I told Donovan to do exactly what I said when we got there. He nodded, trying to keep a brave front. I was terrified. It was different then when I was in the bank or facing my friend's psychotic boyfriend. I was alone then. Now, I was responsible for my two cousins, both of whom were counting on me to get them out of this. I glanced around me then tenderly touched Donovan's shoulder. "Everything will be okay." I said, lightly touching his neck.

We entered the apartment silently, Donovan behind me.

"Close the door behind you." A man's voice came from the living room where I couldn't see him. "Then walk to the table and blindfold yourself." I spotted the blindfold and grimly tied it around my eyes. Then I heard Donovan yelp; I turned and felt a cold rod touch my neck. Fire ran through my body and then everything went black.

I opened my eyes with aching hands and feet. A strange sensation after be electrocuted.

"You're awake." I blinked as Johnny and my mother leaned over me. "So what is it with you and electrocution?" I glared at Johnny as I slowly sat up.

"How did you find me?"

"Alica and I found you when we came home." I looked over to see Ben sitting in the corner. "Jen, what happened? Where are the kids?" I told them what happened is a low voice. When I finished, Ben stood up and promptly punched a hole in the wall with a roar.

"We have to assume the kidnappers will call with demands. We will get them back Ben." Mom said, trying to calm him down. That's when Dad came striding into the room.

"Perfect." I said, jumping off the table. "Dad, you need to activate my tracking device." I glanced at everyone else. "I knew there would be a chance that something would happen to me. So I phased my locator to Donovan." A smile broke out over Dad's face.

"That's my girl. I'll start triangulating the signal but…" Dad looked at me. "I have to tell you first why I came in here. I think we found out what your weakness is, Jenny." I frowned at him. "Hold up your hands." I did, glancing at them, then I did a double take.

"What the..?" Johnny said, peering forward. My eyes widened. My hands were see through. But as I looked at them, they appeared to be getting denser and denser. "The electricity through your body disoriented your molecules, making them unstable. Now, you should be alright in a few hours, but it appears that electricity has the ability to scatter your molecules – a great amount could make your entire body unstable and unable to maintain its structure." I looked at my dad, the realization dawning on me. "So if I'm electrocuted for a long amount of time, or with a massive voltage – I could….come apart?" Dad looked at Mom and nodded slowly.

"Well, then, I'll try not to stick my finger any more sockets." I said weakly.

"You have got to be kidding me!" I growled. I was grounded?!

"We are not risking you getting electrocuted again. We have the signal and we are going to get them back." I followed my father to the jet.

"But you are risking mom? Together we could watch each others backs…."

"I said no!" I froze as my father's voice echoed harshly throughout the chamber. Both Ben and Johnny stared at him until mom broke the silence.

"Jenny, please just listen to you father." Susan Storm touched her husband lightly on the shoulder and stepped into the jet. Johnny glanced at me with an encouraging smile and followed her. Ben was already settled inside. My father paused then followed the other three. I was left to watch them go.

I know they just wanted the best for me. But the thing about family related issues is just that – its family related issues. I wasn't part of the Fantastic Four, but I was a part of the Fantastic Four's family. And so were Donovan and Becca. The difference was that I was not a child anymore.

I raised my hand in front of my face and narrowed my eyes. With a small pop of pain, my hand instantly became solid again. I blinked, and my vision suddenly changed. It was like I could see the world as parts- as molecules. I blinked again and my vision was normal again. That was strange. Not so much the vision part – but the power boost I felt. Like I could rearrange the world however I liked it.

I turned, striding over to the computer.

"Log on user Jenny102. Run backwards trace on program Tracer." The computer flicked through some screens and a command portal for my father's Tracer system opened.

"Run Tracer # 102: ID Jennifer Richards Storm: Interest: global coordinates."