Okay, next chapter will be posted under Fantastic 4, just to see the response I'd get there. And I'd like to thank my four kind reviewers. This is dedicated to you! So a special thanks to freedomfighter82, Passionate Fire, mindreader208, and ModernBohemianMuse. You guys rock! And sorry for the long wait! I tried to get this posted earlier, but fanfics wouldn't work. Whoever can guess the book Roger is talking about gets the next chapter dedicated to them. Oh, and if it wasn't out when Johnny, Sue, and Roger were kids I'm sorry. But I have one book in mind, so try and guess! Anyway, enjoy!

Roger

Johnny led me to a very fancy looking elevator. As the box rushed towards the penthouse, I felt my stomach go queasy. I hadn't been in a motorized anything in years- no planes, no cars, and no elevators. I clutched my stomach tenderly, trying to avoid Johnny's confused gaze. No normal person got elevator-sick, but living in a shitty loft for years on end without food, heat, or air conditioning can do that to a person.

We finally neared the top floor and Johnny motioned for me to be quiet. I nodded, smiling as I noticed the all-to-familiar, mischievous glint in his eye. Johnny grinned and turned back to the elevator door, which was opening at that very moment. He carefully tiptoed out and motioned for me to follow. I imitated his cautious tactics and followed him to a slightly opened door. I could hear people arguing within.

"I didn't lose him!" a gruff voice insisted.

"Then where is he?" a feminine voice asked, which I immediately recognized as Sue's.

"I don't know!" the gruff voice said again, "He was right behind me one second, and the next he was gone! It 'serves the little runt right. He's prolly bleedin' to death in some godforsaken alley. If Hothead had only listened…"

I heard a sob from Sue and a kinder, softer, masculine voice said, "Now look what you've done. Oh, come on Sue, I'm sure Johnny's okay. It is, after all, Johnny we're talking about."

"Yeah Sue," the other voice said, "I didn't mean it like that. You know Johnny- Mr. Cocky himself."

"I guess you're right," I heard Sue said hesitantly, her voice wavering, "I shouldn't have let him go. But he was so desperate to get out of the house and I felt bad that he had to stay locked up…"

Sue trailed off and sniffled.

"I hope he's alright," she added softly.

"I'm sure he is," the kinder voice said, "Johnny's been in a lot worse."

"Well, he ain't gonna be okay when I get my hands on him," the rough voice grumbled, "That little punk's got a lot of explaining to do…"

Johnny motioned for me to stay where I was and before I could respond he burst in the door, interrupting the voice. "Explain about what?" he asked cockily, "The plastic surgery bill? I'm telling ya Ben, we did the best we could."

"Johnny!" three voices yelled at once, one relieved, one annoyed, and one furious.

"I'm gonna kill ya!" the deep voice yelled and the floor shook as I heard his footsteps pound towards Typh.

I could imagine Johnny's devious grin as he said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why not?" the voice demanded.

"Because then I wouldn't be able to introduce you to our guest."

The rumbling stopped suddenly. "What guest?"

"Sue knows who it is," Johnny hinted, "Well, she doesn't know right now, but she'll know when I introduce him."

I decided to do a little mind-boggling of my own. Racking my brain, I remembered Sue's childhood, imaginary friend, Mrs. Pinwell. Mustering up my highest, most feminine sounding voice, I squeaked, "Why Susan darling, it's me, Mrs. Pinwell. Don't you remember me deary?"

The effect was amazing. My only regret was that I didn't get to see her face.

"Reed!" she shrieked, "We can't live here anymore! This place is haunted!"

Trying to contain my laughter, I spoke again. "Susie dear, I'm not a ghost! I'm a field mouse, remember? Like in that book you used to force read your dear brother and cousin. Dreadful book if I do say so myself."

"You never said that before," Sue said softly. I couldn't believe she was buying this, but I wasn't about to find out if she wasn't.

"You were but a young one way back when," I said, "I didn't want to hurt your delicate feelings. But you're a woman now and need to know the truth. Furthermore, I do believe you should give all your worldly possessions to dear Jonathon and Roger."

That blew it.

"Roger Davis!" Sue yelled angrily, "If you're there when I come out of this room I will personally strangle you!"

An interesting idea popped into my head as the door began to open. In a flash, all of my weight was pushed up against the door. Though not much because of the lack of food, I was able to keep the door shut.

"What the heck is going on?" Sue demanded, banging on the door.

"You can't strangle me if you don't exit the room," I answered simply.

The banging stopped. "So it's really you, Roger?"

"The one and only."

"Good, then I won't feel bad doing this. Ben!"

Before I know what has happened, I flew against the wall and crashed painfully to the ground, the white door in splintered shreds all around me.

"What the hell was that for?" I asked, wiping dust off my shirt and out of my hair.

Sue walked over and gave me a hug. "For scaring me you dimwit." She answered, a small smile on her face as she tightened her grip around my thin frame.

"It's good to see you too, Sue."