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Legacy of the Capeless

Some people questioned the relationship between Wilbur Robinson and Adrian Bradley. Since sometime during their freshman year of high school - when Adrian transferred from a private school to Wilbur's high school - they had always seemed to be inseparable.

The young Robinson heir was not an unusual sight either behind stage or front row at Todayland's fashion runway showcasing the newest design. He was even once a model in one of the earlier showcases, a decision that was never repeated after he walked down the runway, comically sashaying his hips and making a duck face pout at the audience and cameras. (Adrian still hasn't forgiven him for that incident.) It also drew a lot of attention when Adrian not only was seen at many of Franny Robinson's concerts but it was somehow revealed that Adrian was invited to and participated in "family only" Robinson events.

With Wilbur's charming public persona and Adrian's pose and grace, many began to wonder if the two were in some sort of arranged marriage. Now and then, an unfounded rumor would spark about their relationship, but the rumors were never true.

Adrian and Wilbur were just friends, siblings if anything. They weren't bonded by romantic love but the deep bonds that were carved into them by tragic lost..

REQUIEM OF A TIMELINE

A voice that sounded distinctly like her father's nagged in the back of her mind how reckless this was. If someone recognized her Super identity she was supposed to run, not sit on a posh cream colored couch with jade green delicate tea cup being held precariously in her shaking hands.

Violet was alone in the room but she could hear the opening and closing of cabinets while Adrian put together some snacks in the kitchen that was separated by a swinging door from the spacious living room. Glancing at the door to the kitchen to make sure her host would still be there for awhile, Violet quietly placed her untouched tea down, padding her way to the opposite wall where the floor to ceiling window stood. Looking out, Violet had a brief sense of dizziness at how high the penthouse apartment stood. The view provided a perspective of Todayland that stood above the Bubble Transport System and the regulated height of the car traffic. Feeling the seeds of anxiety start to take root at the still alien feeling time she found herself in, Violet took a step back and turned her gaze to something else in the room.

On the adjacent wall, she saw what looked like a collage of finished and unfinished fashion designs sprinkled with a few photos. Though Violet found her eyes drawn to many of the beautifully drawn outfits, a photograph, half hidden behind a woman's pant suit design, caught her attention. Glancing back at the entrance to the kitchen to confirm that Adrian was still putting together something for them to snack on, Violet gently moved aside the design sketch to get a better look of the photo.

It must have been taken years ago since a much younger Wilbur Robinson was in the center. He had on a blue shirt with a spaceship on it and a grin that just screamed youthful mischievousness. However, to Violet, his face seemed much more open and the grin on his face seemed natural and not forced. On his left and his right were two similarly styled children, twins by the looks of it. Before she could get a better look though, she heard Adrian's steps back towards her and covered the picture again with the design drawings.

"They're designs for a collection I'm working on," Adrian said softly noticing Violet by the wall, entering the room with a tray that carried a teapot, two cups, and an assorted variety of tea cakes. "I haven't exactly finished but I'm hoping some recent inspiration will give the collection the right amount of umph it needs to dazzle on the runway."

Violet found herself, nodding as if she knew anything about the type of "umph" that was needed in any sort of creative process. Crossing the open area of the loft, she took a seat on a plush stool, watching as Adrian filled the dainty cups with the liquid aroma of steeped flowers that filled the space between them, replacing her earlier untouched cup. There was a certain amount of thoughtless grace to Adrian's movements that Violet found so mesmerizing that she forced herself to look away, a light blush on her cheeks, unaware as Adrian flashed an amused knowing smirk at her.

"So...you know who I was." Better to just dive right into it, Violet thought.

Adrian smirked over the rim of her own tea cup before taking a sip. "You mean, who you are."

Violet frowned, clasping her hands tightly together to keep them from shaking.

Adrian watched her with an unreadable look before setting down her teacup. "You know, after hearing so many stories of you and your family from Edna, I was afraid she had just gone into one of her overindulgent rants that she often finds herself giving."

Finally coming to the conclusion that the tea wasn't tampered with, Violet had taken a large gulp only to choke on it at the familiar name. She allowed Adrian to come behind her and pat her on the back until she could breathe normally again, a spew of questions rushing out.

"Edna Mole? You know Edna? How? Where is she? How is she doing?" She didn't realize that she had gripped Adrian's hand, her hold on it tightening with each question until Adrian, gently tugged herself out of the Super's grip before moving to sit back to her seat across from the still stunned young Super.

Violet blushed as she realized her actions. A part of Violet felt silly for wanting to see the small spitfire older woman so badly but the another part of her, the part that was still adjusting to this new time, wanted to cling on to anything and anyone from her old life. Though a tad demanding, Edna Mole was far from the worst person for Violet to miss from her old life.

Adrian merely smiled at her as if she said something amusing. If possible, Violet's blush grew even hotter under Adrian's intense stare.

Ducking her head down, Violet allowed her hair to shield her still red cheeks. "W-why did you bring me here, Adrian? If you're trying to blackmail me..." she paused willing the stinging of unfallen tears in her eyes to stop. Tears wouldn't make things okay. Tears wouldn't bring her closer to her family. It had been days since she had heard any updates about them and the last update had been the same as the ones before: no visible improvement.

A tissue pressed softly against her cheeks, wiping away the tears that she had not known were already falling.

"Violet, look at me." Reluctant indigo met unguarded brown eyes. Violet was struck by the intensity that they held but also by the mirroring pain, though much older, that she saw reflected in them. "I'm not trying to blackmail you. I haven't even told Wilbur who you really are. Despite him figuring out about your powers, he doesn't know when you're from." The tenseness in Violet's shoulders relaxed a bit at that piece of information. "But," Adrian continued, "I will reiterate what Wilbur said before. We do need you. This city needs you. Even now, you're much stronger than you think." Adrian wiped the last of Violet's tears away before cupping her face gently in her hands. "And Todayland needs that strength. Wilbur needs that strength. I can't help him the way you can…" A dark look flashed over Adrian's face but as soon as it appeared, it was gone, replaced so quickly by Adrian's pleading expression. "It would bring me so much peace of mind to know that you're out there with him. He's...he's one of the few good things left in my life."

"What he's doing is dangerous."

"Yes, as I'm sure you're well aware."

"And you never asked him to stop?"

Adrian laughed, a sound that maybe years ago would have been more aptly labeled as sob, as she shook her head. "Do you really think a Robinson can be told to stop doing something? There motto is keep moving forward. And despite their loyalty, once it's been given, they will keep moving forward, with or without you."

Biting her lip, Violet tried to push back on the guilty feeling that was beginning to twist her stomach. This wasn't her problem. This couldn't be her problem. And yet...she looked up at Adrian's eyes again which she instantly regretted as her stomach clenched, her desire to mind her own business and play it safe going against years as a protector. She wished her parents were here. She wished she had their guidance or Dash's willingness to jump right in or even Jack-Jack's childish ability to see the good in everyone and everything.

She missed her family, but most importantly, she missed herself.

"I'll think about it."

It wasn't the answer that Adrian wanted but the fashion designer nodded all the same. "I suppose that's all I can ask for." Reaching under her seat, she pulled out a white wrapped box that Violet had not noticed before. "Take this. I'm sure you already know what this is. And no, I won't take no for an answer in regards to you leaving here without it. You don't have to do anything with it," she said seeing the beginnings of a protest from the other girl. "But, it is yours and Edna would want you to have it."

Violet looked down at the box in her lap, hands shaking as they ran softly along its side. Adrian was right. Violet knew very well what was inside and she yearned to put on what she knew would feel like second skin to her, what was rightfully a part of her family's legacy. Her heart clenched, though, resisting the urge as she nodded, barely trusting her voice above a whisper. "Okay. Thank you."

About half an hour later, Violet found herself back at the Robinsons' estate. Her appetite had long since gone and she felt a heavy weight on her shoulders. She headed directly to the guest house, kicking off her shoes as soon as she entered and leaving the box on a nearby table. Though the lights were voice automated, she didn't even have the energy to speak as she made her way to the shadowy shape of her bed. Her plan for the night was to just pass out and not think about the inexplicable coiling feeling of guilt she felt at the bottom of her stomach.

She was in a strange place, in a time that wasn't originally hers, with no back up. She had a right to want to play things safe, to be selfish, right? This wasn't her city. Supers were essentially extinct in this time, and most importantly, her powers were being restricted by the power inhibitor ring that she was forced to wear.

She was just...ordinary.

Kicking off her shoes, Violet slipped under her covers, ready to let sleep overtake her when she felt a body next to hers and a hand covering her mouth.

"Don't scream."

Violet froze, fear gripping her. Before her vision turned red.

She was just ordinary.

That didn't mean she was defenseless.

Planting her feet on the mattress, Violet grabbed the arm attached to the offending hand and used her center of gravity along with the intruder's surprise to flip the person over her and onto the floor. Violet did a quick roll off the side of the bed, pinning her intruder down.

When she saw who was under her she withheld letting out a frustrated scream. "You know," she growled once amethyst eyes clashed with brown eyes, "I'm beginning to question your place as a gentleman."

Wilbur smirked from under her, as if their current positions was something he was used to. "Never claimed I was one, princess" and then he flipped her so she was underneath his weight.

Perhaps it was a combination of all the stress that Violet had been trying to compartmentalize for weeks since she woke up in a new time. Maybe the talk with Adrian had more of an effect than she originally imagined. Or maybe she was just so freaking tired of Wilbur's smirk. Whatever it was, Violet was angry and frustrated and she wanted control. Now.

Placing one knee against his stomach, Violet managed to get her other leg out from under him and planted her foot on his hip. With a hard push from her legs, Violet separated herself from him and quickly rolled to her feet. Wilbur did the same, rubbing at where she had kicked him. He was only given a few seconds before a swift kick was aimed at his head.

He ducked leaning back on his haunches and into a backflip that allowed him to hop back up to his feet. "Well that's wasn't nice," he said offhandedly.

Violet threw a pillow at him. "So is breaking into someone's room!"

Wilbur blocked it. "Admittedly, not my best idea with someone who, judging by that kick you aimed at my head, is obviously trained. But to be fair, this is my family's property." Violet's scowl grew deeper. "Okay, listen," Wilbur said, hands raising up in a pacifying motion. "We can do this back and forth, you being angry at me type of thing and then me being my dashingly handsome self. I'm sure it would be fun. Really. We can set up an appointment for it sometime next month. Your people call my people. Or…" he left unfinished.

Unable to help her curiosity, Violet heard herself question, "Or...what?"

Wilbur grinned, a look that set Violet's nerves even more on high alert. "Or I could give you a real tour of the city."

REQUIEM OF A TIMELINE

He was supposed to be going fast. Fast. Faster. The fastest!

But he wasn't.

He was held down. Unmoving. He felt sluggish, drowsy. His limbs felt heavy and his eyes refused to open. He heard muffled sounds. Voices maybe…

He wanted to go. To go, go, GO!

But his body wouldn't respond. The only thing that changed were the sounds that were once muffled suddenly cleared, as if someone opened a door and he could hear voices clearly again.

"Sir, we can't keep giving him sedatives. His body just burns right through them in half the time due to his fast metabolism."

"Then just up the dosage."

"B-but sir! The side effects! The best case scenario is he only becomes addicted to the drug. If we-"

A cold breeze. Gurgling noises. A loud thumb.

He struggled to open his eyes, to see what was going on. Who the voices belonged to. Who they were talking about.

Suddenly, hazy blue eyes opened, blinking against the harsh bright light before a shadow fell over them.

"Go back to sleep, Dash."

He felt a pinch at his side before his world swirled and he was dragged back into the sleepless realms of unconsciousness...but not before uttering one last slurred word:

"Luscious…"

Hey...long time no see! Um...sorry for taking so long to update. I took a gap year to gain some work experience and now I'm in grad school. So...life got to me. Anyway, let me know what you think and...PLEASE REVIEW!