a minute!" he choked out, rushing out the door, Violet chasing after him. Once Michael got out into the street, he stopped. Snapping his fingers, a huge ball of flame shot forth from his hand. Pulling his arm upwards, he sent a thick, twisting column of flame into the air. He continued sending flames everywhere for another few minutes, before finally stopping and falling to his knees in the middle of the street. Once Violet made sure flames weren't going to continue shooting from him, she rushed over to Michael.

"Are you OK?!" she asked him. Panting, Michael raised his head. He didn't reply for a bit, and when he finally did, his words were broken up between gasps for air.

"My....powers......build up. If I....don't.......use them.....enough......they get........too built up," he gasped out. Taking a few deep breaths, he pushed himself to his feet. "My body's like a furnace with an endless supply of fuel. If I don't let some of the fire out, it builds up and gets dangerous. Not to mention it hurts like hell," he explained. Just as they were about to head back inside, someone in the house next to the Parrs opened up their window, and stuck their head out to yell at Michael about the commotion. "Who's that guy?" Michael asked Violet, pointing.

"A new neighbor," Violet said. Michael gave the man a strange look.

"It's funny, he looks a lot like my dad," he mumbled. He continued staring at the man for several more moments, before jumping backwards with a strangled cry. "Holy hell, that IS my dad!!" he shouted. Violet stared wide-eyed at her new neighbor. What a tangled web we weave......... she thought. Violet turned to Michael, and was about to say something, when a giant bird claw came down, snatching up a nearby car. Looking upwards, Violet saw what had to be the biggest eagle that had ever lived, carrying the car off towards the city. Before she had even turned around to run into the house to throw on her super suit, Dash came running out, dressed in his super suit, closely followed by Mr. Incredible and Elastigirl. As Violet headed towards the house, she saw Michael speeding off in the direction the bird had gone, apparently having hot-wired a car to drive to the city. Violet went inside, quickly donned her super suit, and ran after Michael and her family.


Arriving, unsurprisingly, last at the scene, she was startled by the sight of a huge, dead bird just inside of the city. It was obvious that the bird's death had been brought about by burning. Her family was staring at Michael in amazement as she made her way towards the giant carcass. Dash was the first to recover, speeding excitedly around Michael's legs.

"How'd you do that?!?!" he exclaimed, zooming faster and faster in the same small circle. "THAT WAS SO COOL!! How'd you DO that?!?!?!!?" Michael was desperately trying to get away from Dash, so Violet offered some help by setting up a force field in front of Michael, which Dash promptly crashed into. "OW!!!" Seizing his chance, Michael quickly jumped away from the small blonde-haired boy, before he had the chance to start running around again.

"So, how DID you do that?" Mr. Incredible asked, his normal glare towards Michael replaced by a look of curious puzzlement.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm a super!" Michael explained with a satisfied smirk. Just then, a small, bespectacled woman came rushing over.

"That was marvelous, dahling!!" the woman, more commonly known as Edna Mode, shouted. Grabbing Michael's wrist, she began dragging him back towards her car. "You must come to my studio right away!" Michael protested heavily, but Edna seemed to have gone temporarily deaf. And so, struggling all the way, Michael was forced into Edna's car, and driven off to her studio.


"We simply MUST make you a suitable super-suit, dahling," Edna drawled, pulling out a sketch-pad. "Now then, what is your name?"

"Um....Michael...." Michael mumbled.

"Full name dahling, and speak up!" Edna commanded.

"Michael Lucifer Tombe," Michael stated clearly. Edna raised an eyebrow at him.

"Lucifer, eh? Interesting name," she said in her flat monotone voice.

"It's just my middle name, I don't-" Michael began, but was quickly cut off by Edna.

"Have you ever fought crime before?" she asked him.

"Yeah, actually, I-" Michael started, before Edna cut him off again.

"What name do you go by when you are crime-fighting?"

"Well, I don't really have a name for crime-fighting....." Michael mumbled. This caused Edna to leap up, grabbing a nearby rolled-up newspaper. Beating Michael over the head with the newspaper, she began shouting.

"WE. HAVE. TO. GIVE. YOU. A. NAME. BEFORE. WE. CAN. MAKE. YOU. A. SUIT!!!!!!" Edna shrieked between blows to Michael's head.

"All right, all right!!" Michael shouted from behind his arms, which he'd thrown in front of him to protect himself from the wrath of Edna and her newspaper. "How about I just go by my middle name?" Huffing, Edna sat down, picking up her sketch pad.

"Yes, yes, that will do nicely dahling," she mumbled as she began sketching furiously. After about two minutes of sketching, Edna closed her sketchbook with a satisfied smile. "You will go now, dahling. Your suit should be ready in a few hours," she said quickly, pushing Michael towards the door. Once Michael was out into the hallway, Edna slammed the door, leaving Michael to wonder what had just happened.


For about three hours, Michael waited in the hallway. Just as he had fallen asleep, Edna threw open the door, causing it to bang his head and wake him up.

"RABBITS!!!" he shouted, jumping up. "Buh?" he mumbled, blinking a few times when he saw Edna. Edna quickly brought him back to his senses by slapping him with her newspaper.

"Wake up dahling! It's ready!" she shouted excitedly, slapping him a few more times with the newspaper.

"I'M AWAKE, I'M AWAKE!!!!" Michael shouted angrily, snapping his fingers and sending Edna's newspaper up in flames. He grinned with satisfaction as Edna dropped the flaming paper, jumping backwards. Laughing, he strode past a glaring Edna into the room.

After taking him through all the security measures, Edna led Michael to the display room for her new suit. Clearing her throat, she turned on the lights to show Michael his suit. The shirt was made of black leather, with a high collar, and it didn't fasten until about Michael's stomach, which would make the shirt reveal a fair portion of his chest. It also looked like a piece of bondage gear, with many almost randomly-placed straps and buckles on it. The shirt also included a flowing red cape that would fit completely over his hands and arms, and what appeared to be black-feathered angel wings attached to the back of the shirt. The suit came with a belt, and black pants. They looked like they were made of leather, but upon closer inspection Michael realized that they were made of some sort of odd fabric he'd never seen anywhere before. Edna began explaining the features of the suit to Michael.

"Your suit can withstand temperatures of up to five thousand degrees, and the wings allow you to fly. Light-weight, durable, and machine-washable dahling, it is also completely bullet proof. The fabric for the pants is a material of my own invention: soft as silk, but tougher than steel, they make an excellent and fashionable pair of pants dahling," Edna drawled out as Michael stared at the suit in fascination as a demonstration took place, showing that it was indeed bullet-proof and capable of withstanding fire.

"It's AWESOME!!!" Michael shouted excitedly. "When can I try it on?!" he asked, a child-like delight shining in his eyes.

"Right now dahling," Edna said, pressing a button. A robotic arm grabbed the suit, pulled it over to Edna and Michael, and dropped the suit neatly in Michael's lap. "There's a changing room right over there, dahling," Edna said, pointing. With a grin, Michael sped off.

He returned a minute or so later, looking drop-dead gorgeous in the suit. "So, how do I work the wings?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at the large black wings on the back of his shirt.

"Well, it's simple dahling," Edna began explaining. "Jumping into the air will activate the flying mechanism. To fly, you just lean in the direction you wish to go. If you wish to go higher, straighten yourself and put your arms to your sides. To hover, straighten yourself, but keep your arms out." Edna rushed over and shoved Michael's clothes into his arms, then began shooing him out of the room. "Now you will go dahling. The guards will help you out of the building." With that, Edna pushed him out of the room and slammed the door.


Outside of Edna's studio, Michael pulled himself up on his hands and knees, spitting out dirt. "Help me out my ass!!" he shouted angrily. "Yeah, well /this/ is what I think of your stupid guards, lady!!!" he yelled back at the building, raising his right hand in a one-fingered salute. Huffing irritably, he tucked his clothes under his arm and jumped up. The wings worked just as Edna had said. Michael flew back to the Parrs house, crashing into things such as buildings and traffic lights along the way. That night on the news, there was a story about many citizens hearing "phantom cursing" above them during driving.


Back at the Parrs' house, Michael collapsed on the front porch. "Finally!" he shouted, raising his hand to knock on the door. Before he got it all the way up however, the door flew open, hitting Michael in the head. "ARRGH!!! SONUVA BITCH!!!!" he shouted, clutching his head.

"Oh my God, Michael!! Are you OK?!?!" Violet asked frantically.

"I WAS until you HIT ME IN THE HEAD WITH THE DOOR!!!!!" Michael shouted, angrily jumping to his feet. Ignoring Violet's stammered apologies, he stormed into the house, and went directly into Jack-Jack's room. Grumbling, he threw off his shirt and stretched out on the floor, falling asleep almost instantly.


The next day, as fate would have it, was a Monday, which meant school for the Parr children. Michael of course had to tag along too.

"But I don't want to go!!!" Dash shouted angrily over his cereal as Helen rushed about, gathering her children's various school supplies. Michael came trudging out of the bathroom, eyes heavy despite the shower he'd just taken. He was dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt that read "Wrath Envy Pride Lust Sloth Greed Gluttony" on the front, and had "Heaven to Hell" over a cross on the back. Yawning, he plopped down in the chair next to Dash and stole his cereal.

"HEY!!!" Dash shouted.

"Tough luck kid. Should've been watching," Michael said as he shoved cereal in his mouth. Dash simply glared at him as a large yellow vehicle pulled up outside of the Parr house.

"There's the bus!" Helen called, rushing her children out the door, followed by Michael. One by one, they boarded the bus. Dash chose a seat in the front of the bus, while Violet and Michael trudged to the back. Unsurprisingly, they sat down in the same seat. Michael yawned and leaned his head onto Violet's shoulder, causing Violet's face to turn a brilliant shade of red.

"Umm....." Violet mumbled. She soon realized it was useless when she heard Michael's slow, rhythmic breathing that was an indicator he was asleep. Sighing, Violet looked out the window, waiting for the bus ride to end. Her aimless staring was interrupted when Tony Rydinger boarded the bus, taking the seat next to Violet and Michael.

"Hi Violet," Tony said quietly. He stared at Michael for a moment before continuing. "Who's your friend?"

"Well, umm.....that is...." Violet stammered. The bus stopped in front of the school, saving Violet. "Oh look, we're here!" she said nervously, jumping up and forcing Michael's head to drop onto the seat.

"Huh? What?" Michael mumbled sleepily, pulling himself up and looking around with half-lidded eyes. "Oh, we're here?" Standing, Michael yawned and stretched, then followed Violet off the bus and to the entrance of the school, leaving a baffled Tony behind.


The morning passed in a blur of girls coming to gawk at Michael and ask him questions while Violet stood awkwardly off to the side. It wasn't until lunch that any real conversation came Violet's way, and it came from the last person Violet wanted to talk to: Tony Rydinger.

"Violet, listen," Tony began, having cornered her in the hall while Michael was being harassed by a harem of girls after his phone number. "I've been thinking about it, and I decided that splitting up wasn't a good idea." He leaned in far too close, obviously intent on a kiss. Violet was luckily saved by Michael, who had somehow managed to break away from the group of girls to walk over to Violet and Tony.

"Back off, monkey-boy!" Michael said loudly, turning several heads. "I don't think Violet wants to talk to you."

"And what are you going to do about it, tough guy?" Tony challenged him, standing at his full height and puffing out his chest. He was still shorter and less intimidating than Michael though. Michael gave an evil chuckle, accompanied by a twisted smile, which sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Oh, something like....this," he said nonchalantly, snapping his fingers and igniting Tony's hair.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Tony screamed, running around in circles and beating his head. Violet laughed while Michael sprang into action.

"Oh my God! Spontaneous human combustion!! We've got to put that fire out!!" Michael shouted, beating Tony over the head with his fists. Tony finally lost consciousness, and Michael quietly snapped his fingers, causing the flames to disappear.

Tony was carried into the nurse's office, where he remained until the last class of the day. Violet, however, wished he would have just stayed in the nurse's office where no one could see him, since now a large chunk of his hair was missing, making him extremely unpleasant to look at.

"YOU!!!" Tony shouted, pointing dramatically at Michael in the hall. "I know it's YOUR fault my head caught fire!!!" Michael just shrugged, ignoring Tony.

"Believe what you want to believe," Michael said, turning to walk away. Tony however, wasn't done with him.

"TOMORROW AFTER SCHOOL!! I DARE you to come fight me!!!"


DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNN!!!!!!! And there is the end of chapter 3. Yeah, Tony is now bald. I really enjoyed having Michael set Tony's hair on fire, if you couldn't tell. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner, since this one took ridiculously long.

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