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Susan Storm brushed the lock of hair impatiently out of her face, her eyebrows furrowed as she gazed at the schematics. If they were wrong in only one of the calculations…

No, Susan told herself forcefully. Don't even think about that!

But it wasn't like she hadn't thought about it. Johnny was the only family member she had left, and he meant so much to her. After her parents had died when she was seventeen, she had been forced to take care of her younger brother or else be separated from in by the foster care system. Johnny had been he one who had broken Reed's nose when he broke up with her, and he'd also played dad at her wedding.

Of course, he had nearly fainted after he walked down the aisle. He had been sick…so, so sick. And now he was sicker, if that was even possible. He was sleeping now, and Ben was watching him.

Her expression cleared slightly at the thought of the big rock-man with an even bigger heart. He had Johnny had definitely started out on the wrong foot, Johnny still acting like a joking teenager when Ben had wanted him to act like an adult. But Ben, after Susan, probably cared about Johnny the most.

"Holy…!"

Susan spun around just in time to see her husband engulfed in a cloud of smoke. When it cleared, he was coughing, black from head to toe, and scowling. "I almost had it!" he yelled at nobody.

Susan shook her head. Reed's problem was that he cared too much. He was making mistakes.

Reed had never liked or disliked Johnny, looking upon him instead as slightly less capable then a wrench, and about as dispensable. When Johnny had been kidnapped by Doom, Susan never figured out whether it was his love for her, his hatred of Doom, or a mixture of both that made him decide to post-pone the wedding to kidnap "The Kid."

Yet they were all helping. In there own little ways that added up to so much, they were helping her piece her life back together. On the entire planet, she guessed that she had never loved any other person as much as she loved the three men in the building at this moment.

A slam of a door made Susan look up. Ben Grimm was running towards her, a limp form in his hand. "He's not breathing!"

The three words made her own heart stop. Not breathing. Johnny wasn't breathing.

She acted on pure instinct. As soon as Johnny was on the floor she gave him mouth-to-mouth resurrection hoping ― praying ― that he would breathe again.

"I was sitting there," Ben was saying slowly, as if trying to remember it all. "And reading, listing to the Kid breathe. Then he just stopped, like he forgot how to do it. He was already asleep. I was afraid to help him myself, I might of crushed his lungs.

Susan was crying. "Why won't he wake up!" she screamed hysterically. "Johnny, wake up! Johnny!"

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