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 White Picket Fence, Tag: Sue Storm
REED RICHARDS
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 06:54 PM
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February 2017

Reed had never shared the usual distaste for lawyers; at least, not until then. After their return, between handling matters of their return from the dead, their newly acquired powers, and sudden military contracts, Reed felt like he spent all his time around them, and barely got a chance to be in his labs, which meant he was only managing up to 13 hours of work a day, instead of the usual 18 to 20. 'Familiarity breeds contempt' went the proverb, that seemed to be proving itself right, and took ominous contours as he considered what they were doing.

Picking a place where all four of them could live in and work at, together, was about as hard as it seemed. Especially as now everything seemed to be voted on, Reed found himself on the losing time more times than he cared for. He had wanted to go back to California, find an isolated, roomy house they could renovate at will. Instead, they were looking at something in a New York building.

This one had been the first one they all seemed to agree with, at least on paper. An old industrial site retrofitted for high tech offices, many of them with connections with the military themselves, they wouldn't have much room, or hopefully interest, in complaining about their presence. They, themselves, would be on the upper floors, an overambitious addition made by a company that made a lot of money in one bubble or another, and went down when it burst, leaving behind their hopes of ever becoming the New Yorker Google.

Still, Reed wanted to see it for himself. Of course, he could manage to turn everything into a lab, but, now, it was a matter of doing so according to strict zoning laws and military oversight. He was not the type to give up midway, and part of that was not starting doomed enterprises.

Still, he had to admit, he was impressed. The ceilings were high, the floors were wide, the foundation was solid. He could definitely see himself living there. Seeing himself sharing it with three other people was a little harder.

"Well?" Reed turned to his companion. "What do you think?"



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Sorry, is a month too early to move in together?
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SUE STORM
 Posted: Feb 18 2018, 11:55 PM
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Sue was many things. She was smart and stubborn, she was kind and and strong, she was bold and daring. But she was not invincible. She’d kept her spirits up as long as she could as they traipsed from property to property, yet as the day wore on, as they toured property after property, it felt like reality was beginning to set in. The reality that this was their reality, that they were staying here because there was no going back. It was like they had crash landed on another planet, one almost like their own, and now they were doomed to stay here forever, so close to home and yet immeasurably different. And they had no option but to live out the rest of their lives.

“It’s fine. Just like the last one was fine. And the one before that. Really, any of them will do.”

She couldn’t help the exasperated, tired notes that had crept into her voice; the pain was just so fresh, still. When she was with Ben or Johnny or the investors, she could pull herself together, put on a facade of calm and slap on a smile, pretend like everything was okay. There were people counting on her, after all. Yet with Reed, it was different, since he didn’t need her as much. As least not emotionally. There was a certain comfort in knowing she didn’t have to pretend with him, that she didn’t have to do the emotional labor for him too. His lack of emotion balanced well with her over empathetic nature. Perhaps that’s why she liked him so much, though she really wasn’t in the mood to unpack that baggage. She took a seat on a piece of furniture covered with a white sheet, her eyes dropping down to her hands as she forced herself to take a deep breath.

“So this is it, huh? We’re really doing this? We’re really staying?”

It felt so...final. Like, by moving in here, by finding a place to live in this century, they were accepting that they were never going home. If there was any home for them to go back to. And if their return didn’t tear a hole in the fabric of space time, since if they’d been able to go back, shouldn’t they already know how to get back, since it they’d gotten back, they would’ve left materials to help them get back that they would have already found in the future...god, Sue had been thinking about it so much she had a headache. And she still wasn’t certain any of it made sense. And while there was no doubt that a home would be more comfortable than some government issued, military grade lab while they tried to sort out this mess, Sue couldn’t help it feeling like the floor of her stomach had fallen out, like they were in freefall and she couldn’t see when they would hit the ground.


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REED RICHARDS
 Posted: Feb 19 2018, 11:41 AM
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It wasn't like Reed had been completely oblivious to Sue's frustration. He had been feeling it, too. House hunting was taxing, physically and emotionally, worth of being made into an spectator sport in this new age. Their realtor was trying to approach it more as a negotiation than a search, and Reed couldn’t completely blame them, when they had such specific needs, and their budget was more of an interrogation point than a number.

That Reed had started off by passing the ball to Sue, instead of listing out a litany of issues, or giving a definitive no had certainly perked her up, but, at Sue’s response, she deflated once more. The last one had definitely not been fine. As Sue slumped into a visibly soft, covered, oddly shaped piece of furniture that Reed could only assume was a contemporary take on a chair, as opposed to the hard ones that he took for tables, the realtor tried to make eye contact with Reed, which he failed to notice, and, left to make a decision for herself, she slunk away, her professionally upbeat clacking of heels completely gone, as she went up the stairs to give them some privacy.

Reed remained locked in place, as he tried to make the best he could of the incomplete puzzle, until he could either figure it out as it were, of be given more pieces. Sue recentered herself, and, either because she needed to unburden herself, of because she took pity on him, she offered him a question. Reed was momentarily thankful it wasn’t about the place, because he really didn’t think they’d find a better one.

There were many answers to Sue’s question. It was the sort of thing Reed disliked about personal issues; there were so many circumstances involved, it was impossible to know what was the right one. Reed could make a poorly-timed joke about how California was still on the table, which would definitely set her off, but anger was a feeling that tired itself out. He could give her the technical answer of how, no, they were not, all they needed was a new ship, and some rework to his theory, and he could figure it out in a few weeks (a few dozen and a few hundred, he couldn’t tell). He could tell his own personal answer, which was to ask why would she want to go back.

Reed was not an empathetic man, that was for certain, but he could still sympathize with others. He could consider their situation, and understand their behavior. “Yes.” His tone wasn’t lecturing, or demanding, but obliging. “It’s...”

Most people considered Reed a restrained man. He was not stiff, but, instead, carried himself with an enviable ease. There were no wasted gestures, as if he always knew what to say, and his words were all he needed to express himself. If you didn’t understand them, it was your fault, it was the implication, for being so limited. Inside, however, Reed was a constant whirlwind. He had so many ideas and concepts shuffling around, and he worked tirelessly to make them fit together, to have them all make sense, to make it whole. When he worked, when he gave himself into it, he quickly shifted between going completely still, lost in his own thoughts, and moving around endlessly, as if he tried to use his body to grasp what his mind was failing to.

Instead of sitting by Sue, all he could do was look around, trying to find that one, nonexistent, perfect answer, the one that would make everything okay for her. For all of them. The one answer that would make them as happy as he was.

He raised his arms midway, then lowered them down, the idea stuck between his brain and his mouth. “It’s not so bad, is it?” He tried, his arms lifting again to point around them, at the floor, at the building, at the world. “It’s...” They fell down again.

When he invited them in, he had been completely honest, to the best of his abilities, about the dangers of the situation. As completely sure as he was of his theory, his ship, his calculations, accidents were always a possibility. Injury, maiming, death, he warned them, in as many different ways as he could conceive, and ‘other possibilities not yet considered’, it finished. Well, he hadn't considered this. He hadn’t considered turning them to stone, moving them through time. They had signed off for something else, not for this.

He couldn’t do anything about this. He couldn’t have warned them about this, and, when it happened, he couldn’t stop this. This was not the real problem. This had always been, as predictable and as understandable as everything else in the multiverse. He was the problem. I...” They were doing this, they were staying, because he had brought them here, and he turned them into what they’d become, and he couldn’t do anything about it. “I’m sorry.” He said, for the first time since it all happened.


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