Riley: So, the continuation to Fantastic Losers, wrote this mostly to write panicking angry Jensen and because my muse was amused with this particular story and didn't quite want it to end. Also as to my knowledge there is no defined past for any of these characters so I'm making up a back story for Pooch. God it's so fun to write Ben Grimm

Also I decided to make it a mix between the movie and the comic so this takes place after Max screws 'em over, but before they meet Aisha, and they're in the middle east (like in the comic).

Jensen couldn't help but feel extremely awkward. Not because he had just blown his biggest secret and still had a shitload to explain to an angry Clay, pissed-off Roque, a stunned Pooch, and Cougar who had yet to look him in the eye. No it was incredibly fucking awkward because they kept staring. He felt marginally better when he pulled on a pair of boxers (he was having a funeral in his head for the ones that burned up [they had batman on them]), he felt a little less exposed, a little less… homo. Clay waited until he had pants on before starting the interrogation.

"Jensen, What the hell was that?" Clay's voice was low and menacing. The hacker stared at the ground as he finished buckling his belt and grabbed for a shirt. Clay looked ready to court marshal him and Roque looked ready to use him to sharpen his knives. Jensen thought about how to answer that question, as he pulled on a long-sleeved shirt (the only clean shirt left), he reached to touch his glasses stopping when he remembered Cougar had them.

"Um… Can I have my glasses?"

"Do you even need them?" Roque asked, of course he instantly suspected everything to be a lie. Heck, he was probably wondering if that was his real hair color.

"Yes…and no." Jensen breathed deep, it's true that he didn't need them to see. The glasses had only acted as a focus point to control his powers then slowly became habit. He rubbed his hand over his face pinching the bridge of his nose, he felt his power surging beneath his flesh. Apparently, the years he went without using it did little to lessen the power he had, in fact, it was so strong he could barely contain it. Or maybe he couldn't remember how to control it.

Cougar looked to Clay waiting for an answer. Clay himself was having an internal argument, the good interrogator in him told him to keep the glasses as an object for Jensen to work toward and encourage the truth; the team leader in him told him this was Jensen, the man that had saved their asses countless times including just recently. Roque didn't share the same anticipation.

"No, hell no." he started "Fuck no, you don't get them until you talk." he made to grab the glasses from Cougar, but the sniper pulled back refusing to give them up. Roque rolled his eyes before turning them to the blonde. Jensen buried his head into his hands, sweating from both the heat of the desert and the fire burning to be used.

"I'm Jacob Jensen, at least, I have been for about twelve years now. I changed my name when my niece was born. Before that I was Johnny, a loud-mouthed hot-headed cocky spitfire of a kid. But the ladies loved me." He stopped to smile remembering some of the good times he had, a bit of the anxiety went away bringing with it some of the pressure that had been building behind his eyes.

"So, this entire time, you were lying to us."

"What? Roque. No!" Jensen seethed. The Johnny part of him taking over again, the part that hated authority, that hated pricks that made assumptions.

"All I did was change my name! I wanted a new life, and I didn't want to fuck it up like I did the last one, so I changed how I behaved." His hands clenched into fists fire building around them. "I grew up! That's, what I did! We all have our secrets, and I just saved your fucking lives at the expense of keeping mine. So give me some props and back. The. Fuck. Off."

The fire had crept up to his elbows during his rant, he took several deep breaths and opened his hands extinguishing the flames. His sleeves were completely scorched, and everyone was staring at him as if he grew a second head. He smiled weakly at them. "Did you know cats and humans share the same strand of pink eye?"

Pooch couldn't hold back the laugh, Clay and Cougar smiled at the statement only Jensen could make. Roque rolled his eyes and ground the palm of his hand into his temple.

"Christ, No faking that kind of annoying bullshit."

"So, I can get my glasses?"

Clay nodded but Cougar was already handing the glasses to the tech. It's true they all had their secrets and it was hypocritical of them to persecute Jensen just cause his secret happened to involve him being a human fire ball. Pooch stopped chuckling for a moment and stared wide-eyed at the blonde.

"Wait… You said your name was Johnny." The driver waited for Jensen to nod in confirmation. "As in, Johnny Storm. Human Torch. Pretty boy of The Fantastic Four. That Johnny?"

There was a moment of stunned silence as anyone tried to imagine Jensen being a "pretty boy", followed by another moment of silence as everyone wondered how Pooch made that connection. Pooch shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"I was a driver for a short while for Von Doom before he went under, I was on leave and had to help Jolene make some extra money to make the move from New York to Illinois. That was when the whole Fantastic Four thing happened." Pooch stared at Jensen who was now comfortably hidden behind his glasses. "Shit Jensen, You're the Human fucking Torch! The Pooch can not believe this!"

Clay's cheeks hurt, he couldn't stop smiling between Pooch freaking out and Jensen blushing and murmuring like an embarrassed 7th grader. Even Cougar's smile was more prominent, he was almost full-on smirking. Jensen himself was messing with a walkie-talkie.

"Hey, The Pooch." Jensen snapped at the bald man "Enough fan-boying, I'm not the Torch, not anymore." The hacker went back to fiddling with the radio and didn't speak anymore. The four remaining men shared worried looks, all the humor drained from the situation as reality set in again. Jensen started talking into it checking every channel.

"Sweet baby Jesus on a tortilla!" He stated suddenly. "Ben is that you?"

"Excuse me?" answered a low guttural voice. "Who is this!"

"Take it easy Pebbles, just a ghost from your past here to ask a favor."

"Peb…bles? It can't be… Johnny?" even though the voice sounded scarier than any tone Roque ever managed to have, in that moment the mans voice was tight, that didn't last long. "Johnny we thought you were dead! Haven't you heard of a phone! Does Susie know?"

"Listen, Ben I'm having some car trouble, You're within 100 yards of my position." As he talked he pulled out a small palm pad and started hacking his way into a satellite, finally his GPS beeped to life displaying their co-ordinates. He relayed them to Ben. "Think you can find us?"

"Leave it to me Tinkerbell. Jeez, kid even dead yer still a pain in my neck."

"Thanks Ben, I owe you big time."

"Just promise you'll call Susie."

"I will. Just hurry up, I've been shot at enough today."

"Cool yer jets Sparky, I'm 5 miles out, see you in 15."

(In Latveria)

Max pulled at his glove before checking his watch again. He hated to be kept waiting, and that's exactly what was happening. The man he was supposed to meet finally decided to grace him with his presence. The man wore a green cloak and a metal mask over his face.

"Mr. Doom, I presume."

"It's Doctor."

"Victor I don't really care about titles, I care about money, and time…"

'Is money. And I have a business proposition for you." Doom motioned for Max to take a seat, he noticed that he checked his watch again before sitting.

"I'm listening."

Victor smiled, this man was dangerous but only human. Still he had the resources he needed to get to Richards, to get revenge on all four of them. All he had to do was sell the idea of creating an almost invincible army of soldiers just like the Fantastic Four.

All he had to do was get the plans for Reed's machine, and according to his Intel some rag-tag group had stolen it. Five ordinary men wouldn't keep him from his plans, this was a battle they would only ultimately lose.

R&R

Riley: There you go another chapter, this one with no definite ending. Next up is Jensen explaining things to both his team and Ben, the dreaded phone call with Sue.

Then some more Victor scheming.