Ben sat cautiously on the sofa in Reed's living room, sipping milk out of a huge metal cup and watching the television, glad that flame boy wasn't around. Not that he didn't like and respect Johnny just a bit more after their run in with Vic a few months ago, but he and the kid had different ways of looking at the world, and that would always lead to confrontation.

"Hey Benny boy," Johnny grinned as he plopped down beside him, stealing the remote. Apparently Ben had spoken too soon. It was part of the job description, annoying Ben. Right below getting hot chicks and right above signing gazillions of autographs.

"Johnny," Ben acknowledged with a grunt. "Shouldn't you be shopping for your maid of honor dress?" A soft chuckle as he took another sip. The idea of Johnny in a dress was very amusing.

"Ha ha, very funny," the younger man answered sarcastically, pausing in his channel surfing. "Next time you get to go shopping with her."

"Your sister," the orange rock replied almost immediately. "And she wants her widdle brother to tag along. Get used to it, Buttercup."

And if Sue and Reed hadn't chosen that exact moment to interrupt, Johnny would have had to pay for a new couch. Again. "Playing nice?" Sue questioned, taking a seat in an extra chair while Reed set down an arm load of bags and then shook his arm back to normal shape. She really could shop until she dropped. But he took a seat on the arm of her chair, hand resting lightly on her arm.

"Like two peas in a pod, Sue," her brother answered, rolling eyes. "Pebbles here was just saying how much he'd like to help you with shopping." He sent a grin to Ben. It was so much fun to annoy him.

Eyes bugging out, Ben shot straight up. "No! I mean, not that I don't wanna help, Susie. But I ain't exactly the shopping type." And the public was something to be avoided at all costs.

"It's alright, Ben," she chuckled, pulling out her list and crossing a few things off. "Pretty much everything is done. We got just about everything today. And it's a small wedding, anyway. Reed doesn't have a whole lot of family, and neither do I. We just want our close friends to be there."

"And yet you dragged me to forty gazillion shops looking for the perfect dress," Johnny objected. "Small wedding. Good gods."

"You got lucky, Sunshine," Ben grinned while Sue and Reed tried to hide how amused they were. "Stop whining."

"Or what?" Johnny countered, arms crossing as he glared at the new nickname. Ben was becoming more creative with his comebacks. Must have been a side-effect of being exposed to his brilliance for so long.

"We're still looking for a flower girl," Sue answered innocently. "We could get you a flame retardant dress and everything." Grin. "You know your fans would just love to get their hands on a picture of you in that outfit."

"Reed?" Johnny pleaded, looking to the older man with dread in his eyes.

"Of course we wouldn't allow any of the paparazzi at the wedding," Reed answered, frowning slightly as he pretended to think this out. "So it's highly unlikely anyone would find out."

And Johnny had had enough, and shot up. "Whatever. I'll walk Sue down the aisle but that's it," he grumbled making his way to the door and freedom.

"Johnny," Sue called, head lifting to look at him.

"What!" He questioned exasperatedly, turning around in the doorway.

"Thanks," she smiled. "For giving me away."

"Oh…yeah…no problem," he shrugged, heading for his room. "I'm supposed to," he yelled back. Oldest guy in their family or something. And it was important to Sue, which was why he was doing it. Unless she asked. Then it was purely obligation.