Forgotten Birthday

Disclaimer: Not mine. The Fantastic Four belong to Stan Lee and Marvel Comics.

Author's Note: Written for Any Fic 500.

He forgot again. It shouldn’t be any surprise to her by now, but it still hurt. After all, she was his girlfriend, and he was supposed to remember things like birthdays. She knew better, though. Reed Richards couldn’t think of anything else when his mind was consumed by a problem.

Susan Storm smiled as she thought of him working on that problem. His eyes would probably narrow in concentration, as he’d furiously scribble across a chalkboard. Silly man. He couldn’t see how handsome he made himself look when he did that. But his looks weren’t the only thing that made her heart flutter. He had a brilliant and quick mind. Whatever he worked on, he wanted it to be perfect. Well, except for relationships, which seemed to be out of his area of expertise.

Sighing, she stretched out on her bed and stared at the ceiling. She had a mountain of work of her own, but she didn’t feel like tackling it. Not on her birthday. She unclipped her long, blonde hair and let it fall to her shoulders. She briefly thought of calling her brother, but she knew Johnny would probably be off on some wild adventure.

The shrill ring of the phone sitting on the nightstand grabbed her attention. Groaning, she rolled over on her other side and picked it up.

“Hello?” she asked, her heart praying that it was who she thought it was.

“Susan, happy birthday!” Victor Von Doom’s smooth voice filtered through the earpiece.

Susan fought back the disappointment lingering in the pit of her stomach and forced cheerfulness into her voice. “Victor, you remembered.”

“Of course I remembered. Why wouldn’t I remember?”

She sat up and shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know. You always seem so busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you, my dear.” She could almost hear the smile in his voice. “So, where is Reed taking you tonight?”

“Reed’s not taking me anywhere. He’s working late tonight.”

Susan heard Victor gasp over the phone. “He left you all alone on your birthday?” He paused for a moment. “Well, I know I’m not Reed, but I would be honored to treat you to a birthday dinner.”

She smiled. She had known Victor almost as long as she had known Reed. He really was a good friend and a smart man in his own right. Not to mention, he was handsome as well. She pushed that thought to the back of her mind. Victor Von Doom was no match for Reed Richards, even if the former could remember things better than the latter.

“That would be lovely. Thank you,” she said.

“Excellent. I’ll pick you up at seven. We’ll go wherever you want to go.”

“Sounds wonderful.”

Once the plans were made, she hung up the phone. She pushed aside her guilty feeling as she got dressed. “This is only dinner with a friend, nothing more,” she chided herself. “I celebrate with Reed tomorrow.” Satisfied, she took a deep breath and left the apartment


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