The Ultimate Babysitter

A/N: My first F4 fan fic! This idea just came to me while I was taking a bath. I hope it will have as many chapters as I can think of. Well, I hope you enjoy and..and...well, just enjoy.

Summary: Sue gets a job as a babysitter and has to deal with all types of kids.

Disclaimer: I don't own Fantastic 4 or anything, ok? Good, now that we have that cleared up, let's begin, shall we?

Sue Storm burst into her apartment, almost slamming the door open. She was just so excited and couldn't wait to tell the boys the good news. She could just picture it now; how everyone would react.

"Guys! Guess what! I have great news!" she shouted.

Johnny and Reed were busy playing Nintendo, that they could actually care less.

"Sue, we're kinda busy here," Johnny said, without taking his eyes off the screen.

Sue rolled her eyes. She felt the same way most women felt sometimes. Like when the husband had some important news, she had to bow down and worship him, but if she had something to say, the man could care less.

Sue unplugged the cable and the TV turned off.

"SUE!" Reed and Johnny started complaining. "What'd you do that for?" Johnny whined. "I was winning, damn it!"

"No, you weren't!" Reed protested. "I was winning!"

"Was not!" Johnny said. He sounded more like a five-year-old.

"Was too! You just can't handle the truth!" Reed snapped.

"Boys! Who cares who was winning?! Look at this way. It's a tie," Sue interrupted.

"I get it! You're a racist! You hate me cuz I'm black!" Johnny yelled at his sister and burst into pretend tears.

Sue shook her head. Johnny was clearly a disgrace. "Oh, cut the crap," she snapped.

"So, what was it that was so important?" Reed asked.

"Well, I got a new job!" Sue replied happily.

Johnny dramatically gasped. "Oh, no! She's become a hooker! C'mon, everybody. Run for the hills!"

Reed sighed and rolled his eyes. Ben immediately burst into the living room, having overheard everything. "Sue's a hooker?!" He wanted to make sure that's what he really heard.

"NO!" Sue snapped, getting impatient. "Just listen to me. I'm not a hooker! I'm a babysitter now."

Reed, Ben, and Johnny looked at each other with a serious look. Then they just burst out laughing. Sue frowned. She didn’t think it was funny. Not at all.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

None of them answered. They couldn't talk, let alone breathe, because of how hard they were laughing. They laughed so hard that tears sprung to their eyes.

"What's so funny?" Sue repeated. "C'mon, I like jokes. Tell me, so I can laugh, too."

"You? A babysitter?" Reed said, when he stopped laughing for less than five seconds. He made it sound as if it were impossible. That's what the boys thought. Sue, a babysitter? Yeah, right.

"You make it sound as if it were impossible," Sue said in a whiny tone.

Johnny stood up from the couch and stood next to Sue. He put his arm around her and said, "Sue, you're a great sister and all, but face it! You suck when it comes to babysitting."

"Yeah, Suzie, I mean, no offense and all, but I bet you you wouldn't last one day in a house with one kid," Ben challenge her.

"Oh, yeah?" Sue said, in a menacing tone. "We'll see about that."

"Let's make a bet," Reed piped up. "If you can spend at least two weeks with kids, then we have to spend a whole day with you doing what you want." He sighed. "Even if it means going to the―" He gulped; it hurt to even say it―"salon," he finished, barely audible.

Ben and Johnny gasped.

"No," Johnny said. "Not the salon. It's hours and hours of torture in there. Watching all those women getting their nails done and all those horrbile things that I'm not gonna mention right now. It burns! Oh, the horror!" He dramatically dropped to the floor and pretended to cry.

Sue smiled. "Okay, if Iwin, I'll have you spend the whole day doing what I want. If you win, then vice versa. Deal?"

"Deal," Ben and Reed said.

Johnny, of course, was still on the floor, wailing.

Sue and the boys shook their heads. Johnny was so immature.

A/N: So, did you like it? I liked it, but whether it really WAS good―well, that's up to you. So review, you pretties. hehehe

Miz Jackson