Foreword: Well, I left poor Johnny in quite a state. I'm fixing it! I'm fixing it!

Disclaimer: Don't own it, a little bad language.

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Just tell her, Johnny

"What?"

Just tell her. I didn't think you'd be getting in this deep.

"I don't get in deep anything. Just ask my sister." Johnny answered, kicking backward and testing the length of his breathing tube. Then something occurred to him.

"You can hear me if I do this, right?" Johnny thought.

Of course I can Einstein answered back.

"That's handy. Are there any cameras?" He asked silently.

Yeah, four in all the corners, one trained on you and one trained on me about four and a half feet in front of us, all hanging from the ceiling.

"I've seen worse. Okay, just act natural." Johnny told him. Reaching, he found that he was only a few feet short of the edge of the tank.

Act natural!?! Did you hear what she just said? She's gonna turn you into the living dead Duracell battery!

"I heard. It's not possible." Johnny answered.

But…

"I can heat up to above 4000 degrees Kelvin. I don't think I have to ask if you know how hot that is." Johnny thought, looking over at the dog.

That's like…the temperature of the sun.

"And do you know of any type of material that can withstand the temperature of the sun?"

Not even the atmosphere can do that.

"Exactly, but I'm hoping that it won't have to go that far. Cuz apparently I can destroy life as we know it. Damn, I'm gonna have to pop this mask off." Johnny thought to himself.

I think I respect you a little more now…WHAT!?!? Are you insane?

"That's what they tell me." Johnny thought as he jerked his head backward and the mask parted company with his face. It floated, bubbling.

Johnny quickly swam to the edge of the tank. He turned around a put of his hand on the cool glass. Johnny ignored the panic that was starting to form in his brain, and concentrated on his fingertips.

What are you doing?

"Glass isn't heatproof." Johnny's mind thought absently.

Johnny's fingertips started to glow, making the glass softer and softer under his fingertips until five bumps started to form.

"C'mon, c'mon." Johnny thought.

C'mon! Einstein silently cheered as well.

Johnny was just about to give up when he felt a small bubble.

Then another, bigger this time.

Then world turned upside-down.

The glass wall of the tank broke open with the upset in pressure, and Johnny tumbled ass over heels to the wall behind him.

He lay there sputtering and gasping for a few minutes, "That was…interesting." He said out loud at last.

Hurry, they'll have heard that.

Johnny stood and heated his body until the cuffs lay in two molten puddles on the floor.

"I would've thought that would be harder." Johnny said, examining them.

Johnny ran over to the cage.

Watch it!

"Easy! It's not like this is my first time to the rodeo." Johnny said, as one side of the cage became a puddle of glowing metal by way of The Human Torch.

I think we need help. Einstein told Johnny as he undid the buckle holding the muzzle on Einstein's face.

"What, you think I can't handle it?" Johnny said, a teasing smirk appearing on his face.

I thought you could handle it up until I found out your weakness was a bucket of water.

"I've had about up to my neck with you." Johnny said, tucking the dog under his arm and running to the window. "And anyway, I agree with you. We need to get back to the Baxter Building."

Great idea, Fireball. But how exactly are we going to do that? The security of this building is like Fort Knox.

"On the ground." Johnny corrected, smirking at the dog.

Einstein's eyes got wide. Oh, HELL no

"What? Are you afraid of flying?" Johnny asked, his smile broadening.

No, I've got a little fear of being SET ON FIRE!

"Oh, it'll be fine. I got a little more self control than that."

Coulda fooled me.

"Just don't look down." Johnny told him, glancing behind him as he heard footsteps in the hall.

OK! Ok, fine. Just don't drop me.

"I make no guarantees." Johnny said, opening the window with a fireball.

Whatever. Just watch out for water guns, Matchstick.

"Shut up." Johnny said as he jumped out the window with a shout of "Flame on!"

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Whoo! That was exciting. I wonder what happens next…

wait a second…

More later. Very busy nowadays.

-Gold