Hey yo! This isn't my first fanfiction on this site! I've written over 60! Mostly Transformers related. But it is my first Fantastic 4 fanfiction. So please. Be nice to me.

This ISN'T the first Fantastic 5 story you've ever seen. But I wanted to do my own spin on it.

This was done with the help of a friend editing. So give her some credit! She knows who she is!

Now... That dreaded disclaimer...

(C) All material related to Fantastic 4 including characters, locations and key plot points rightfully belongs to Stan Lee and Marvel.

(C) The plot line for this story and my OC, Alena Frazer, rightfully belongs to me.

Now that's out of the way...

ENJOY!

Everyone has a life. Most of them have the same ordinary life that everybody is able to relate to; work, school, family. It's the dream of every American to have that big American family; with the handsome partner, the kids and the house with the white-picket fence and big yard.

I don't think I'll ever have that life.

Since the beginning, it was clear that I was extraordinary, at least, according to my dad. My mum was the first person to notice my vast intelligence and spent every chance she had nurturing it. My dad never understood it. At least, not until my mum died when I was six and my dad remarried two years later.

I even managed to graduate high school at the age of 15. For the past ten years, I've been studying to become a doctor, something that's been a lifelong dream of mine. I'm now in my second year of general residency at New York-Presbyterian Hospital, where my dad worked as a trauma surgeon before the New York Hospital merged with the Presbyterian Hospital. I intended to follow in his footsteps and become a trauma surgeon myself, to be one of the finest trauma surgeons New York had to offer.

*KNOCK KNOCK!*

"Coming," I sighed.

Today was a rarity for me. I, for once, was given a day off by the hospital, saying I hadn't taken one in over six months and I was entitled to it. I planned to spend it all in my small little apartment, catching up on everything I needed to, such as the bills and the cleaning. And sleep, you can never forget sleep.

As I walked past the mirror, I could not help but to sigh at myself. I wasn't anything extraordinary; fair skin, blonde hair that was always up in a messy bun or a ponytail, dull grey eyes and my body wasn't much either. I was fit and toned but I wasn't curved like other women. I only had small breasts and I had a flat butt. I was plain and I knew it.

*KNOCK KNOCK!*

Realising the person wasn't going to go away, I approached the door and opened it.

It was Johnny Storm, the last person I wanted to see. The muscled, blue-eyed brunette stood smirking in the doorway. His looks would make any woman fall over themselves to get into bed with him.

But not me.

"What are you doing here, Storm?" I questioned hotly.

"About time you answered, Fraser. I was about to use my key to get in," Johnny snarled in annoyance as he pushed past me (gently to avoid hurting) me to enter my apartment, "Did you fall asleep on your desk again or something?"

"Of course you can come in, Johnny," I said sarcastically, ignoring his remark about me sleeping on my desk (which was true), before saying seriously, "And remind me to take that off you."

"And what if something happened to you and no one could get in to help you?" Johnny retorted, "We might have broken up, Allie, but I still care about you and your safety."

"I didn't break up with you. I suggested we go on a three-month break. You're the one who suggested we see other people throughout," I reminded him, "And that's something you seem to be enjoying, by the way, mister. Most of the time, I can't go out without seeing a different woman on your arm."

"What about you and that Jacobs guy?" Johnny snapped back.

"We're just friends!" I defended myself in frustration before saying, "Look. If you came here to pick a fight, get out."

"I'm not here to pick a fight," Johnny promised me as he grabbed himself a glass and filled it with water from the sink.

"Then why are you here?" I demanded, "We haven't spoken to each other in two weeks, and you suddenly show up at my apartment. What am I supposed to think?"

"I have a job offer for you," Johnny shrugged.

"You're an ass," I grumbled, "You know I'm happy where I am. And I haven't even finished my general residency yet! I've got another three years! Then after that, I have to do a two-year residency in emergency medicine!"

"Relax. It's a one-off thing," Johnny promised me, "It's with Victor Von Doom."

"Not interested," I immediately cut in as I walked towards the door, hoping to kick his sorry ass out.

"At least hear me out," Johnny pleaded as he approached me, grabbing my arm gently.

I froze as he said those words. Two weeks ago, he said those same words to me when we were in a situation like this. I didn't listen to him and look where we are.

"Now why would I do that?" I asked sarcastically, "He's been trying to hire me for months and you and I both know it's not only because of my abilities. Victor Von Doom is a selfish prick and a pervert. Look how he glances at your sister at times. Why would I want anything to do with him?"

"I promise you it's a one-time thing," Johnny repeated, "Can you at least hear about the job before you turn it down?"

Sighing, I relented as I walked back to the kitchen, "You've got five minutes. Talk. Or you're out of here."

"Have you heard of Reed Richards?" Johnny began.

"The scientist gone bankrupt?" I asked, earning a nod, "He's all over the magazines, but not for his experiments."

"He approached Victor with an experiment. There's this cosmic cloud thing that's going to pass Earth in six weeks. He believes that this cloud triggered evolution or whatever. Victor allowed the use of his satellite for the experiment because of the shields which will protect us from the storm," Johnny explained.

"Us?" I repeated, "I haven't accepted the job, you know. I don't even see why you need me."

"We do need a medic," Johnny revealed.

"Doesn't he have medics at his arsenal in that big hospital of his?" I asked dryly.

In all honesty, I was confused. I was right about the amount of doctors he had working for him. Within his big hospital, the best doctors in the world and the most advanced medical equipment are used to save lives on a daily basis. That was one thing I couldn't help but admire, as a doctor myself. But it still didn't change my thoughts on him.

"None who are as qualified as you are," Johnny shrugged as he advanced towards me.

I stepped back until I felt my lower back collide with the kitchen counter. He stepped into my space, his body just mere centimetres from mine. I had to crane my neck to look up at him. I was 5"2 while he was 6"1 so he was significantly taller than me.

Despite everything that happened, he still made my heart race. Still made those shivers travel along my spine sensually. My breathing began to quicken. As his eyes glanced down my body, I saw something flash across his face and make his light blue eyes extremely dark. I knew it was lust. He was the only man to ever look at me that way and the only man that did so and loved me.

At least, I thought he did.

He moved closer. As if he wanted to kiss me like he had in many stolen moments from the past. Not wanting to fall into temptation, I placed a hand on his chest, stopping him.

"Your time's up," I said, moving towards the door.

He didn't fight me this time. Instead, he followed me as I opened the door and stood beside it, waiting for him to leave.

"Just think about it. Please," Johnny begged me before asking, "You still friends with my sister?"

"What? Did you think I was going to let what happened between us affect my relationship with Sue?" I laughed slightly.

Sue and I were friends before. But when Johnny and I were together, we were extremely close. Like sisters. I even consider her my sister since the only sibling I had was my younger half-brother from my dad's second marriage. And well...Sue only has Johnny.

"She's the Director of Genetic Research for Doom. She'll also be scheduling the launch and everything. Since you're having lunch with her later, you can let her know your answer then," Johnny told me.

"You think you'll be able to put up with me if I say yes?" I teased.

"It shouldn't be hard, I've put up with you before," Johnny joked.

After what seemed like eternity, he finally walked out of my apartment. When he did, I closed my door and leaned against it, letting out the breath I hadn't realised I was holding.

I leant against the wood for what seemed like only a few seconds when my phone rang. I ran for the phone, picking it up without checking the caller ID.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Allie! It's Sue!"

"Hey. What's up?" I inquired.

"Still on for lunch?"

"Yeah. I'm dying to get out of my apartment," I said with a laugh, "Usual place in an hour?"

"Got it!"

We hung up and I walked towards my bedroom. I grabbed a white t-shirt that hid my top half well, a pair of blue jeans and tanned boots. I left my hair in natural curls (for a change) and grabbed a gold headband to keep my hair out of my face.

When that was done, I grabbed my makeup and put on a bit of foundation, eyeliner that made my grey eyes pop and a little bit of lip gloss.

"This is as good as it's ever going to get," I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror.

Realising I had half an hour to get there, I grabbed my bag and left.

The offer Johnny made was still reeling in my mind. I really was conflicted. I didn't know what to do.

Maybe Sue can help me decide.

Could have been better. But meh. It's something.

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BYE!