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The Kids Aren’t Alright;(Power Couple)
No, its not alright, Bob! a younger Helen would shout. Fight tooth and nail about it. Then again, that Helen and that Bob seemed to be on the same page more often than not.
They made a great team for the NSA, after all. Even reaching a point where words weren’t needed to communicate. All it’d take is a look, and they both knew. Nowadays, it felt like they hadn’t done that in ages. She’d still call them a great team. But something was…off.
Maybe they were just old and tired.
And Helen was so tired of the fighting and running.
“I - yeah,” She said, then looked to her shirt before swearing under her breath and turning back to the sink to clean it off. As she scrubbed it away, she continued. “Just have a lot on my mind, you know? With work and…JJ.”
She took a small breath. Knowing Bob had to go and not wanting to get into a whole thing right before that. But - she had to say something.
“We’re going to need to talk about to him about control and learning that and safety measures to not get caught,” She started. “If he bursts into flames at school…someone could get hurt.
Okay, maybe that had been a poor word choice, asking if Helen was alright. His own nerves were all over the place concerning JJ, so he couldn’t imagine that Helen was faring much better but--he was just trying to maybe open the conversation. Or check in or--
He didn’t really know. He felt antsy and uncomfortable, hot under the collar, and angry for a reason that he really shouldn’t be angry. Why couldn’t his life be simple? Why couldn’t his son just not have inherited any powers? He felt awful thinking it, feeling it, but the resentment was a hard stone in his stomach and breaking it down would not be easy. He just wanted as normal a life as possible. Dash and Violet had already worked hard on controlling their powers since infanthood really, and now JJ...
There were all at risk again and Bob...didn’t know what to do.
Not that he’d admit it. Never. He had to be the stalwart pillar.
Bob leaned against the doorway carefully, crossing his arms, a stern look on his face. Though, this was just to hide the very real concern.
“Maybe...maybe we should think about home schooling,” Bob said. “If he can’t control them. Pyrokenesis isn’t just difficult to hide, it’s dangerous if he doesn’t get control of it.”
The Glory Days
You know, I went though quite a few supers to get it worthy to fight you. But man, it wasn’t good enough! After you trashed the last one I had to make some major modifications. Sure, it was difficult, but you? Are worth it. I mean, after all… I am your biggest fan.
Bob did what he always did when confronted with something he couldn’t control, or solve, but which posed a problem: he ignored it. It wasn’t a good habit, but one he’d trained himself on early, when the disappointments and failures on missions had outbalanced the successes. It had come in handy, later, when all his colleagues were dying and he had to live with that.
So, he went to work. His shifts late, becoming more of a passing ship in the night to his wife. He didn’t like this, by the way. It was just instinct for him to keep his head down, keep trudging forwards.
His son had powers. His son was now in danger. Especially with powers like pyrokenesis. People didn’t like to listen about how he had to learn to control it when their livelihoods, or themselves, were being burned!
These thoughts he had to keep very tightly in a box.
It was almost 10pm and Bob was just getting ready to head out on a shift. He stopped by the bathroom, where he had heard the water running, to poke in his head. “I was just stopping off to say good night and good bye. I’ll see you tomorrow. Got a rather short shit tonight. I should be back around six. Is everything alright?” He stepped a little further into the bathroom, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door frame. He nodded at the toothbrush stain on her shirt.
The Kids Aren’t Alright;(Power Couple)
JJ had powers.
JJ had powers.
JJ. Had. Powers.
The thought had been floating around Helen’s head ever since the barbecue. And along with that, fear. With good reason too, mind you! Sure, it shouldn’t be a surprise. After all, both her and Bob were Magicks, so it would only make since their child would be one too.
But this late? She knew for some they were late bloomers and JJ had always wanted his own abilities - but now was the worst time! Not to mention it made the rock sitting in her stomach heavier. It was a rock made of fear and paranoia over her kids’ futures.
What if they were found again?
She didn’t want to move again either…
All these thoughts had definitely thrown her off, made her a bit frazzled, even at work. So at home, she was beyond distracted. She’d been brushing her teeth for a good seven minutes now.
Until she heard Bob call her. She pulled away from the toothbrush, the remains of the toothpaste falling from her mouth from the sudden jerk and onto her shirt. “What was that honey?”
Don’t Hold Me Back || Dab
Dash had caught his father’s grimace and immediately, his heart sank. After the first ‘No’ he stopped listening. He didn’t want to hear any more excuses. Anger slowly simmered inside of him, and the grip on the box he was holding made dents on the edges.
“Mom promised the same thing when we moved here,” he grumbled, trying not to sound too angry. If he lost his temper now, he’d loose all footing he had in this conversation. He needed to work with his dad on this. To at least state his case to him. He needed to be heard.
“Have you even scouted for potential places?” It came out harsher than Dash wanted, but he tried to smooth it over with an added, “I can help with that too, you know. There’s like, all that farm land. And I know the forest is like, haunted or enchanted or whatever, but there has to be something.”
Bob’s eyebrows raised.
You know, he understood the frustration. Well, sort of. He didn’t have the same kind of powers as his son. He wasn’t always literally vibrating for a run at all times. When he didn’t use his powers, they could certainly get out of hand. He exercised a lot for this reason: but it had been a long time since Bob had learned how to control his powers. And before he had, there hadn’t been a reason to hide. He was just a small town boy with powers. Not the son of powerful Supers who needed to hide to stay safe from their enemies.
However: he wouldn’t tolerate that tone of voice. They had all been under a lot of stress and pressure in a new place and while Bob was sorry he hadn’t done more for his son, Dash needed to realize things weren’t just going to work out so easily for them. It was going to be a challenge sometimes.
“You can’t run in the farm land, it’s too exposed. The forest can be dangerous. I’ve been thinking about this and it’s just too high of a risk right now. We will find somewhere for you, we’ve done what we can for now. I don’t want you running off looking for places, you could be found out. You could get hurt. Your mom and I will find somewhere soon.”
wishlist || violet + dad
“Invented, Daddy you’re making yourself sound so old.” Violet teased. “I was actually hoping to ask— you and Mom wouldn’t know of anybody that could make a t-shirt quilt for me to use for my bed, would you? I’ve saved all my shirts from memorable events. I even have one of Tyler’s for it. I suppose I could follow a tutorial and do it myself…but I’d really love a good one.”
“I’m not getting kicked out of my room at home, am I? What if my roommate is one of my bullies from school? Then I’ll just want to come home as much as possible and you won’t make me sleep on the couch will you? Not your favorite daughter?”
“Well, the quilt I’m sure we can find someone for. Is there anyone at the plays who could do it? They have a whole costume department, don’t they?” Bob didn’t know much about plays or what not. He half-heartedly watched a few musicals with Violet, because she had asked, but he normally fell asleep halfway through. He just couldn’t get into people...randomly breaking out into song and dance in the middle of the street. How did they all know what song to sing?
“As for your room, that’ll be something we have to discuss with Mom and the boys. I’m sure they’re gonna want to spread out. They’ve never had their own rooms before.” He pursed his lips a bit. On one hand, he wanted Violet to feel like she could come home whenever she wanted, but on the other hand: the boys having their own rooms would probably solve so many headaches.
Maybe. Honestly, it was hard to tell. Or imagine them in different rooms. But, Dash was almost 18 and probably deserved his own space.
“Either way, you’ll have somewhere to sleep when you do come home, even if I’m booted to the couch.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Besides, you’re not gonna want to come home. You’re gonna get to school and have a blast!” He said this enthusiastically, but there was a pitch to it that made it sound slightly hollow, his own reluctance poking through, despite himself.
Bob was out of the house a lot.
It wasn’t by choice. Work was just...extraordinarily busy. The town felt like it was slowly crumbling and it put Bob on edge. He stayed up worrying about that. He stayed up worrying about his daughter going off to university and his youngest son’s powers exposing them all. He didn’t want to move the family again. Despite his doubts about whether Swynlake was good for his family or not, he thought that moving them would be worse.
This meant, however, that he didn’t always know what was going on with his family. He barely recognized that Dash and Jack-Jack were fighting. Or that Dash and Violet barely spoke.
That being said: Bob was caught entirely off guard by Dash’s question.
He winced a bit as he set down the box he was holding, wishing that he didn’t have super-strength for a moment so that he could pass the expression off as a twinge his back or something.
“Ah, no--no, not yet,” Bob told Dash, not quite meeting his son’s eyes as he riffled aimlessly through the box of decorations. “I’m sorry, bud. Things have just been hectic. We’ll find somewhere soon, I promise.”
Don’t Hold Me Back || Dab
Prom 2 had sucked even more than the first. Way more. Dash would never have guessed, given that Prom 1 had essentially been a bust too. Now he and JJ weren’t really on speaking terms, which made two for two (ever since he’d deleted Vi’s stuff, he could barely stand to hold a conversation about the weather with her).
Dash felt more alienated than ever. He could only cry about it in his room alone for so long. He shared it with his brother after all. He felt trapped. There wasn’t a single place he could hide away to. A place yet untouched by vicious words and actions.
He wished he could just run. Like really run. It had been so long since he’d used his speed. Rome had really been the last time, and ever since coming home, he’d been good about it. But now he was getting the itch for it again, and it was bad. Hadn’t his parents promised to find him a good secluded place for him? It had been a while since he’d pestered them about it. Maybe it was time to bring the subject up again.
“Hey Dad,” Dash began while the two were putting away their Fourth of July things in the garage, “did you find a place for me to run yet?”
Bob’s baby girl was going off to college.
Well, okay, so she was really just moving up the road. Would still be within about a fifteen minute drive...but it was still his baby girl and she was still going to college. It was still a milestone. It was still an accomplishment. Especially for his baby girl, who was smart and who wanted this more than either of her brothers.
It wasn’t something that Bob understood, really. He’d never been an academic. But, he was proud, if only slightly confused, because he didn’t know where she got her brains from.
Maybe her biological parents.
Or maybe, they’d just raised her in an enviornment where she could explore the interests that meant something to her.
Whatever the case, Bob was glad. Sad, worried he was going to feel lonely without her, but proud.
“Uhh--decor? Throw pillows? Your mom had so many throw pillows. Also one of those foamy things for your mattress. I wish those had been invented when I was going to college. Though, Granny sent me with a super comfy blanket, so really I just slept on that.”
wishlist || violet +dad
Meeting Fillmore was probably one of the only good things to happen to Violet in this town. She was kind of hoping he’d be her RA since she was being forced to live in the stupid dorms — why couldn’t she just stay at home? They lived in town!
At least Violet could crash in her bedroom at home whenever she felt like it if her roommate sucked. Oh no…would her parents turn her room into JJ’s room? As if she wouldn’t most likely move back home after her first year anyway! Then where would she live, the couch?
Violet hated this but her parents were so excited for her to go to university and she couldn’t exactly let on how miserable she was. They had enough to worry about what with JJ’s powers randomly appearing, paying for school, and whatever bullshit she and Dash were putting them through that particular day.
So it was dorm wishlist time! Nothing said jazzed to dorm more than making a wishlist.
“So, um.” Violet said, tiptoeing up to her dad with her laptop. “I imagine it was different for a teenage boy in the eighties but. What should I…need?”
Sleeping with Other People (2015)