Bed and Breakfast.

Sighing with the light of the morning sun cutting through the blinds of their bedroom, Reed waved an extended arm out to cover his eyes and turned over to lie on his back. When he did, he heard his wife swoon and stir, turning over to drape an arm over his chest and nuzzle into the crook between his neck and left shoulder. Smiling to himself, Reed leaned down and pecked a kiss over her forehead, the result of which had the woman exhale with a smile as she continued to sleep.

“Morning honey, sleep well?”

“Hmm… Sure did sweety, want HERBIE to make breakfast?”

Blinking his eyes open now that he was more alert, Reed looked down at his wife in confusion. He heard her voice, but her lips did not move, and even more strange was the voice came from the right of him. Feeling another body to his right turn and drape her arm over his shoulder like the woman to his left, Reed looked down and gasped to find an identical Susan cuddling up to him. The two shared a look, with the Invisible Woman sleepily seeing the shock in her husband’s eyes and turn to see where his eyes shifted to. The moment she locked eyes with her identical twin opposite her husband, and recognising the collar around her neck, Susan Storm’s eyes narrowed.

“Susan! You… What the HELL are you doing in our bed?!” Sue demanded, pulling the bed sheet up to cover herself while the other Susan did the same.

“I… I was lonely, and Master Reed sleeps here, and… And I thought…”

“GET… Get the hell out!” Susan demanded, pointing out to the bedroom door to make her point.

Looking to the angry woman and back to Reed pleadingly, the other Susan clutched at the blanket covering herself, the look on her face one of heartbreak as she began to whimper. Dragging himself free of the bed and trying to make himself dignified by putting on some pants nearby, Reed tried to help calm the woman down as it looked like she would break down into tears.

“Suzie…”

“What Reed?! You’re going to take HER side in all this?” Susan demanded, watching as her husband gathered a nightgown from the closet and wrapped it around the **** woman who quickly snatched him up into an embrace. Gathering the blanket around herself, Susan crossed her arms angrily.

“Susan, this woman is YOU!” He declared, helping the woman be presentable as he quickly bundled the offered clothing around hers and tied the sash tight, shocking his wife that he took the other woman’s side.

“Do you have ANY idea what she’s been through? I don’t either. But it was enough that it nearly drove that demon version of you to nearly kill me after finding out! Right now, good or bad, she thinks I’m her entire world, and until we can help her heal the damage done by that terrible reality… There’s going to be some residual scars.”

Shocked but quickly calming down, Susan looked to the sex **** version of her cling to her offered clothing like it was a treasure, if only because HE was the one who offered it to her. It was then she remembered what the succubus told her. How this version of her was repeatedly abused by her Reed, daily. The succubus also claimed she repaired the damage to her mind, but looking in the eyes of her trembling twin, she slowly began to understand what Reed was telling her. He was right, it was still a long way away from her returning to a sense of normalcy.

Breathing in sharply and exhaling slowly, Sue moved over to pull the other woman close into an embrace, realising her twin was near the brink of a panic attack before finally calming in her arms.

“Sigh… Look, you CAN’T… You can’t just come into our room like this.” Susan explained, stroking the woman’s hair like a frightened child while she sniffled and wiped her eyes. Slowly, the other blonde-haired woman slowly nodded her head. Buttoning a shirt over himself, Reed watched the two reconcile and exhaled a breath he had been holding the entire time. Moving around the bed, Reed bent over to whisper into his wife’s ear.

“I’m… I’m just going to go to the kitchen and have HERBIE make us all some breakfast.”

“Yeah, sure… Heh, its like Valeria all over again.”

Seeing that the other Susan was not going to go into a sobbing fit with his departure, Reed managed to get dressed quickly and kissed his wife on the head prior to making it for the door. Combing his fingers through his hair then pinch his fingers through his beard, Mr. Fantastic walked down the hall to the kitchen to find the other Susans were already awake and bouncing off each other at the kitchen counter sipping coffee. The moment they spotted him enter, their demeanor brightened.

“Morning Reed honey… Sleep well?” Asked the blue skinned succubus, sipping at her coffee and hiding her smirk behind her mug.

“Oooh, I recognise THAT look, little Frankie snuck in your room again because he conjured another monster under the bed?” Asked the tall wendigo woman, bending at the waist to see the tired man eye to eye with a warm smile.

“No… The other Susan, the one with a collar around her neck.”

Making a face, the alien looking Susan tilted back to lean out the other door frame and nod to the other human Susan sipping her coffee in the living room. “I thought you were supposed to keep an eye on her.”

Sitting up straight and making the same face to the four-armed woman, the tired looking Susan scoffed and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

“Do I look like a babysitter to you freak?”

The hiss Susan gave off ran a chill down everyone’s backs as she bared her sharp teeth, her long tentacles writhing from her scalp like a nest of snakes before she turned back to the others and went back to her coffee. Shifting her gaze from the model to the succubus, the blue skinned alien woman scrunched her face in a way Reed recognised in his own wife when she was upset. “Bitch…”

“I thought you said you fixed the damage in that woman’s head. Why is she still trying to hump Reed’s leg like a chihuahua?”

Shrugging, the demonic woman fluttered her wings behind her and turned to refill her drink. Talking over her shoulder as she explained herself.

“I did, but I can only repair the physical and mental scars.” She explained, putting a spoon full of sugar in her coffee and stirring her drink. “But even if you undo the damage done to a heroine addict, you don’t take away the reason for the addiction. Despite everything that… Man did to her; she still loves him. Or in this case loves Reed.”

“Well, Susan wasn’t too please to find her with us, they’re settling things now. I’m just out here to make breakfast for her while she gets dressed.”

Gasping as he felt a clawed hand scruff up his hair, Reed looked up to find the wendigo woman smirk before she returned to her own drink. “I KNEW there was a reason I married you!”

Blushing slightly, the man scratched the back of his head while the three women shared a look and laughed. That laughter quickly died when the one guest room opened and the three other ‘guests’ stepped out. Eyeing each other sharply, the two groups of women traded looks when Malice, Susan Von Doom and the vampire countess walked down the hall and entered the living room. Making their way to the couch and love seat, the three lounged but kept their eyes on the others coldly. Not wanting a war to break out, Reed stepped forward to be seen from the living room and clasped his hands together.

“G-good morning ladies, I was going to have HERBIE prepare some breakfast for everyone… Any specifics?”

“Pff… Your children’s toy of an AI… I’m better off ordering from your ‘Little China’, at least there I know my food wasn’t processed.”

“Blood, preferably virgin’s blood. I’m partial to B negative for the sweetness.”

“If you wish to please me, your best efforts would be to carve out your damn liver and toss it on the skillet!”

Breathing in and exhaling, Reed turned to the lone woman sitting nervously at the table and feigned a polite smile. “Scrambled I take it? Or sunny side up?”

“S-sunny side up please… And toast?”

“I can do toast.” Replied Reed with more enthusiasm. “I’ve always surprise Johnny that I can cook toast but burn cereal every time.”

Watching the man turn to return to the kitchen, Susan couldn’t help but smile at the bad attempt to be funny as he made his way back to the kitchen where the others giggled and stepped aside to let him cook.