What Develops [Incredibles]
Giftfic #4, this one for reunion, who requested something in her 201_created universe, a dark variant of The Incredibles. Hope you like it, love.
Title: What Develops
Fandom: Incredibles (201_created universe)
Words: 559
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Syndrome/Mirage
Summary: "Mirage-dragon is silver in my mind's eye, an Oriental dragon, because my dreams about flying are never hampered by wings."
He buys me clove cigarettes and I do not tell him I quit when I came to Nomanisan. I quit at his insistence, and because getting anything without his approval was problematic.
I shake one out of the pack, taking it out to the patio. The smoke burns pleasantly in my lungs, and I blow tendrils over the ferns, pretending I am a dragon. It is a childish game, one I left behind with my cigarettes when I was hired here.
Mirage-dragon is silver in my mind's eye, an Oriental dragon, because my dreams about flying are never hampered by wings. She is bigger than my patio, so I push her out a little, letting her curl among the trees. I add detail, sculpting her head with gentle care. I know she is done when she lifts her head and blinks at me, curling her own tendrils of smoke around my legs. It tickles.
Footsteps inside, and I dismiss her, letting her fade into the nothingness from which she came.
He is standing in the doorway when I turn around. "You're a super," he snarls, and his hands convulse on the metal frame of the patio door.
"I - what?"
"I saw the dragon, Mirage," and my name is a threat in his mouth, mocking and angry.
"You - could see it?" That had never happened before; my super name has always been something of a joke to me. I can build illusions that no one else can see.
"Of course I could."
"No one else ever has," I say.
He frowns.
"I used to do it in class when I was bored. Right in front of the professor. Nobody ever saw it."
He drags me down the hall, grabs the first person he finds, and makes me do it again. I build something simple - a robin forms out of empty air, breast shading into rust-red. Syndrome watches, clearly amazed, as the little bird fluffs its feathers and hops across the floor. The guard can't see it.
He makes me do it for half a dozen more people; birds and dogs and a sleek black cat that twines around Syn's ankles and purrs before it disappears. No one else can see it.
The seventh person is Brendan, stashed in his office. I build a canary, fluffy little feathers atwitch. It bursts into song and lands on Brendan's amazed shoulder.
He drags me again, to the guest suite, and Gazerbeam pets the silky terrier that comes in with us. It wags its tail and barks.
Apparently my illusions are only visible to other supers. I am a peculiar kind of super detector, but it pleases him nonetheless, except that it means, apparently, that Syndrome himself is some kind of super.
It dries him to distraction. He spends days trying to isolate his gene sequence. Apparently there is another sequence before I am this kind of super, as is Bren. As is Syndrome himself. Subtle mental powers. His is genius.
He laughs until he cries when he realizes it. Cries into hysteria, then takes me to bed. He is ferocious. Superdom has been his nemesis, and it lies within himself.
Three weeks later, I discover I am pregnant. This introduces an entirely new element, and I don't quite know what to do about it. So, for now, I wait and see what develops.
Title: What Develops
Fandom: Incredibles (201_created universe)
Words: 559
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Syndrome/Mirage
Summary: "Mirage-dragon is silver in my mind's eye, an Oriental dragon, because my dreams about flying are never hampered by wings."
He buys me clove cigarettes and I do not tell him I quit when I came to Nomanisan. I quit at his insistence, and because getting anything without his approval was problematic.
I shake one out of the pack, taking it out to the patio. The smoke burns pleasantly in my lungs, and I blow tendrils over the ferns, pretending I am a dragon. It is a childish game, one I left behind with my cigarettes when I was hired here.
Mirage-dragon is silver in my mind's eye, an Oriental dragon, because my dreams about flying are never hampered by wings. She is bigger than my patio, so I push her out a little, letting her curl among the trees. I add detail, sculpting her head with gentle care. I know she is done when she lifts her head and blinks at me, curling her own tendrils of smoke around my legs. It tickles.
Footsteps inside, and I dismiss her, letting her fade into the nothingness from which she came.
He is standing in the doorway when I turn around. "You're a super," he snarls, and his hands convulse on the metal frame of the patio door.
"I - what?"
"I saw the dragon, Mirage," and my name is a threat in his mouth, mocking and angry.
"You - could see it?" That had never happened before; my super name has always been something of a joke to me. I can build illusions that no one else can see.
"Of course I could."
"No one else ever has," I say.
He frowns.
"I used to do it in class when I was bored. Right in front of the professor. Nobody ever saw it."
He drags me down the hall, grabs the first person he finds, and makes me do it again. I build something simple - a robin forms out of empty air, breast shading into rust-red. Syndrome watches, clearly amazed, as the little bird fluffs its feathers and hops across the floor. The guard can't see it.
He makes me do it for half a dozen more people; birds and dogs and a sleek black cat that twines around Syn's ankles and purrs before it disappears. No one else can see it.
The seventh person is Brendan, stashed in his office. I build a canary, fluffy little feathers atwitch. It bursts into song and lands on Brendan's amazed shoulder.
He drags me again, to the guest suite, and Gazerbeam pets the silky terrier that comes in with us. It wags its tail and barks.
Apparently my illusions are only visible to other supers. I am a peculiar kind of super detector, but it pleases him nonetheless, except that it means, apparently, that Syndrome himself is some kind of super.
It dries him to distraction. He spends days trying to isolate his gene sequence. Apparently there is another sequence before I am this kind of super, as is Bren. As is Syndrome himself. Subtle mental powers. His is genius.
He laughs until he cries when he realizes it. Cries into hysteria, then takes me to bed. He is ferocious. Superdom has been his nemesis, and it lies within himself.
Three weeks later, I discover I am pregnant. This introduces an entirely new element, and I don't quite know what to do about it. So, for now, I wait and see what develops.