Don't own it.
Johnny Storm made his way through the burning building, fighting the urge to cough every two minutes. He didn't want Ben, who was next to him, or his sister, who was with Reed trying to put out the fire, to think he wasn't able to do his job just because of a cold.
"Move it, Kid!"
Johnny's legs were jerked out from under him as the huge rock form of Ben Grimm fell on him. Johnny knew that Ben wasn't trying to hurt him, but usually, he preferred that his ribs weren't broken, especially since his lungs seemed so vulnerable lately.
Ben let Johnny up, and he saw just what his friend was saving him from. A huge wooden beam had fallen right where Johnny had been standing moments before. It made him realize just how close he had been to being flambéd.
"You okay, Johnny?" Ben's deep voice broke through to Johnny and the younger man nodded and followed his comrade quickly up the wooden stairs, which were already on fire.
Running down the flaming hallway, Johnny was glad that his body was heat-resistant (but why not cold resistant, huh?) and that Ben's rock form made it virtually impossible for him to get burned. But Susan and Reed were going to have a couple of nasty burns after this little adventure.
There were two doors at the end of the hallway. Johnny knew that only one of them would have the missing child. The only person who hadn't left the building when it had gone up in flames. "You go that way!" Johnny yelled, pointing to a burning door to their right. "I'll take this one!"
Ben took one look at the door and frowned. He grabbed Johnny's arm to get his attention. "I need to get out of here, Kid." He said. "The building's going to collapse any second, and I'll break into about ten pieces if I fall from this high." He really didn't want to leave Johnny alone, but he needed to get out, scat. Otherwise, he might bring the building down sooner.
Johnny looked at the two doors. "Eenny, meenie, miney, moe!" he pointed to the door on his right. Two seconds later, he was through it, flames licking at his exposed skin.
A small yell came from the other side of the room. Johnny pried open a closet door to find a tiny African-American boy crouching there, huddled underneath a blanket. Johnny scooped the kids in his arms and went over the window. There was only one way out with a person whose skin didn't repel flames. He through the boy out the window, knowing that the net waiting at the bottom would catch him.
Johnny curled on the floor in a fit of coughing. The smoke was getting to him-he couldn't breathe...
A second later, the floor collapsed.
Susan Storm watched in dismay as the building started to tumble. She was glad that Ben or the boy weren't inside it. She looked expectantly upwards, waiting for her brother to fly out of the wreckage.
He didn't.
Susan gave Reed an anxious look before gazing back at the sky. "Come on, Johnny!" She whispered to herself. Next to her, Ben had already plunged into the burning rubble, shouting out Johnny's name. A few minutes later he stopped and pushed a couple of beams away from a figure.
Susan Storm's brother laid in the middle on the wreckage. Susan started to cry and Reed held her, also crying. Johnny had started to cough violently. He was suffering from his sickness and smoke inhalation.
But he was alive, and that's all that mattered.
Did you think he was dead? Be honest!
Hey, anyone know what they call black kids in Europe? 'Cause they aren't African-American anymore.
Oh, and review!