Johnny Storm + Franklin Richards

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry!”

Joseph Quinn as Johnny Storm

CW: Slight angst (Joseph + his death)

Johnny didn't know about Joseph.

How could he? Ghost never told him.

So when he's handed Johnny's newborn niece, he froze. He didn't know whether he wanted to hand her back, so he could run out of the room and cry, or hold her closer, in hopes that he could protect her.

Protect her like he should have done with Joesph.

She's a gorgeous little thing, with messy brown hair and a sleepy little pout, she looks just like her Uncle.

Bonnie is what they've named her - after Johnny's Grandma. The name suits her.

Holding another baby, one that's not Joseph, was unsettling.

He should be holding Joseph, he should be able to hand him over to Johnny to hold, but Joseph's dead. He's dead for years, laying under six feet of cold, hard earth, and he's not coming back.

He should hand Johnny's niece back, he shouldn't get too attached to her; getting attached means getting hurt, and he won't get hurt again.

Not after Joseph.

Johnny walks over to him, a look of concern on his face. "Ye okay, Ghost?"

Ghost gives him a short nod, opening his mouth to speak but Bonnie beats him to it.

She wriggles and lets out a little coo.

Johnny grins. "Aye, that's right ma wee lass, this is yer Uncle Simon."

Ghost's heart stops. He hasn't been called that for years.

He doesn't know what to do.

Should he run? Should he cry? Should he scream at Johnny that he's not Uncle Simon, that Uncle Simon died along with the nephew he couldn't save?!

He finds himself looking down at Bonnie, and when she looks up at him with those blue MacTavish eyes, he does something he thought he'd never do again.

He smiles.

He may not have Joesph anymore, or Tommy, or Beth, but he has Johnny- his Johnny, and the whole MacTavish clan at his back.

Right now, this is where he's supposed to be.

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