Revolution
A Sequel to "Sweet Revenge"
By
Carolyne Smythe and Shane Luttrell
Introduction - Two of Us
By
Carolyne Smythe
It had only been a couple of months since Marilyn Richards, better known as Miss Fantastic's heroic rescue of her friends from the clutches of the evil man named Dr. Doom. Marilyn and her friends were not ordinary people, they were the heroes the world had come to know and love as the Fantastic Five. The best one of these friends, Reed Richards, or Mr. Fantastic and his stepdaughter were in one of the many labs he worked in, when Mary brought up a question.
"Father, have you ever wondered like me if one of my relatives could be out there?"
Reed stopped typing at his computer, and turned to look at his beloved child, seeing the concern in her eyes.
"Why do you ask such a question?" He replied gently.
"It gets to me sometimes Father," Mary solemnly said.
"After what I went through with my real parents, grandparents, and the orphanage. I guess if a relative was to come up, and claim me, they might actually be nice. But, I've always had a theory that crudeness runs in the Witshire family. The way I look at and think about it, I'm the black sheep."
"Well Mary, I would like to think after all the press you have gotten these years, someone would have come up and claimed you by now. You know that all of us, especially I would never let anything happen to you." Reed answered back.
Then, he stretched his neck down far enough to kiss Mary on the forehead.
"You know Father, I cannot believe how long ago it was. I was on the verge of dying from starvation and dehydration when you found me that night outside your mansion."
"I will never forget that too, my child. I remember our butler, Rex thought he had run over you."
"And, you brought me in, gave me chicken soup, and comforted me. Ever since then, the rest has been history." Mary said with a sigh.
A quiet followed in the lab for a moment. Then, Mary spoke up again.
"Father, you, Ben, Sue, and Johnny have been pretty much my real family. Even if a relative of mine eventually came along, and claimed me back, no one would ever replace all four of you, especially you Father. That is why I asked that question in the first place."
Reed looked into stepdaughter's deep, brown eyes for a minute, touched by what she just said. Then he responded.
"If someone ever came, and claimed you back, you will always be remembered in our hearts, especially mine. I would always be sure that we keep in touch, letters, telephone, or both."
"Yes Father, but mere words on paper, or things said from one who's not seen are not the same as being right at their side. I would miss assisting you in the lab. I would miss you." Mary was almost on the verge of tears.
Reed could see that the subject of leaving him almost broke her heart. He patted her on the head, and soothingly talked.
"Mary, Mary. Like I said, I would never let anything happen to you. I could have let you go when the people who attended the family reunion at the mansion rejected you for not being of our blood. But did I? No. My point is, I will always care for you no matter what. Despite what I said about our keeping in touch, I like you would prefer you remain here. Besides, I enjoy having such a good, young assistant helping me."
He patted her head again, and smiled at her. Mary slowly relaxed. Then, she spoke jokingly.
"Yes, without me you would never have your test tubes cleaned, nor would your many inventions and machines look so spiff."
"That's right." Reed replied in a happy tone.
"Since you brought it up, I still can't believe to this day how all those so-called members of our family rejected me. Especially that Aunt Mildred and her comment "I cannot believe you have adopted that girl. You know how we are about those who are NOT true to the family."." Mary said with a little sarcasm on the quotation.
"Yes, that was awfully rude of her. Wonder if she's any relation to your real family?" Reed teased as he went back to working at his computer.
And from there, they carried on in such a way that could one sense a bond between the two, who were not related by blood, but seemingly were.
A Sequel to "Sweet Revenge"
By
Carolyne Smythe and Shane Luttrell
Introduction - Two of Us
By
Carolyne Smythe
It had only been a couple of months since Marilyn Richards, better known as Miss Fantastic's heroic rescue of her friends from the clutches of the evil man named Dr. Doom. Marilyn and her friends were not ordinary people, they were the heroes the world had come to know and love as the Fantastic Five. The best one of these friends, Reed Richards, or Mr. Fantastic and his stepdaughter were in one of the many labs he worked in, when Mary brought up a question.
"Father, have you ever wondered like me if one of my relatives could be out there?"
Reed stopped typing at his computer, and turned to look at his beloved child, seeing the concern in her eyes.
"Why do you ask such a question?" He replied gently.
"It gets to me sometimes Father," Mary solemnly said.
"After what I went through with my real parents, grandparents, and the orphanage. I guess if a relative was to come up, and claim me, they might actually be nice. But, I've always had a theory that crudeness runs in the Witshire family. The way I look at and think about it, I'm the black sheep."
"Well Mary, I would like to think after all the press you have gotten these years, someone would have come up and claimed you by now. You know that all of us, especially I would never let anything happen to you." Reed answered back.
Then, he stretched his neck down far enough to kiss Mary on the forehead.
"You know Father, I cannot believe how long ago it was. I was on the verge of dying from starvation and dehydration when you found me that night outside your mansion."
"I will never forget that too, my child. I remember our butler, Rex thought he had run over you."
"And, you brought me in, gave me chicken soup, and comforted me. Ever since then, the rest has been history." Mary said with a sigh.
A quiet followed in the lab for a moment. Then, Mary spoke up again.
"Father, you, Ben, Sue, and Johnny have been pretty much my real family. Even if a relative of mine eventually came along, and claimed me back, no one would ever replace all four of you, especially you Father. That is why I asked that question in the first place."
Reed looked into stepdaughter's deep, brown eyes for a minute, touched by what she just said. Then he responded.
"If someone ever came, and claimed you back, you will always be remembered in our hearts, especially mine. I would always be sure that we keep in touch, letters, telephone, or both."
"Yes Father, but mere words on paper, or things said from one who's not seen are not the same as being right at their side. I would miss assisting you in the lab. I would miss you." Mary was almost on the verge of tears.
Reed could see that the subject of leaving him almost broke her heart. He patted her on the head, and soothingly talked.
"Mary, Mary. Like I said, I would never let anything happen to you. I could have let you go when the people who attended the family reunion at the mansion rejected you for not being of our blood. But did I? No. My point is, I will always care for you no matter what. Despite what I said about our keeping in touch, I like you would prefer you remain here. Besides, I enjoy having such a good, young assistant helping me."
He patted her head again, and smiled at her. Mary slowly relaxed. Then, she spoke jokingly.
"Yes, without me you would never have your test tubes cleaned, nor would your many inventions and machines look so spiff."
"That's right." Reed replied in a happy tone.
"Since you brought it up, I still can't believe to this day how all those so-called members of our family rejected me. Especially that Aunt Mildred and her comment "I cannot believe you have adopted that girl. You know how we are about those who are NOT true to the family."." Mary said with a little sarcasm on the quotation.
"Yes, that was awfully rude of her. Wonder if she's any relation to your real family?" Reed teased as he went back to working at his computer.
And from there, they carried on in such a way that could one sense a bond between the two, who were not related by blood, but seemingly were.