Riley: Okay so my mind went crazy here, but I like the outcome. Something was just calling at me to write this and it was almost impossible since my days have been filled with reading The Losers fanfic's. This is a one-shot and an attempt to get this crossover out there. I'm not gonna continue because I don't know where to go with this.

This is movie-verse for The Losers and mostly movie-verse for Fantastic Four except more comic book version of Johnny since he was actually intelligent in them (to my knowledge) and come on if he was in NASA even only as a pilot he had to be kinda smart.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my crazy-ass-thought-up-makes-no-sense-crossover addictions.

Jensen had been enjoying his life among The Losers, getting shot sucked and so did technically being dead. In fact he enjoyed being Jacob Jensen, he hadn't been that person until he joined the special forces 3 years ago, and his sister would always be Susie to him.

He knew she hadn't been happy when he enlisted. They had changed themselves to avoid danger, but he couldn't. Susan was married and had a kid, and once she started that life and Jensen left his old behind, there was really no place for him.

It was the same even when he enlisted. He found it hard to play the geeky and naïve persona that was Jacob. He kept reverting back to his cocky play boy personality whenever there was someone he didn't like. The he met Clay, a man he could finally respect. When he found out that Clay needed a hacker Jensen studied up on everything he could learn about computers. His all ready above average intelligence and the help from Susie and Reed made quick work of that endeavor.

Then not even a week later he was placed on the team. Everyone on the team made it easy to slip into the roll of Jensen. Clay was an intelligent leader that knew the limitations of his men. Of course there was the whole luck of the losers thing, that meant that almost every job ended badly albeit successfully.

As time wore on he found himself unable to become who he was before, he didn't mind that of course, because being Jensen was great. But, there were certain things, that brought the memories flooding back. As they raced away from Fadhil's and the fire engulfed the bus; he could feel the heat build around him, cradling him in its comforting embrace. It took all his will power not to erupt right there.

Yes, Johnny Storm was still boiling below the surface. He got out at times, when Jensen was playing a role, or there had even been a time that a fire had started at a safe house. It had trapped him and Roque inside, and he made sure they got out alive with all their skin un singed. That was when he earned Roque's respect.

He had gained Pooch's when their van broke down and Jensen slipped into Johnny, they talked about cars for hours until Jensen remembered he wasn't supposed to know about cars. As for Cougar, he still didn't know if he had his respect, but he knew that he was the annoying little brother of the group. Just like when he was part of the Four, and that was why he couldn't remember his gun half the time. He was still running as the Human torch, the guy who didn't need guns; instead of Jensen the guy that got shot every other week.

"Yo Jensen, You're awfully quiet back there."

Jensen smiled at Pooch, grateful for the concern. "I'm just thinking." he chuckled at the wisecrack that followed about his brain burning from too much of that. Roque left out a gruff snort and Clay a short laugh, Cougar just lifted the corners of his mouth. They barely noticed the black jeep pull up beside them and ram into them. Pooch reacted quickly enough to prevent himself from losing control of the wheel, but they pulled back slamming into the van again. Another sped up from behind colliding with the fender.

"Shit, Pooch get us out of here!" Clay checked his gun looking out the window at the two vans. They were driving through the desert with only a two lane road, the vans were attempting to drive them off the roads and out into the open terrain. You might not think it, but a cactus wasn't something that you would want to run into.

Pooch turned off the road breaking away from the vans, the tires hit the ground hard sending anything not tied down flying. Cougar caught Mojito earning a thankful glance from Pooch. Their pursuers struggled to stay on their ass, neither of the drivers anywhere near as good as Pooch.

"Pooch, there's a road up here, get to it." Clay instructed as they hit another rock shaking the van, the fear of blowing a tire on the rough terrain lurking in all their minds. The vans slowly continued to drift further behind, just when they thought they were home free a jeep came into view and they could just make out the Gatling gun attached to the back which quickly shot out their tires and a man holding the rocket launcher aiming it at them, then firing.

"Fuck." Roque cursed, gripping the headrest in front of him.

"Shit!." Clay exclaimed as the seatbelt pulled tight against his chest.

"Crap." Pooch grunted trying hard to keep the van from flipping.

"…" Cougar just glared out the front windshield bracing himself like only he could.

Jensen was scared shitless over the fact that this was most likely the end. The end of every mission, the end of every joke, the end of The Losers. That's when Johnny took over. He unbuckled his seatbelt and shoved his glasses into Cougar's hands (they'd be safe there). He was glad he was in the front seat for once, he rolled the window down and started to climb out onto the roof.

"Jensen! What the fuck are you doing?" Roque demanded grabbing the pant leg of the hacker. Jensen ducked his head back into the van his eyes so much more vibrant now that they weren't hidden behind his glasses.

"I know what I'm doing." He looked so deadly serious, his eyes were hard yet burning with a fire beneath. The hacker let go a loose smile that broke his bad ass countenance. "If I don't we're gonna die anyway."

Roque loosened his grip and the blonde finished pulling himself up onto the roof. He struggled for a moment with his footing, when he finally stood he started to focus trying to draw out his long squelched power. He now found himself missing the weight of his glasses, something that he had learned to use as a focus point during his years trying to control the natural impulse of his abilities.

"Come on." He muttered quietly. "Flame on, let's go!" A flame sputtered to life in his left hand. "Flame on, damn it." the fire spread up his arms as another started at his right hand. He nervously chewed at his bottom lip trying to remember the days when a simple snap brought a flame to life. He remembered that feeling and used it to spread the fire further, but it was still dull and lifeless flickering like a candle in a storm.

The rocket was closing in fast, it was maybe 30 seconds from impact. The threat of impending doom was just what he needed as the flame around him roared to life, he was The Human Torch again. He had little time to relish in this fact as the missile was right on top of them, he tossed a fireball at it and the explosion blew the windows of the van in. Yeah, the glass was gonna hurt like a bitch, if the shockwave that hit him was anything to go by but they were alive. The fuckers that shot at them? Not for much longer.

The explosion caught them by surprise. Seeing as the rocket didn't actually reach them. The front windshield shattered inwards, shards of glass cutting into all of them. Clay was glad he liked to wear long sleeves, he also figured Jensen had finally remembered his gun and shot the missile. If so the idiot could've told them that plan and Cougar could've shot it when it was at a safer distance.

Pooch had suffered the worst of the blast, catching a lot of the glass on his bald head, but he had managed to cover his face to avoid any eyes injury. When the smoke and sand cleared they were surprised to see the jeep a pile of flaming debris as well.

One by one they climbed out of the van, each one doing their own assessment. Pooch cursed as he checked the tires and body damage, Clay and Roque each had a pair of binoculars and were checking to see if anyone was moving around the jeep, and Cougar climbed onto the van to stand on the blackened roof and look for the (most likely) blackened body of his friend. He was surprised when he didn't see one. His ears twitched straining to hear the blondes voice, instead he heard the sound or fire roaring against the wind.

"Mira!"

Clay, Roque, and Pooch all jumped as the sniper shouted. He pointed to the sky yelling for them to look at what appeared to be a fireball and flying toward them. He hit the ground maybe two- three yards from where they were watching, it jumped a couple times and slowly lost some of it's size. The fireball became more human shaped as it moved until all the fire dissipated leaving in its wake, a very tired, very naked Jensen.

"Brakes are harder than I remember." he said with a sigh leaning forward to catch his breath. He looked at his team and their stunned expressions, he chewed at his bottom lip (Johnny wouldn't be this nervous) before chuckling to himself. "So I guess I got some s'plaining to do."

Clay (who at some point went back into the van) tossed Jensen his duffel and gave him a hard look before saying. "No shit Sherlock."

R&R

Riley: so yeah this was un-beta'd, hope you liked it. It was longer than I had originally intended and as for lack of dialogue it's cause I suck at it (which is why I've never written a Losers fanfic before) oh and I guess some notes just to be sure.

Mira-Spanish for look

Mojito- Pooch's bobble head Chihuahua