Sooooo. -clears throat- This is my first fanfiction that I’ve even thought about posting here. Before you ask, no, it’s not Synlet, but yes, it does involve both of the members. My inspiration came from a fellow Pixar Planet member, mentalguru, who posted their fanfic on FanFiction.net. Near the end was this quote.
“And what about simply platonic things? If you could show me a wholly platonic Violet and Syndrome interaction, I’d love you forever.”
I took it as a challenge.
The inspiration for Raven actually came from a combination of Violet Parr’s drawing of Gothic Violet and Haunt’s drawing of… well, Haunt as well as a large number of my own ideas. Phoenix came from a oneshot that I realized could coincide with the storyline.
I’ve tried rewriting the first chapter several times, and this is finally what I ended up with. The feel is more like that of a television show rather than a story, so instead of chapters, you get episodes, each one split into “a” and “b” because sometimes I just need to take a break. 
Enjoy.
Episode 1a: An Old Memory, A New Computer
Violet sighed. This was not how things were supposed to go.
It had been years since the Supers had come out of hiding. Violet had come to terms with her powers, but not so much with the idea of being a superhero. There was something about it that just didn’t click right with her. She loved helping people, but there was something about the costume, the mask that set her off. She didn’t like having to hide who she was. It didn’t seem fitting after her whole confidence schtick.
After a while, she formally disbanded from “The Incredibles”. Despite what many thought would have happened, her family respected her decision and allowed her to go on with her life. She started to change her appearance into one she was more comfortable with. Rather than the bright pinks and blues, she tended toward stripes, generally black and purple, trading in her headband for hairclips. She even went as far as to highlight strips of her hair the same color as her namesake. Not long after, she and Tony broke up, opting to remain friends for a while.
When she was twenty, Violet dropped her old name, took on the pseudonym “Raven,” and went into the business of solving crimes using her powers… as a detective of sorts, branching off of the NSA. Her family was very supportive, glad to know that she was doing something productive and helpful with her powers.
And here she was, six months later, selling ice cream.
Raven frowned at the inhumanity of it all. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to get leads and figure things out and not have to sell ice cream to get enough money to get a new computer. The NSA sponsorship only went so far before she used up all she could for the stage she was at now.
“Do you have chocolate?” a young boy asked.
Raven looked down, the conical hat nearly falling off of her head. “We don’t have cones, we have the ice cream treats and the little tubs-“
“But are they chocolate?”
“No. We have these little cups that taste like chocolate-“
“Are they chocolate?”
“I’ll get one of those,” the child’s mother interrupted. “Sorry about him.”
“No, it’s perfectly fine,” Raven said as she reached into the freezer and got out a malt cup, smiling as she took the money. Despite the heat, she resisted the urge to just sit in front of the cooling appliance for several minutes and closed it, opting instead to roll up her elbow-length sleeves.
Raven poked her head out of the stand, checking to see if anyone was near her or planning to get any frozen treats. After making sure no one was even looking at the stand, let alone heading toward it, the Super sat cross-legged on the floor, closed her eyes, and tried to breathe deeply; her brows furrowing in a mixture of concentration and frustration.
“Um… hello? Rick, I don’t think she’s here.”
The too-familiar voice jolted her out of her “ice cream zen” state, causing her to open her eyes wide and lie down flat as she turned completely invisible. The words sounded very odd coming out of his mouth, but there was no way it could be anyone else.
“You probably just startled her, Nix. She knows you as your former self, and she’s probably scared out of her wits because she thinks you’re still… him.”
The “Rick” he’d been referring to was Rick Dicker. Raven was completely confused. What would Syndrome be doing with the head of the NSA’s Metroville branch? The odd nickname just raised even more questions.
“There’s no one in there, though.”
“She’s a Super,” Rick said under his breath. “She’s probably just invisible.”
“She can do that? That’s cool!” He sounded far too happy about the revelation that someone was a Super. Raven started to calculate possible situations in which this could happen. The first one that came to mind was that he was just pretending to be good and had somehow befriended Rick, and this was just a way to capture her and kill her or something. Raven did not feel optimistic while around a supervillain who was supposed to be dead.
The second possible situation was that he had genuinely reformed and was working for the NSA for whatever reason. But then, she realized, none of the dialogue between the two males at the front of the stand would make any sense whatsoever under either of her theoretical circumstances.
“She knows you as your former self, and she’s probably scared out of her wits because she thinks you’re still… him.” Why hadn’t Rick just out-and-out said Syndrome? Why wouldn’t he have told him that she was a Super, and an Incredible to boot? What was “Nix” supposed to mean? And gosh darn it, why did he sound so freakishly happy?!
Raven sat up slowly, intending to get a good look at “Nix.” He was taller than Rick, but that was almost a given. His hair seemed to be styled differently ever-so-slightly, and it seemed a little shorter. He’d lost some weight, but not much. He was wearing a black jacket with a high collar and a blue shirt underneath. The sight of him looking so normal (disregarding his hair) unsettled her a little, and her invisibility shut off for a split second.
“Oh, there she is.” Rick was accustomed to the “blinks” as she called them, usually just shrugged off and pegged as a trick of the eyes. “Come on out, Raven. He’s not going to hurt you.”
“How do you know?” Raven asked suspiciously, “blinking” again without realizing it.
“He doesn’t know who you are.”
“What do you mean? That’s not all that uncommon. I’ve changed a lot in the past few years.”
“He doesn’t know who your father is.”
Raven turned visible instantly and leaned toward Rick as she stood up fully, leaning on the counter. “What.”
“Phoenix here won’t hurt you because he doesn’t know what his name is outside of the one he gave himself before his memories got erased. He doesn’t know who he is or what he’s done, and both of us would prefer to keep it that way.”
“He doesn’t want to remember?”
“If he did, he wouldn’t have come to us to make himself forget.”
“Ahem.” The redhead cleared his throat. “Phoenix would appreciate it if you would stop talking about him like he’s not here.”
“Sorry, Nix. This is Raven. Raven, this is Phoenix, your new partner.”
Raven suddenly got extremely light-headed and stumbled, then sat with her back to the freezer. “Rick, I just have one question. What the heck were you thinking when you decided this?”
“You said you wanted someone smart for a partner and someone who will keep you on your toes. They don’t get smarter than Phoenix, and I’m sure that due to your past experiences with who he was, you’ll take much longer to get used to him than any other partner possible. He doesn’t have powers, as you requested, and if you do choose to accept him as a partner, you won’t have to buy that new computer.”
“Really.” Raven pondered this for a moment. “Your offer intrigues me. I could put this money to better use… Fine.” She turned to Phoenix, her eyes narrowing. “Just remember that I have an ex that will kill you without mercy if you hit on me and he doesn’t think you’re good enough for me, and I’ll let him.”
“Uh… Okay then.” Phoenix tapped Rick on the shoulder and turned around, whispering to him so Raven couldn’t hear as well. She was pretty sure he said “Is she always like this?” though, as Rick’s response was “Only around people she’s not familiar with that she’s afraid of. She’ll get friendlier eventually.”
Rick turned around again. “You can pack it up, Raven. You’re not going to need to do this for three days like we thought.”
Raven smiled. “I guess you are good for something, Phoenix.”
As the Super started to pack up her stuff, she heard him grumble to Rick, “I hope she has more planned than just me making her a new freaking computer.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Rick said with a knowing smile. “She does.”
That was a little unexpected, to say the least. Anyway, great first chapter, I loved it! Hmm, Phoenix and Raven…phoenix’s die in a ball of fire and then rise from the ashes, and ravens are generally considered smart, but mysterious birds. You gave them those names for a reason, didn’t you? Can’t wait for the next chapter!
And I don’t mean to flatter you with that statement, I give praise when it’s due (and criticisms when it’s deserved!). How long have you been writing fanfics?
Scrhödinger is my new favorite character! I liked this chapter, especially how Nix says that who is now is who he really was all along, underneath his childish, cynical and evil exterior. I’m interested to see what happens next. Is Raven going to tell her family about Nix? Will he ever remember anything from his past? Can Schrödinger be trusted? Will I ever stop asking questions? I guess we’ll have to wait and see.