A/N: Um, yeah, I write way too much in my spare time, and I never really... post it, so now I am. Just a collection of short FF drabbles I've been writing this week. :D I'll post the rest later today, I need to go to the bookstore.

Oh yeah, and you all are welcome to request a drabble. In fact, I ask you to! Please do so:D

Disclaimer: The Fantastic Four are copyrighted to Stan Lee and Jack Kirby. Wait... Jack Kirby is dead. o.O Um... morbid... ONWARDS.

Summary: Everyone wants to know if Johnny gets sunburned.

How Does It Feel?

.:X:.

"Tell me."

"No."

"For the love of God," Ben growled. "It's a simple question. You just like makin' me wonder, doncha."

Johnny just smirked as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a pudding cup. "For once, I'm gonna keep it to myself. My powers are not supposed to be an attraction, after all. Hey, Reed, you left your legs in the other room again," he added as Reed stumbled in. "Yes, I noticed," was the reply as a rubber 'snap' was quickly followed by Mister Fantastic's legs returning to their proper position.

"Any luck with that new cure?" Ben asked hopefully. "Johnny, your pudding."

"What?"

"Your pudding is on fire."

Johnny looked down and let out a yell. "No! Out! Go out! Not the pudding!"

"Well, I'm trying," Reed said warily as Johnny made several attempts to put out the miniature inferno in his hands (all to no avail). "Where's Susan?"

"Right here, Reed," the afore mentioned Susan said as she walked in. Noticing her brother melting a plastic cup of pudding out of existence, she rolled her eyes, walked over, grabbed it and flung it into the sink fast enough to avoid getting burned. "Johnny, stop being a spazz."

Johnny moaned. "That was the last one, too."

Ben dove in like a hawk, seeing an advantage. "Hey, Suzie, why don't you ask Johnny if he ever gets sunburned."

The three non-flammable members of the Fantastic Four looked at each other before turning as one to Johnny, who whithered under all the stares. "What, what? Why does everyone want to know?"

Reed rubbed his chin in thought. "You know, that is a really good question. Theoretically, I suppose your skin would still turn red due to the heat, but as to whether or not it would actually burn--"

"Skipping the episode of Scrubs here, Doctor," Sue said over him, rolling her eyes again, "We'll just have to find out the hard way, won't we?"

Johnny eyed her wearily. "How, per se, do you expect me to know?"

Without warning, Sue grabbed his arm and pulled him towards his room. "Get your bathing suit on," she commanded in her I'm-your-older-sister-so-I-can-tell-you-what-to-do voice. "We're going to the beach. And don't wear any sunscreen."

Johnny made a face. "I'm not going to the beach. There's water there."

"Well noticed," Ben said, chuckling at the look on Johnny's face when he said the word water. "Yer a regular Einstein."

Johnny stuck out his tongue before Sue shot him out the door and headfirst into his room with a forcefield.

.:X:.

"Well, um... I guess now we know," Sue said, trying not to laugh.

Johnny scowled. "I hate you so much right now."

The exposed part of his body was bright red, like a lobster, which clashed crazily with his blond hair. Whenever he poked his arm, a bright white spot appeared for a few seconds before fading away back into red.

But he didn't feel any pain.

That made him mad.

Very, very mad.

Reed was holding in his smile as best as he could. "It seems like I was right."

Ben couldn't take it anymore. "I am getting a picture of this," he choked out as he laughed. The other two joined in, positivily howling with mirth.

Oh yeah, he was pissed.

He stalked off to his room. "I HATE YOU ALL, JUST FOR THE RECORD."

The door slammed.

.:X:.