fantastic_torch | Baxter Building; NYC; Johnny's room

Ever since leaving Fandom, and more importantly Savannah, Johnny loved his beer. Like more than usual. He also was kind of moody and cranky and his room was a mess. He didn't allow Sue in. Much.

So when he woke this morning to a scantily clad woman peering down at him, he had to chuckle. Leave it to Sue to hire hot help to kick his ass into shape.

The girl wasn't cleaning, however, she was climbing into bed with him.

"Whoa, wait there..." he said and scrambled to the other side until he slipped off and thudded to the floor.

"But Johnny, I thought you loved me," she teased with a grin, running her finger from her lip to her cleavage.

"Uh. Did I get trashed last night and can't remember what the hell happened?" If so? Shiiiiiiiit.

She shook her head. "No, not at all. But don't you recognize me? I'm your bud."

...

The hours that followed were nearly mind numbing.

Currently he sat on his sofa and watched CNN. His Bud? On the seat next to him, making sure he had a fresh beer in hand.

Johnny was sort of in a chillaxed zoned out state of mind.

[[OOC: NFB, Open for phone calls!]]

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Savannah recognized that tone of voice even through the phone that Danny was holding.

"You didn't," she wailed at the human teddy bear before grabbing the phone. "You go sit down and don't move."

"But you look like you're going to cry," Danny argued. "Let me help."

"I think you've done enough," Savannah whispered, putting the phone to her ear. "Johnny?"

"Tell me I don't have to come kill someone. Tell me you did not wake up this morning with that... soon to be ash head in your bed."

Savannah knew she hadn't done anything wrong, but she was still suddenly feeling guilty and near tears.

"I wish I could, Johnny," she said softly, dropping onto her bed.

"No. Nonononono... that does not mean what I think it means. Does it?"

He groaned.

"Johnny who is that?" Bud asked.

Savannah stiffened. "Excuse me," her voice had taken on that icy tone that she got right before she went into a fight with someone who had hurt her or messed with someone she cared about. "Who the hell is that?"

And here she had been felling guilty when she hadn't even done anything wrong.

He waved his hand at Bud then put his finger to his lips, hoping she got the point.

She did because she sulked.

"No one?" he tried.

That so wasn't going to work with her.

"Really? Because that sounded suspiciously like a woman who is not Sue. And if I'm going to be in tears and feeling guilty because somehow, the teddy bear that you gave me the first Valentine's Day we were together woke up in bed with me as a very human man in a leather jacket who seems to think he's supposed to be taking care of me for you then I think I have every right to know if you have some bimbo at your place that I need to break the face of."

"Oh. Well damn. That explains a whole helluva lot," he said, genuinely surprised.

"Sweetheart?" he cooed gently. "I think there's been a huge misunderstanding here. See... I woke up this morning to my Bud. As in my beer bottle. It is now a she and nothing happened at all. She's just making sure my beer is cold and fresh."

That sounded good, right?

"Hrmmm... Johnny, put Bud on the phone."

"Savannah, why are you crying?"

"Danny, sit down over there or you're going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble."

"I... that might not be a good idea?"

Crying?

"Savannah, baby... are you crying?" Aw, god damn.

"Johnny, you spoke with Danny, I want to speak to Bud." Her voice was softer now, but there was determination in. "No, I'm not crying."

"Yes you are!"

"Will you shut up already? You've caused enough trouble."

His gut was telling him no but dammit, if it made her feel better.

He handed the phone to Bud, daring her to say something untoward.

"Hello? This is Bud," she said in a sweet voice.

"Hello Bud," Savannah said so very sweetly. "I'm Savannah. Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, I do. There are many pictures of you around Johnny's room. And he mentioned you one late evening when he was cr-" He grabbed the phone from her, knowing what she was about to say. No, he mouthed at her. No. When she understood, he handed the phone back. "Yes, I know who you are."

"So then you know how much I love him and how protective of him, right?"

She was going to pretend that she had no idea what Bud had started to say about Johnny because she knew it was something he didn't want her to know.

"Yes, I know," she said, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "You're very lucky. I just don't want him to go thirsty. He drinks a lot you know."

Johnny's hand hit his forehead.

Savannah's stomach dropped when she heard that. She knew he was going to be just as sad as her about the separation, but she hadn't known that he would drink so much.

"I don't want him to get hurt and I worry about him, so I need you to do me a favor and watch out for him... and keep your hands to yourself, okay?"

Because she so would get a portal right now and go tear her apart if she didn't behave.

"I'm watching him, Savannah. Don't worry, I'm not touching him. I wouldn't do that to him, or you," she promised.

"Thank you," she said softly. "Can I talk to Johnny now?"

"Yes," she replied and handed the phone back to Johnny.

He took a deep breathe. "Hey, babe. I... overracted earlier and I'm sorry."

"It's okay, love," she said quietly. "I can only imagine how you must have felt when Danny called you. But... I would never do anything like that to you, you know that, right?"

"I know," he said, just as quiet. "The thought sent me under, you know?"

He ran his hand back through his hair and sunk to the sofa.

"I miss you so god damn much."

"You should have been here when I woke up with him. There was screaming and anxiety on my part."

The kind that ended up with her on the floor and her body being sore later.

"I miss you, too, sweetheart. So very much."

"You wouldn't have wanted me there with you this morning if he was there. Trust me." Do not doubt the Human Torch. "And it was much the same here this morning. My ass fell out of bed on the floor."

"He didn't hurt me, he just scared the hell out of me." Because he wasn't Johnny. "Fandom weirdness strikes even when you're not in Fandom, then?"

Baxter Building; NYC; Johnny's room - Saturday night

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