Disclaimer: I only own my mystery person; I really need to give him a name. I don't even own the poem. It belongs to Christopher Marlowe

Author's note: Thank you for your reviews, I'm sorry this is such a short chapter but …actually I don't have an excuse. I just liked ending it there. The poem I used is called 'The passionate Shepard to his love' by Christopher Marlowe. Lets just say poetry isn't really my department. Believe me I actually made an effort but all my poems sound wrong. AND they insist we do poetry every year in English in which I always end up embarrassed when my book is completely blank. Anyway enough about with me, on with my short little chappy.

Sue wasn't surprised that Johnny didn't come to visit her. She was however very disappointed. It meant he was playing the role of sulky, immature teenager again. She knew Ben was enjoying a break from Johnny's careless remarks and blunt comments but even he found the peace uneasy. It was a natural Storm talent; controlling the mood. Whenever her or Johnny were angry or upset it seemed that everyone else was. Sue nodded politely as she listened to her husband talk. Reed noticed Sue's mind was elsewhere; he looked at Ben for help. Ben shrugged and looked back at his paper.

"Is Johnny okay?" Sue asked.

"Actually I'm not too sure. He's still moody but I think something else is bugging him. I tried to get him to come today but he put his foot down,"

"Actually Reed put in a pretty good argument,"

"Argument? You guys were fighting?" Sue asked, her tone a mixture or anger and worry.

"We were just talking," A voice interrupted before Reed could reply. The three people looked up to see Johnny standing at the end of the bed. He looked down and scratched the back of his neck, coming to the hospital didn't seem like such a good idea after all.

"I guess somebody feels a little stupid," Ben commented with a smirk. Johnny pulled a face.

"I got bored," he mumbled. Sue smiled.

"Come here. You can't even give your sister a hug?" Sue said with mock disapproval, Johnny grinned and bounded childishly up to his sister, he gave her a big hug. Reed stretched his arm to take a chair from the unoccupied bed beside them. He handed it to Johnny who quickly sat down.

"How've you been?" Johnny asked.

"Bored," Sue admitted. "I can't wait to get back out there. I actually miss wearing my suit,"

"Well you haven't missed anything," Ben said as he flicked the page of his paper.

"Yeah, we've just been sitting around. The most action for me was when a kid was trying to steal a meal from McDonalds." Johnny admitted.

"And I actually have no work to do." Reed added.

"You guys seem to be having so much fun," Sue said dryly.

"Are we just gonna sit here?" Johnny asked. "Cos no offence Sue but I really came to see Franklin,"

"I feel so loved," Sue said sarcastically.

"Well as a matter of fact I was hoping we could go and see him too," Reed said excitedly.

"Can you believe these two?" Sue asked Ben. Ben simply shrugged and smiled.

When the four reached the incubator holding baby Franklin a little white envelope lay on top of it. It was addressed to Sue. Sue glared at her brother and hit him on the arm.

"What?" he asked, rubbing the spot on his arm where Sue had hit him.

"Stop sending those stupid letters, that first one really freaked me out,"

"What letters?" Sue narrowed her eyes and scrutinised her brother. He was watching her warily. Sue snatched up the letter and tore it open.

I'm sorry I scared you. I wrote this poem this morning. It's about you.

Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove that valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon the rocks, seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, by shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, with buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds, with coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love.

The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing for thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, then live with me and be my love.

Sue looked up from the card. Johnny was useless with poetry, she had often had to help him in that part of his studies. She looked at the three men surrounding her.

"What?" Johnny asked.

"What does it say?" Reed asked.

"Is it hate mail?" Ben asked. He pounded his fists together scaring the man walking past at the time.

"No. It's poetry. It's a love poem."