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He glanced at the pristine lake that glistened in the light of the afternoon sun. Surrounding the large lake was a field of lush grass and children running around in joy and glee. His lips curled upwards at sight of their carefree behavior, how nice to be wild and unchained by responsibilities and duties. Yet before his envy could further manifest itself, the graceful mercy that is the school bell finally gave the young Tennyson some much needed relief. 

The rapturous shouts from his classmates were followed by a long, tired sighed from the classroom teacher. She placed down her teaching materials and raised her voice to assert her authority and restore some semblance of order among the rowdy crowd.

“Wait! I know the long weekend is here but before I let you kids go off-” Her eyes glanced towards the side at that moment and smiled at the very person she was referring to, perfect! She is here on time, just what the teacher expected from her native culture. The esteemed educator clapped her hands, instantly earning the attention of the class and pacifying their incessant chatter.

“I would like to introduce a new transfer student to the class, please treat Miss Yamamoto well and show her the Bellwood hospitality okay?” At that moment, the Japanese native entered the class. The absolute silence, the disbelief and surprise, all of it gradually become murmurs and whispers among the students. Undeniably, she was cute. Short black hair, warm brown eyes and a comfy pink hoodie to go along with it. She bowed courteously to everyone in class with her hands in front of her white pleated skirt. Naturally, the sight of a cute girl was enough to stammer and enchant most of the boys, which includes Ben Tennyson.

“Hello everyone, my name is Julie Yamamoto. Please treat me well.  Yoroshiku onegai shimasu.” The pleasant and soft voice from the Japanese native was oddly soothing, a nice sounding voice that was both courteous and polite. Ben sighed inwardly and continued to stare at the window outside, though a new classmate is by far the most interesting that happened today, his body yearned for the freedom that is the long weekend. As his cheek leaned against his hand, the drowned out voice of his teacher speaking to the class went over Ben’s ears.

“Ben Tennyson! Good grief! Is it that hard to pay attention in class?” The young Tennyson sighed inwardly and faced the teacher, only to find Julie slowly walking towards his general direction. Panic set in for the moment as footfalls became louder. The empty desk next to him remained unoccupied for weeks due to everyone having a deskmate, and it didn't take a genius to realize what was about to happen.

“Hello! May I sit here?” Sheer unadulterated fear struck Ben’s heart, tongue tied and in disbelief of the situation he found himself in, he mustered a nod and watched Julie beamed a smile at him before sitting down next to him. With the new student seated and acquainted, it was time to dismiss the class. 

“Alright class is dismissed, don’t forget to finish your homework-” The sight of students stuffing their stationeries and book into their bags brought out a sigh from the teacher. For Ben, he hastily joined his classmate and shove all of his learning materials into his bag. But just as he was about to book it and head home to play video games, the curious stare from the Japanese student froze him momentarily. Her warm brown eyes stared at his emerald one’s, before they softened into a more mellow look.

“Aren’t you going to show me around Bellwood?” He bit his tongue lightly, he didn’t recall agreeing to such terms but the mere side eye from his homeroom teacher had told him everything. He was supposed to be her guide now isn’t he? The young man sighed but nodded nevertheless, the last thing he wanted was to be responsible for his new deskmate’s misfortune if anything happens to her. The unoccupied desk next to him was considered a sign of curse by many of his classmates, and Ben himself had always wondered if there was any merit in those rumors.

“Sure.” Pleased with the results, the teacher watched the two students walk off the now empty hallways of the school and smiled at Ben’s attempt to get to know Julie. The pair of deskmates descended down the stairs, passing by the crowd of students who joked, chatted and gossip with one another. As they exited the school entrance, the busy streets of Madison school were filled with parents picking up their kids, yet thankfully police officers were controlling the flow of traffic. 

“So you’re from Japan?” Julie smiled at Ben’s inquisitive tone, she presumed her name and asian heritage was a dead giveaway.

“Mhmm I’m actually born in America but my dad is from Tokyo.” The image of a sprawling metropolitan city with towering skyscrapers and crowded streets filled Ben’s mind. Like many boys, Japan is this mythical place where futuristic technology blends with traditional culture. Almost all of Ben’s favourite video games and manga all originate from Japan, so to say he was a little curious and stoked that a half Japanese girl was his deskmate would be an understatement. Of course, he would never verbally admit that.

“Then what made him come to Bellwood?” 

“My father moved to America for work and met my mom. We moved around from San Francisco and Denver before settling down here.” It became apparent to Ben that the lack of accent and her fluency in the English confirmed her statement, making Julie an Asian American.

“So you get to move around all the time, that’s neat.” They crossed over the street and walked below the shaded walkways. They were a few important landmarks that Julie should familiarize herself with, just in case an emergency happens, parks, hospitals, police precinct and grocery stores.

“Yeah but it’s hard sometimes, saying goodbye to friends and having to start all over again.” The sentimental tone and the tint of sadness in her voice made Ben sighed inwardly. He wished he knew what to say to her but cheering people up is probably his second worst skillset, the first one is table manners. As they slowly walked towards the public park in town centre, Julie found her lips curled upwards at the sight of families and couples spending time with one another. The occasional dogs chasing after the flying frisbee and the attention seeking cats pawing for their owners really made her day.

“Bellwood is nice.” It's calm and peaceful, unlike the big cities where rubbish and cars are everywhere, here everything seemed more peaceful and serene.

“Mom always said that Bellwood is the perfect place to raise a family, safe and boring. Over there is the park, if you want to have a picnic you can go wild like those people there. Over there is-”

“The residential district where all of the cafes and restaurants are located.” Ben slowly glanced at Julie who shot him a cheeky smile. He lowered his gaze into a more deadpanned one, what’s the point of him showing her around when she is already well acquainted with everything?

“Right… are you sure you need me to show you around?” The young lady placed her hands behind her back and nodded in response to his question. Though she was familiar with the local surroundings, it helps to have an escort or guide to show her around. Besides, having a friend on her first day helps with getting used to her new environment.

“It helps.” The former Omnixtrix chosen softened his features, Julie is remarkably friendly and warm, he would do well not to squander his chance of friendship with her unless he wants his life to be devoid of genuine friends. They walked over the rows of shops and cafes, narrowly squeezing past the dozens of customers queuing outside and the pedestrian enjoying an afternoon stroll. 

“So what do you do in your spare time?” Julie beamed at the mention of her favourite activity.

“I play tennis! It’s my favourite sport.” Ben glanced at Julie’s figure and he could tell despite her lean and slender body, she is toned and a little muscular. The young lady noticed Ben’s flushed cheeks and his wandering eyes before they irises met, earning a red face and a quick stammer from Tennyson.  

“C-Cool, I’m more of a soccer guy myself.” The transfer student chuckled at his flustered expression and placed her arms behind her back, she was definitely curious about Ben’s life. 

“What about you? Other than soccer, what else do you do?” The temptation to boast about his hero exploits and saving the world was there, but rationality prevailed and Ben chose the safer and saner options rather than looking like a lunatic to a new student.

“I spend my free time playing video games.” Julie wasn’t surprised by the answer, boys in her old schools were all gamers and cartoon enthusiasts.

“What kind of video games?” He smiled at the mention of his favorite gaming title and grinned, he could nerd out about Sumo Slammers at any time.

“Mainly Sumo Slammers, some Final Fantasy, Devil May Cry-” At that moment, Julie stopped and walked towards Ben with a bright smile on her face. The sparkle in her eyes and the look of admiration made Ben double take at the sudden shift of her mood.

“Really? I love Sumo Slammers too, and Final Fantasy! Are you into JRPGs Ben?” He bit his tongue lightly at the direct question, he has been very careful of not revealing his love for anime culture or Japanese oriented video games to other people. God forbid people found out his love for manga and anime, his reputation in school would lie in tatters.

“Yeah, I like playing video games and just being the hero of a story.” The nonchalant and defensive response was well observed by Julie, she bumped his shoulder with her own and spoke in a more softer tone. 

“Hey there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone wants to become a hero at some point right?” Encouraged by the supportive response, Ben loosened a little and nodded. Many of his classmates were way too judgemental, peer pressure and the urge to fit in sucks. But Julie is really nice, not too pushy yet perceptive enough to make him feel comfortable.

“You like video games? I don’t know many girls who like video games.” Then again Ben doesn’t know that many girls at all, so who can say? 

“Mhmm! I practically grew up with them. You can say they keep me company when my parents are out working.” The honest confession from her was really surprising to Ben. Julie is really the type to speak out her mind, a rare characteristic among the sea of dweebs. Also a tomboy too, who doesn't mind geeking out on video games, Ben considered himself lucky to find a friend with so much common interest.

“I get you, it feels so good to enjoy something you like without anyone judging you for it-” He trailed off slowly at the end when he noticed Julie suddenly stopped and stared at a cafe. The pleasant smell of grinded coffee beans and freshly baked bread permeated the streets of Bellwood. Seeing Ben’s perplexed expression, Julie broke her stupor and placed two hands together, smiling sheepishly in the process.

"Sorry, but I really love this cafe, it’s really popular in Japan." Komeda coffee, a nationwide coffee chain that had powered a nation. From overworked office workers to caffeine addicted fellows, Julie found much comfort and familiarity to see the coffee chain operating here in America. Though she often visits Tokyo during the holidays, escaping to the countryside and gazing upon the awe-inspiring misty mountains and cycling along the large stretches of paddy fields during the evening remained as her most treasured memory. Her grandparents would often create the yummiest of dishes like tonkatsu and sukiyaki for her when she returns home from exploring the countryside. It just invoked a warm and fluffy feeling of being at home.

"Do you want to go in and have a drink?" Ben asked cautiously, hoping that she wouldn't mistake this as his attempt to try to date her. Julie turned to him with a hint of sparkles in her eyes, seemingly interested and excited at that idea. She enthusiastically nodded but quickly regained her composure once she realized how excited and childish she looked.

"Sure!" With Julie leading the charge, the young Tennyson found himself stepping in the café with the doorbell going off. They quickly found themselves escorted to a table near the window by a dapper waiter. The atmosphere of the café was cozy, warm and had an authentic vintage feel to it. Naturally, being a 11 year old with a limited allowance made Ben conscious of how much money he would have to spend but if it makes Julie happy, then he is more than willing to do it.

Julie was quick to order her favourite mocha drink while Ben was struggling reading through the text heavy menu that explained each item with such meticulous detail. For Ben, a cup of coffee is a cup of coffee, spare him the flavour text and tell him what it's made of. 

"I’ll have the mocha too." The waiter nodded, quickly taking away the menu from the duo and leaving the two in their own world. Julie gingerly stretched her limbs and eyed Ben who sat across her in an awkward manner, almost as if he never had a decent conversation with a girl before. She leaned her cheek against her hands and stared at Ben, eyeing the young brunette who was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Tell me more about yourself Ben.” The barrier of awkwardness gradually broke down as Ben talked more about himself, omitting the notable events during Summer break, he chatted more about his upbringing, his hobbies and passions. Certainly, it was weird to discuss his likes and dislikes with a fellow classmate, but it was a nice change of pace, liberating even. It was clear to Ben that he didn’t need to pretend to be cool or be a different person when making friends, talking to Julie so openly gave the feeling of hanging out with Gwen. 

Just with much less bickering and arguing.

As their coffee arrived and Julie slowly drank from the cup, the bitter taste of the mocha and the scalding tongue drew a different response from Ben Tennyson. She giggled over Ben’s expression and misfortune, the way he fanned his tongue and reached for the nearby glass of water to gulp the entire beverage was amusing in itself.

"Slow down Ben, we're not in a rush." He quickly wiped his mouth with a tissue and darted his eyes around to see if anyone other than Julie caught his blunder, fortunately for him, the only person who saw his foolishness was Miss Yamamoto.

“I don’t think I like coffee.” The murmurs of embarrassment drew laughter from Julie.

“You could have said so, I won’t have pressured you to drink something you wouldn’t want, Ben.” He sighed but nodded nevertheless. Great, now Julie thinks he is an idiot because he wanted to look cool in front of her. Yet his blunder did little to ruin the vibe and conversation between them, in fact Julie was quite the chatty person than Ben initially thought.

“I do think MMORPGs are hard to get into, it takes a lot of time just to get invested in them.” The lament from her was replied with an understanding nod from Ben. High fees, cluttered UI and storylines that stretched across different expansions, how do you even keep up with it? The microtransactions too, why are games starting to charge for content that should have been released in the base game?

“And the monthly subscription is suuuuper expensive.” The sound of the evening crowd entering the cafe made the two realize how much time they spent talking with one another. The duo promptly paid their bill and exited into the orange hue skies of Bellwood. The brush of twilight painted over the horizon was reflected onto their irises. With nightfall quickly closing in, Ben decided it was his gentleman duty to escort Julie home despite the fact he is a 11 year old child too.

The numerous street lights slowly illuminated and the dark storm clouds gathering above hastened their footsteps. Ben, perhaps realizing that he is finally walking a girl home that isn’t his cousin, was admittedly a little nervous throughout the journey. It was a brief stroll around the neighbourhood until they finally reached Julie’s home, not far from the school they were attending. 

“This is my house.” The spacious single storey house made Ben nod slowly. It was clear that Julie came from a well-off family, not the super rich type, but enough to afford all of her needs or wants should she ask for it. Yet for Ben, he was more alarmed of the close proximity of the house to their school.

“You live this close to school?” The livid tone made Julie chuckle.

“Mhmm! Makes commuting so much easier.” 

“Man, I don’t think I could ever stay close to school.” The raven haired child waved him off and entered the porch of the house with her  house keys dangling off her palm.

“Its not that bad, you don’t have to wake up early.” Ben immediately rallied to the idea that staying close to school is the most awesome thing in the world and that waking up bright and early sucks.

“Okay that does sound awesome.” The sound of the front door unlocked drew their attention. An elderly Japanese man stood strong and tall, towering over the two children with a stoic and gruff expression. He eyed his only daughter and grunted that she came back home safe, with a boy no less.

“You’re late.” The strict tone made Julie nod in apology. They recently arrived in Bellwood with no family or family around to help them, it made perfect sense he would be worried over her safety in a foreign state.

“Father, this is Ben, a friend of mine. I’m sorry for not informing you but-”

“That’s fine, as long as you're safe.” With cold steel eyes finally set on him, Ben felt a chill down his spine and an unyielding pressure brewing within his heart. Not even when he fought Vilgax, Malware or any of his villains that Ben felt such primordial fear of a protective father. He slowly walked forward to the porch and placed both hands on his side.

“Hello, my name is Ben Tennyson.” Mr Yamamoto observed Ben for the briefest moment, features, postures and composure, the older gentleman gave a nod and softened to a small smile when he switched between his daughter and the boy that accompanied her home.

“Thank you for looking after my daughter.” Ben’s eyes glanced towards the side and saw Julie’s lips curled up.

“S-Sure.” Seemingly earning the approval of friendship from her father, the Yamamotos walked into the house with the young lady waving to Ben with her head poked out.

“Bye Ben! I see you on Monday okay?” The young Tennyson nodded and waved goodbye, a cheery smile plastered on his face.

“You too Julie, see you.” As the door closed shut and their farewell was made, Ben loosened out a sigh and made the long walk home. What a torrent of events that happened today, a cute transfer student would be his deskmate and he is arguably her first she made in Bellwood. Perhaps the universe had finally decided to reward his decision of living a normal life. His green eyes rested on the branches of lightning that stretched across the skyline, and at the moment, stars were aligned and he had only one thought, and one thought in mind.

‘That girl is way too nice for me.’

The Tennyson car pulled to the front porch. After a short drive from their home, Carl managed to reach his brother’s house. The father of one let out a stretch and unbuckled his seat. It's been quite some time since they visited his brother’s side of his family, though their wives never seemed to see eye to eye on certain issues and parenting styles, they share a warm relationship nevertheless. He turned behind the backseat and smiled at his only son holding onto the casserole container like his life depends on it.

“Excited to see your cousin?” The teasing smiles on their parents' faces quickly made Ben shake his head defensively.

“No way.” Sandra grinned but decided to keep mum nevertheless. The two have grown quite close after summer break with Ben showing a noticeable sign of maturity and understanding at home and at school. If his recent grades were anything to go by, he had shown remarkable progress in his studies. Mother intuition told her that Ben had made a new friend in school, but she would allow him to be the one to introduce her to them. 

Quick on his feet, Ben walked up the front door of his cousin’s house and knocked on the maple door. He waited for a few moments before the door was wide open. His uncle appeared and smiled at his nephew who had grown taller than he last saw him.

“Hey Ben, you’ve grown up sport! Let me help you with that.” Handing over the casserole, Ben took off his shoes and placed it on the shoe rack before entering the Tennyson household.

“It’s good to see you too Uncle Frank.” His uncle chuckled and waved to his brother and his sister-in-law. Natalie and him have been spending all afternoon preparing a lavish dinner for the Tennysons. Their father Max would be joining them too, but the adults decided to keep that news from their children, they would be ecstatic to see him after all.

“Gwen is expecting you, she’s in her room, don’t keep her waiting yeah?” The dweeb is expecting him? Ben bit his tongue lightly, it became apparent to their parents that they noticed their newfound closeness, enough to make a comment on them even.

“Uh sure.” Still, he assumed a more nonchalant persona and entered the household. As expected, the clean and well decorated interior of Gwen’s house was something he expected from the prim and proper side of the family. He waved to his aunt Natalie who was in the kitchen to which she reciprocated with a smile as she was busy preparing her garlic sauteed mushrooms. His eyes finally set on the wooden stairs and felt his heart beat faster out of anxiety, what does he even say to her after so long? They scarcely hangout with one another after Summer Break given different time schedules.

‘Gosh, how long has it been since we last saw each other?’ He sighed inwardly and walked up the stairs, finally standing before his cousin's room. He knocked the door with his knuckles, raising his voice just slightly to inform her that he is here.

“Dweeb?” The sound of the bed creaking, footfalls stomping and closet opening made Ben chuckle to himself, nice to know that she could be as tardy as him too.

“I’m here doofus, give me a minute.” With the door swung open, Ben resisted the urge to smile when Gwen smirked at him. On closer inspection, She decided to grow her hair longer until it reached shoulder length. She also wore a white tank top revealing her creamy and smooth skin and a pair of dark blue jeans that clung to her legs. Ben won't admit it to her, but she was looking good, pretty even. She put a significant amount of attention into how she looked and dressed while Ben is still, Ben.

“Couldn’t bother to greet me at the door huh.” She rolled her eyes at the obvious attempt at rolling her up and opened the door wider, allowing her doofus of a cousin to enter her room.

“I’m letting you enter my room, consider that an honor and privilege.”  Gwen crossed her arms and watched him plop down on her studying chair, as expected he spun around the chair and stopped once he began feeling dizzy. She eyed his bare wrists and found it strangely comforting that he was still plain old Ben despite the watch’s absence.

“Thank you, your highness.” With the door closed shut, she sat down on her bed and leaned against the wall next to her bed. There were many questions that rapidly ran to her mind, but she would reserve those for later. For now, something simple and easy to start the conversation should do the trick.

“So what have you been up to?” The instantaneous image of Julie hanging out with him filled Ben’s mind. From Julie teaching him how to play Tennis, cycling together, hanging out at cafes and doing homework at her place, the past few weeks of fun and good times all had Julie in them in some shape or form.

“Nothing much.” The astute redhead raised her eyebrows, Ben is still a terrible liar. The twitching of his left eye and the slight tint of redness on his cheeks told her enough that he probably was thinking of someone he fancies. Still, she played along with his shenanigans.

“Nice to see that your life is as exciting as ever.” Ben waved off the sarcasm and placed the chair directly in front of her bed, dangling both hands off the backrest.

“Oh yeah? What have you been doing? Reading books all day?” Gwen scoffed and placed a hand on her chest, a smug smile that showed off her accolades and achievements.

“Been taking karate classes, I already mastered jujutsu. Mom is planning to enroll me in more co-curriculum classes, helps with networking and building up social circles.” The overachiever of a cousin made Ben blinked twice. How she managed to cramp all those activities in her already busy schedule boggles his mind. In fact, it was her impressive academic prowess and awards that made him feel uneasy over his own lackluster achievements. Still, Ben is proud of her and accepted as gifted as Gwen is, talent without hardwork would not bear results.

“How do you- you what, never mind.” She grinned and placed one leg over the other. Is this jealousy she’s hearing here? She pulled her pillow to her arms and held it tight, resting her chin on top of it.

“Seriously Ben, what have you been up to? We haven’t talked to each other for months now. Don’t tell me you’ve been sitting home playing video games all day.” She seemed awfully curious about his life after the watch, which made sense after all. The high octane action during summer break had numbed them to the mundane daily life of a regular human, if Ben doesn’t have a creative or safe outlet, it might lead him to do stupid things to fill that boredom. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, and a little boredom can be a dangerous thing. 

“I’ve met a new friend in school.” The smile of pride plastered on Ben’s face was supplemented with Gwen raising her eyebrow. Though not necessarily a loner, Ben doesn’t have many friends to speak off. From what she heard, boys only need a few close friends and they are set for life so she hopes something comes out from it.

“Okay now that’s shocking.” The brunette placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, relishing the cool air conditioned room.

“Cut it, dweeb. Her name is Julie, she’s nice.” A girl no less? Now Gwen was definitely intrigued. 

“Julie huh, got yourself a girlfriend?” Ben shot up and shook his head, why is everyone assuming their relationship! Can’t a guy and girl have a perfectly platonic relationship that has no romantic subtext or tensions? Julie and him are just friends, nothing more but nothing less!

“N-No, we’re just friends. We hangout a lot, she’s really supportive.” The soft and endearing tone from Ben genuinely surprised her. She softened her expression and realized that Julie is probably the first good friend Ben has in his life and had left a positive impact on him. As much she likes to tease him, she also felt happy that he met someone who is so supportive of him.

“I would like to meet her, I don’t think I heard you compliment anyone so glowingly before.” Ben grinned and gave a thumbs up, Julie and her would honestly be good friends. Level headed, smart and athletic, the two are honestly quite similar. 

“You’ll like her, she’s awesome.” Satisfied with his answer, Gwen went over her drawer and pulled out a familiar looking book. The various charms and trinkets neatly tucked in the compartment sparked Ben’s interest given their last escapades in summer. She held the grimoire in her hands and showed it off to Ben.

“You still have the spellbook?” She managed a nod and flipped the pages of the book, using telekinesis and mantras. Ben watched in awe as her cousin’s eyes started to glow a pink rather than the usual blue he associates magic with. What is the purpose of her showing off her magic is unknown but none can deny the cool factor behind it.

“Your eyes are glowing pink, weren't they blue before?” His cousin’s mastery of magic and sorcery would still be something he is amazed by. To conjure incantations and spell with a sleight of hand or glowing eyes allowed so much versatility in combat and daily lives. Though he was stripped of his powers, Gwen’s innate abilities manifested through rigid hardwork and talent. 

“Recently I’ve noticed when I’m chatting spells, my aura would be blue. But when it comes to energy projection, telepathy and telekinesis, it becomes pink.” Ben crossed his arms, ignoring the levitating cousin floating above her bed and the myriad of books surrounding her in a clockwise fashion. Her heightened focus state really allows her to manifest her powers to new heights, clearly she is actively practicing her witchcraft.

“How does that work?” Gwen shrugged, but the clear visual separation of her spells would be informative to her. The spells she acquired from charmcaster’s spellbook were all mantras, requiring her to cite specific words to invoke its effect; these spells would have a blue glow. The fuchsia coloured spells are all instantaneous energies she conjures through mental fortitude and quick thinking, materializing the effect in a flash. In a way, she has a choice between instant effects that are not as powerful or reciting long invocation for devastating spells. This flexibility works just fine for Gwen.

“I don’t know either, but it's cool.” The young brunette sighed and leaned against his hand. Their lives may be peaceful but the hero complex within Ben still lingers on, hoping that one day he would bust out from retirement. He twirled the pens and pencils on the desk, nimbly spinning them between his dexterous fingers.

“Good for you.” Gwen ceased her chanting and returned to her normal state. Her books were neatly placed on the shelf with her prized grimoire back into the drawer. The redhead swung her legs over and supported her weight by placing her hands on the bed. 

“You know, I can teach you Ben.” The former shapeshifter blinked at her suggestion and placed the pen down. He sat upright and found it amusing Gwen is willing to teach the one thing he had difficulty grasping.

“Magic?” She managed a nod. They have been down this road before, but back then Ben had the Omnitrix and was confident that the watch would not fail him in situations most dire. Now with no watch to his name, Ben is just a regular human and could no longer rely on the alien tech that made him borderline unstoppable should he call for it. The sheer flexibility and versatility of powers the Omnixtrix has allowed Ben to have a counter or solution to any problem they face, at least in theory. Most of the time, Ben would choose brute strength over practical solutions, a man of action all things considered.

“Nah, that’s more of your thing, besides learning magic and spells needs reading, and you know how I feel about that.” She sighed and shook her head. He does have a tendency to give up on things quite easily unless a competition with her is involved. Conceding on his point, magic is not for the illiterate or reluctant reader. Even so, he must try.

“It’s a little difficult to grasp but once you get a hang of it, it’s fun.” The former watch wielder slumped to the chair, gazing upon the ceiling as he slowly spun it around. Unlike her, he had no passion in learning cool magics or using tomes. In fact he seemed a little quiet, more calm and mature than their previous travels together. It really made Gwen question if removing the watch from him had truly changed her cousin. She bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment.

“Do you miss those days Ben? Going hero and having the Omnitrix on your wrist?” The whiplash of a question earned Ben’s attention. He clicked his tongue lightly, wrapping his head around such a direct question. Of course he missed having the watch, it made him a hero, it made him feel special. Everyday is exciting and knowing that he can turn into different aliens and beat up the bad guys was the highlight of his otherwise lackluster life. But despite the power, pride and prestige the device had brought to him, the Omnitrix had essentially outlived its purpose after Summer break and he is thrust back to his mundane daily life of a school student again. The risk of drawing unnecessary attention to their family who knew nothing of alien life became quickly apparent and the lack of alien threats that intend to end the world was basically non-existent. There was scarcely an occasion that required its use and Azmuth was more than willing to take it off for him when he requested it.

“Life has been different ever since I took the Omnitrix off but I'm glad I did. It’s- peaceful.” Mellow and sentimental, Ben stared at the picture of him and Gwen on her study desk. It’s honestly surprising that she even has a picture of him on her table, a detail that left Gwen’s cheek flushed when Ben took the photo frame with his hand.

“I’m glad you feel that way Ben.” The unexpected voice of their grandfather spooked the both of them. They turned towards the door and found themselves running into the arms of Max Tennyson with gleeful smiles.

“Grandpa!” The esteemed plumber laughed and hugged his grandchildren close to him. It's been a while since he last saw them and to see them getting along and not bickering with one another was reassuring. Summer break really did forge a closer bond between the two cousins, just like what he had hoped.

“You should have told us you were coming!” The voice of unison between them drew chuckles from him. He placed a hand on their hair, ruffling them softly to show his appreciation.

“Good to see you too kiddos. Your parents wanted to surprise you two. Come on, dinner is ready!” Hands linked together, Max led the grandchildren down the dinner table with the rest of the family already sitting down. The lavish feast of casserole, pasta and chicken potato roast with parsley and thyme quickly rumbled Ben’s stomach. The plate of sauteed garlic mushrooms prepared by her mother was noticeably pushed to the side by Gwen, presumably because of past experience with the fungus aliens. 

The dinner continued with salad, pasta and casserole filling their plates. Ben was quick to gobble the delicious food down while Grandpa Max did most of the talking, mainly about what he did during the past few months and reuniting with old friends and acquaintances.

“That reminds me! I need some help in setting an event for the folks at the Senior Village. Are any of you all free?” All eyes were placed on the two children, the pair of cousins glanced amongst one another and slowly realized their parents were expecting them to fill in their stead. Gwen spoke slowly and poked the lean chicken meat with her fork.

“When is it grandpa?”

“Next Saturday, it’s a surprise party for one of the residents there. A good friend of mine asked for a favour from me, so I’m here asking for yours.” The hopeful tone from Max was met with two sighs from the young Tennysons. They really don’t have the heart to tell him that they didn’t want to spend their entire day with a bunch of old people.

“Oh I would love to grandpa, but I won’t be available since I have club activities, Ben would be free right?” Ben slowly turned to Gwen and glared daggers at a smirking Gwen, of course she would throw him under the bus. Worse still, he and Julie had plans that Saturday too but to reveal it and use it as an excuse to dodge his grandpa’s request is just uncalled for. But there were stakes on the line and Ben would rather let the whole world know about his plans with Julie than cancel it outright out of pride.

“Umm, I’m meeting Julie that day.” The table went silent, with Ben’s parents noticeably grinning ear to ear at some juicy news. Max was tad confused over who Julie is but the bashful expression and the red cheeks from his grandson told him enough of the significance and importance of this Julie. Still, Max loves to play the fool to get more information out of people.

“Julie? Who’s Julie?” Panic overwhelmed Ben for a moment, he twirled around his pasta out of pure fidgeting and flailed his legs out of instinct. 

“A friend.” The quick retort was met with smirks plastered across the table. The young Tennyson cringed at the situation and slowly sunk to his chair until his eyes reached the level of his plate, he never thought he wished for death until this very moment.

“It will be quick Ben, when are you meeting Julie?” Ben slowly sat upright after Gwen pulled his shoulders up out of formal table manners. The livid Tennyson cleared his throat and assumed a more calm facade after realizing that his family was just happy that he made a new friend and was just teasing him about it. 

“2 PM.” Max couldn’t help himself, this was a golden opportunity.

“Doing what?” Ben murmured and found his plate of food to be the most interesting sight in the world. The plan was to finish their homework, play Sumo Slammers and go out for a walk before going home. It’s simple but nice, nothing like two friends bonding over their shared hobbies and interests.

“I’m going over to her place to play games.” The grizzled plumber expected that much. He scooped some of the aglio olio pasta and sauteed mushrooms on his plate before replying.

“The party starts at 10 AM, it will be quick, don't worry.” Seeing his reluctance, Max pulled his secret technique of guilt-tripping his grandchildren and appealing to his heroic empathy to see his way. 

“It will be just one day Ben, and it will mean a lot to these folks.” The brunette gave one long sigh but nodded nevertheless. His parents were already giving him the look, no use dodging filial responsibilities now when they were expecting him to do so.

“Okay grandpa, I will help you.” Max chuckled when Gwen patted Ben’s head patronizingly, seemingly proud of her cousin taking the bullet in her stead.

The rust bucket 2 rolled up to the Senior Village and promptly parked at the side. With a dozen of streamers, balloons and party confettis in the RV, the whole village would soon be covered in all things bright and cheerful. Many of Max’s friends all decide to retire in the senior village, with some still actively involved in community projects or traveling around the world. The former galactic peacekeeper turned to his grandson and softened a smile to show his appreciation for being here.

“I appreciate you’re here Ben, we need the extra hands and mine is getting old.” He scoffed at his grandpa’s words, at his age Max Tennyson still struck fear into the hearts of villains and aliens marauders alike. Summer Break had revealed firsthand that Max's retirement did little to dull his combat prowess and this old man can be deadly if the situation calls for it.

“You still kick ass grandpa.” Max sighed and raised his voice, kids these days should watch what they say.

“Language.”

“I’m 11, not 10 anymore.” The elderly senior chuckled at the response and ruffled his hair. The pair disembarked from the RV and took the box of decorations in their arms. They entered the front entrance and were greeted by beautiful fountains, neatly trimmed hedges and tall oak trees sprawling around the courtyard. Everything here had such a warm and soft colour palette to it, from the laminated wooden boards to the smooth gray stone walls.

“Whoa, this place is nicer than I thought.” The young child marveled around and entered the building. A receptionist by the counter greeted them and registered both of them, allowing the Tennysons to partake in the decorations. They entered an event hall and were immediately greeted by darkness and dust gathered on the folded tables and stacks of plastic chairs tucked away in a corner. This was one of the few times Ben wished he had the Omnitrix, XRL8 would have finished this in a flash.

“Let’s get to it.” With the flick of a switch, Ben winced from the sudden intensity of the light and found a broom handed to him by his grandpa. He sighed and begrudgingly swept the room, slowly cleaning up the hall in the process.

An hour of rigorous cleaning and becoming a professional furniture sorter, Ben slumped onto the chair with his arms collapsed by his side. Tired, exhausted, and drained by his handiwork, Ben blew a gust of wind to his palms after they were stained with dust and soot. 

“Good work Ben.” He glanced up and smiled when grandpa Max handed a bottle of soda to him. The once dilapidated and tattered event hall was now clean and decorated with colourful streamers and ribbons. Soon, the long tables would be filled with food, cake and fruit juices fitting for a grand feast. 

“You sure you don’t want me to drop you at Julie‘s?” Ben winced and shook his hands, he does not want anyone in his family to meet Julie, not even Gwen. The conversations his cousin and his best friend would have would scar Ben Tennyson for life, enough to change him both emotionally and spiritually. 

“No it’s okay, I can cycle my way there.” Max sighed but acknowledged his grandson’s independence nevertheless. Ben had the hindsight to bring along his bicycle and adamantly stated that he preemptively planned to go to Julie’s place as soon as possible.

“Alright, stay safe okay?” Ben gave a thumbs up and headed to the Rustbucket. He passed through the courtyard and breathed a sigh from the crisp cool air of the morning wind. Gentle breeze ruffled his hair and he closed his eyes briefly, enjoying the serenity and peace of a quaint senior village.

“Hya!” The sound of a large tree snapping caught Ben’s attention. Fight or flight mode instinctively overtook him and he swiftly went to the source of the sound. His pensive and serious expression was replaced with a look of shock when a frail old man was standing before a fallen tree with a wooden sword in his hand. The elderly senior grumbled at his apparent shoddy cut and cleaved the splinters and protruding chunks with a slash of a sword. Such speed and precision behind his strike smoothed out the stump of the tree, exposing the perfectly shaped and even tree ring. The old man grunted and nodded, he still got it despite being in his twilight years. He briefly inspected the wooden blade’s tapered edge before noticing someone was staring at him. 

“Can I help you young man?” The courteous tone from him made Ben slowly walk forward with his mouth agape. The young Tennyson kept darting his eyes between the old man and the freshly made tree stump.

“H-How did you do that?” Placing both hands on his practice sword, the mysterious senior merely spoke with a smile. His long flowy white hair and beard was a testament to his health, drawing the envy from many of his friends and peers. 

“Practice and experience, but where are my manners? My name is George but you can call me Old Man George. What is your name?” A hand was extended towards Ben which he shook firmly. Despite appearances, it was apparent that George is very strong with his firm and unyielding grip.

“Ben, Ben Tennyson.” The veteran swordsman raised his eyebrows, he was sure he heard that name somewhere. He watched the young man in awe at his strengths, staring at the fell tree trunk that honestly didn’t deserve any of the culling. Unfortunately the nurses did not want to order cutting mats for him or repair the training dummy he broke, so the tree would have to suffice.

“George, you’re strong.” Impressed by such a feat, Ben was wondering if it isn’t feasible for anyone to do that, with a wooden sword no less.

“As strong as an old man can be. Enough about me, what is a young boy like you doing here? You’re 50 years too early.” Concerned by the fact a lone child happened to wander him the village, George was tempted to call the nurses out of concern he is a lost child.

“I’m here to help my grandpa, Max.” Immediately George snapped his fingers, yes I remembered that name now. Known for his warm and friendly spirit, Max was a welcomed visitor among the folks here. Though his cooking left much to be desired, the boisterous personality and the tales of his many adventures was much appreciated. 

“Ah I was wondering why the name Tennyson seemed familiar, yes I know of him. I assume you are here to help with the preparations for the party?” The former watch bearer blinked, how on earth did he know that? Did he mention it or slip up? No, that can’t be right, even the nurses were in cahoots with them and kept mum from the old timers.

“You knew?” George chuckled and sat on the stump, he laid the wooden sword against the bottom trunk just to rest his hands.

“I’ve been living in Bellwood for a long time now. When you live long enough, life becomes a pattern.” The reflective tone and the gaze into nothingness made Ben wonder if George was having an existential crisis. But quick to remind himself that he has the company of a child, he sat up right and smiled to reassure Ben.

“Don’t let an old man’s rambling get to you, you’re still young, live your life as you see fit you hear?” 

“Sure George, but uh, the party is going to start soon. You’re not joining?” George narrowed his eyes, he remembered the absolute horror when a charity buffet event was held and the carnivorous horde that followed suit. Nothing, nothing was left untouched with all of the food, desserts and drinks practically devoured like locusts to crops.  

“Later, the crowd tends to go wild when food is involved.” Ben chuckled at the deadpan expression. His eyes were naturally drawn to the wooden sword that George wields and found it amazing that such a simple weapon is capable of felling a tree. Even Four Arms would have trouble splitting the logs in half, and that is without splinters involved.

“Interested?” Ben shook his head out of instinct, earning George’s chuckle. The swordsman stood up and handed the wooden sword to Ben, lightweight and sturdy, this would make a good training tool for a young squire who never held a blade.

“Here, give it a few swings, get a feel of it.” Though reluctant, Ben slowly reached out to the handle and held firmly in his hands out of the cool factor. This wasn’t necessarily his first time using a sword, in fact he previously had experience using it when he was stuck in a Sumo Slammers game with Gwen.

Immediately, Ben swung the sword wildly. Although the technique and finesse was lacking, George did notice that there was some care put into his stance, his footwork and the overall physique of his swings.

“Good, you have good body coordination and stamina.” Just as his praise came to an end, Ben panted and dropped his arms down out of fatigue. Man, it is not easy swinging a wooden sword around continuously without stopping and it felt so awkward and rigid too! The old man laughed at his panting state and sat back down on the stump, eyeing the young man with his azure eyes.

“Tell me Ben, why were you so drawn to my display of strength?” Was this a trick question? What George did was cool and awesome! Culling a tree with one slash is something you see in video games or anime, imagine if George sheathed the blade after the slash and the tree immediately fell, now that’s a badass image.

“I mean it's cool! What you did is borderline impossible!” 

“Impossible? Nay, anyone can do it, it’s a matter of practice and perseverance.” The 11 year old highly doubts that anyone can do this, basic logic and physics should have destroyed that wooden sword into smithereens with the sheer force of impact. Yet it looked perfectly intact, with no dull edges or cutting profile affected too.

“I don’t know, I don’t think I will ever get to do something like that .” The skilled swordsman didn’t dismiss Ben’s words, truth is no mortal human could pull such a feat even after rigorous training. But the world is filled with mysteries and magics that couldn’t be explained by science or conventional means. Anything is possible so as long you are willing to commit to it.

“Why not just try? You won’t know you like something until you try it. It may even play a big part of your life, something you might look fondly to everyday.” Ben resisted the urge to snort, swinging a wooden sword around does not scream cool. In fact, he had better things to do like playing Sumo Slammer with-

“Crap! Julie!” The pure existential horror from the young Ben made George a little concerned. The high pitch scream was swiftly followed by him placing his hands on his head and his eyes dilating in fear and panic.

“Julie?”

“My friend! I’m supposed to meet her, but now I'm late!” The tennis enthusiasts would definitely think he stood her up and bailed out at the last second. Fortunately, George raised the wooden sword and placed it above his shoulder.

“We can continue this on another day.” Ben broke out of his panic state and stared at George, what do you mean they can continue this?

“Another day?”

“If you’re interested, I can teach you how to swing a sword better.” The Omnitrix chosen was honestly baffled why this old man is willing to teach a kid how to fight with a sword. They aren’t knights in the age of the yore anymore, guns and firearms exist for a reason.

“Teach me? But why?” Old Man George closed his eyes, merely thinking why he picked up the sword in the first place. It was for a cause, galvanizing men like him to draw swords to fight against horrors unknown. Now his days of hunting down monsters, heathens and heretics are over, and with it comes a life of peace and serenity. If he could shepherd a new generation of youth to lead a noble cause, then there’s no greater legacy than that. 

“I think the question you should be asking yourself is what do you get from learning this? Why learn how to fight and defend yourself when you have others doing it for you?” Time seemed to stand still for a moment, grass dancing to the tune of wind while leaves rustled in motion. Ben softened his expression, Gwen and Max had always thought him reckless, that he didn’t appreciate the powers and gifts of the Omnitrix. But Ben knew full well that Hero Time meant no mistakes, that he must always win because people could get hurt if he wasn’t up to the task. Everytime he became an alien, it was as if a part of them contributed to something greater. Aliens of different species across the divide coming together as one to safeguard the universe and stopping bad guys, becoming peacekeepers in the process. The Omnitrix is a symbol of unity, where the bridge between humans, aliens and everything in between could be forged through cooperation, where everyone can coexist peacefully without strife or conflict. Ben had always appreciated and acknowledged the gift Azmuth had given him, nor was he naive to the sheer devastating power and heavy responsibilities that rested on his shoulders.

But for now, with the weight of the universe no longer strapped to his wrist, Ben just wants to protect the ones he loves and make them happy.

“I don’t want others to fight my fights.” The simple yet genuine response was enough for George. He stood strong and tall, tapping the wooden sword on Ben’s shoulders as if he was bestowing knighthood to him.

“Then we will start next week.”

Dozens of get well soon cards were neatly stacked on Gwen’s desk, with walking crutches leaned against the wall near her bed for convenience sake. She loosened a sigh and stared at her legs wrapped with bandages, wincing every now and then when she moved her injured leg. She closed her eyes briefly, just her luck that she received a serious injury when her parents weren't around. Ah, it’s better not to inform them or-

The sudden ringing of her phone from the nightstand made Gwen lean to the side, she groaned when it turned out her mother was the one who called her. She mentally prepared herself, hoping to conjure a variety of excuses to not make her worry. So with a reluctant sigh, she took the phone and answered it by sliding her thumb across the screen.

“Gwen! I just received a call from your teacher, are you okay? Do you need me-” Her calm and stoic mother went into full panic mode by the moment, given that her parents were thousands of miles away from her for their long awaited honeymoon, it was to be expected. The timing couldn’t be worse.

“I’m fine mom, don’t worry.” Natalie won’t have any of it, from what the teacher told her, Gwen was seriously injured and needed adult supervision.

“It doesn’t feel right leaving you alone and unattended, what if you need to go to the bathroom or you need help getting around?” The ginger haired child brushed off her concern, just because one of her legs is injured doesn’t mean she can’t use the crutches to walk around. 

“It’s just a few days, you and dad should enjoy your time together. You two have been planning your honeymoon for ages right?” She could hear a frustrated sigh from her mother over the phone, clearly she didn’t like the circumstances that toyed between her responsibilities as a mother and her desire to spend time with her husband.

“I will get your brother.” Gwen placed a hand on her nose bridge, she didn’t need her brother to babysit her.

“Don’t, it’s just a little injury.” At the moment, her mother’s voice flared up and Gwen jerked away from the phone over how loud she was.

“Little injury? Gwen, you fractured your leg and you’re bedridden!” The sorceress stared at her injured leg and briefly pondered why Charmcaster never had any sort of healing spells in her grimoire. In fact, healing or regeneration mantras would come in very handy right now.  

“Nothing I can’t handle, didn’t you tell me I can handle anything?” Her mother had raised her to be independent and strong willed, that a girl like her can aspire to great heights and achieve her dreams so long as she works hard in everything she does. High expectations are placed on her and this paltry little injury would do little to dampen her spirit. 

“Don’t use my words against me young lady. Regardless, your father already informed your uncles and aunts. They should be dropping by soon to check up on you and make sure you’re okay.” Gwen rolled her eyes, she really is making a big deal of this, enough to rope Uncle Carl and Aunt Sandra in. She won’t admit it, but she did wish the news of her injuries would spread to Ben in hopes he would pay her a visit given how bored she was, though that was wishful thinking on her part.

“Alright, thanks mom.”

“You sure you don’t want us to come back?” Exasperated by her motherly concern, Gwen sat upright and raised her voice.

“Yes mom, I’m fine! Now go spend some time with dad okay? Love you.” Natalie conceded defeat and sighed.

“I love you too, call us regularly okay?” The sound of the front door downstairs being open drew Gwen’s attention as she was sure that she locked the door, but she brushed it aside for the time being given her mother was waiting for a response.

“Will do-” Stomping footsteps became louder and the sound of an intruder running in her house became apparent. Now, alone and bedridden, Gwen feared that a thieving burglar was seizing their chance to rob the Tennysons of their precious belongings with her parents off to Hawaii. Her eyes glowed deadly pink and she prepared an assortment of spells to assault her assailant when-

“Gwen?” She breathed a sigh of relief at the muffled voice, she recognized that voice anywhere. She dispelled her intensive mana generation and placed the spellbook back to her drawer, it was just doofus.

“Come in Ben.” With a twist of a doorknob, her cousin opened the door and waved to him. On appearance, she noticed he was wearing his PE clothes with a duffel bag slung across his shoulder, presumably after soccer practice. Drenched in sweat, Ben looked like he ran through a marathon just to get here.

“You’re okay? Mom told me that you’re injured.” His question was answered when Gwen merely pointed to her injured leg, making Ben whistle at the leg cast and find it amusing that there were some get well soon messages scribbled onto them.

“I’m fine Ben, also you’re sweating a lot.” Displeased by her sweaty cousin storming in the room and permeating it with his essence, the voice of her mother coming through the phone reminded her that she was still in a conversation with her.

“Is that Ben?” 

“Mhmm, let me put you on speaker.” 

“Hi Aunt Natalie.” Gwen peered over Ben’s duffel bag and raised her eyebrows over a peculiar object protruding from his bag, it looked like a wooden stick of sorts.

“Hello Ben, please look after your cousin on our behalf. I’m honestly surprised how fast you were, we only informed your parents an hour ago.” The two cousins shared a look to which Ben glanced aside out of embarrassment, he definitely did not cycle all the way from Bellwood Senior Village to Gwen’s place after hearing the news, and he definitely didn’t cancel his soccer practice with his friends just to see his injured cousin. 

“Don’t worry auntie, I’ll keep an eye on Gwen.”

“Mhmm! I feel better already knowing you’re there for her.” She cringed internally at the implications, Ben is not a reliable person even when he has the heart in the right place.

“Ben can hardly take care of himself mom, in the end I’m the one who will need to babysit him.” The glare from him was met with a smug grin.

“Gwen, be nice to Ben, you know he cares about you.” The blunt statement from her mother silenced both cousins and drew flushed cheeks. Ben averted his gaze and crossed his arms, staring at the piles of cards stacked on her desk with the faintest of interest.

“Anyway, there’s spare cash on the table okay. Call me if you need to.” With that Gwen ended the call and placed the phone on her nightstand. She crossed her arms and demanded that Ben go tend to his personal hygiene first.

“Ben you’re sweating a storm, go shower first. Did you bring any spare clothes?” He rolled his eyes over nagging but reached for his duffel bag and pulled out a pair of short t-shirts and pants nevertheless. In the process of pulling his clothes out, his training wooden sword fell to the floor and instantly caught Gwen’s attention. Is he still playing pirate at the age of 11?

“Is that a wooden sword?” Caught red handed, Ben shoved the sword back into the bag and brushed off the fact he was under the tutelage of a veteran swordmaster who can cleave a tree in half in one fell swoop.

“Story for another time.” Gwen wasn’t going to let him off the hook that easily, she was way too curious as to why Ben is carrying a wooden sword around.

“I want to hear that story now, but go shower first, you’re going to catch a cold.” The drenched shirt clinging onto his skin was definitely uncomfortable and a cold shower does sound like heaven right now. A relief for the muscles and for the mind.

“Alright, try not to go anywhere okay?” The poor taste of a joke earned Ben a throw of a pillow before he cackled his way out of her room with his clothes. With the silence back to her room, Gwen collected her thoughts and used telekinesis to bring the pillow back into her arms again. She rested the pillow on her lap and stared at the spot where Ben just sat.

‘Can’t believe he came to visit as soon as he heard the news.’ She was touched by his concern of course, deep down she knew he cared for her wellbeing. But honestly, she wasn’t used to him not being considerate or nice, he did mellow out throughout the months and this Julie person must be responsible for his maturity given the timeline. 

‘She must be a real angel then.’ How could anyone stand being around her cousin for more than 5 minutes was truly perplexing to her. Before she could ponder her cousin’s questionable friend that may or may not exist, Ben returned with a fresh pair of clothes and towel in hand, boys do shower quick.

“So what actually happened?” Ben spoke while drying his hair, he only knew that Gwen was seriously injured during karate classes, which was surprising given her brown belt status. At the mention of her injuries, Gwen leaned against her pillow and lamented the unfortunate chain of events.

“Ugh, we went full physical contact today during karate lessons. The protective gear I wore wasn’t strapped properly and my opponent quite literally swept me off my feet.” The strong roundhouse kick made her fall down in the wrong way with her body adding to the pressure and weight. The painful sprain and force fracture her bone that made her scream in agony, it was a pretty horrific sight to the rest of class all things considered.  

“He must be pretty dashing then.” Gwen chuckled at the witty response from Ben as he sat down next to her.

“He is cute so I will give him that, but that does not excuse him for this .” He stared at her injury and frowned at how bad it looked. It was obvious that it’s swollen and the internal bleeding must be horrible.

“How bad is it?”

“The nurse said it would take a week to recover but it’s nothing permanent or serious, just need plenty of rest that’s all.” The aspiring swordsman nodded and draped the towel over a cloth hanger to leave it dry. A keen eyed Gwen however noticed that Ben had bruises and even lacerations on his forearm, suggesting that he was involved in serious combat. 

“Speaking of injuries, your arms Ben, are you okay?” He brushed off her concerned tone and pulled the study chair next to her bed. 

“Oh it's just some bruises I got from sparring, nothing compared to your injuries.”

“Sparring? Does it have to do with that sword?” He bit his tongue lightly, well no use hiding this from Gwen now. He proudly pulled the wooden blade and felt its smooth contour with his finger tips. He held the pommel wrapped in cloth and rested the flat side of the blade on his other hand.

“Yeah, I’m practicing HEMA.” A new term that she didn’t know and it came from Ben nonetheless? What has the world come to?

“HEMA?” Ben took a moment to recall the exact words from George and pronounced the full name slowly.

“Historical European Martial Arts.” His cousin tilted her head aside and crossed her arms, Ben’s preference for certain martial arts can be considered exotic. In fact, their mothers had suggested that Gwen should teach Ben basic martial arts, an idea that she did admittedly entertain given it gave her an excuse to beat him up.

“What made you want to practice HEMA?” Ben fondly stared at the sword that George gave him, it was the same sword that fell the tree, albeit with some wear and tear, probably because its current wielder wasn’t as careful and as skilled compared to its predecessor. 

“Got a good teacher showing me the ropes.” Gwen would never imagine Ben be humble enough to receive tutelage from someone else, other than grandpa Max of course. His arrogance and bratty nature seemed to have simmered down after he took off the watch and returned to a life of normalcy. All and all, a good thing for his personal growth and a sign of maturity. Still, Gwen is terribly curious who impressed Ben enough that he wanted to become his student. 

“Someone I should know about?” 

“I will introduce you to him soon, he’s great.” She crossed her arms and poked Ben’s chest, making him jerk back from the sudden prodding from her.

“Uh huh, I still haven’t met Julie yet.” Everytime, everytime! Whenever Gwen brought up the idea of meeting Julie, Ben would always dodge the question and stated that one day, they would meet. It was as if he was hiding something from her and didn’t want her to find out, surely this Julie person is not someone he made up right? She had yet to find evidence if she really exists.

“Another time! I promise.” She shot him an unamused look but decided not to chew him out of it. Her cousin pulled his bag and pulled out his exercise book and pencil case, surprising her by actually doing homework and not leaving it at the last second to copy from others.

“Are you doing homework?” Confused by the disbelief tone, Ben stared at her and nodded slowly. Was it that shocking that he is capable of finishing his homework? 

“Duh?”

“You don’t have to do it here.” Ben smirked at the mom-like tone from her, she seemed awfully intent on getting rid of him.

“Chasing me out already?” The mocking tone did little to sway Gwen's point , she knew he was staying here just because of her injuries but at this point there was no point. It wasn’t as if staying by her side would magically recover her wounds faster.

“Ben, I'm fine.” Her no nonsense and stoic demeanor made Ben drop everything and stared at her with a more mellow and sympathetic look. 

“I know, but when I was seriously injured, you stayed by my side. I thought I could do the same.” She was honestly touched by his concern, but the situation was different given the gravity of their injuries was not comparable, one which was dealt by a classmate by accident, the other was by a galactic tyrant hellbent on conquering planets and subjugating the galaxy to its rule. Still, she would allow that excuse and was admittedly happy that he is willing to go above and beyond for her sake.  

“Alright.” Thus the silence set in again, the occasional sound of graphite dancing against the papers echoed the room, and Gwen seized the opportunity of calm to read a novel. She occasionally glanced between her cousin and book, realizing that he was wearing something different for once. 

“New clothes?” A black-shirt with cuffs and a pair of khaki pants, serviceable for casual wear but also good enough for important occasions.

“Julie bought them for me.” Again with her name, Gwen bumped his shoulder and gave a cheeky grin, she was careful enough to not aggravate her injury.

“You’re really into her aren’t you?” 

“Cut it dweeb, I don’t like her like that.” It was painfully obvious that he did, from what she’s hearing Julie is sweet, compassionate and shared the same interest as Ben. A tomboy, a tennis enthusiast and a Sumo Slammer gamer, she practically fits Ben’s taste of girl in spades. If Ben plays his cards right, the two are practically set.

As the pencil movement came to an end and Ben tossed his finished homework into the bag, the young man felt a hand tapping his shoulder.

“Bring my laptop over, I want to watch a movie.” He grunted at his cousin’s request and reached for the laptop and the foldable table on her desk. The redhead child reached for her prized possession and placed it on her table. Her fingers rapidly tapped against the keyboard and the latest teen drama she was watching came to screen after a few clicks.

“Wanna watch?” Ben merely pulled the chair closer to the bed and crossed his legs over, might as well watch some boring teen romance drama that had half baked mysteries and unsatisfying conclusions that eventually milks the franchise dry.

“Couldn’t hurt.” The tension between the characters on the screen brought Gwen to the edge of her seat. Her heartbeat thumped wildly when the star heartthrob of the show slowly walked up the the main heroine, his strong and muscular hands cupped her chin and his bright blue eyes gazed sensually into her dilating pupils. The charismatic smile and the seductive bedroom eyes made Gwen clenched her blanket tighter when suddenly the screen fades to black, and- its ends just like that!?

“What!” Ben, who was near comatose's door, shot back up and instinctively reached for his wooden sword for potential threats by assuming a long point guard position. He loosened up and gave a grumbling sigh when it was just his cousin upset that the show ended up on a cliffhanger and placed the blade back to the wall. He chuckled at her fuming expression when his phone in his pocket started to vibrate at that very moment. He flipped the phone out and answered it promptly.

“Hello?”

“Hi Ben, are you free tonight?” The soft melodious voice of Julie Yamamoto instantly rallied Ben’s spirit as he sat upright. He was about to say yes when he remembered the injured cousin laying next to him.

“Umm, not really.” Gwen caught his disappointed expression and leaned forward, is that a girl’s voice she was hearing?

“Oh Okay, maybe tomorrow night?” That voice, she recalled that voice when Ben was conversing with Julie over the phone! The young redhead grinned, this was her chance to talk to her now. The swordsman trainee was about to end the call when Gwen quickly snatched the phone from Ben’s palm with a sleight of hand.

“Gwen!” She paid him no mind and placed the phone against her ear, smirking at her cousin’s flustered expression given she has the power to humiliate or embarrass him as she pleases with only a few words.

“Yes he is free tonight.” Julie blinked at the sudden change of voice, she didn’t recall Ben having a sister or a close female friend. Naturally, she was cautious as to who this person is.

“Who’s this?”

“I’m Gwen Tennyson, Ben’s cousin.” The asian american’s lips curled upwards, so this was the cousin Ben always complains about. She was wondering why he never introduced Gwen to her, she sounds like an interesting person to hang around with judging by the conversations they have.

“Gwen? Oh I know about you, Ben always talks about you.” That was news to her, she stared at her cousin and raised her eyebrows. What kind of dastardly misinformation and badmouthing had he inflicted on her stellar reputation hmm?

“Really? Nothing bad I hope?” The cheeky giggling from the girls was Ben’s deathknell. He leaned over in an attempt to snatch his phone back, only to be met with resistance from Gwen who somehow managed to overpower him despite her injured state, damn her martial art prowess and strength. 

“Gwen give it back!” With one hand placed on his forehead, Gwen leaned towards the otherside.

“Julie, Ben is absolutely free for tonight so I’m saying yes on his behalf.” Livid by his lack of consent, Ben watched in horror when Gwen flashed a grin at him. 

“That works for me.” Julie was really digging Gwen’s style, the girl knows how to be straightforward around things and don’t dance around topics.

“W-Wait!” At that moment, Gwen pressed the speaker button and shook the phone a couple times to get Ben’s attention, telling him that Julie is in fact on speaker and that he should be careful of what he’s about to say.

“Come on Ben, are you really going to leave a girl begging?” In an obvious attempt to make Ben look like the bad guy here and the fact Julie is listening to their conversation, Ben Tennyson conceded defeat and sighed at his cousin’s shenanigans.

“I will see you tonight Julie.” Another victory for Lucky Girl.

“Great! My dad would be picking us up, are you at your house?” Gwen widened her eyes at how casual that statement is, she never heard of a girl’s dad picking a boy up to chauffeur them to their date. Just how close are they really? In the midst of her contemplation, Ben snatched the phone back and glared at Gwen before talking to Julie with the phone in his palm.

“No, I'm at Gwen’s, I will send you the address.”

“Sweet, see you later and say goodbye to your cousin for me okay?” Gwen pipped in and placed two hands on Ben’s shoulders to put her weight on him.

“I can hear you loud and clear Julie, I would love to meet you someday.“ Ben was physically cringing at the absolute chaotic mess they would cause for him should they combine forces.

”Sure! Let’s arrange a day to go watch a movie together.” And of course Julie agrees to it, why wouldn’t she?

“Totally.” With an intent to end the conversation, Ben swatted his cousin away and hastily said his goodbyes.

“Bye Julie, see ya later.” The brunette hero sighed and placed the phone back in his pocket, he crossed his arms and was not pleased with Gwen’s actions. Seriously, who snatches someone’s phone while they are talking, rude!

“That was not cool.” Gwen ignored his tantrum, she argued that she did Ben a favor given how cold feet he was. Julie clearly was the assertive one in their dynamic, while Ben is more of the passive type.

“She’s a keeper.” Ben grumbled at that assessment, from his parents to his classmates, everyone thought the two of them were an item. It wasn’t as if Ben was against the idea of dating Julie, far from it! But the time they knew each other was quite limited and Ben still remembered the incident with Kai Green that left him slightly reluctant to be in a relationship.

“I know she is.” Gwen poked his shoulders over the melodramatic  tone from him. 

“Then what’s the deal? It’s clear she likes you, I mean asking you out at night with her father picking you up?” That does sound ridiculous when you put it like that, Ben rubbed his temples and spoke matter of factly. 

“This isn’t the first time, we’ve done this plenty of times.” Flabbergasted by how casual he said it, Gwen placed both hands on his shoulders and gripped them tight. The messages and signs are clear, how could her oblivious doofus not see it?

“Ben, are you serious? Are all boys this dense and clueless?” Irritated by her pushiness, Ben raised her voice and pointed at her injuries.

“She’s just a friend okay? Besides, we only knew each other for a few months. Anyway, I promised your mom that I would look after you, it doesn't feel right to leave you alone when you’re like this.” Gwen softened her expression, she knew he was being considerate to her but just because she’s injured doesn’t make him responsible to stay by her side. She is capable of handling herself and she hopes Ben could see that.

“I appreciate that Ben, really I do, but you have your own life now.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to leave you out of it.” The quick retort silenced her for a moment, she rationalized his serious and pensive demeanor and merely sighed. No use lecturing him about this, their lives were intertwined the moment they decided to become Watch Boy and Lucky Girl together. If he was adamant of taking care of her out of pride and familial care, then she would allow that much.

“Fine, you can make it up to me by visiting me tomorrow.” Ben mustered a nod, leaving an injured Gwen alone was not ideal but he would hang out with Julie since his cousin made him promise her.

“Deal.” Geez, since when did he become so nice and amenable to reason? Did puberty hit him hard? A solemn awakening that enlightened him of his bratty ways? She leaned at her pillow and found her stomach growling from hunger.

“If you want to look after me, order pizza. I’m hungry.” Ben was definitely taking advantage of this moment, pepperoni pizza does sound good though.

“Only If I get a slice.” Gwen rolled her eyes but smiled nevertheless, having pizza in her bed without her mother knowing was just awesome.

Chapter Text

A blue bicycle rested under the shade of a tall Oak tree. The leafy foliage cast shadows across the grassy fields, with ferns and blades of grass chimed to the breeze of the afternoon wind. In the distance two warriors were having a duel of the fates, the sound of their swords clashing and clattering echoed across the courtyard. Guard, parry, deflect and thrust, each of the fighter’s footwork was swift and disorientating as they danced around the open field of grass. The older gentleman distanced himself from the sword bind and seized the young opponent's fatigue state to lunge forward, narrowly weaving his blade through his gaping defense and thrust the tip of his blade to his abdomen. 

The young man halted his attack and glanced at the wooden shaft that connected to his body. He sighed and lowered his weapon, acknowledging that his master had once again got the best of him.

“Touche.” The elderly man grinned and retreated his blade. It’s been centuries since he had a duel with others, most fights end relatively quickly since the intention was to kill the opponent. But a sparring session with non-lethal weapons allows him to point out the young trainee’s mistakes and room for improvement. In fact, each growing session with the young lad meant less room for improvements. 

“You’re improved much Ben.” The 14 year old sighed and hung the battered training sword by his waist. Under George’s mentorship, he had learned much in three years. Learning the art of the blade was one thing, but so was the philosophical debates and discussion they often had after their grueling training sessions. Oftentimes, George would ask him something out of the blue and they just talk for hours on end, there was a sense that George respected him very much despite their large age gap, and would often ask for his opinion on certain topics that even some adults would have difficulty grasping. He didn’t treat him as a child, and in turn Ben never treated him as an old man. Well, except for the occasional jab and banter between.

“Still can’t beat you though.” The veteran swordsman scoffed, his skills with the blade had not waned after retirement. Sharp and quick witted as ever, George could easily sweep grandmasters off the floor if he decided to participate in tournaments.

“I will be offended if you did, but at the rate you’re going, you might surpass me.” That got Ben’s hopes up considerably, he placed the training sword down and reached for his towel to wipe his sweat. As usual, his duffel bag was filled with spare clothes, his phone and a cute chibi keychain of an anime character hanging by the side that Julie bought for him.

“Really?” George chuckled and gave Ben a smirk, hah he wish!

“Well maybe in a thousand years.” The Tennyson pouted but acknowledged that he was making improvements nevertheless, he is better than he was yesterday and that’s what matters. He glanced at his phone and noted that it was getting late and their session had come to an end. He swung the bag over his shoulders and waved to the old timer who rested on the tree stump that started their whole apprenticeship in the first place.

“I gotta go George, I got to meet someone.” The senior raised his eyebrows, youngsters these days have their plans full don’t they? Without guessing, he already knew who his apprentice was meeting up with, I mean just look at Ben’s phone home screen. It has Ben placing his arms around Julie and Gwen’s shoulders at his favorite smoothie place.

“Another date with Julie?” George’s tone insinuated that he often goes on one on one dates with Julie which in Ben’s rare defense, it's just two friends hanging out. But he isn’t meeting his best friend, he is meeting his cousin, whom you can argue is also his best friend.

“No, I’m meeting Gwen.” Ben’s personal life was well known to George, mainly because of how they schedule their sessions together. If Ben hadn't told him Gwen was his cousin, he would have assumed they were siblings or twins. He had seen a picture of Gwen before and they looked strikingly similar, their relationship seemed to be very close too judging how often Ben mentioned her name in their conversation and how often they spend their time together.

“Ah the cousin, say hello to her on my behalf will you?” Ben raised his thumbs up, Gwen would be stoked to see George given the brunette had talked about how mystical, composed and powerful he is. A little exaggeration and sensationalism but it helps build up the hype of meeting a grandmaster who has seen many summers. After all, the thought of an old man cleaving down a sturdy Oak tree with just a wooden sword is enough badass imagery.

“Sure, bye George! See ya next week.” Helmet secured and hand on the handles, Ben waved goodbye to his mentor and greeted the nurse who he had become acquainted with. The pink haired nurse with soft blue eyes is an absolutely sweetheart of a soul and really cute too. If Ben was a little older and he wasn’t interested in Julie, he might have asked her out, or he would probably be cold feet around her who knows? 

“Bye Ben, thank you for visiting George again. He always looks forward to the sparring sessions.” The young brunette smiled, the sentiment goes both ways. The sparring sessions were both therapeutic and physically intensive.

“Thanks Joy, I will see you.” Bidding farewell to the nurse, he cycled his way to Gwen’s place by pedaling forward. He inhaled and let out a content sigh when the weather was just nice and mild, a perfect day for hanging out or doing outdoor activities. He passed by the neighborhood and took a right turn to enter the street where the Tennyson household resides. The two storey household and the well maintained patio had seen some improvements and refurbishment. The Tennysons had developed a routine of having Barbeque outside Gwen’s place during festive occasions and yes, it is as awesome as it sounds. He parked the bicycle onto the rack and hung the duffle bag across his shoulder. Ben fumbled around his pockets and pulled out a key to lodge into the lock. 

“Hey Uncle Frank.” The preoccupied middle aged man turned away from his laptop and waved to his nephew who entered the door. He was just finishing up his work.

“Ben, good to see you. Gwen is getting ready, why don’t you go shower first?” Akin to like another son to them, Natalie and Frank welcomed him warmly to their home. The young man placed his bag down and brought out his spare clothes and towels. After attending to his hygiene and emerging fresh from the showers, Ben joined his uncle to watch a game of football in the living room. It seems like it's Manchester United vs Liverpool, a classic rivalry that always promises an exciting match and rowdy fans.

“Are you two going out with Julie?” The inquisitive nature from his uncle was expected, this was not the first time the trio hung out together, in fact it was becoming a routine of sorts too. The two girls really get along with Gwen claiming Julie to be the most sensible and understanding person she ever met, to which Ben agrees wholeheartedly.

“Mhmm, the girls wanted to watch a movie together and go do some shopping.” The latest blockbuster is Stranger in Our Skies, a classic tale of an alien child growing up on earth and finding his place among humans when eventually, earth is sieged by alien marauders and it's up to him to protect the very people who wanted to get rid of him. No doubt it would touch some heart strings and even touch upon some sensitive issues, but a good movie should make you think and reflect, not pandering or force feeding its audiences. 

“It’s nice for Gwen to take some time to relax. Take care of her alright? I know she’s a capable girl but it makes me feel at ease knowing that you’re there with her.” Ben turned away from the exciting football match and met his uncle’s eyes. He seemed quite serious about this topic and it did make sense in retrospect. Gwen’s capable nature and gifted academic nature made her a valedictorian in practically every institution she goes to. Excelling in studies, club societies and physical sports, she would no doubt make for a very successful woman given that she is a virtuoso in every field. Yet while Natalie focused on Gwen’s success and accolades, Frank was more concerned with Gwen's overall happiness and self care. Ben was the perfect person to allow Gwen to be more laid-back in her otherwise busy schedule, providing a much-needed counterbalance to the constant pressure she felt to excel.

“Don’t worry Uncle Frank, I will always look after Gwen, just like how she always looks after me.” The father of two smiled widely and placed an appreciative hand on Ben’s shoulder, these kids had really grown up didn’t they? But the sound of footsteps creaking on the stairs caught their attention and Frank’s lips curled upwards when his daughter came down stairs with her long fiery red hair tied into a ponytail. Puberty had been very kind to her and she had blossomed into such a beautiful and mellow lady while still maintaining her sass and independence. Her white blouse and black skirt combination was simply practical and elegant, much like the person wearing it.

“There she is.” Gwen smiled at the sight of her cousin waiting for her and waved to him. No doubt he just finished a sparring session with George and was tired from the sore muscles, but he still made an effort to hangout with Julie and her.

“Hey Ben, did you wait long?” He shook his head and crossed his legs, eyeing his cousin’s attire with approval, her style of wear really evolved throughout the years. A head turner in all aspects, Ben sometimes felt irked by the number of guys staring at her whenever they hangout. Still, it was good for her self confidence and she could be a little self-conscious of how people perceived her sometimes.

“No, I just got here and took a shower. You look great.” Gwen chuckled and perched her hands on her hips, if only Ben was that forthcoming with Julie.

“Well aren’t you full of compliments today, save some of that for Julie.” She giggled at his eye roll and flushed cheeks, even all these years he still can get awkward around this topic. Frank loosened an amused smile and found it intriguing Ben hasn’t formally asked the young lady out yet. The young lady is lovely and she personally had been invited to Tennyson household for dinner before. The interactions between Ben and her were nothing short of sweet and wholesome, with the young man behaving like a total goofball and gentleman around her.

“Don’t tease your cousin Gwen.” The red haired teenager flipped her hair dramatically and spoke with flair and flamboyance. “Just giving him some advice.” Ben scoffed at the advice. He is a charming ladies man, a charismatic individual and a smooth talker, at least that what he tells himself before inevitably fumbles around Julie. As the clock struck 6 PM, Frank turned off the tv with the remote and ushered the kids to enter the car.

“Alright come on, I will drop you two off.” The Tennyson family sat in the car, buckled up and comfortable. They drove towards Bellwood Mall where Julie would be waiting for them. Amidst the drive, Frank glanced at the rear view mirror to get a look at his nephew.

“So Ben, Gwen told us that you still haven’t asked Julie out yet.” The squire winced at the accusation and stared at his cousin with a dead man’s eyes. He had lied to everyone that he actually did ask Julie out and they were in a limbo-like relationship between friend and girlfriend. Only Gwen knows the truth and she had betrayed him in the most hurtful and vile way possible! 

“Gwen! You’re not supposed to tell anyone.” His cousin sheepishly grinned and pretended to be oblivious by putting her finger on her chin.

“Oops.” No amount of cutesy facade is going to save Gwen this time, Ben narrowed his eyes at her cousin and swore vengeance against her. That’s it, next time no smoothies for her.

“Ben, it's okay to take your time, it means you’re careful and taking in considerations.” The honest statement from his uncle made him sigh and leaned against the backrest of the seat. 

“I just don’t want Julie to think that I befriended her all this time just so I can get a shot at dating her, it feels weird and wrong.” Gwen frowned momentarily, she understood his sentiments perfectly. The sorceress has her own experiences with male acquaintances who seemed more interested in romantic possibilities than genuine friendship, as if that was the intention all along. But even so, that was the minority and most guys who she hung out with in school are all pretty chill and respected her boundaries.

“Ben, Julie doesn’t think like that, you two started from close friends and slowly developed feelings for each other, totally normal and natural! In fact, studies found that most romantic couples started out as friends first.” Solid and unyielding relationships often have years of mutual respect and understanding as the basis of their foundation. Ben and Julie are just taking their time to know each other and see if they are compatible, that’s all!

“That’s true Ben, it’s all about intention and authenticity. If you have doubts or feel some things need to be straightened out first before committing to a relationship, talk to Julie and be honest to her. Communication and respect is very important.” The pep talk from his uncle and cousin made him smile, it felt nice to have guidance and support from family. Although a young adult now, Ben sometimes never felt older than he was 10 and wasn’t ready to make difficult decisions yet without Grandpa Max’s guidance.

“I will, thank you Uncle Frank and you too Gwen, I guess I’m overthinking a little.” Gwen grinned and gestured her hand.

“Better than not thinking it through at all.” The cousins continued their casual conversation when they finally reached their destination. The hue of purple orange mixing together in the sky and the street lights illuminating marked the start of a fun Friday night out.

“Alright you kids have fun, I will come pick you two up around 11 PM.” The two gave a thumbs up and waved goodbye. Gwen pulled out her phone and tapped her fingers against the screen, messaging Julie as Ben and her walked from the parking lot to the mall.

“She’s outside the cinema.” Punctual as always. The movie starts at 8 and knowing Julie, she came earlier to queue just to buy popcorn and soda for them. The Tennysons rode the escalators up the top floor of the mall and found the long line of moviegoers queuing at the understaffed concession stand. Gwen tip-toed upwards and placed her fingers against each other to scan where Julie is. Ben looked around until he felt a soft dainty finger poking his cheek, he turned and felt his lips curling upwards when Julie appeared with her a large bucket of popcorn and soda tray in her hands. 

“Hey Julie, did you wait long?” The young teenager shook her head and handed the salted caramel popcorns to the pair of cousins. She was glad that she came early because the crowd was wild.

“No, I just bought the popcorn and soda, didn’t wait long at all. Come on, let's go! The movie is starting.” Ben chuckled when Julie dragged Gwen and him to the cinema hall. They promptly entered the pitch black room and sat on their seats, with Ben sitting in the middle while the girls sat beside him, acting as the chief popcorn holder.

The movie lasted for 3 hours and as the credits rolled with big movie star names popping up the screen, the lights of the theater momentarily blinded everyone in the room. Numbed by sitting for 3 hours straight, Ben stood up and found bits and pieces of popcorn rolling off his lap, presumably because of Julie and Gwen. The trio walked along the hallway and discussed the movie, what they liked and their favorite part of it.

“That was so cool, I like the part where everyone started to clap for him after stopping the invasion.” Julie was honestly moved to near tears when a young child started to clap for the main protagonist and it caused everyone around to do the same. A form of genuine acceptance that only innocent children seemed to be capable of.

With plenty of time to spare, the girls quickly pivoted their way towards the boutique and clothing stores. The sole male of the group stood outside of the premise while the girls matched and measured the clothes that caught their interests. The young man felt his stomach growling and the desire for a snack grew with his hunger. Such carnal instincts must be sated and Ben knew of a legendary comfort food that is within walking distance.

“You two girls have fun, I will just go get some chili fries.” The pair stopped what they were doing with Gwen placing her hands on her hips, she gave a stern look to her cousin who seemed to forget what time it was.

“We’re going to have dinner later.” The mom-like tone from Gwen was met with a child’s retort.

“Just a snack?” The redhead sighed but nodded nevertheless, she already anticipated this from Ben. Julie poked her head out from the clothing racks and waved to her best friend.

“Get some for me too.” Ben grinned and gave a thumbs up, earning another sigh from Gwen over their unhealthy habits of snacking before dinner. Hands in his pockets, Ben walked outside of the mall and smiled at the comforting sight of foot trucks aligned in the parking lot. It seemed like the queue was already starting with hungry office workers and college students flocking the scene.

“Hi, two chili fries please.” Ben patiently waited for the spicy and cheesy goodness and after a few minutes of scrolling through his phone for funny videos, his order was ready.

“Thanks.” Piping hot and delectable, Ben held Julie’s takeaway order on one hand and decided to find some place to sit down and have his snack of a meal. He glanced at the benches near the parking lot and decided that place was as good as any despite being further away from the mall. 

His black and white sneakers made their way to the bench next to a lamp post. The sound of crickets and the occasional chill of autumn night’s made Ben wish he wore a thicker jacket for tonight. As his legs carried on forward, he saw a group of silhouettes standing around what seemed to be another person near an alley of sorts.   

‘Something doesn’t look right.’ Though it was dark, the lights from the street lamps provided just enough illumination for Ben to squint his eyes on the distant figures. Instincts tell Ben that they were sketchy people, yet his heart told him that the person they were surrounding didn’t seem like they wanted to be there either.

“Come on, why don’t you hangout with us? We promise you a fun time.” His eyes widened at the sight of a beautiful blonde teenager stepping away from the group as they closed in on her. It was clear what was happening and Ben found himself in a hairy situation that may require him to step in.

‘I can’t just stand a watch.’ It was painful to watch the young teenager avert her eyes, the poor girl was trembling while the older men were invading her personal space. But the straw that sprung Ben to action was when one of the men put his arm around her shoulder and touched her arm.

“Let me go!” She bitterly shoves her assaulters away when they try to grab her jacket, her heart sunk at the tight hold they had on her when her would-be savior appeared.

“Hey!” Stunned by another person’s presence, she seized the chance to yank off their hold and ran towards Ben. On instinct Ben placed one arm before her and ushered her to stand behind him. Now safe from her harrassers, Ben found himself in a potential dangerous situation with these unsavory folks.

“We are having a conversation with her, buzz off kid.” Ben raised his eyebrows, analyzing his environment just like how George had taught him. They numbered him five to one, and they were no doubt older than him, perhaps around their early 20s or so. Located far away from the mall and food truck rally, there was scarcely anyone walking around with how isolated they were. Though the odds are against him, Ben put on a brave face just to comfort the trembling teenager behind him.

“Right and I’m sure we can have that conversation inside the mall, no need for shady alleys right?” Taunting his opponents with the faintest of smiles, Ben could see the seething look on what he assumed was the leader’s face. The clenched fists and scowling expression of bitterness meant he pissed him off, the opposite reaction Ben would have wanted.

“This is none of your business, get out of the way before someone gets hurt.” Ah a classic intimidation line as old as time, these guys are the class act of bullies after all. He had a suspicion they aren’t going to let him go scot free, but his priority right now is making sure the girl is safe, his heroic pride comes later.

“Helping someone who needs it is my business. She’s not comfortable with your advances, take the hint and leave.” The serious cadence from Ben did little to calm tensions, the fuming thug attempted to charge towards him when his mates held him back, reminding him of their troubled history.

“Don’t! Remember our record.” They were one sentence away from a decade behind bars. Their parole would be short lived if they stir trouble again, it was a matter of common sense now. Unfortunately, their dastard leader didn’t see it that way.  

“I’m not going to let a little kid intimidate us.” Ben took that as a sign of aggression and slowly backed up with the girl as they slowly advanced, albeit the reluctance from the rest of the members. His green eyes darted around his dark environment until he spotted a moment of opportunity at the alleyway. He paused for a moment, drafting out a plan in his head before turning to the girl behind him.

“Run and go get help.” She hesitated for a moment, her lingering azure eyes stared at Ben’s before she wordlessly nodded and ran as fast as her legs could carry her. The sight of the teen running away to the mall drew hostile eyes to Ben, now the thugs were screwed no matter what they did.

“You’re fucking dead kid.” Ben sighed and shook his head, lamenting the uneven and unfair situation he found himself in. 

“5 against one? Seriously?” He slowly backed into the alley, as they began to corner him into a dead end. His shoes planted against the myriad of debris and household items scattered on the floor, until one of his sneakers was pressed against a broom handle that had its bristles removed.

The two sides locked eyes with one another, the occasional strong wind kicked up plastics and paper fliers. Tensions were high and the sound of beer bottles being smashed and pocket knives being drawn echoed across the alley. Now tucked away in a dirty alley with no friendly soul in sight, Ben is truly alone with a group of people intent on harming him. 

So much for a fun night out with the girls.

“Get him!” They charged forward towards him, eager to land a serrated blow on Ben and bleed him dry. His foot instantly kicked up the broom handle in the air before he skillfully caught in his hands. He leveraged his superior reach and began to dispatch the men one by one, striking the leader’s head with one fell swoop before slamming a back-handed strike back to the rest. He used one hand to swing the quarterstaff around, causing them to retreat slowly as Ben intends to fight in the open. He ramped up his sweeps until he suddenly charged through the ranks like a cavalry charge, bulldozing his way out of the alley.

“Gah, get him!” Ben used the momentum of his body to swung the staff like a baseball bat, striking them right in the shins to maim them followed by a crushing downward strike to their head, drawing blood and severe concussion. His unrelenting assault bashed the rest of his assailants until one of them thrust their dagger forward and swiped at Ben.

‘Disarm, disorientate and dominate.’ The tutelage from George echoed in Ben’s mind as he knocked the knife away by smacking the hand. The thugs seized the chance to grapple his weapon and wrestled for control as the rest began to recover from the strikes and slowly limped their way towards him with blood bleeding from the heads. The tug of war continued with Ben nimbly dodging the dagger cuts from the others with his jacket fluttering along the motions.

‘Turn their allies to your shields.’ Ben swiftly let go off the staff and delivered a ferocious roundhouse kick to the staggered foe, knocking the rest down by the sheer force generated by his strike. He took the opportunity of their downed state to flee and sprinted to the parking lot despite his waning stamina.

His athleticism allowed him to reach the main parking lot before he began to slow down to catch his breath, he wiped away the beads of sweat and turned behind him. He groaned when they were giving chase despite limping towards him, aren’t they ashamed and humiliated enough? With no weapon to his name and out of breath, Ben stood his ground and prepared to fight them hand to hand when the sound of sirens blared in the glow of red and blue. The assailants froze at the sight of the police vehicles speeding towards them and muttered a slew of profanities, camaraderie broke down between them with every man for himself.

But just as they escaped the other direction, another patrol car managed to emerge and cut their escape route off. The blinding lights of high beams blinded them momentarily until the officers exited their cars. A veteran policeman walked forward with his hand on his holster, the calm and cold eyes was enough of a deterrence from doing anything rash.

“Nice and easy boys, we’ve been down this road before haven’t we?” Well acquainted with their former run-ins, the policeman ordered them to stand down and place their hands in the air. With no options left and the severe consequences of resisting arrest well known to them, they slowly knelt to the floor and turned themselves over to the police.

“You okay kid?” Ben nodded when another patrol officer stood next him, the law enforcer briefly inspected Ben’s body for any sign of injuries before the sound of footfalls behind them grew louder.

“Are you okay!?” Ben barely had the time to respond when he found himself in the warm embrace of the pretty blonde he saved. His cheeks flushed red when his head found itself above her shoulders. Flustered and in need of air, Ben slowly parted ways and comforted the panicking teenager.

“I’m okay, don’t worry.” The police officer narrowed his eyes, this young lady seemed familiar, he swore he saw her on TV before.

“You looked familiar, miss… are you perhaps Jennifer Nocturne?” The young actress smiled and nodded, her arms still tightly holding around Ben’s smaller frame. The young man was a tad confused over who Jennifer is, is she supposed to be famous or something?

“Yes.” The officer’s mood went up considerably, his daughter is a super fan of Jennifer. Like many teen actresses, the young star got her start after entering a TV contest and being scouted out by a talent agency. Her youthful beauty and superb acting gained her a large following, borderline making her an idol and a superstar overnight with her first big break after starring in a drama romance movie. So it begs the question, why is someone famous and popular like her doing out here alone by herself? Where are her security guards and manager?

“My daughter is a huge fan of yours! Do you want me to call-” At the moment, a luxurious limousine accompanied by two black SUVs rolled up to the parking lot at a screeching speed. Car doors were slammed and a squadron of men in suits ran towards the child actress.

“Jennifer! My goodness there you are.” The starlet smiled when her manager ran towards her and hugged her. The closest figure she has to a mother now, she had always taken care of her daily affairs, dealt with nosy reporters and scheduled influential interviews for her. Her rise to success can be attributed to her, as well as her overall happiness.

“Aria.” The woman dressed in a professional suit patted her head before pulling back, glaring daggers at the thugs being handcuffed by the police. There was no doubt about the men’s horrible intentions and Aria shuddered to think if there was no timely intervention from others.

“Are you okay? Did those lowlives hurt you?” The blonde beauty shook her head and turned to Ben, she took the moment to hug her his arm, pinning it between her breasts as she eagerly nuzzled against his side, much to Aria’s shock and amusement.

“No, I was rescued by umm- I never got your name.” The brunette loosened a smile and extended his free hand out. It seemed like he saved a celebrity, and a rising star too.

“Ben, Ben Tennyson.” Her agent shook Ben’s hand, nodding curtly in respect and gratitude for the heroic efforts he had made.

“Ben, thank you so much. You did a really good thing today. If word reaches the media of Jennifer being assaulted, it would be a nightmare for her reputation and her well being.” It confirmed Ben’s suspicions that Jennifer is really popular and he just got into the good graces of a celebrity. The young bladesman averted his gaze when Jennifer’s clingy and soft warm skin sent a chill of pleasure down his spine, gosh does this feel so weird and nice. Her manager grunted and turned to the police officer, while the security guards began to hold off the growing crowd gathering at the scene.

“Officer, please allow us to take Jennifer home first, she is shaken and clearly needs some space to recover.” The officer of the law nodded and acknowledged the delicate situation they find themselves in. There’s already a crowd gathering around the parking lot and the sighting of Jennifer Nocturne has no doubt reached the internet. This would be a public relations disaster if she continues to stay here, people would speculate why she is involved with the police and the whole truth would come out. He could afford to look the other way for now.

“Alright, just make sure you file a report to your nearest precinct when you can.” Murmurs from the crowd grew louder with the increasing size, drawing the attention of mallgoers and passersby. Ben pulled out his phone and groaned when he realized that the girls were probably looking for him and- 

“Ben!” Oh, never mind they found him. The two ladies reasoned with the officer controlling the crowd before he allowed them charging towards the young Tennyson. Tired and exhausted from fighting, Ben still mustered a smile when his cousin and best friend rushed towards his side and hugged him.

“Are you okay?” He relished the warm hug from the two people he held dear, no doubt they were worried about him and the amount of police presence probably didn’t help either. Hopefully they don’t chew him out for this.

“I’m fine, just got a little tangled up with some bad people, that's all.” The understatement from him did little to comfort Gwen and Julie, they inspected his body and were relieved that he came out unscathed. The police officer recording the statement approached the trio and acknowledged the fact that Ben seemed to be popular with the ladies. 

“They are?”

“My cousin, and my friend. We just finished watching Stranger Among Our Skies.” Jennifer’s eyes sparkled, she just finished watching the movie too! In fact, all of this happened because she snuck out into the cinema alone without informing her manager. Though she loves her life and appreciates the efforts of her manager, the paparazzi and the constant need to smile for the camera even when she doesn’t feel like it, is suffocating. The price of success and the eyes of the world are always constantly on her, sometimes she just wished she could get away from everything and just enjoy a simple life. This wasn’t the first time she snuck out nor would it be the last she reckons, but walking alone at night nearly cost her innocence and if it weren’t for Ben- well the less said the better. 

The officer gave a wave to his comrades and watched the patrol cars being escorted by the other policemen. He noted how late it was and deemed it improper for kids of their age to go out alone at night, especially with what just happened to Jennifer. Predators are always out and about, often disguising themselves as kind and charitable people before they seize your moment of weakness to take advantage of you. Or sometimes they just take advantage of people when they think they can, motives for committing a crime doesn't need to be complex, they just have to exist.

“I can give you kids a ride home, it’s the least I can do for you. Taking down 5 crooks on your own is very impressive, none worse for wear too.” Alarm bells rang in Ben’s head, that is the last thing he wants. God forbid if their parents found out they were involved in something like this. He waved off his hands, knowing that the girls and him were still waiting for dinner and that takes precedence over anything else.

“Its fine! We don’t want our folks to worry.” The older man glanced at the trio's puppy dog eyes, and reluctantly gave into their demands.

“Ugh my superior might reprimand me for this but alright. Just don’t play the hero next time okay? Your lives are more important than this.” The message struck a familiar chord within Ben, he merely smiled and nodded. It’s been ages since he helped someone in need and it was as exhilarating as he hoped it would be. Years later, he still knows how to kick butt.

“Got it.” As the crowd dispersed and the officers went back into their vehicles, Jennifer slowly walked up to Ben and clasped both hands together.

“Ben, thank you.” The emotionally charged tone of sincerity made Ben smile, she didn’t need to thank him at all. Anyone in his shoes would have helped her, what he did today should be the rule, not the exception. 

“No problem, as long as you're okay.” Jennifer’s lips curled upwards and found themselves planted on his cheek. The lingering and soft kiss froze Ben solid for the moment as audible gasps from Julie and Gwen just sold the scene. She slowly pulled back with her low drooped eyes showing much affection and admiration.

“I won’t forget you.” The husky whisper from the beautiful actress stammered the steadfast swordsman of the west. He fumbled his words and found his heart thumping rapidly against his chest, that was the first kiss he ever received from a girl!

“Y-Yeah, you too.” She slowly let go and entered the limousine, but not before placing her hand on the glass and waving goodbye to Ben. The brunette stood there and found her manager walking towards him with a card in hand.

“Here, I normally don’t give Jennifer’s number out but I think you should have this. All phone calls to her normally go through me but I will make a special exception for you Ben.” The watchless hero took the card in hand and found himself stoked at the fact a celebrity phone number was within his grasp. Still, they trusted him enough to give it to him and he would do well to not betray their trust or gloat around in public. Chances are, Jennifer has few friends similar to her age group and most actors and actresses she worked with were more like workplace colleagues and acquaintances.

“Tell Jennifer that I will call her some time.” The agent beamed a smile and nodded before entering the limousine. Soon enough, the caravan of vehicles soon drives off into the distance, leaving the trio to their own devices. Ben grinned and turned around to show the girls that he got a celebrities phone number, only to be met with displeased expression from the two girls with Julie particularly vexed.

It was at that moment that Ben knew, he was screwed.

“Uh sorry about the chili fries.” God and he didn’t even get to eat his chili fries! He tossed them aside when he confronted the idiots, now hungry, cold and exhausted, Ben also had to deal with Julie’s foul mood. 

“Mhmm.” The passive aggressive tone from her sealed Ben’s fate. He knew her long enough that she was angry and he didn’t need to be told why. He turned to his only savior in hopes she could say something to diffuse the situation and act as a mediator of the group.

“Let’s go for dinner.” The esteemed judo practitioner placed her arms around Julie and Ben’s shoulders, pushing them together shoulder to shoulder. Ben was thankful to his cousin’s intervention and leaned forward to get a peek of Julie.

“Sounds good to me! Julie?” She crossed her arms and sighed, they would speak to each other late once her hunger is sated.

“Fine.” Akin to defusing the world’s most complicated bomb, Gwen led the pair to the nearby diner and ordered their dinner. The conversation they had was- well they weren’t any. Gwen glanced back forth between the two with the two preoccupied with their phones rather than talking to each other. Even when dinner arrived, the tasty burgers and fries did little to boost their mood or spirits and it seemed they were in a deadlock of who would start talking first. Now as far as Gwen is concerned, her cousin did nothing wrong and in fact Ben should be commended for his act of bravery. On the other hand, she perfectly understood Julie’s feelings and position. This requires them to resolve their underlying tensions and feelings for one another, which means talking.

“I need to use the bathroom, be right back.” The sudden statement from her caused Ben to stare at her as if she had betrayed at his lowest moment, the two cousins exchanged telepathic messages with Gwen’s eyes ushering to Julie before back to Ben. After deciphering her message and realizing her intent, panic overwhelmed Ben for the moment when he had to discuss this situation head on with Julie without his cousin’s support. He cleared his throat and waited for Gwen to walk out of earshot before putting his phone down, now was his chance to straighten things out with her.

“Julie? Are you mad at me?” She barely looked up from her phone when she replied with a monotone voice.

“No.” Yeap, she definitely is.

“Come on, don’t be like that.” His tone quivered between pout and remorse. Julie placed her phone down and sighed, wondering why she is making a huge deal out of the kiss Ben received. It’s just a kiss! But her heart churned in the worst ways possible when Ben seemed to be elated and flustered by it.

“I’m not mad Ben, I’m just- frustrated.” Her chestnut coloured eyes stared at him, softening into a mellow and congratulatory look. She reached for his hands and interlocked their fingers together, grasping it tightly to let him know she wasn’t genuinely mad at him.

“What you did is a very good thing, and I’m very proud of you. Risking your life to help someone who needs it is very noble and selfless.” He let out a goofy smile at the praise from her, his eyes glanced at their clasped hands that emanated warmth and comfort.

“If what I did is such a good thing then why are you sulking?” The direct question took Julie by surprise, did he really have to ask at this point? She hardened her look and sat upright, giving Ben a serious gaze that questioned the nature of their relationship.

“Ben, do you want me to spell it out for you?” The strain and edge in her voice was obvious. They had danced around their relationship long enough, no one seemed to take the first step or at least, nobody was vocal enough to make it clear what they wanted from each other. For Ben, he was content with what they have but it was clear Julie wanted to take things further.

“No.” The downcast expression from him made her squeeze their clasped hands. Their eyes met again with Julie speaking a softer tone, her cheeks flushed lightly and her eyes avoiding Ben’s emerald orbs.

“I know I'm being very petty and unreasonable right now, I’m not angry at you Ben, I’m angry at myself. She didn’t even hesitate to kiss you while I-” Her bitter and self loathing sentence was halted when a finger was placed on her lips. Her crimson red cheeks and rapidly beating heartbeat was further amplified when Ben’s charming smile melted her heart. She tensed up and squeezed her thighs together to suppress her internally squealing emotions when he cupped her cheeks, caressing it softly with his thumb that just sent euphoric pleasures down her spine.

“I know Julie.” The sweet serenade voice and the soft velvety eyes that took her breath away. She wanted to scream and flop on the floor like a fish on dry land right now! She cleared her throat and gripped her drink tight, any more force and Ben swore the glass would break into smithereens. Realizing the severe effects he had on her, he sheepishly let go and retreated his hands, awkwardly staring at her who seemed dazed by his affections.

Julie briefly recovered from her flustered condition and sighed internally at how much of a fool she is, being jealous at Jennifer just because she wasn’t the one to give Ben a kiss was just uncalled for. Sure, both of them are aware of their feelings for one another but neither of them can stop each other from pursuing a relationship with others. The half Asian American took a deep breath and decided to make things right. She walked up to sit down next to him, before Ben could question her actions, she leaned forward and gave her first kiss to Ben’s cheek. Unlike Jennifer’s short peck, the kiss Julie gave was long and sensual. Her brown eyes darkened for a moment and Ben swore he heard a moan from her as she applied more force into the kiss. Her hands naturally reached their way behind his hair and ruffled them softly, twirling and patting his hair like the good boy he is. Time seemed to stand still for a moment and Julie parted her lips from him with a playful smile plastered on her face.

“You’re a hero, you know that?” Ben’s puffing red cheeks and bursting steam from his ears made her giggled at his stupor. He had dreamt for this to happen for years and he is not afraid to say it! He recovered from his initial shock and placed a hand where Julie kissed him, meekly looking away from Julie as the assertive teenager leaned against his arm akin to an affectionate starved cat.

But just before the two could bask with their affection for one another,  a phone call from her father managed to ruin the tender moment. She sighed and answered the phone, merely grunting her answers out. Just when things between them seemed to be progressing, fate just likes to throw a spanner in the works.

“My dad is here, I have to go.” A little disappointing but at least he make out with Julie- I mean make up! They make up with one another and are on good terms again. The dashing hero of Bellwood nodded and paid for the bill for dinner, he accompanied her outside and saw Julie’s father already patiently waiting in his car. Wait, didn't they sit near the window seat? Did he saw them-

“Bye Ben.” It was clear she wanted to make a move but with her father watching them, Julie decided that she would muster the courage to do something when it’s just the two of them. 

“Good night Julie.” The two reluctantly part ways with Ben waving the entire time. Once she buckled her seatbelt up, Ben watched the Yamamoto family slowly drive out of the mall, leaving him alone to his own devices. He sighed and touched the cheek where Julie kissed him again, smiling subconsciously at the absolute win he scored tonight.

“Wow.” He leaped forward when the voice of his cousin sprang to his ears. He swiftly turned around and felt livid at the sight of a thoroughly impressed Gwen Tennyson.

“Gwen! W-Were you watching?” The mana wielder smirked and crossed her arms, oh she was watching alright. The entire ordeal between the two and the suave move from her cousin was akin to watching a romantic drama. So much suspense, gushing and rooting for the main protagonist to get with the heroine. Every little detail and heart throbbing moment was just juicy to a romance fanatic like Gwen.

“How could I not?” He cringed at the horrific implications, the whole diner saw him cupping Julie’s cheeks and staring into her eyes all lovey-dovey now didn’t they? He is not going to go back there for at least a month! He burrowed his face into hands, hoping to the stars and aliens above that Gwen did not record that scene with her phone. Knowing her, she probably did.

Gwen rolled her eyes over his antics and placed a hand on his shoulders. They were so close to confessing their heartfelt feelings to one another, probably could have chosen a better and less crowded setting, but they were getting there nevertheless.

“Just ask her out already, what are you waiting for?” The uncharacteristic frown from him worried Gwen. He has always been confident and laid-back in everything he does, but the subtle signs of insecurities were evident when Ben kept rubbing his wrist with his other hand, the very same wrist that the Omnitrix latched onto. 

“I don’t know if I’m good enough for her.” It was a rare moment of self reflection and Gwen honestly didn’t know how long Ben felt this way. In her eyes, her cousin has become a very dependable person. Sweet, sensitive and even funny, traits which are all highly desirable in Julie’s eyes. She squeezed his shoulders and stared right back at him, sternly raising her voice to assert her opinion and stance.

“Ben, Julie clearly thinks you are.” He raised up to his cousin’s eyes and smiled at the unwavering support and encouragement for her. She’s by far the biggest Benlie shipper around him, in fact if it weren’t for Gwen’s persistence they might not have gone this far together as friends. With renewed confidence surging within him and the fact Julie had made her feelings clear, Ben’s lips curled upwards and gave a determined nod. It was time for him to reciprocate them, no more dodging feelings or leaving her guessing, he must make it clear.

“I will ask her out tomorrow.” Finally the ship had started sailing! The head helmswoman cheered and hugged Ben close, earning a chuckle from him.

Sweat glistened on her forehead, dribbling from her forehead slowly down to the side of her cheek. Her legs were sore from the intensive footwork and her arms were fatigued from the handshock and weight of the racquet. With stamina levels near depletion, this was her last ditch effort to win the match. The score was even and both players knew they only had one shot at this, one last swing and one last strike. The crowd were mostly cheering her opponent on and she found little support on her side, yet that didn’t matter.

Ben was here, and that was all the support she needed.

“GOOOO JULIE!” Shouting on the top of his lungs, Ben’s eccentric and excited roar drew many looks from the spectators. The rallying cry of support inspired and invigorated Julie’s spirit, and of a sudden the weight of her muscles vanished and the unbridled fire of determination consumed her body. Nimbly as she goes, she manages to sidestep at the last second to return the serve back to her opponent, angling just far enough until the ball hits the service box.

Julie’s eyes lit up and she did a fist pump to the air once she realized she won, drawing the applause of the crowd despite not rooting for her. Ben quickly stood up and clapped for her, knowing how important the tennis matches are to her. He waited for her to shake hands with her opponent and bid separate ways before walking down the bleachers to congratulate her.

“You did great Julie!” The aspiring Tennis player waved to him and held her racquet with both hands.  

“Thanks, I couldn't have done it without your support.” She attempted to hug him when she stopped halfway through, her body was covered in sweat and the awkward motion of the half-hug made her chuckle in embarrassment.

“Sorry, I’m sweating a bunch-” She was instantly silenced when Ben hugged her regardless, the temperatures in her body skyrocketed instantly and she felt her exhausted legs jello from the intimate embrace from him.  

“I’m proud of you Julie.” Ben had certainly become more honest and affectionate after that night, to the point where he no longer felt cold feet to hug her or shower her with praise and physical affection. He is still an endearing dork though.

“Umm shower.” The meek tone made the young Tennyson break off the hug. He held his left arm and nodded with his eyes darting around, perhaps he came off a little too strong there.

“Right! Yes, showers are important. I-I’ll wait outside.” The affable teenager waved to her and stood at the bleachers. He exhaled and brought out his phone, pulling out the saved location of the restaurant he spent hours on end researching on a good date night. He struck a secret deal with his father and he hopes his mother was left out of it because lord forbid her finding out.

It wasn’t long when Julie walked out of the school sport center and waved to Ben. He quickly practiced the right sentence he wished to say, in the exact order and tone. A quick revision that intensified with speed with every step Julie took, he was borderline whisper rapping when she stood before him and she shot him a weird look at why he was mumbling so fast.

“Hey Julie uh, you hungry?” The young lady is starving but given how nervous Ben was, she had a suspicion that something was amiss. Whenever they decide something for dinner they usually go for their old favourites.

“I’m starving, what do you have in mind?” Ben merely showed his phone to her and Julie swiped up to see the restaurant. Her eyes lit up at the familiar and sorely missed cuisine that she long had craved for.

“Japanese food?” Ben nodded and stood up, all according to plan.

“Yakiniku. I thought it would be nice to try.” Julie’s mouth practically watered at the thought, savory and flavourful, every skewer is grilled with the fat simmering and caramelizing the lean meat. It’s been ages since she had something divine and Ben was wise to bring her out!

“Is Gwen joining?” He clicked his tongue and gestured his hands around in the air, it seemed Julie was catching onto his intent already.

“No no, it’s just us.” Her institutions flared wildly, color her wrong but is Ben Tennyson asking her out on a date? This wasn’t the usual hangout around dinner, the intent and the amount of planning behind this made it clear he had something special in store for her. Still, she needed to poke enough questions first before she got her hopes up.

“Isn’t it expensive?” Ben had saved up his allowance just for this occasion and his father even agreed to sponsor half of the bill, so as long he does the house chores on his behalf for a week.

“Don’t worry about it, my treat.” Julie couldn’t help but to smile, Ben really is asking her out on a date and is willing to pay for it, not that he needed too. The dork seemed so nervous with how much he is fidgeting, a trait she finds cute. Did he really think she would reject him? 

The former hero rubbed his neck and looked aside, darting his eyes between the grass and Julie’s hazel eyes.

“Umm, you can wear something nice for tonight, we meet at 7?” The poorly phrased sentence made Julie perked one hand on her hips, boy does he have a long way to go in wooing girls. Actually no, Julie much prefers an awkward Ben Tennyson than a casanova one.

“What I’m wearing now isn’t nice?” The subtle tone of anger behind voice made Ben shake his hands in front of him like a madman.

“No! That’s not what I meant! Just- nicer?” She chuckled at his flustered state and decided not to toy with him. She’s been waiting for this moment for a long time, no need to make it difficult for him. She placed both hands behind her back and leaned forward, the playful and ecstatic look on her face was super adorable.  

“I’ll see you tonight Ben, I’m looking forward to it.” Ben’s heartbeat rapidly skyrocketed, okay he is in! The hard part is over, now was time for the preparation for the date. He waved goodbye to her and rushed towards his bicycle to get ready for his date when Julie patted his shoulders.

“Can you drop me off Ben? I forgot to ask my dad to pick me up.” The sheepish smile was met with a thumbs up from the charming teenager.

“Sure, hold on tight.” Adjusting his seat for the moment, Ben waited for Julie to get onto the rear rack and sat sideways with her tennis bag on her lap. 

“Ready?” She nodded and leaned her head against Ben’s back for support. The magical bike ride to home thus began, the clear afternoon sky was bright and blue, birds were chirping and there was scarcely any traffic. The journey was silent throughout the ride but both of them appreciated each other’s company enough where no words were needed. The brunette peddled forward, passing through trees, shop lots and houses before they finally reached Julie’s place.

“Thanks Ben, I’ll see you tonight.” The young lad waved to her and watched her enter her house safely. Now time was of the essence and he had a limited window of preparation to get everything done. He kicked off the brakes and cycled at mach speed, zipping and zapping through different neighborhood blocks. It wasn’t long when he reached home and bursted into his house like the world’s most professional superhero.

‘Shower, deodorant, cologne, gel your hair.’ He ran upstairs and practically tossed his clothes aside to tend to his hygiene. After drying himself with the towel, he pulled out his best sets of ironed clothes he had for casual wear and tossed them to the bed, wrinkling them in the process. Jeans, black shirt and gray jacket, the dull colour palette made Ben wish he shopped for more colorful clothes just for this occasion.

“Ben? Is everything okay?” The voice of his mother from behind was followed by a knock to the door. He turned around and reassured her that everything is okay and he is definitely not panicking or nervous at all.

“Yeah mom, everything is fine.” Sandra narrowed her eyes, she could tell when her son was lying to her. She glanced at his getup, combed hair and even cologne! Clearly he is making an effort to go all out, which meant this was important.

“You look fidgety… oh! Oh! Tonight is the night isn’t it, you’re taking Julie out.” Ben lamented that his mother knew, his father must have told her. It was inevitable after all, she can be quite astute to his personal life if aliens are not involved.

“Yeah.” The bashful reply from her son made her chuckle, she patted his shoulders and reassured him that she is here for him.

“Hehe, don’t be so nervous Ben. Sandra is here to help!” It wasn’t ideal but having a mother’s advice is something he needs right now.

“Should I get her flowers mom?” Sandra crossed her arms and sat on his bed.

“Does Julie like flowers?” He glanced up the ceiling, rubbing his chin to recall if Julie liked any particular flowers. She doesn’t seem to like flowers, unlike Gwen who loves yellow roses.

“I don’t think so, never heard her say which was her favorite.”

“Then why do you suggest getting one for her?” Because every movie about teenage romance always has the guy buy flowers for the girl? Ben doesn’t know! He is working on limited knowledge here!

“I don’t know, every guy who goes on dates always brings flowers for the girl right?” Sandra sighed and tempered his panicked nature with a more calm question.

“What does Julie like?” Food? Tennis? Practically everything he loves, she loves it too.

“Uh a lot of things.” The blonde haired mother bumped his shoulders.

“Name them Ben.” He extended his hand out and began to count with his fingers.

“Tennis, Sumo Slammers, chili Fries, sci-fi movies and chocolate- oh I can get chocolate for her.” Sandra grinned and pushed away hair strands to the side, combing and smothering Ben's hair to maintain his fringe.

“See? Other guys aren’t asking Julie Yamamoto out, you are Ben Tennyson.” He smiled at his mother’s words and nodded.

“Be myself.” There was something cheesy but heartwarming about that. Julie liked him for being him and he liked her because of her mellow and accepting nature. The two shared common interests and just generally get along, they have a special relationship and Ben won’t trade that for anything.

“It’s the reason why she likes you honey, don’t be someone else for her okay?” 

“Got it.” The proud mother hugged him close to her, to which Ben reciprocated with a warm hug too.

“Is our boy ready for his date?” The boisterous sound of Carl Tennyson echoed through the house while Ben wanted nothing but to jump outside the window with how loud he was. God, does he want the whole world to know? The older man appeared in the door frame and had a big grin on his face, obviously stoked and proud that his son was finally asking Miss Yamamoto out.

“Dad, can we swing by Patisserie La Soleil? I need to buy some chocolates for Julie.” He furrowed his eyebrows, that place is known for their high quality but affordable chocolates and parfaits. But considering this is a date, Ben can go for a more luxury brand.

“Why there of all places?” 

“Julie likes the cute designs of the chocolate, it’s also not too sweet but savoury enough.” The patisserie is themed after nekos, or cats. Practically every design of the chocolate is cat related with the pawlike chocolate design being the most popular. Carl smirked and was mildly impressed that his son knew so much about Julie.

“Aww, how considerate, you really know her well.” Sandra sighed and leaned her head against her cheek.

“Wish you did the same for us.” The offhand comment made Ben winced, man she really is making him feel bad. He patted his mother’s shoulders and attempted to say something when his father rolled his eyes over the pitiful acting from his wife.

“Okay, okay no more guilt-tripping Sandra, let’s get Ben that chocolate!” She smiled and grasped his hand, seemingly giving her blessing and good luck before the father and son duo descended downstairs. They entered the car with Ben in the front seat, glancing at his phone and texting Julie as the car started to move. The patisserie was located near the yakiniku place, which is quite the distance from their house.

The radio station blared out catchy tunes with a familiar starlet’s voice catching Ben’s interest. It seems Jennifer had started her music career with big named labels behind her success. As promised, the two had talked over the phone and sometimes Ben would find himself messaging her throughout the night. She confided many of her frustrations, insecurities and childhood difficulties she had in her life and was just glad he was there to listen to her. Nobody had provided that safe space for her before and Ben for one was glad he was able to help her anyway he could. In many ways, he was probably her first real friend outside of work.

“You know Ben, your mother and I are really proud of you.” He paused scrolling his phone and realized his father had muted the radio, signaling that he was having a serious and important conversation with him. Usually it is when Ben does something wrong and he gets lectured, but this time it seemed to be the opposite.

“Where’s this coming from?” His father’s face was serious but he did loose a small smile.

“Julie’s father Mr Yamamoto called me the other night, said that you've been very kind to Julie throughout the years. You made her feel welcomed in Bellwood, safe even.” That was news to Ben, he knew Julie had his parents’ number in the event of an emergency contact. But to hear Mr Yamamoto express his gratitude to his father because he made Julie welcome is strange.

“Welcomed?” Carl nodded and continued to drive.

“Her father migrated to America from Japan, but things haven’t always been smooth sailing for them. There’s nasty folks around, folks who can’t tolerate others just because they are a little different from them.” Ben stared at the road ahead, narrowing his eyes at the unfortunate news. Julie had never told him this before and chances are, she never will because she didn’t want him to worry or treat her any differently.

“That’s not right.” Carl couldn’t be more proud of his boy, always one to stand up for others.

“It isn’t. But it's hard to change someone’s perspective or beliefs, especially if they've been believing it their entire lives. Most of these folks are just following what they've been taught at a young age.” The young Tennyson could understand that, sometimes people are brought up in a certain way and are molded by the environment they grew up in. To expect everyone in the world to get along with people who are different from them is nothing short of naive. Even so, the Omnitrix bearer had walked in the shoes of other lifeforms before, so he understood what it's like to be different.

“How do you change their way of thinking, dad?” 

“Talk.” Ben raised his eyebrows, was it that simple?

“Just like that?” Carl nodded and turned the steering wheel to the left.

“Gotta start from somewhere. If you can’t get a conversation going, then it’s hard to build bridges. One day you will meet these kinds of people, and might even be forced to work with them. So try to find common ground where both parties can win, and maybe one day, you might convince them to see the other way.” Change is slow and gradual, and for change to happen you must be willing to give up something. Sometimes its power, other times its ideals, whatever it is, change is inevitable and Ben hoped that one day everyone can see eye to eye with one another. Wishful thinking on his part, but one can always dream. 

“I will keep that in mind.” The car rolled up to the patisserie’s front and Carl pulled out the Benjamins from his wallet.

“Go get that chocolate.” Ben took the money and patted his dad’s shoulder before walking into the premise. He scouted out for a peculiar cute design and weighed his choices between it being too cute that Julie couldn’t bear the thought to eat it, or something more simple and generic. Torn by the heavens and his decisions, Ben opted for the middle ground within his budget and found something not too romantically inclined, but enough to express his feelings for her.

‘I’m putting way too much thought into buying chocolate.’ He paused before going to the cashier and picked out something that both his parents would appreciate. After paying and entering the car, the Tennyson mobile headed off to the nearby yakiniku place. As expected, the parking lot was already full with many hungry customers already queuing up by the door. 

“By the way, Mr Yamamoto would be sending you home.” Ben, who opened the door with one foot out, immediately retracted his leg in and closed the door. He slowly stared at his father as if Vilgax had appeared from the depths of null void itself.

“What?” Carl chuckled at his son's livid tone and properly explained himself.

“A gentleman’s agreement we made before agreeing to your date.” So they were in cahoots, Ben should have known that Mr Yamamoto was made aware. Wait, does that mean Julie knew he was asking her out already? Is that why she agreed to it so quickly? He shook his head, now was not the time. 

“Good luck Ben!” He waved to his father and entered the restaurant, bypassing the long queue in the process. Carl stared at the restaurant and gave an exhale, kids grow up so fast don’t they? His eyes were drawn to the seat where Ben sat and realized there was a box of chocolate with a note attached.

Thanks for everything dad, make sure you share this with mom or you will never hear the end of it.

“He bought us chocolates, heh.” The older Tennyson sighed in affection before realizing his son practically used the money he gave him to buy chocolate for them.

The sound of cheers and laughter reached Ben’s ears, with many customers sitting shoulder to shoulder in the bar session of the Yakiniku. The jubilant atmosphere and the sizzling sound of meat being grilled was just a whole new vibe. The reservationist greeted Ben and presumed that he had a reservation given the cut through the queue. 

“Hello sir, may I get your table?” Preemptively booked for the occasion, Ben hoped that he arrived on time given it was 7:17 PM.

“Hi, I’m Ben Tennyson, I’ve booked a reservation for two.” She glanced at her tablet to bring out the table names and nodded.

“Ah, yes 7 PM right? Please follow me. Miss Yamamoto is already here.” He figured that she would be punctual on time, he followed the waitress into the private room that is far away from the noisy customers and hid the chocolate behind his back. He pushed the noren apart, the cloth divider often found in many Japanese establishments. The first glance inside and his eyes was instantly drawn to Julie who looked up from her phone. 

“Hi Ben.”

“Hey Julie, sorry I’m late. Wow, you looked great.” She wore a sleeveless white top with a beige cardigan over and a pleated short gray skirt. She looked elegant in her clothes but it matches her style and overall aesthetic. 

“Thanks! Gwen picked this one out for me.” As expected of his cousin, she has fine taste. The young man awkwardly sat in front of her and pulled out the chocolate gift wrapped in the finest materials, for the cheapest price. 

“I bought you chocolate, it’s your favourite.” Julie recognized that packaging anywhere, she slowly took the chocolate and stared at Ben, the little fidgets, the look of anticipation and the pink cheeks. It really sold Julie that Ben put a lot of effort into this, and she appreciates a hard worker.

“We can have it for dessert later.” The two shared smiles with one another and given the nature of their outing, it was kinda awkward when they knew this was a date and not a normal hangout. Fortunately, they were saved by the waitresses bringing in the menu.

Ben decided to spend big, so he ordered beef, pork and lamb slices with the high marbling and fat intensity. Onions, garlic and enoki mushrooms wrapped in bacon and an assortment of appetizers just to fill their stomachs. Their order soon came rolling in a cart with the stacks of meat made Julie grin ear to ear, though she would have to burn these calories off later, she would feast on the now and worry about the later.

“Itadakimasu.” As the waitress left the pair to the grill, Ben took his solemn duty and oath as the griller. His culinary skills know no bounds and he couldn't possibly screw up something as simple as grilling raw meat. First, he used the chunk of fats to spread around the grill and then he placed the leek and onions in to caramelize it. Finally he placed individual pieces of meat onto the grill and sprinkled bits of salt and seasoning just to intensify the flavour. The first cooked beef slice was done and Ben used his superb chopstick skills to place it on Julie’s plate, much to her amusement since she was the one who taught him how to use them.

“You don’t have to feed me Ben, I can grill it myself.” He let out a little noise of embarrassment. He should just treat this like a normal outing and see how things go. Julie picked up the meat with her chopsticks and dipped into the sauce before consuming it, the nods of approval soon followed and Ben hoped that the dinner was worth its price.

“How is it?” Julie gave a thumbs up to him.

“It tastes just like home, I really like the leek and onions caramelizing, it gives the meat so much more flavour!” Tender and lean, each cut and cube of meat they grilled had fat and oil leaking from it. Ben had his first bite of medium rare beef and felt like he almost entered heaven for the moment with how good it is. Who would have thought food can make you feel euphoric.

“Dis is so gewd.” Julie giggled at Ben’s expression, the two exchanged chuckles and laughter when they talked about their week and the latest juicy gossip in schools. Their shared interest and how intertwined their daily lives were became apparent with never ending conversations about class drama, relationship rumors and their latest achievement in sports and video games. With each plate gradually emptying by the minute, the pair found themselves finishing all of the meat and appetizers. The feast fit for an emperor soon concluded with Ben double checking the receipt in case there were any orders missing. The very long list made his wallet quiver in absolute fear, he is not going to financially recover from this.  

“Oof I’m full.” He leaned against the cushioned couch, feeling utterly incapable of moving or having any room for seconds. His plate was wiped clean, with even the watermelon slices’ rind devoured too.

“Dessert?” The sight of Julie holding a piece of chocolate in her mouth and offering the box to Ben instantly shot him up. He attempted to reach for one when she retreated her hand at the last second, seemingly scheming for something. 

And boy was he glad she did.

Julie strutted her way to Ben’s side and sat down next to him, she loosened her cardigan and placed it to the side, leaning her bare shoulders towards Ben who also felt the need to toss his jacket aside because of his body’s rising temperature. The assertive teenager held the box of chocolate in one hand and took each individual piece out, twirling it around with her fingers as they slowly inched forward to his mouth. The young Tennyson, realizing what was happening, slowly opened his mouth and bit down on the chocolate. The sweet and savoury taste was one thing, but the intense gaze from Julie Yamaoto invoked a different type of emotions within Ben as she slowly pushed her finger deeper into his mouth until his lips grazed her dainty finger.

“Good?” Ben only nodded dumbly, this was not the direction he thought the date would go, but he ain’t complaining. He reached for the spare pieces of chocolate and brought it to Julie’s lips, she didn’t even hesitate to open her mouth to eat the chocolate with her lips slowly enveloping Ben’s fingers. The wet and warm cavern of her mouth nearly fried Ben’s brain as she sensually stared at Ben with her lips slowly pulling out from his index finger coated in chocolate.

“Mwah.” His fingers were cleaned off the chocolate stain by her talented tongue, her flexibility allowed it to reach part of Ben’s finger he never thought possible. He ignored the rising heat and growth from his pants and felt cornered like a prey to its predator. Internally, his body and mind was screaming at the situation he found himself in, he never thought Julie was capable of- that!

“T-Thanks.” She chuckled sexily at his stammering and red cheeks, she intends to finish all of the chocolate tonight with Ben. Now with her feminine body close to him and her cardigan tossed aside, Ben could finally see her curves often hidden behind her hoodie. Their feeding session continues with the pair getting bolder and bolder with the manner they fed each other. No words were spoken, no explanation was needed between them yet they fully understood that this was the pace they wanted to go. They slowly leaned their forehead against each other, with Julie biting one end of the chocolate and Ben breaking the other end off. The lingering gazes and the thumping heartbeats continue when Ben cupped her cheeks, though the chocolate was sweet, he craved for something more succulent and moist, and Julie’s lips looked remarkably soft and tantalizing right now. The two locked eyes and leaned forward, their lips near kissing distance when-

A god damn phone call.

The mood breaking ringtone from the wretched device broke the otherwise raunchy tension, it brought the pair to their senses at what they were actually doing and how far they have gone. Flustered and bashful red, Ben scowled at the timely interruption and decided not to hold back anymore.No hesitation and no reservations, he cupped her cheeks and pulled her into a kiss, widening her eyes at the bold and audacious act by Ben. Taken aback by the aggressive yet soft lips from Ben, Julie closed her eyes and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss. Sloppy, messy and utterly high on adrenaline, the two moaned and made the most out of their first kiss together. Their wandering hands explored each other's bodies and their arousal reached a record high. Ben felt Julie's fingers touched his biceps before they slowly inched to his broad chest and sunk her fingers into his muscles, she skillfully unhooked his cumbersome jacket off and Ben sensually rubbed her hiked up waist to touch her bare stomach. The growls and squelch from their kiss continued when they parted lips for some much needed oxygen.

Dazed and flushed, the string of saliva between them and the realization of how far they have gone brought back the skittish side of them. The two friends slowly sat away from each other with Julie’s phone still going off throughout their tongue tied kiss. Ben quickly wiped away his lips with his arm and stammered his request out to her.

“Y-You should answer that.” The height of his arousal and emotions gradually wore off and Ben looked away with his eyes darting the floor. He could still taste the chocolate in his mouth and the soft tongue that thoroughly explored his mouth.

“R-Right.” Julie smoothed out her clothes and hiked up skirt, hoping to look presentable before answering the phone. She widened her eyes that it was her father that was calling and quickly answered. 

“Otousan? Oh you’re here already? What? It’s 10 PM already? Okay, we will meet you outside.” The call ended with the pair staring at each other, the disbelief of what they have done, the where do we go from here thoughts, everything was now thrust upon them. Julie bit her lower lip and squeezed her thighs together, gosh it’s so awkward now. 

“Time flies huh.” The statement from Ben managed to break the air of discomfort. He simply flashed an awkward smile at her which Julie returned back.

“Only when you have a good time.” Ben held his breath and slowly released them, he sheepishly looked away and sat upright.

“So did you have a good time?” The raven haired beauty tapped her finger against her lips, feigning contemplation just to mess with Ben. The poor boy looked like he was about to faint with how much anxiety was building up within him when Julie gave him an answer. 

“Hmm.” She sat closer and closer until she climbed above Ben and straddled on top of his lap. Her arms were wrapped around his neck with her pelvis pushed against his lower regions. Ben on instinct held her waist close to him, his eyes dilating rapidly from the absolute sight of Julie’s bedroom eyes gazing upon him in such an assertive and dominating manner.

“What do you think Ben?” The sultry whisper from her sent all of his neurons ablaze. He seized the chance to lean his head against her forehead, if he was a tad bolder and wasn’t freaking out, he would have kissed her again and again. Unfortunately, her father was waiting for them and the fun is over, well at least for tonight.

The couple of friends managed to make themselves look proper before exiting their private room. Ben paid for the bill and occasionally glanced back at Julie who sheepishly rubbed her other arm. Before they could exit the premise, she linked Ben’s arm and insisted they walk off outside like this, to which Ben responded by caressing her hand.

The sight of Julie linking his arm with Ben confirmed all of Mr Yamamoto's suspicions. He merely let out a smile and watched the pair walking towards his car, no wonder they lost track of time.

“Sorry for being late dad.” He nodded at his daughter’s words and glanced at the rear view mirror with Ben properly seated. The ride back home was quiet and perhaps tense, the two friends exchanged looks through reflection of their car but it was an otherwise smooth ride. It wasn’t long before they reached the Yamamoto place, with Ben escorting Julie to the front door to say their goodbyes out of earshot from her father.

The deskmates were tongue tied, what do they say after they make out with one another like that? Neither of them were expecting anything further than a kiss on the cheek or a simple peck to the lips. Julie placed her hands on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly with her eyes staring softly into Ben’s.

“I had a wonderful night.” The simple yet sweet statement from her drew a smile from Ben. Things didn’t need to be complicated, they enjoyed their time together and never regretted it. 

“Me too.” It was a memorable night that’s for sure, Ben is going to have trouble sleeping now, god is he going to have trouble sleeping.

“See you on Monday.” She took a moment and leaned forward to kiss his cheek, though nothing as raunchy and raw as their kiss in the restaurant, was still heartfelt and sensual enough to make Ben flustered. She chuckled at his response and entered her house, waving goodbye to him in the process.

“B-Bye.” 

“Ehem.” The voice of Julie’s father behind him made Ben jump up, he had forgotten her father was watching them. He gulped and sat in the front seat, embracing for a potential grueling session with the man on the way back to home. The Honda sedan carried the two to the Tennyson residence, the lack of traffic meant it was a smooth and quiet drive. So thick and unnerving was the tension that Ben found himself staring out of the window, watching the buildings and shop passing by in a blur.

“Do you like Julie?” The direct statement from the Japanese father sent a clear enough message to Ben. He turned towards him and gave a serious response to show his sincerity in dating Julie.

“Yes.” The response from him was long and Ben wondered if he ever earned his approval in the first place. Yet the rare smile from Mr Yamamot quickly had him at ease.

“Good, you will be her first boyfriend. Even if things don't work out between you two, I hope you can still remain as friends.” It was a no brainer on Ben’s part, but he understood his sentiments perfectly. If they do break up or feel like they aren't compatible with one another, they can break the relationship off on good and friendly terms.

“Of course.” The subsequent nods of gratitude from him gave Ben much relief and comfort. The vehicle soon arrived at the Tennyson household, Ben unbuckled his seatbelt to exit the car.

“Good night Mr Yamamoto, thank you for driving me home.” The older gentleman loosened into a smile, he could practically smell the scent of his daughter’s perfume on the young man. The crinkled clothes and messy hair meant the two were handsy with one another, but he was wise enough to not mention it. 

“You’re welcome. You should drop by for dinner sometime.” Ben’s eyes lit up and he nodded excitedly. He gave a short bow and bid farewell to Julie’s father as the car sped off, leaving Ben in front of his house with nothing but his thoughts.

“I’m tired.” Mentally, physically and definitely emotionally, the date went swimmingly. It started normal, like two friends hanging out until the chocolate came into action and Julie showed her appreciation to him by giving him chocolate, perhaps Ben's best purchase ever.

‘I can’t believe I kissed her.’ He touched his lips and felt his spinning head finally cleared from the addle and mush. The succulent lips, the passionate moans, they way they kept touching and hugging one another, god it was so messy and hot. Ben buried his face in his hands, realizing that after a few days of post-kiss clarity, they would meet on Monday again. W-What do they say to each other? What do they do? Pretend that kiss didn’t happen and carry on as usual?

‘I guess we didn’t make it clear what kind of relationship we want, let’s see how it goes.’ Go with the flow and see where it goes, that works fine for Ben Tennyson. So as long as their relationship is not strained or awkward and they can still share a laugh with each other, this arrangement works fine for him.

The brunette noted that the house’s lights were still on, which is odd as his parents would be asleep by now. He mentally braced for his parents prowling at the door, no doubt his mother is anxiously pacing back and forth, wondering if the date went well or not. With a twist of key, Ben unlocked the door and quickly made the dash to his room when his mother ambushed him from the living room.

“Oh no you don’t mister, you have to tell us everything!” Trapped and cornered, Ben sighed when his mother held his shoulders and pulled him to the living room couch. His father looked unamused as always and sighed at the antics from the blonde. His wife had insisted they sit in the living room to wait for Ben, it was for his safety she said, all a bunch of lies.

“Sandra please.” Sandra pouted and sat down next to Ben, she held his shoulders and excitedly poked his chest. Her son just went on a date with Julie! How could she not be excited and thrilled?

“What? Aren’t you even a little curious about what happened? It’s Ben’s first date!” Carl stared at the tired wooden plank that is his son, the absolute dead expression on his face made the father sighed. Ben just survived Mr Yamamoto’s session and now he must survive his mother’s too.

“He can tell us all about it during breakfast, let him rest. It’s already 11 PM and we have to see my brother tomorrow.” Thankful for his father's divine intervention, Ben kissed his mother good night as she crossed her arms. She would wring the information out of him in the morning, no way the pair didn’t do anything frisky with the scent of Julie practically all over her.

Finally retreated back to the sanctity that is his mancave, Ben walked into the bathroom to shower and attend to his oral hygiene. The cold waters worked wonders to soothe his muscles, though the occasion visit to the kiss he had with Julie did meant he had to stay in the shower longer. Once dried, clothed and thoroughly prepared to sleep for a thousand summers, Ben flopped down onto his bed like a fish and let out a long tired sigh.

Until his phone started to ring.

“Oh man, who is it?” Groaning and grunting, Ben reached for his phone and sighed when he saw Gwen’s name on the caller ID, great now Gwen wants to grill him for information too. 

“Dweeb?” The tired and done tone was a stark contrast to Gwen’s high energy voice.

“You went out with Julie?” He readjusted his legs underneath the blanket and turned on the air condition with his remote. Undoubtedly, Julie must have told her about the dinner date, hopefully she didn’t mention the kiss because Gwen would tease him about it like no tomorrow.

“Let me guess, she told you.” 

“Of course! I heard her side of the story, now I want to hear yours too.” Sighing what it seems like the thousandth time, Ben leaned against his fluffed up pillow and spoke in a livid voice. He just wants to sleep and he still has to wake up early tomorrow because he is going to Gwen’s place, so why can’t it wait until then?

“Can’t this wait Gwen? I’m going to your place tomorrow.” The redhead wasn’t having any of it, she wanted to know now .

“Nuh uh, I’m not letting you off the hook this easily.” Man, she can be so insufferable sometimes.

“What do you want to know Gwen?” The soft cheer from her was adorable though, Ben heard the sound of fabric moving, presumably she is also getting snuggly under her covers too.

“Did you ask her out?” What kind of question is that? Didn’t she call him because she knew?

“What do you think I just did for the past 4 hours?” The cranky and annoyed voice of Ben Tennyson was met with a stern reply from his cousin.

“Formally Ben.”

“No, we just hung out and had dinner.” She suspected that much but now the juicy questions were up for grabs and she wanted to know if her cousin went in for the kill.

“Did you two kiss?” The vivid imagery of him making out with Julie with his Jacket being stripped by her was going to be stuck in his head now isn’t it?

“Umm, yeah.” Immediately, Ben regretted the decision to tell her as Gwen went overdrive with her questions.

“Really!? How was it! Who made the first move? How long did that kiss last? Did you kiss her on the lips or the cheek? Who said I love you first? What-” 

“Slow down Gwen. I-I was the one who kissed her and yes it's on the lips.” She was surprised that Ben had the ball to do it, she really underestimated her cousin sometimes. 

“Never thought you have it in you, good job Ben! I assumed it wasn’t a short kiss?” The haughty tone from her made him blushed, how did she know they were having a tongue o war battle and his hands were touching her bare skin as much as possible?

“Why did you say that?” Gwen knew him long enough to know that whenever he put in effort into something he likes, he really goes all the way.

“Well you’re type to commit to something you like.” Ben stared at the ceiling, that’s really one way to describe him. He scratched his cheek and spoke sheepishly, maybe telling Gwen everything won’t be a bad idea since he is at a loss at what to do.

“Yeah it was quite long.” The mellow and shy tone from him made Gwen’s heart squeal, her cousin finally got his first kiss and he liked it!

“Did it felt nice?” Speaking out of personal curiosity herself, she hugged her legs one arm and eagerly waited for his reply.

“It did, it’s very- intense.” Gwen was almost frothing at that point, she could already envision the two passionate making out with one another with Ben taking the lead. It left Gwen in a blushing mood just to think about how assertive Ben and Julie can be sometimes. Even before this, the two had this unresolved sexual tension with one another whenever they hangout.

“Ooh, Oooh! French kiss?” Ben slumped down to his pillows and stared at the picture frame of him and Julie together when they were 11.

“Kinda? I honestly wasn’t thinking straight when I kissed her and just blanked out when she kissed me back.” The sorceress shifted left and right on her bed, her two best friends are finally dating one another, or are they?

“So you two are steady now?” Ben didn’t know the answer to that either, they didn’t really talk about their relationship and just ended there. Maybe if they kissed longer though it might be different.

“We didn’t talk about that, we just kissed and the date ended.” Hearing how bummed out he is, Gwen offered her support by encouraging him that he is on the right path.

“You’re getting there and Julie totally feels the same way by the way, she wouldn't have returned the kiss otherwise. This is very good news Ben, keep it up okay?” Like a trainer coach motivating him to do better, Ben beamed at the unwavering support from his cousin and nodded.

“Yes ma’am.” Gwen glanced at her digital clock and noted that it was already midnight, she would ask Ben the details tomorrow.

“Okay, okay I will let you sleep. Good night Ben, see you tomorrow.” Ben yawned and said his goodbye in his drowsy state. He placed his phone on the nightstand and turned off the light in his room. Sleep came naturally to Ben Tennyson and within his slumbering state he found himself muttering Julie’s name throughout the night. 

Chapter Text

“In the latest news, parts of America have been experiencing unprecedented drops of temperature and sudden snowfall as of recent weeks. The meteorological department had yet to ascertain the reason behind the rapid change of weather and advise all residents to stay alert for sudden drops of temperature.” The weather reporter spoke with urgency in her voice, synoptic weather charts in the background showed a large drop in temperatures in southern states, with Bellwood particularly affected by snowfall. Sandra sighed at the news and rubbed her temples, all of her flowers and crops in the garden would wilted under the sudden hail and frost. The past few weeks had erratic weather disrupting roads, with monsoons and snows rolling in from the northern hemisphere and descending down the south. 

The sound of footfalls descending the stairs caught her attention and she smiled when her son greeted her with his training bag slung across his shoulders. Despite the colder climate they found themselves in, Ben was still dedicated to his hobby and sacred arts. His commitment is commendable if not absurd.

“Are you off to George’s?” Ben gave a thumbs up, though the weather wasn’t ideal, he still maintains that every class and session should not be canceled unless necessary. Besides, dueling with a grandmaster in the midst of a snowy field is such a cool setting.

“Yeah. Do you want me to buy any groceries on the way back? We should stock up right?” Sandra waved his concerns off, Carl was already ahead of them hours ago. The dutiful father had expressed deep concern about the change of weather for the past few weeks and preemptively went to the hardware store to buy a snow shovel and a portable heater. They already have padded winter clothing on the and weatherstrips at the ready.

“No need! Your father is already running the errands. Cycle carefully and slowly okay? Weather has been all over the place lately. Be back before 6, we’re having the birthday celebration here.” Ah yes the birthday. Today marks the 14th birthday of the Tennyson cousins, though it never snows in Bellwood due to its geographic location and close proximity to warm oceans, this year marks their first ever winter celebration. His cousin and him had always thought sharing birthdays together was lame, but they did appreciate the special and unique bond they shared that was akin to twins rather than cousins as they grew older.

“Will do mom.” Donning a pair of gloves, Ben exited the door and inhaled the crisp cool air of the chilly weather. There wasn’t any snow on their front porch unlike reported in the media, but the temperature is certainly frigid. He cycled his way to Bellwood Senior Village, passing by kids jumping in joy in anticipation for a snowy December while restaurants serving hot stew and soup were filled to the brim with customers seeking for a hearty dish. The thin layer of ice on the roads made Ben reduce his speed drastically and he slowly cycled forward until he reached the retirement home for seniors. After greeting the nurses dressed in fluffy coats and stylish scarfs, Ben entered the warm insulated building and exited to the frigid courtyard with snow piling near the windows.

“George?” The courtyard of the village was devoid of people, Ben pushed the sliding door of the building aside and entered the sparring grounds. He looked around and dropped his duffel bag down, with the pommel of his training blade sticking out of the sides. He narrowed his eyes over the eerie silence and found it strange that George was nowhere to be found. He narrowed his eyes when tracks footprints were visible, leading from where George would normally sit.

The sound of a high velocity object coming straight at him was parried at the last second by his wooden sword, Ben swiftly binded the blade and smacked the assailant’s weapon to the side to create a distance between them. Snow from the heavens continued to fall with Ben assuming an ox guard stance, eyeing his opponent who was impressed by his quick reflexes.

“Not bad.” The grizzled voice of a veteran swordmaster made Ben drop his guard and perched one hand on his hip, this was totally uncalled for!

“You gotta stop ambushing me like that! What if you actually knock me out and the nurses happen to stumble upon my lifeless body?” George scoffed and brushed his concerns off, what he is hearing now is excuses from this protege.

“Nonsense, you are well versed in my tactics enough to anticipate my move, and I would never leave a body out in the open.” Ben wasn’t sure what’s more concerning, the fact George would do this again or the fact he had hidden a body before. Knowing his master’s feat, he won’t put it above him to have experience in that. 

“Maybe next time I should let you hit me just to see Joy's reaction.” Despite the nurse’s mellow and sweet nature, she can be absolutely terrifying when it comes to maintaining orders and the rule of law in the retirement home. No one dares to oppose or infuriate her, lest you want to taste her wrath and the ferocious anger laced behind her sweet smile. George chuckled and walked towards the nearby chairs and tables, with a peculiar object that seemed to be tucked away from sight.

“You’ve really grown, Ben.” The uncharacteristic reflective tone from George drew a look from his student. He personally didn’t think he grew much but every adult around him seemed to think otherwise.

“Getting sentimental on me huh.” The seasoned knight nodded, placing the tip of the blade onto the grassy field covered with a thin layer of ice and melted snow.

“At my age, it’s easy to get sentimental about anything.” The poignant sentence was a constant reminder to Ben that life would eventually stop giving you things and start to take them away from you. A reality that he honestly hasn’t learned to accept yet. He clapped his hands to dispel the dour mood and placed the flat side of the blade against his shoulder.

“So what will it be today? Liechtenauers? Kendo? Baritsu-” His rambling was cut short when George pulled out a medieval longsword with brown leather scabbard from the chair. The elegant sword was presented to Ben in two hands with a solemn expression plastered on George’s wrinkled features.

“This sword has been with me for a very long time, it has served me well throughout the many years of service.” The raw emotional voice was thick and low, he merely handed the sword forward to Ben and ushered him to accept it. The young student was in total disbelief, this gift came out of nowhere, it was such a beautiful and elegant blade that Ben didn’t feel worthy to accept it from an esteemed swordsman like George himself.

“You’re giving it to me?” His hands trembled as it reached the sheath, holding it tightly his hands. Ben felt invigorated, inspired even by the weight of the blade in his hands. His master simply smiled and spoke matter of factly.  

“Today is your 14th birthday, I figured I will give you something memorable.” Ben broke down into a childlike grin, he took the blade and began to inspect it. He unsheathed the sword and marveled at the excellent craftsmanship. Despite its age and years of service, the steel sword was still sharp and rigid. He briefly sheathed back the blade and stared at George, a sword for his birthday? Now, that’s the coolest gift he ever received.

“How did you know it was my birthday today?” George crossed his arms and spoke plainly.

“I asked Max.” Ben chuckled at the blunt reply and admired his sword again, perfectly well-balanced weight, not too top heavy and excellent cutting profile taper. He still can’t believe that George is giving this to him, with no conditions or strings attached?

“There’s no test? No duels or defeating you in combat to prove myself worthy?” The veteran shook his head and placed his hands behind his back, it seemed Ben missed the entire point of why he took him under his wing.

“Our sparring session was never to prove if you can defeat me, it’s to show your growth and how far you have come. Beating me was never the point, making you learn is. As for whether you are worthy or not, time will tell.” The validation and praise surged Ben’s heart and spirits. He felt absolutely speechless, what can he say or do to show his appreciation for him? George has been a great and patient teacher, he never had to entertain a child like him or teach him the art of fighting yet he did. Every mistake he made was a room for improvement, and George had taught him much when it comes to personal growth.

“Thank you George, you spent all this time teaching me how to fight, and now you’re giving me something precious. I never thought-” The old man cackled at how much his student was choking up, the boy is both a warrior and a poet, a fine trait every man should have. As an old soul who had seen many empires rise and fall, he was well aware that power and greed can corrupt a soul. Power should never be used for chauvinism, it should be used for chivalry.

“Hah, who’s the sentimental one now?” Ignoring his red eyes, Ben  rubbed the tears in his eyes away with his sleeves and held his scabbard tight with one hand. 

“I taught you everything I know Ben, at least when it comes to armed combat. Life advice and how to look as good as I am at my age, well that is a discussion for another day.” Ben found the string of words from George peculiar, the way he phrased it made it seemed like this would be the last time they would train together.

“But I still can’t beat you.” George didn’t doubt his pupil’s ability to exceed expectations, especially his. Ben’s instinct for combat and martial prowess is fascinating, given enough dedication and training, he would rival even the most esteemed of paladins.

“In a couple of years you might, keep on practicing.” Ben grinned and cheers to that, beating George in a sword duel has always been his biggest motivator to train himself to be better. It was a mountain to overcome, one which pushed to climb higher and higher everyday just to reach the summit.

“Thank you George, you’re a good teacher.” The snow continued to fall, decorating the streets and fields in the shade of white. The silver haired gentleman stared at the cloudy skies above. Winter had arrived in Bellwood, filled with frost and rime. These are unusual times. 

“I have unfinished business that requires my attention, I will be leaving Bellwood soon.” Ben nearly had a whiplash at George’s serious and blunt statement that was a juxtaposition to his jovial mood earlier. He seemed awfully concerned and pensive, which is rare for the stoic and calm warrior. 

“So sudden?” George pulled a foreign coin from his pocket, flipping it up in the air before catching it with his palm. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his fist, indeed it is sudden for this to happen.

“Unfortunately so. Take heart Ben, I will return once I conclude my business.” The lack of information and details meant George wanted him to stay out of this, but that didn’t mean Ben wasn’t keen on lending his aid.

“When would you be leaving?”

“Tomorrow, I figured this might be our last session together, my return is not guaranteed.” Ben refused to believe that this would be their last seeing each other, was the sword a farewell gift as well? There were so many questions he wanted to ask yet he set them aside. He tightened his grip on the sword and placed his other hand on his chest, offering his assistance immediately.

“This sounds serious, do you need my help?” George wielded a wry smile. Ben doesn’t have the slightest idea what he is up against.

“No, I won’t involve you in my own affairs. I can handle this on my own. Just remember what I taught you and don’t fail my teachings. That way, you honour my legacy.” With no room for concession or debate, Ben respected George’s decision and lowered his head. Whatever he is up against, it cannot be anything of the norm. He doubt this was financial or family related, this has to be something far more worse that he personally must see to it himself.

“I understand.” The pair stood in the fields when the abundance of snowfall began to increase with intensity. It seemed the snowstorm had started to make its way to Bellwood. Ben extended his hand out and caught the falling snowflakes, the bone piercing chill just made his body tingle.

“It’s snowing heavily.” The childlike innocence in his voice was amplified when he turned his palm and let the powdery snow to slip off. George narrowed his eyes and stared up at the sky again, he spent decades living in Bellwood and snow had ever fallen on the warm soil before. This was extraordinary… alien even.

“So it begins.” The gruff whisper made Ben look at him, what’s with the ominous messages here? The old man turned to his disciple and allayed his concern by placing a hand on his shoulder, reminding him that today was his special day.

“You should head home to see your folks before the blizzard engulfs the roads. Don’t want the birthday boy to be late to his own party now do we?” Ben placed a hand on George’s arm and ushered him to join him. If this was indeed the last time they would see each other, the least he can do is invite him to Gwen and his birthday.

“George, you’re more than welcome to join. Come with me and let’s-” The hand from George stopped his sentence midway, the calm and stoic expression meant his mind was set and he had no intention of changing it.

“I appreciate the gesture Ben, but you should head home now before the snow piles up. Please.” George’s stoic expression soon broke into a smile when Ben rushed forward to give him a hug, he chuckled and reciprocated the embrace, knowing his student was having a hard time digesting that he would leave him.

“Take care George.” The heartfelt goodbye made George nod, he never sire children before and now, he can see why many of his companions left a life of chivalry for family. Ben was as close to family as he could get, and he does not use the term lightly.

“You too lad.” The two parted ways with Ben acknowledging that this might be the last time the two see each other again. Whatever business George has may not have a simple solution, nor would it be solved amicably. Barely anyone words were spoken when George gave a squeeze to his shoulders before walking off into the main activity hall of the retirement center.

The urgency behind George’s decision to leave made Ben question if his master is really up to the task. But with the piles of snow gradually thickening by the moment and the skies quickly darkening due to the spell of winter, he conceded that he should head home as soon as possible. The bone chilling cold pierced through his thin jacket and he had to stop a handful of times given how slippery the roads were and how unequipped his bike tyres were.

‘Maybe I should head to Gwen’s place.’ With his cousin's house being nearer, he decided that seeking refuge at her place with warm cocoa and comfy blankets seemed like the next best thing. He cycled forward and soon reached her house, the frost tinted windows and snow piling on top of their roofs was a sight for sore eyes. He quickly unlocked the door and entered the house, slamming the door shut behind him to prevent the cold air from seeping in.

“Hey Gwen.” The sight of his cousin wearing a sweater and a stylish red scarf wrapped around her neck really brought out the festive vibes. Their christmas tree was still in the living room given that a few days ago was Christmas and they celebrated over at his place.

“Ben! You okay? It’s freezing outside.” He smiled at her concern and welcomed the warm hug from her. He honestly couldn’t believe how frigid it is outside, Bellwood never experienced anything like this before.

“Is Auntie Natalie and Uncle Frank out?” She nodded and sat down on the living room couch with her study materials scattered across the table.

“Mhmm, some last minute grocery shopping, they would head straight to your place to drop the groceries before picking me up.” Their birthday was a special occasion given that they shared it, both Tennyson families arguably had become closer because of the cousins. Gwen peeked behind and found her eyes glued to the scabbard Ben had tucked at his bag. She gasped and inspected closer, eagerly unzipping his it to take out the sword.

“Is this a sword?” Ben chuckled at her sparkling eyes and placed his duffel bag near the door frame. His cousin looked absolutely enamored by his newly acquired sword, the thick yet rigid blade was of high quality steel with archaic engravings ornate on the blade.

“Yeah, George gave it to me, as a birthday gift.” She grinned and carefully handed the blade back to Ben. A sword for a birthday gift is every boy’s dream no? Her cousin did take after the typical swordsman etiquette, loyal-bound and a deep respect for others. But his skills with the blade had always been elusive to her, she had never seen him in action before. 

“That’s so cool.” Ben merely smiled and took the scabbard with his hands.

“Yeah.” Gwen blinked at the downtrodden demeanor from him, what’s with the low spirits here? He just received what arguably is the best gift in his life, well right after the Omnitrix that is.

“You okay? You don’t look happy that you got a sword for your birthday.” He shrugged and tightened his grip on the blade, knowing that his mentor’s return to Bellwood was not certain and the blade was just given to him as a memorabilia.

“George is leaving Bellwood for unfinished business, and I don’t know when he will be back.” She knew how much George meant to Ben, he respected him very much and often spoke about his strength and mysterious past. The redhead placed a hand on his shoulder and pointed to the backyard with her thumb.

“Why don’t you show me what you learned? I always wanted to see you flourish your sword.” His features returned to a smile, Gwen always knew how to cheer him up. The pair of cousins entered the backdoor and were greeted by the strong gust of wind, they giggled their way back and Ben began to pull out Winterfang from his scabbard- and yes, that’s the name of the sword he just made up because it was given to him during snowy winter.

In an effort to show off what he learned to his cousin, he flourished the sword with his hand, despite its cumbersome weight fit for a two-handed wielding, Ben managed to spin it around and did some basic stances to Gwen. The fundamentals such as footwork, guards and explaining in detail why certain techniques work well and different stances work for different situations made Gwen smile, he really is into this.

“You really love this don’t you?” Hearing him nerd out like it was Sumo Slammers was just adorable. Ben calmed himself from the needless rambling and rested the blade on his shoulders. Though a European longsword is cool, Ben is just waiting to get his hands on a real life katana and flourishing it under the light of a full moon with sakura petals showering him.

“It’s cool.” The straightforward reply made her chuckle. She glanced around to see if any nosy neighbors were about before standing upright with her eyes glowing in a familiar pink glow.

“Gwen?” Intrigued by his cousin’s usage of magic, Ben really felt like he was playing an RPG game with knights and wizards of the yore. The sorceress’s hands were imbued with mana and she took a combative stance, signaling that she wanted to spar with him.

“It will be fun, come on.” Ben raised his eyebrows, perhaps they have been out of action for far too long that she is getting bored. It won’t hurt to spar with one another, Gwen is already his teacher when it comes to Karate and Judo.

“I’m more worried about the sword.” The fragility of a sword must be reinforced here, they aren’t made with mystical steel that can be lodged through concrete and stones like it’s nothing. They bend, they break and are brittle. But magic seemed to solve all real life problems and physics when Gwen enhanced his blade with his white glow, she muttered a few mantras and immediately it was engulfed in a soft white aura that strengthened its durability.

“There.” She said that as if it was nothing, kudos to his favourite cousin for being awesome.

“Whoa you can do that?” Gwen proudly places her hand on her hips, she is far more capable than anyone can give her credit for.

“I can do a lot of things.” Well he would never doubt his overachiever of a cousin. The two locked eyes with Ben using an on guard position to slowly get in close, given he is up against a ranged opponent that can also shield herself, he would need to catch her off guard instead of relentless strikes that would leave him open.

Gwen maintained a stoic expression, her eyes glowing softly before she conjured a beam of concentrated mana towards her cousin. The subsequent barrage of projectiles was parried and reflected by Ben, which was odd given it should have exploded on him on impact. Speaking of exploding on impact…

“Oops.” The nearby flower pot innocently standing there was smashed into a million pieces by the stray projectile that Ben deflected. Gwen and Ben stopped what they were doing and looked amongst each other for a brief moment, before continuing to duel each other with Gwen’s eyes glowing again. Ben charged forward and slashed the grasping energy claw from his cousin with an uppercut before he instantly side-stepped and used the momentum of his motions to do a downward strike. She managed to catch the blade with her shield but one misstep from her footing caused her to step on the slippery sleet of the pavement, she gasped and felt herself falling backwards when a pair of arms managed to catch her before the fall.

“Careful.” Suave as always, Ben held her in his arms and used his knees to support both of their weight. She briefly levitated herself upright and planted both feet on the ground. To think she lost because she stepped on some slippery ice, anticlimactic and lame. It made Gwen wonder how many historical battles were won because their opponent tripped over a rock? 

“Thanks Ben, you’re really quick.” The swordsman sheathed his blade and glanced at the flower pot they destroyed which was magically reassembled together by Gwen with telekinesis. Man magic is super unfair, what else can she do?

The pair of cousins retreated back into their abode to avoid the increasingly low temperatures of the cold outside and plopped down onto the sofa. Unfortunately, they do not have any heaters in their house given that winter isn’t really a thing in Bellwood so they had to resort to body warmth. 

“So, any plans for your 14th birthday?” The cousins sat shoulder to shoulder, with Gwen leaning onto Ben’s sides with a couch pillow in her arms. The TV that was barely used due to modern day streaming services was finally turned on for updates on the weather, and for the first time it didn’t involve live football matches, olympics or national elections.

“I could ask you the same question.” Ben shrugged and leaned his head onto the sofa. He already had the best birthday gift anyone can ask for, the celebration party they have can be simple and nice, just like always.

“Nothing grand, let’s just celebrate it like we always do at my place.” As they grew older, birthday parties became less exciting or glamorous. In fact, they started to treat it like another day with extra sprinkles. Still, the occasions where they blew out birthday candles and their family sang happy birthday songs together still tugged their heartstrings.

“Small but cozy, I like that.” The drowsy murmurs from her are signs of great comfort. Ben ignored his cousin leaning her entire weight on him and tapped his fingers on his phone. Yet as daylight dwindled and the white noise of the TV played in the background, the cold piercing winds of winter managed to seep into their poorly insulated homes. Ben looked outside the sliding glass door and was amazed by how much snow was beginning to pile up, in fact it looked like a blizzard had just engulfed the entire neighborhood. Visibility was at an all time low with a potential whiteout waiting to happen.

“Man, where did all this snow come from?” Gwen sighed and scrolled her phone for any live updates of the rapidly developing situation. 

“The effects of climate change seem to get worse and worse, it won't be long before we get seasonal floods too.” The male cousin turned off the phone and pushed Gwen’s shoulder slightly so she could sit upright. He let out a stretch and rubbed his hands together, he could practically see his frosty breath with every exhale.

“How about some hot chocolate to lift our spirits?” The simple solution to their winter woes, Gwen wholeheartedly agreed to the idea and followed Ben to the kitchen when the sound of high pitch static from the TV caught their attention.

“ We're interrupting this program with a breaking weather alert. A sudden and severe winter storm is rapidly intensifying across the midwest, bringing with it blizzard conditions and heavy snowfall.” Two reporters appeared on screen with grave and serious expressions plastered on their tired faces.

“ This is a developing situation, and the weather is deteriorating rapidly. We're receiving reports of whiteout conditions and near-zero visibility in several areas. Due to the extreme nature of this storm, authorities have issued a nationwide travel ban for all non-essential travel.” Gwen held her pillow tighter, frowning at the fact her parents had not called her yet. They are supposed to reach Ben’s place to drop off groceries and pick them up but now with a travel ban enforced, it seems unlikely for the cousins to celebrate their birthday with family.

“ That's right. Roads are becoming impassable due to heavy snow accumulation and blizzard conditions. If you are caught in the storm, please seek shelter immediately. Do not attempt to travel unless absolutely necessary.”

“ We're monitoring the situation closely and will provide updates as soon as more information becomes available. We urge everyone in the affected areas to stay indoors, stay warm, and check on your neighbors.” The broadcast soon ended with the regular programme returning to the TV. Gwen pulled out her phone and dialed her mother’s number, she needed to be sure they were okay first. She rapidly tapped her fingers against her lap, waiting in anticipation for her to pick up the phone. Her eyes lit up when her mother managed to pick up the call.

“Mom? Are you all okay? Yeah, we saw the news. Mhmm, you’re at Uncle Carl and Auntie Sandra’s house? Ben is here, don't worry. Sure I will pass the phone to him.” The only child picked up the phone from his cousin and sat down next to her.

“Hey Auntie Natalie. Mhmm, sure I don’t mind staying over. We will be fine, don't worry! Please look after my parents for me. Alright, good bye.” Gwen leaned forward and stared at her cousin, he let out a sigh and passed the phone back to her. Under these conditions, their parents had agreed to stay overnight at Ben’s place as road hazards and poor visibility just made it impossible to drive. 

“Looks like I’m staying overnight, so much for our birthday party huh.” Who knew a freak snowstorm would derail their plans, just their luck. The weather was still chilly during Christmas but now it seemed like a biblical snowstorm was sent by the heavens themselves. Still, they were lucky to be in the safety of their warm houses rather than being stranded outdoors or in the woods.  

“It can’t be helped, roads are blocked and a statewide emergency has been declared, let me get some blankets.” While his cousin went upstairs to her room to get the much needed warm blankets for them, Ben’s stomach growled, begging for sustenance and energy to keep his body warm. He went to the fridge to forage for any pre-made food or frozen lasagna, unfortunately everything in the fridge is all healthy organic vegetables that require cooking and cleaning.

“Gwen! Do we have anything to eat? I think takeout is out of the picture.” He shouted upstairs to his cousin and patiently waited for a reply, she responded by walking down with neatly folded blankets in her arms.

“How does smoked duck pasta with bell peppers sound? You can prepare the hot chocolate.” His stomach agreed with that answer and growled in agreement. Ben scooched to one side and brought out the cocoa powder, milk, sugar and marshmallows from the top cabinet. He turned on the electric stove and placed the saucepan when his eyes darted towards Gwen tying her hair up into a ponytail with her hair band placed between her lips. Their eyes for a moment and Gwen raised her eyebrows at the goofy smile from her cousin.

“What?” The HEMA practitioner leaned against the counter and crossed his arms, something about Gwen wearing an apron while they cooked together in the kitchen invoked a heartwarming feeling. It was like they were roommates or something.

“I don’t know, it’s kinda nice like this.” She thoroughly washed the bell peppers and brought out the cutting board from the rack, skillfully cutting them into slices and removing the stem with her knife.

“Being stuck in the biggest blizzard Bellwood has ever seen when we’re supposed to celebrate our birthdays with family?” The sarcasm made Ben chuckle, at least this would be a birthday they would never forget. He whisked the hot milk and added in the dry ingredients, blending the two together over the saucepan as the aromatic scent of chocolate filled his nostrils.  

“It’s kinda cool don’t you think? It will be a unique and memorable birthday.” Gwen didn’t doubt that, it's nice to be warm inside their house while it’s freezing out, but given the severity of the snowstorm and how underprepared Bellwood is, a power outage is all but certain.

“Until the power goes out.” Curt as always, Ben added dark chocolate into the mix for added aroma and continued to whisk until they melted fully. The smell of olive oil being sizzled on the pan and pot boiling with pasta was a stark contrast with the snow covered trees and grass outside the kitchen window.  

“Okay maybe it might be too cool.” With the hot chocolate finally prepared, Ben poured them into the respective mugs and sprinkled marshmallows on top of them. He giddily placed it on the tray and peered over Gwen’s shoulders in hopes she would finish cooking, unfortunately all Ben received was a shoo from her and a poke to his sides. The cousins’ antics were brought to a halt when Ben’s phone rang, and the caller was from Julie no less.

“Hello Julie? Yeah I’m okay? Me? I’m at Gwen’s place, kinda stuck right now. Mhmm, given the circumstances it’s hard to celebrate our birthdays since both our parents are stuck at my place. So it’s just me and Gwen now. Are you warm and safe?” Gwen listened to the conversation, occasionally her eyes would dart between the sauted ducks mixed with garlic and her cousin. She too was concerned about Julie and whether she's safe in the frigid winter.

“Kotatsu? Oh it’s one of those heated blankets right? I would like to try it with you one day. I-I mean just try it! With you there! By my side and not together! Haha, yeah. Stay safe okay? Bye!” The blunder from Ben made Gwen roll her eyes, he is still a dork despite exchanging a kiss with the raven haired teenager. From what she gathered, the two decided not to keep their relationship steady, at least not officially. Their special relationship was just cute to watch and infuriating to root for sometimes, just get together already, make it happen people! 

“How are you two still not a thing together? It's been months now.” The genuine frustrated voice from his cousin made Ben shake his hands sheepishly. Gwen can be quite direct and blunt when it comes to her feelings, which made Ben question why someone of her excessive qualities and character had not found someone yet. She has it all, brains, beauty and benevolence, maybe she’s a little shy when it comes to making first moves too.

“We are still working things out, I think we are comfortable with the relationship we have right now, it's kinda like a dance you know? The flow must be natural and comfortable.” The unimpressed look from his cousin made Ben sighed and slumped his shoulders, look he is trying his best here okay? Julie and him still hangout and occasionally flirt with one another, hell sometimes they would kiss discreetly without Gwen looking. They are basically an item right? Just sort of not official in a way. 

“Honestly, I wondered how this species managed to survive this long.” The little retort from her was followed by her straining the water from the pasta and tossing them into the skillet with the seasoned duck slices covered in red pepper, salt and garlic. Soon after much preparation and patience, their dinner was brought to the table with Gwen placing both servings on the dining table with the hot chocolate mug accompanying the plates.

“Let’s eat!” Ben didn’t need to be told twice, he rubbed his hands together and twirled his fork around the pasta. A home cooked dish by Gwen and a hot cocoa right by his side, their 14th birthday ain’t so bad after all. The snowy weather outside just invoked a nostalgic feeling of calm and tranquility. He held the mug in hand and blew the steam, the marshmallows melting and bobbing on top of the chocolate was just adorable as he wiggled the cup around. A soft giggle from Gwen flushed his cheeks, crap she caught him playing his food again didn’t she? The pair of cousins clunked their warm mugs together, savouring the hot chocolate that had a hint of cinnamon into it. This was honestly nice, just the two of them with no distractions or parents around.

And then the lights went out.

The Tennysons stared at one another and glanced at the TV that was now turned off. It appears Gwen’s earlier comment about power outages came a little too quickly, well at least they finished cooking before the interruption came. The darkness of the house was amplified by the winter skies outside. Ben took his phone out to get a look on the time, as expected it’s already 7 PM. 

“The power station must be hit by the snowstorm, I will text our parents and ask if they’re okay.” Quickly devouring their dinner, Gwen turned on her mobile data in hopes of reaching her father. Unfortunately, it seemed like the local service provider was also hit by the snowstorm, so they are back in the medieval ages without power or internet. She quickly tried calling them but to avail either.

“Can’t reach them.” Her downtrodden expression was brought back to a smile when Ben put an arm around her shoulder. 

“They will be okay, my dad went out earlier to the hardware store and bought some stuff to prepare for winter.” Arguably, they were better equipped for the power outage than Gwen and him. The frigid temperatures of rime and frost drew shivers down their spine, the hot cocoa that provided them warmth was now cold and finished. With no internet or entertainment, the cousins sat on the couch with their blankets over their bodies. The occasional ticking from the battery run grandfather clock and the sound of the snow falling to the ground was the only source of sound.

The two sat in continued silence for a long time, perhaps for minutes or hours they never knew. Yet drowsy Ben noticed the blizzard outside had started to let up, and howling winds of the north had started to die down with visibility gradually returning. He turned to Gwen and felt his face flushed lightly at how close she was to him, huddling together for warmth seemed wrong for a pair of cousins but given the circumstances, it can’t be helped. Still, Ben was kicking himself at how much he was staring at Gwen, maybe because there were no distractions and he could take in the moment to appreciate her company.

“The blizzard is lightening up.” His soft whisper echoed throughout the house, the absolute silence just seemed to amplify whatever noise they made. Now cleared of the storm and sleet, the cousins could clearly see the outside streets again despite the veil of darkness engulfing the neighborhood. Gwen’s lips curled upwards when a thought passed through her mind, she had just the activity they can do during a time like this. She placed the blankets aside and stood upright, her black thigh-high stockings provided much comfort and style to their current situation but it also accentuated her slim and voluptuous figure.

“Come upstairs Ben.” He raised his eyebrows over his cousin’s request but obliged nevertheless. He followed her to her bedroom and found the windows tinted with frost and slush. He let out a whistle when Gwen opened the window, but not without any struggles as ice seemed to glue them together. The sudden blast of cold air from the opened windows chattered their teeth but it wasn’t as intense as they initially thought.

“Where are we going?” Gwen shot him a look and merely pointed upwards of the roof. The brunette followed his cousin closely, careful to watch out for her incase she slipped off the slippery roofs. The cousins managed to climb above the rooftops without any trouble and Gwen used her powers to push aside all the snow for a dry spot to sit on. In fact, why didn’t she warm them up with her magic? 

‘Probably too energy intensive which is the last thing you want when conserving heat.’ He stared at his cousin and found it amusing she seemed to be comfortable sitting her ass on a roof filled with snow seconds ago.

“Never take you for the type to do this.” She scoffed at his backhanded compliment, she can be rebellious too! Just because she has perfect grades and never causes trouble for others doesn’t mean she likes following the rules, especially if they were set by her parents. Ben sat down next to her and stared up at the skies, his emerald green eyes sparkled in awe and wonder when the whole universe seemed to be within his view. The brush of blue, white and purple blended together perfectly the gradient sky filled with many stars twinkling and blinking about. For the first time since summer break, Ben’s memory rapidly flashed through the adventures and shenanigans that happened when he was 10.

“The stars are beautiful, I thought you could barely see the stars during winter.” The voice thick with emotion and disbelief crept a smile to Gwen’s lips, she was glad she brought him up here.

“Colder temperatures lead to lower humidity, meaning less water vapor in the air to scatter starlight. The cold air also reduces atmospheric turbulence which can distort the image of stars. That’s why during winter nights, you can see things clearer.” The scientific explanation explains a lot, it also explains why the sky seems brighter when it’s about to rain because the water droplets and moisture of the clouds scatters and refracts light. Ben seized the moment to stare at his cousin, she seemed deep in thought, perhaps having a philosophical debate or existential contemplation with herself. They were in their teens after all, soon enough they would go to college, get a job and settle down with a beloved. 

“Do you often go stargazing Gwen?” Barely dressed for the occasion, she sat closer to Ben and grazed their shoulders together.

“All the time, especially when I’m feeling stressed or down. It's good therapy for me.” No doubt Gwen is always stressed, oftentimes Ben can’t help but to worry how much is on her plate. She has so many responsibilities and duties that time together between them was getting shorter and shorter. As proud he is of her, he did missed the days where she was free to hangout with him whenever he asked for it.

“You know you've always been rooting me and Julie to be together, but I was wondering if there’s anyone you like.” She tilted her head to the side, wondering what spawned Ben’s curiosity of her personal love life. It’s true, she never expressed interest in any boys before, certainly there were the cute and hot ones but it never went more than physical attraction. Besides, she has so much going on her plate, adding a boyfriend there would complicate things further.

“Not at the moment.” Ben smirked and placed his hands behind his head, leaning his back onto the roof with Gwen by his side.

“Really? No cute boys or charming debonairs?” Gwen chuckled and waved him off, there were plenty of boys who fit those descriptions in her school, none of them caught her interest.

“They’re too immature for my taste and I prefer someone more sensitive and sweet.” That was not surprising to Ben, she always did seem to like those tough on the outside but sweet on the inside type of boys. The type that only she can make them open up to her emotionally and show their more vulnerable side.

“Like who?” The adoring emerald orbs from Ben stared back at her and Gwen found herself scowling at the improper thoughts rummaging through her head. She sat upright with her cheeks tinted red, using the cold as an excuse to end their little moment together.

“We should head back.” The abrupt end to their session made Ben sit upright, wondering if he had done anything wrong to upset her. Now devoid of her body warmth, he felt the bitter chill of Bellwood winter and exhaled the cold breath. Careful not to slip off the roof and fall to his horrible demise, Ben jumped back through the window and felt entombed into the freezer of a room. How can it be that it’s colder here than outside?

“Brr, why is it so cold?” Gwen closed the windows but left it ajar, allowing ventilation and air flow in their otherwise non-air conditioned room.

“Our houses aren’t built for winter, so heat tends to escape easily. Something that you don’t want during a freak blizzard.” Right, Bellwood has mild weather all year round, the occasional heatwave and storm was the only thing to worry about.

“Can barely see anything.” With only the light of the stars seeping through the windows, Gwen’s hands glowed pink with a ball of light floating in mid air.

“I will go get the candles, stay here and keep my bed warm.” Ben saluted and did just that, although he hesitated to sit in Gwen’s bed given- well it just feels wrong. Still, the warm covers and the fluffy duvet was enticing enough of an offer that Ben crossed his legs and sat on the queen sized bed. He looked around the room for a brief moment when the faint orange glow from the door frame caught his attention.

“Stay there, I can handle this.” He crossed his arms and watched in great interest that Gwen placed the candles around the room, creating a warm and vibrant glow. The flickering flames danced to the tune of winter while the wick of the candle slowly charred with every passing moment.

“I figured this is how you practice your magic, now we’re just missing chalk circles.” She chuckled in response and placed the last essential oil candle on her nightstand, right next to the picture of Ben and her when they were 10 years old. She shoo him aside and Ben rolled over to the other end of the bed. It seems they are now going to stay here since she went through all the effort lighting those candles up.

Ben pulled his phone out and decided to play a few offline games, jumping over platforms and slashing monsters, the pixel art game filled with atmospheric graphics, stellar story and fast fluid gameplay was recommended by Julie. His eyes darted from the screen to Gwen for a moment and found it amusing that she brought a book out already. 

“A novel?” Her collection of teenage novels about dystopian governments, fractured societies split into different factions, numerous book titles starting with “The” and novels about high school unrequited romances is honestly impressive. 

“Mhmm, Throne of Glass. It’s about an assassin who went from an imprisoned slave to becoming the king’s champion in order to win back her freedom.” That just sounds like gladiatorial combat to Ben, though history did have similar feats of pauper to prince stories. He laid his head on the pillow and placed the phone next to him, his eyes were beginning to strain from the excessive glare of his phone given how dark the room was even with the lit candles. 

“I will go shower first and don’t use your phone like that, it's bad for your eyes.” The stern lecture from his cousin made him sighed and turned to face the other direction. No Sumo Slammers, no Youtube, no texting Julie, how did people spend their time before sleeping back then? Twist and turned, Ben was getting restless over the lack of things to do. He grumpily sat upright and swung his legs over the bed, staring at his cousin’s room with a small smile. 

‘This is weird, it’s been a while since it’s just the two of us like this.’ Strangely tranquil, more so than in his own room even. Gwen’s room was neat and organized, everything was prim and proper with not a speck of dust seen on her table. It made him realize despite being so close with each other, they are very different people.

‘Some day she will have to leave for college.’ He frowned at that thought, even entertaining that just made his heart churned. It was safe to presume Gwen would enter the Ivy League and enroll in one of the most esteemed institutions America has to offer. For Ben and his mediocre grades, well he is content with going into any university, perhaps a sport focused one.

‘I wonder what’s her plan after college.’ It’s funny that he never directly asked her this before, in fact neither of them ever brought up what they wanted to be when they grow up. Gwen has ambitious career goals and dreams but she never made it clear which industry she was interested in. Ben personally has his own plans for his future, one which Gwen may or may not be happy with if she finds out. 

“Water is freezing, ugh I hope the power goes back on.” The voice of his cousin from the door made him turn his head. His body froze solid when Gwen appeared in her pajamas, the loose fitting shirt and long pants did little to hide her curves while her hair was still wet from the showers despite her best attempts at drying them. She sat down at her dresser table and proceeded to straighten her hair, oblivious to her cousin taking occasional peeks at her. The awkward silence of the room made Gwen slowly turn her head behind her, eyeing her cousin who seemed shy and bashful all of a sudden.

“What?” Caught off guard by his staring, Ben held the pillow on his lap and shook his head vehemently.

“N-Nothing. Umm, I’m going to shower too.” Skittish as he goes, Gwen raised her voice to remind Ben that his spare clothes were still in his duffel bag by the front door. She let out a sigh and continued to dry her hair with her microfiber towel. She hummed a soft tune and crossed her legs over one another, the soft glow of scented candles really had her at ease. Aromatherapeutic candles were a gift by Auntie Sandra during Christmas last year, their purpose was to provide stress relief and improve sleep qualities, both attributes which Gwen appreciates wholeheartedly. Now, they serve as light source and a calming mood setter.

Chilled to the bone by the gust of winter frost, Gwen rubbed her arms and brought her comb and towel to the comfort of her bed. She rested her legs under the covers and continued to straighten the strands of locks when the sound of her door creaking opened. Immediately, he eyed her cousin and shook her head over how wet his hair was. It’s freezing outside and he didn’t even bother drying it properly. The male Tennyson sat on the study chair close to the window and flinched visibly over the piercing cold of the wind. Rattling the windows and frosting the glass, the snowstorm seemed to be kicking up again.

“You’re going to freeze Ben. Come on, sit here.” The awfully inviting sight of Gwen patting the empty and lonely spot next to him made Ben fidget. The clothes he brought over were a little on the thin side, short t-shirt and long pants but it’s serviceable for modesty sake. The brunette sat next to his cousin and heard the sound of bed creaking over the increased weight.

“Did you even dry your hair?” Her motherly concern was met with a forward response. He always sleeps with his hair slightly wet because he always showers before he sleeps. Air dry is best dry.

“Yeah with a towel.” Gwen rolled her eyes and touched his hair, running her fingers through the obviously damp hair. She is not going to let her pillows be stained with his wet hair, not to mention the hair breakage that might harm his scalp.

“It’s still damp.” Grabbing his towel from his hand, Gwen draped the towel over his head and rubbed it softly. Ben felt his face slowly reddening but the shivering chills gradually subsided into a fiery warmth blazing his heart with the mellow and soft features from Gwen.  

“There, all dry.” He could still her fingers through the thin fabric of the towel and soon she rubbed the towels against his cheeks. The childish antics made him smile before he took the towel from her, expertly tossing it over the top rail of the study chair with much precision and accuracy. He ran a hand through his hair to get the fringe right and leaned on the pillows again, finally his aching body can relax on something soft and comfy. He turned to Gwen and rested his hand on his stomach, this is certainly one of the birthdays of all time.

“This is the lamest birthday isn’t it? No family, no party and no power.” Her nimble fingers closed the leatherbound book and placed it on the nightstand. She certainly didn’t think the birthday was lame, different yes but it’s also special and unique. Sometimes a simpler life is all you need to be happy.

“Not really. It feels strangely homey and cozy. I’m always so busy with my schedules that I rarely get the time to relax and have a calm night. No distractions, no parents and no planning ahead, just vibing with my cousin.” Alone together in their room, Ben leaned closer to Gwen to show his appreciation for her. In their private moments, they always opened their more vulnerable side with one another, confiding their fears, insecurities and moments of triumphs. For Gwen, Ben is surprisingly a good listener who will give solid life advice if you ask him for it, the witty one liners and the genuine heart to heart talk made her all mushy inside sometimes. For Ben, Gwen’s perspective of life and methodical approach to things gives him a balance to how he should handle his problems.

“It kinda reminds me of Summer Break, remember the campfire sessions we had with Grandpa Max?” How could she forget, no matter how bitter their bickerings or the amount of cold shoulders they gave to one another, they will always sit before the campfire and stare at the stars together, pointing out the different constellations with Gwen often correcting him on the made up names he gave them on the spot. Orion’s belt should definitely be called the bowman, essentially the same thing! 

“Things were somehow simpler back then.” Her voice trailed sentimentally, Ben leaned forward and interlocked their hands together, squeezing it lightly to let her know that they will always be together. Lips curled up between the cousins and Gwen continued to brush her hair slowly to loosen the tangles. 

“I always wondered how girls dried their long hair.” The inquisitive tone from her cousin made her chuckle at how curious he was. She presumed Julie never had a problem drying hers since she liked keeping them short.

“We usually use a hairdryer but not all the time, it damages the roots. So towel and air drying helps, brushing the hair helps detangle them and create volume. See?” The admittedly complicated process that goes to haircare made Ben question how much he doesn’t know when it comes to self-care. His mom frequently does yoga and is very conscious of her body, Julie also keeps in shape and is keen on her figure since tennis is her passion. Seeing his cat-like curiosity, Gwen handed the brush to him with her confident smile.

“Here.” The stalwart swordsman found himself at a crossroad when his cousin handed him the brush. He slowly reached out for it with his eyebrows furrowing at why she is offering her hairbrush to him.

 “What?” Her cousin can be a little slow sometimes, but she loved him the same.

“Brush my hair.” The blunt tone did little to make the situation less awkward, I mean thinly dressed nightwears, scented candles in a dark room and no adult supervision? That’s a level of intimacy that most couples would shy from in their age group, or not who knows? Teenagers can be wild.

“Umm, I don’t know how.” She expected that answer from him, in fact she would be more impressed if he did. She turned her back against him and sat upright, ushering him to practice with her.

“Good time to learn then. If Julie decides to grow out your hair, you know what to do.” The thought of a long hair ponytail Julie just invoked a primordial feeling within Ben, actually any changes of hairstyle done by Julie would probably make him feel flustered regardless, she looked cute with anything. Still, his cousin’s persistence did make him wonder why she is making a deal out of this.

“In what scenario will I get to brush her hair after she finished showering?” Gwen gave a long sighed, did she really have to explain to him?

“When you guys are dating, duh? After- you know.” The look of realization from Ben’s face was followed by a crimson red glow. The image of Julie clad only in her towel with water glistening from her smooth skin and flushed cheeks while her bedroom eyes beckoned him closer was just divine. He cleared his throat and held the brush at hand, slowly running his fingers onto his cousin’s hair with the faintest of hesitation.

A shiver of pleasure ran down Gwen’s spine, she bit her lower lip when Ben seemed enamored by her scented hair, twirling and tussling them with his fingers that defeated the purpose of him combing her hair. He managed to snap out of his primal instincts and began to brush the long auburn locks over her shoulders. His fingers gripped the handle of the brush tight, trembling forward as they went. The scent of her lavender conditioner permeating the room was both intoxicating and calming, yet it did little to calm Ben down from the thoughts of accidentally tangling or pulling her hair too hard with his clumsy fingers. The bristles kissed her silky strands, his hand movement awkward and robotic. But experience is a rewarding teacher and gradually over repeating motions, the movements become fluid and gentle, a rhythm has been established akin to ebb and flow. The sharp inhale from Gwen quickly made him stop as panic overwhelmed Ben, did he pull too hard? Did he hit a knot? Was he too rough with her?

“Does it hurt?” The hushed but soft whisper from him drew a tentative smile on her. She didn’t gasp because of pain, rather it was the opposite. She shyly looked away to the side, averting her green orbs to the pair of concerned eyes that pumped her heartbeat.

“A little, you have to be gentler.” Mustering the gentlest of motions, Ben’s sheer focus and commitment to his task drowned out reality and distorted the fabric of time and space. His once shaky hands were steady and firm, his strong fingers nimbly ran through her hairs with the soft caresses. It was a very strange feeling to Gwen, never had anyone pampered her so much before, and to think it came from her cousin of all people.

“I can hear you breathing loudly Ben.” The cheeky tone broke his lucid trance. He held the handle tight, he was so focused that he forgot that this was Gwen’s hair he was stroking. The soft and silky strands grazing against his fingertips was electrifying to touch, it almost gave off the same feeling of holding Julie’s hand. A concerning comparison all things considered.

“Sorry, just really nervous and concentrating.” The autumn haired lady accepted that explanation wholeheartedly. The amount of effort he is putting into this is commendable, Julie is lucky indeed.

“Mhmm, that’s a good response.” Taking that as a sign of good work, Ben continued and felt serenity washed over him as he eased into the flow. The frigid cold on the outside was nothing compared to the cozy situation he found himself in, what they were doing was intimate, profound and comforting.

“Good?” The eagerness for approval and job well done made Gwen giggle, he had skilled and delicate hands that’s for sure. She stroked her hair and smoothed it out, running her fingers again and again to feel the silky smooth locks devoid of friction or frizzle. 

“You’re not bad at this.” Now with Gwen facing him, Ben felt tongue-tied at how gorgeous she actually is. He was always aware she was attractive, given that the boys in his school always seemed to pester him about it. But now in the dimly lit room and the hush intimacy between them in her room, the plump and soft lips, the adoring emerald eyes that popped in the dark and the curvaceous body puberty had blessed her, she really is a total knockout through and through. Every sway of her body accentuated her large bosom hidden behind the fabric, the occasionally hiked up shirt showed glimpses of her bare waist and hips that made Ben shift his legs around the bed uncomfortably, and yet for all of the beauty and body her cousin exudes, it was the fact that he was glad to be stuck with her during a winter snowstorm more than anything.

The bitter fang of winter chill howled and hounded their windows, the little gap of the window was necessary given the air circulation and the lack of weatherstrips to retain heat. Ben sitting on the side of the bed near winter’s call shielded Gwen from most of the cold air and thoroughly felt it affects chilling his bones.

“You’re shivering Ben.” The brunette held the pillow tight to him to generate some warmth, but even the pillow was frozen solid by the long exposure to the cold.

“Y-Yeah, I am.” Pity of his shivering state, her maternal instincts flared up considerably. Gwen ignored the red cheeks creping onto her face and decided that practicality must take over prudence. She meekly shuffled closer to him and slipped to the covers next to him, pinning her body side by side to generate some friction and conserve body heat together.

“Better?” He mustered a nod to her quivering voice and leaned against her shoulders. The pair huddled closer and felt their respective hairs grazing and interlocking one another. The rhythmic breathing, the slow rise and fall of their chest was the only source of sound for the moment when Gwen’s warm hands grasped Ben’s much colder ones. The soothing warmth and the soft lithe touch sent a blaze down his heart, heating his body up considerably.

“Warmer.” She smiled with her eyes and laid against his head, relishing this rare moment they have together. It was an odd feeling for the both of them, arguably this was the first time any of them had done something like this together. Ben had always thought Julie would be the first girl he would share a night with, not in terms of sex but just sleeping together in each other's arms. Now, it was Gwen, at least at the rate they are going. In the shadows of the night, his eyes caught a box shaped item wrapped in what seems to be gift wrap on her study desk. The little ribbons and gift card on it seemed to indicate a birthday present of sorts, which quickly reminded Ben that he hadn't wished his cousin a happy birthday yet.

“I know it’s kinda late but happy birthday Gwen.” The sweet laced tone was reciprocated by a snuggly hug from her. Strongs arms were wrapped around each other with Ben’s hand instinctively stroking her luscious auburn hair that he brushed so tenderly before. Her nose buried on his chest with the soft nuzzle against his chin tickling his senses.

“You too Ben, happy birthday.” Content with the embrace they found themselves in, Ben pulled her closer to his body to capture the newfound heat they grasped. He briefly rubbed her back, feeling her soft body through her thin fabric of her nightwear.

“I would have given your present but it’s at home so no present.” The sheepish answer was met with a nervous one when Gwen keenly realized she doesn’t have an excuse. Her eyes darted to her study desk before going back to her cousin, an act that Ben keenly observed.

“Well mine is uh, I will give it to you once I receive mine.” He laughed at the reasoning and nodded, maybe she wanted the gift giving moment to be special. There was a time where he didn't get Gwen a birthday gift due his goldfish brain and she was pissed , refusing to talk to him for weeks when she went out of her way to get his. Needless to say, a guilty Ben had learned his lesson and had done the unthinkable, actually setting an alarm on his calendar.

“Deal.” The warm smiles gradually turned into pensive ones when Gwen bit her lower lip at how intimate they were with one another. Content and safe within his strong arms, she could feel him softly rubbing her shoulders in a steady back and forth motion. Her fingers touched his chest, feeling the broad and strong muscles that were a result of vigorous martial arts training and sports. Without thinking, she found herself dancing her fingers around his chest, twirling around certain sensitive areas with the faintest of wickedness. The feeling of satisfaction and power when he shuddered under her touch was just exhilarating and addictive. The wordless strokes of affection between them continued, with neither side bulging or giving up on their embrace around the other. The boundaries between cousins have been crossed, they are now in uncharted waters, seeing how much they can get away with without the other raising any alarm bells. Gwen stiffened a moan and tightened her thighs together to suppress the sensation of Ben’s hand rubbing the back of her bare sensitive neck. She felt her breathing increased with speed, her body flared up in heat. 

Perhaps cleared from his lust-addled mind, Ben stopped caressing her neck and realized the gravity of the situation when she shifted around the covers. This was Gwen, his paternal cousin and best friend, what he was doing here is sick to the core. Guilt rapidly consumed him and he retracted his hand, ashamed that he harbored impure thoughts about her when she was vulnerable and in need of comfort. He had once sworn to protect her, be her unwavering pillar of support and stay by her side, and now he had lost that right.

The sudden loss of warmth made Gwen raise her head up, she caught his guilt-ridden expression and attempted to reason with him when he took the covers hastily.

“I-I should leave.”  The bitter tone and ashamed tone was hushed by the strong hand clutching his arm firmly, her eyes softened to plead him to stay and while she never expressed it verbally, her body language told Ben enough that she didn’t feel weirded out by it, but he did. She tugged his arm towards her, ushering that he shouldn’t leave the comfort of their bed.

“There’s no heating and the living room is cold, you can stay here. I don’t mind.” A mixture of conflicting emotions stormed Ben’s mind, he knew Gwen long enough to tell apart the inflections of her voice and the meaning behind them. She wanted him to stay- begging even. His heart thumped widely, wondering if her intentions were completely pure, certainly his wasn't.  

“I guess I can sleep on the floor, any sleeping bags?” Gwen wasn’t having any of it, any resolved tensions or issues they have must be solved one way another. She disliked reading the mood or walking eggshells around others, nor was she afraid to be direct to her cousin whom she knew since birth. She interlocked his fingers again, squeezing their clasped hands to pull them on top of her luscious thighs.

“The floor is freezing, and I’m cold.” She was basically asking him to sleep in her bed to warm her up, it couldn’t get more forward than that. He contemplated the situation a bit more, two hormonal teenagers sharing a bed with one another, what could possibly go wrong? She is supposed to be the reasonable and mature one among them but maybe she’s just too exhausted and cold to consider the implications of two cousins sharing a bed together.

“You sure?” She was honestly surprised how reluctant he was, certainly her privacy and boundaries must be respected but she was the one offering here. She loved and trusted him enough to stay with her, perhaps in ways she never thought possible. Whatever comes out of their night together, it doesn't need to be awkward nor do they need to feel bad. This was out of necessity, at least that was the story she is telling herself.

“Do you really have to ask that Ben?” His gaze tendered and rubbed her shoulders, any reluctance of physical affection seemed to be forgotten right then and there. Gwen beamed at this acceptance and giddily laid down next to him, feeling a sense of nostalgia and familiarity in this. She snapped her fingers and in an instant all the lighted candles in the room were snuffed out, leaving nothing but darkness engulfing her room again. Within the shade of black and blue, the cousins found themselves in close proximity, their lips near kissing distance, their arms tightly knitted to their sides despite their prior openness. The aura exuded from the two was akin to a newly wed couple, a loss at what they should do.  

The Omnitrix chosen smiled at the adorable fidgets from her, where was the confidence and assertive demeanor when the candles were lit hmm? 

“Good night Gwen.” She closed her eyes in delight when Ben leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Though it was short, the soft and affectionate kiss brought out a little mews and mumbles of noises from his cool calm cousin. He chuckled at her reaction and set his hands at the gap between them.

“Night Ben.” The little murmurs from her were followed by their clasped hands between them. As temperatures rapidly fall with snow dressing the streets of Bellwood, the pair of cousins slowly succumbed to slumber with each other.

The rhythmic soft breathing of his cousin stirred his senses. His eyes fluttered open and readjusted to the sunlight seeping through their windows. Tangled in blankets and in the warm embrace of the sorceress, he realized that both of them held each other at one point during their slumber. Her nose was buried near the crook of his neck and their clasped hands rested on top of his chest. His eyes trailed from her serene expression that he adored, to the voluptuous body hidden underneath the layers of their covers. Their legs seemed to be intertwined, with her one of her thighs dangerously close to his crotch. 

His conscience barred fang and claw at him, scolding him harshly that he spent an intimate night with his cousin, sullying their supposed sacred relationship. Certainly, he felt bad, felt worse when he realized that his first intimate encounter with a woman should be Julie, and not Gwen. Curses and profanities ensued, yet he didn’t have the heart to wake Gwen up. Her loose strands of auburn hair covered her porcelain face and against his better judgment, he pushed the strands aside and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

Only for him to scold himself again.

‘Damn it Tennyson, what is wrong with you?’ The sudden low groan from her froze him solid. Her eyes slowly opened and the sight of her cousin staring back at her nearly jolted her up. She almost screamed when she remembered everything that happened last night. Tongue-tied and speechless, she slowly sat upright and ran a hand through her hair, pushing them aside over one shoulder while in the process of finding the right words to start their conversation.

“Morning.” Her voice was cheery and firm despite the awkward tension. She slowly stroked her hair again and again, eyeing her cousin with shy eyes. 

“Morning.” Like a bunch of strangers in a friend's house party, the two shifted eyes over one another until Gwen’s eyes noticed that her study chair was miraculously placed next to her side of the bed. She crawled on all fours to reach what seems to be a note on the chair and felt absolutely livid when recognized the handwriting. 

We prepare some warm toast and hot chocolate, come down when you’re ready.

- Mom.

Wordlessly, she showed the note to Ben who scanned the contents. Surprisingly, he looked calmed and unalarmed, probably because the visceral reaction was done internally and he was panicking that both of their parents saw the two cuddle together like lovers in a love hotel. 

‘Oh god, this is so awkward.’ The urge to jump out of the window and run away from his problems couldn’t be more prevalent in Ben’s mind, but saner thoughts prevailed and leaving Gwen alone to explain the situation to their parents was not a good look. The two sighed and decided that delaying the inevitable was good for neither of them, Gwen glanced at her digital clock and found it to be working again, which put a smile to her face.

”At least the power is back on.” Pointing towards her alarm clock that read 10:37 AM, Ben loosened a smile and stretched his limbs out. The sound of birds chirping and the warm sunlight was welcomed, a sign that the worst of permafrost was behind them. 

“I don’t know about you, but hot chocolate sounds good right now.” She chuckled at his tongue and cheek tone, she couldn’t agree more. The pair got decent and descended downstairs, as if it was a horror movie. They cautiously looked out for any signs of Tennysons, only to find business as usual with the sound of TV blaring and kitchen movements.

“There you two are, we were worried that you were never going to wake up.” They cringed internally when Sandra spotted them, rallying the rest of the adults who smiled that their children had survived the whiteout of the century. Carl crossed his arms and grinned at the teenager’s bashful and embarrassed look, no doubt they found it awkward they had to find unorthodox ways of keeping warm..

“You two must have had a good night's sleep, it’s almost 11.” They wordlessly shuffled their way to the dining table, where hot cocoa and warm butter toast awaited them as promised. Frank smirked at the silence from the two, thoroughly enjoying his daughter and nephew’s fractions. The Tennysons had woken up at the crack of dawn and defied statewide emergency orders out of concern for their children who had no heating or power. Fortunately, their worries were laid to rest when they saw the two safe and content in each other’s arms.

“When the power went out, we feared the worst. But seeing you two hugging for warmth put us at ease, we were debating whether to wake you up but you two got comfortable huh?” The sight of the two sleeping together for warmth was not surprising or shocking to the adults. The two are close and some skinship between cousins shouldn’t be foreign to them especially in the name of survival. Still, the parents secretly took pictures of them because of how adorable they looked.

“D-Dad!” The pouty outburst from his daughter made him cackle as the Tennyson brothers laughed at their children’s misfortune. Their wives sighed and took pity on the blushing children and placed their footdown, or mug in Natalie’s case.

“Frank, please.” The two fathers seized their actions with Frank taking the moment to take out his DSLR camera from the living room in preparation for the moment. No matter the frostpunk-like scenario or bitter winter chill, the old ways must still be respected regardless of the circumstances they find themselves in.

“Oh we can’t forget the pictures, to the couch.” The yearly tradition of taking both cousins pictures during their shared birthday was a must for memorabilia and collage sake. You can honestly see the duo’s relationship growing closer over the many years and this year seemed like the two were the closest they have ever been with one another.

The cousins sat on the couch, though the awkward tension between them was still obvious to the observant eye, the glaring gap between them made the adults raise their eyebrows. Did something happen during the night?

“Sit closer, come on you two.” Ben took the first step and swung an arm around Gwen’s shoulders to close the gap between them. His sheepish smile made her chuckle at his sincerity and she leaned against his shoulders with a peace sign gesture. Frank snapped the picture and beamed a smile at how well it turned out, the two are all smiles and cheers in the photos. Sandra managed to sneak behind Ben after the photo session and tapped his shoulders, quickly passing a wrapped gift to him as if it was a shady deal.

Parcel in hand, Ben gave a thumbs up to his mom and hid them behind the couch pillow. As their fathers wore their winter clothing and took their snow shovels out from the storage to clear the snow piled paths, Ben glanced around and waited for the coast to be cleared before taking the parcel out from the hidden depths of couch pillows.

“So I have your birthday present.” The small gift was decorated in the soft shade of pastel pink with silver ribbons adorning it. Gwen loosened out a smile at the sight and gasped that he brought her a present. It was to be expected given it was their birthday but she still squealed at the sight nevertheless.

“Really? Wait here!” Sprinting to her room with much speed and enthusiasm, the adults leaned their head at the sound of Gwen stomping upstairs, wondering what got her so excited when moments ago she seemed so quiet. Their question seemed to be answered when she ran back down with a large looking gift box wrapped in black paper.

“Happy birthday Ben.” The two cousins exchanged gifts, a juxtaposition between Ben’s slick cool black box and Gwen’s much warmer and soothing pastel pink passed between hands. They glanced at one another, both having the exact same thoughts in their head. Fingers twirled around the ribbon and slowly unwinded them until the box’s covers were free from the constraints. Gwen was the first to unwrap the fit and was surprised to see a vintage wooden keepsake box, though the craftsmanship was a little on the rudimentary side, the lacquered coating of the box was undeniably beautiful and contemporary. Her giddy eyes met Ben’s and he simply ushered her to open them, she unhooked the lock and felt stunned at the sight of a bronze necklace cushioned against the velvet pillows. Her fingers slowly reached out for the cool metals and the pendant that had the emblem of her spellbook cover carved onto it. The deep purple coloured centerpiece had bronze geometrical lines in the shape of circle, diamond and a cross, creating the familiar shape that allowed her to cast spells and incantations. 

“Thank you Ben, this is beautiful.” The heartfelt gratitude was displayed when she tightly embraced him, squeezing Ben as she nuzzled against him without any reservations. The swordsman smiled and returned the hug back, every penny spent on this was worth it.

“Glad you like it.” The custom made pendant didn’t come cheap, but thankfully the simple design was a saving grace in Ben’s otherwise limited budget. Though it wasn’t engraved with magic runes or enchantments, at least it gave off that mysterious feel and style. His face flushed when she kissed him tenderly on the cheek as thanks before she pulled back with her smiling eyes.

“Open your present.” Anticipation swelled up within Gwen when he slowly unwrapped the gift wrapped. He took off the cover of the box and found himself grinning at the fashionable jacket that fit both practicality and panache. The dark navy colour scheme was a stark contrast to his usual green jacket, but given he was spicing his wardrobe with different outfits and design, this is a fantastic gift. 

“Cool jacket!” The absolute relief when Ben loved her gift cannot be understated. She spent a few hours looking for a nice jacket for him and knowing that he liked wearing the same jacket for multiple wears, she figured she got him something durable and stain resistant.

“Try it on.” The jacket fit perfectly into Ben’s frame, not baggy but provided enough mobility for him to twist and turn. He paused when Gwen seemed to struggle to put on her necklace, she fiddled around the clasp when she felt a pair of familiar fingers grazing against her neck again.

“Here, let me.” Gently as he went, Gwen lifted her hair up and felt Ben’s warm breath tickling her earlobes. He leaned the pendant against her collarbone and tightened the clasped, the audible click secured the placement and Gwen placed her fingers on the precious pendant her cousin bought for her.

“There.” Pleased with how well it fitted her, Ben stepped back for a moment to get a good look when she leaned her back against his chest, closing her eyes in glee and affection over the swell of bubbling emotions within her. He managed to catch her waist and chuckled at her behavior, resting his arms around them and hugging her from behind.

“Best birthday ever.” The soft whisper from his cousin drew an affectionate smile as he held her closer to his embrace.

Chapter Text

The beating sun scorched across the playing field, the triumphant cheers from the spectators deafened the grunts and shouts from the footballers. Communication fell short among the disorientating and fast paced match as the countdown of the timer came close to the end, there was scarcely a time to coordinate attacks with teammates or catch their breath, time was of the essence. The score was 1 - 2 with the home team having one score above them, they must land a goal to even the scales to even have a chance to win.

Dribbling past the midfielders, the star player of the away team was swiftly cornered by the opposing defenders who surrounded him in every turn. Eyes darting and forehead sweating, he caught wind of his teammate waving his arms in the distance to grasp his attention.

"Pass it to me! Pass it to me! Come on, I'm open!" The striker maneuvered the ball and nimbly dodged a slide tackle, he skillfully passed the ball to his companion with a ferocious kick. Their chances of evening the scores soared when he caught the ball, with only less than half a minute to stem the opposing tides, the hopes and dreams of the away team rested on their striker. Mustering all the skill and strength he had, the dreams and aspirations of the football team were in the shape of a curve ball kick that aimed directly at the corner of the goal. It seemed victory was near their grasp and clutching the extra time would increase their chance of winning. Perhaps even a penalty shootout that would clinch them a victory!

Until their goalkeeper came in with the clutch save.

Shattered and defeated, the crowd and spectators went absolutely wild as they screamed at the top of their lungs when a pair of gloved hands managed to catch the ball at the very last second. And as the timer counted to zero with the referee whistle ending the match, the home team was declared victorious. The goalie suddenly found himself surrounded by his teammates as they hoisted him up in the air, triumphantly declaring him as the MVP. He chuckled at the joyous atmosphere and raised the soccer ball in the air, drawing more cheers and shouts from his teammates.

The match concluded with a handshake from the opposing team, and as the crowd dispersed with everyone heading home. The goalkeeper drenched in pride and victory held the golden MVP medal around his neck. He smiled fondly and readjusted his bicycle handle when he felt someone walking up to him.

"Great game Ben, awesome save." The sight of his best friend drew a wide chuckle from him. Seeing her face among the sea of crowd gave him much needed confidence and spirit during the match. Can't afford to look bad in front of his crush now can he?

"Thanks Jules, couldn't have done it without your support." She rolled her eyes over the cheap copy of her phrase. She poked his torso and crossed her arms, leaning just slightly to be more assertive and sassy.

"Now you're copying me." Ben is by far her biggest supporter when it comes to her tennis matches. There were scarcely an occasion where he wasn't there for her and she appreciated his efforts of going out of his way for her. Sometimes after their respective sport matches, the two would get ice cream and relax together, other times it's sitting in the park with their backs against the lush grasses. Whatever the occasion, they always find time for each other, and she hoped that would never change.

"I'm off to show this to my grandpa, figured he would be happy that I won a medal." She smiled at how excited he was, family means a lot to Ben especially grandpa Max. Sadly, the usual wooden training sword sheathed on his duffel bag was nowhere to be seen ever since George left Bellwood. His departure still stung Ben and he still looked forward to the day he could see his master again.

"Sure, send my regards to him." The two locked eyes when she went forward and hugged him close. He sighed and rested his arms around her lean muscular waist, rubbing the lower back before he pulled back from the embrace.

"See you tomorrow Julie, your parents are still in Japan right?" She raised her eyebrows, why did her dear Ben sound so flustered and curious hmm? She flashed a wicked smile and prodded his cheeks with her finger.

"Yes they are, if you want… you can visit me tomorrow night." The gears within Ben's mind overclocked, gyrating rapidly with steam and sparks emanating. He stammered out a response and felt his cheeks flushed red at the various activities they can do together in private.

"Sure, I will let you know." The two exchanged smiles before Ben decided he should hit the road before the traffic gets bad. He bid farewell to Julie and the brunette mounted his bike. With his leg swung over his bike seat, Ben peddled forward to exit the school grounds. After 20 minutes of bike riding, he trailed and passed by the cars, office buildings and restaurants until he finally reached Bellwood RV park where dozens of similar trailer vehicles lined up against the individual lot. Ben huffed and parked the bicycle near the shade of the tree. Though the sudden blizzard that took Bellwood by storm had subsided over the weeks, Ben still finds it hard to believe that there was no plausible or scientific explanation given by the authorities. He stretched his limbs and walked up to the Rust Bucket, knocking on the door eagerly to show off his medal to his grandfather.

"Grandpa Max!" Moments passed and Ben furrowed his eyebrows, his grandfather didn't seem to be here. He peered through the windows of the vehicle and saw piles of unwashed dishes stacked on the sink, it seemed like his grandfather left in a hurry. He knelt down to a nearby pebble and turned the stone around, a spare key was tucked away within the mold of the rock for Ben to use. Twist and unlocked, Ben opened the door and was immediately greeted by the smell of unwashed dishes and scent of mold. The veil of darkness engulfed the young Tennyson as his eyes were focused on the bright bathroom light seeping from the door gap below. Unnerved and perplexed by how unkempt the Rust Bucket is, Ben slowly waddled his way through the darkness and opened the bathroom door. The binding fluorescent light made him wince for a moment, when the faint sound of an inaudible gurgle stilled his heartbeat for the briefest of moments.

"Gah!" Nimbly rolling aside, Ben managed to dodge an ambush from a horrific looking alien. It's cyclops eye and sick yellow skin were coated in the shade of light blue from the bathroom light, its black serrated claws and purple tentacles from his mouth seemed to expose at will. It gruggled and charged towards Ben, to which the young Tennyson did a low kick to trip the alien over. Without missing a moment, he grabbed the nearby fire extinguisher and blasted him right in the face.

"Peakaboo!" The intruder screeched and leaped out of the windscreen, shattering a perfectly good window and scurrying away. Ben narrowed his eyes at the sequence of events and tossed the extinguisher aside. Now with a better look of the interior, the Rust Bucket seemed to have been ransacked with files and cabinets littered across the floor.

'Grandpa Max, what happened here?' Questions needed answers and Ben noticed that the operational dashboard of the Rust bucket had yet to be tampered. If aliens are indeed looking for his grandpa, this is the one place they would never check. His fingers pressed against the buttons and flickered up the correct switches when the sound of a compartment opening clicked behind him. He swiftly ran and reached out for the circular device, and out of it was a pre-recorded holographic message from Grandpa Max.

"Hello, Ben. I left this recording where I knew only you would find it. I'm in a bit of a situation but it's nothing I can't handle, certainly nothing for you to worry about. There's renewed alien activity on earth and I'm investigating." Somehow the young Tennyson didn't feel reassured by his grandpa's message, that alien that ambushed him was well aware of Max's investigation and even infiltrated the Rust Bucket. Either Max was in danger or-

"Oh, don't worry about the Omnitrix either, I have it and it's completely safe. They'll never get their hands on them." Ben widened his eyes at the news, did Azmuth give the Omnitrix to Max as he intended? It seemed possible given Max had always been the desired recipient for the Omnitrix, yet Ben couldn't help but to notice that his grandfather didn't have the watch slapped on his wrist in his hologram.

"You have the Omnitrix?" Perplexed and puzzled, Ben was at a loss with this information. His grandfather would never lie to him unless something is off, the vague and ominous message was already foreboding enough with the alien attack. Now he has the Omnitrix?

"Say hello to your cousin Gwen for me. Love you, Max out." The abrupt hologram ended there and Ben was left to his thoughts in the dark room. His eyes turned to the outside shattered windows and decided that it was best he get advice from someone he knew and trust. He took the hologram device and retrieved his duffel bag from outside, shutting the door of Rust Bucket.

Cycling with blazing speed, Ben first headed home to freshen up first knowing there was still time before he met up with his cousin. He slammed the brakes when the bike nearly crashed to the wall of his house and placed it aside, running straight into the house with footfalls stomping the ground.

"Ben don't run in the house!" The stern voice of his mother from his kitchen was met with an apology, and he was still stomping upstairs to his room.

"Sorry mom!" Shower, clothes and fashionable jacket from Gwen, Ben knew Gwen was having her karate classes now. He attempted to leave when his eyes lingered on the longsword hanging on the wall above his PC. Granted he might be paranoid, but the blatant attack from an alien in Bellwood made him worried that another ambush might occur.

'How am I going to carry it though?' Ah the omnipresent issue of carrying a weapon around in public without arousing suspicion. The young Tennyson shook his head, it wasn't wise to carry a sword around like this and the attack on him was done discreetly. It would be unlike aliens to conduct their operations out in the daylight, which brought another layer of concern regarding their secrecy and low profile nature.

"Ben? Are you going out?" The voice of his mother from the door spunned him around. Dressed in her yoga clothes, she held the door with her head poking into his room.

"Yeah, going to see Gwen, haven't seen her in a while. Anyway, look what I got." Showing off the MVP medal he won, Sandra chuckled and entered his room, placing both hands on her son's shoulders.

"I'm proud of you Ben, sorry that your father and I couldn't watch your game." He scoffed at her apology, both of them were busy with work. He couldn't expect his parents to always be there for him at his most triumphant or lowest moments.

"It's fine mom, anyway I'm going out." The blonde haired mother already suspected as much given Ben was dressed for the occasion. Still, her son's frequent outings made her a little concerned if not lonely at times.

"Would you be back for dinner?" Ben glanced aside, depending on how things turned out, he might be back early or not at all.

"Uh, not sure but don't wait up on me." The answer was not received from his mother, her expression turned stern with disapproving hands on her hips. Her son had often spent much of his time playing video games, watching anime and hanging out with Julie and Gwen. There was scarcely a time for them!

"Benjamin Kirby Tennyson, please have dinner with your parents every once and a while. I know Gwen is practically your twin but please spend quality time with us too." The pouty tone made him frantically waved his hands in the air. Crisis aversion mode activated, he would need to deescalate the tensions by promising her that he would spend more time with his folks if he were to meet Gwen later.

"Tomorrow! I promise! I just need to see Gwen now and uh, catch up with her before she's too busy with her school work." Sandra sighed but conceded to the puppy eyes from her son. She wasn't actually mad anyway, just a little vexed. Certainly as he grew older he would have less time for them, but she wholeheartedly cherished her son before he inevitably goes to college or start his career. By only spending his time with Gwen and Julie, he's playing favorites here!

"Fine." Saved by his quick promise, he pecked his mother on the cheek and bid her goodbye, hopeful to see Gwen as soon as possible for some much needed advice and counsel.

"Love you!" The mother of one shook her head and smiled at his swift footfalls down the stairs.

The sight of his cousin slamming her opponent who is much larger and bulkier to the ground made Ben winced. Dressed in her karate gi and the enviable black belt, Gwen absolutely decimated her opponent with a sleight of hand. He let out a whistle and watched her bow to her opponent, with many other challengers murmuring in awe and fluster at her martial prowess. He clapped his hands loudly, drawing the attention of her as her emerald eyes met his own. He smiled at the sparkle that lit in her eyes and mentally prepared for a crushing embrace.

"So how's my favourite cousin?" The sight of a speeding Gwen running towards him at mach speed elicited both fear and warmth, mainly the former.

"Ben!" He let out a chuckle and warmly reciprocated the much needed embrace. It has been two months since they last saw one another at least physically, both of them have been busy with their respective lives such as school, sports and club activities. Though the occasional WhatsApp messages does keep them in contact, it was different seeing each other in flesh and blood.

"Still undefeated I see." The astute redhead raised her eyebrows and smirked, placing her clenched fist against his chest for a little nudge.

"Compliments means you want something." The initial joyous expression on his face quickly turned to a pensive and serious one. How does he approach this situation without startling her? Hey Gwen, aliens are now back and our grandpa went missing?

"I- I got a problem." Sensing his anxiety and the fact he went out of his way to see her, she knew it wasn't a relationship or homework issue.

"I'm all ears, but let me change first yeah?" With her walking to the changing room, he watched the rest of the karate students walking out of the gym, leaving Ben alone in the large gymnasium room that had seen a lot of broken bones and dreams. Moments pass and as daylight turns into nightfall, a slumbering Tennyson can be seen lazing around the gym mattress with eyes glued to the phone, probably watching Youtube videos of some kind.

A blinding light pierced through and nearly blinded Ben when the doors of the gym opened, revealing his cousin dressed in her usual clothes with her pendant adorned around her neck. She sighed and resisted the urge to chastise him for using his phone in darkness.

"So what's the problem?" He sat upright and shove his phone into his pocket. The hologram device that Max took great lengths to hide were brought up to the size of his palm and Gwen immediately knew something serious went down. The hologram device played and the two cousins watched in silence over the message with Gwen's heart pounding at the fact alien activity has returned to earth again. But more alarmingly, it was the revelation that their grandfather has the Omnitrix that startled her the most.

"Grandpa has the Omnitrix? That's surprising. Didn't Azmuth say that the Omnitrix is too dangerous for anyone to wield?" Pensive and contemplative, Ben also wondered why the creator of the Omnitrix decided to backtrack on his initial promise. By all means, if there is one person who is worthy to wield such a powerful device, it was their grandfather.

"If there's one person in the world qualified to wear the Omnitrix it's probably Grandpa. The watch was always meant for him." Xylene's words still rang true in Ben's head and honestly, it had affected him on how he viewed his worthiness of using the Omnitrix at times, especially when he screwed up or made a mistake. Yet a comforting hand from Gwen immediately washed away all doubts as she flashed a warm smile.

"And you." He chuckled and nodded, he shouldn't discount his own heroic efforts and legendary feats too. Between his grandfather's guidance and Gwen keeping his ego in check, he had grown into a fine young man. He only hoped he can exceed their expectations time and time again.

"Yeah but I don't have it, grandpa does. When I was visiting grandpa I was attacked by an alien, they were looking for something and ransacked the Rust Bucket." The matter of fact tone from Ben was met with a frantic response from his cousin. She practically turned his body against her and immediately inspected him for any signs of injuries, much to Ben's surprise.

"You okay?" He blinked at her concern, just because he doesn't have the Omnitrix doesn't mean he can't kick ass. Though he would probably have the same reaction if he found out Gwen was ambushed by an alien too. It wasn't Summer break anymore, nor did they have their grandpa looking after them.

"I'm fine, but that's why I'm worried. 5 years of normal life and now aliens are showing up again. I'm worried about grandpa, I felt the message he left was cryptic." The change of intonations and emphasis on certain words from his grandfather's message was a surefire way to let him know something is off. He doesn't sound relaxed or calm, there was a hint of desperation in his inflections.

"You think he is in trouble." Ben only nodded.

"He has to be, otherwise he wouldn't have left the message in a place only we can find it." His cousin crossed her legs and thought more deeply. If their grandfather truly has the Omnitrix, that means Azmuth has decided to give it to him. Yet for the galvan inventor to do so meant it was a serious and urgent matter that requires an Omnitrix's might. This was the very same device that can sunder universes apart if it self-destruct, this decision to give the Omnitrix to Max must not be taken lightly.

"You're right, Azmuth won't willingly give back the Omnitrix either unless something serious happens." The cousins' conversations were cut short when the gym's doors were suddenly opened, a figure akin to a film noir detective walked up to them with the blinding light of the school halls shading his silhouette.

"The Omnitrix is not with Max, hand it over you thieves." The gruff deep voice was intimidating, but Ben was not amused by his rude timely interruption.

"Who are you?" He gripped Gwen's hand, eyes darting from the figure to the near side door entrance that offered an escape route.

"Give me the Omnitrix!" Another lunatic who wants the watch, just their luck.

"Gwen run!" Their legs carried them towards the door, pushing apart the metal doors to the hallways of their school. Unfortunately with the school already locked tight, the side entrance of the school hall was locked shut, trapping them within. The footfalls from the hallway echoed in the darkness, and the ominous figure dressed in his fedora slowly emerged from the shadows.

"The Omnitrix! Give it to me!" Gwen narrowed her eyes and recited a spell deep within her heart, subtly powering her innate mana up for a potential confrontation. Though she favors a peaceful and diplomatic n any problem, any threats against them calls for immediate violence.

"We don't have it." Ben was appalled, just who is this guy anyway? He appeared out of nowhere demanding for the Omnitrix. The shady detective narrowed his eyes and pointed at them as if he was accusing them of a crime.

"Liars! This is your last chance." Defiant to the last, Ben was ready to throw hands with him even if he is with the police. You don't accuse someone of having an extraterrestrial device capable of transforming the user to otherworldly aliens without having evidence!

"Or what?" The detective placed a hand on his face, alerting Ben that this seemingly shady individual is indeed very shady.

"Or this!" A peel of skin and theater mask came off, the figure's whole body slowly changed with the human appearance replaced by an alien creature with a water tank for his head. The bulky white armor and the muscled limbs made the two cousins step backwards out of shock. Still, were they supposed to be impressed by his transformation?

"Okay that is so creepy." The first alien Gwen has laid eyes on since Summer break and it's an aquatic being that requires a water tank to breathe, great. But alarm bells were raised when fish face hoisted up his ray gun and aimed it directly at them.

"Don't force my hand younglings." She narrowed her eyes, no time for pleasantries to de-escalating the situation when a gun is pointed at your face. Her eyes glowed fuchsia and immediately slammed her hands forwards, summoning an energy fist construct that grabbed the assailant firmly in her grip.

"The sentiment goes both ways!" Trails of energy tentacles erupted from the main hands and disarmed the assassin by wrapping tightly around the armed weapon, forcing the alien to drop the gun onto the ground with Ben kicking the firearm to the side. The swordsman placed one hand on his hand and was impressed by his cousin's mastery over her magic once again.

"Unhand me!" Ben crossed his arms and leaned forward, now it was his turn to do the interrogation.

"We want answers first, who are you?" The attacker narrowed his eyes and spoke with a boasting heart. These kids have no idea what trouble they are getting in.

"I'm a duly deputized agent of the Plumbers, an intergalactic law-enforcement organization-" The cousins exchanged astonished looks and quickly interrupted him.

"We know what they are- our Grandpa Max used to be a plumber." The alien plumber stopped his sentence and assumed a more calm expression. Max is their grandfather?

"Wait, Max as in Max Tennyson? He is your grandfather?" The two nodded slowly, realizing that all of this might be a huge misunderstanding between both parties.

"Yeah, you know him?" The plumber immediately nodded and assumed a more cheery outlook, to work with such an esteemed agent of the galactic peacekeeping force is an honorary privilege.

"He was helping me on a case when he went missing, I assumed you were linked to his disappearance. Then, that makes you Ben and Gwen Tennyson then?" Ben was mildly surprised he knew their names but didn't bother to do a profile check to see what they looked like. All of this could be prevented if he oh I don't know, look at their record files to see their physical appearances?

"Tennyson is a household name eh?" The law enforcer chuckled and nodded.

"A legendary one considering your family's feats. My apologies then, I thought you two were thieves, if you can release me from this, I can help you find your grandfather." Gwen glanced at Ben who nodded promptly, immediately dissipating her energy and releasing the plumber from her hold. He retrieved his weapon and placed it at the holster, rubbing the scratches and smudges off his firearm.

"You said that the Omnitrix is not with our grandpa?" He only nodded and brought up his screen device that displayed a hologram of his notes and findings. The complicated series of Plumber intel and information was akin to a web and immediately, the Tennyson knew their grandfather was in deep trouble.

"When Max first contacted plumber HQ in years, he stated that Bellwood had seen a large spike of alien activity and requested immediate assistance. Worse still, he specifically mentioned that the Omnitrix had gone missing. Such information was kept closed and tight-lipped among the Plumber council, thus I, Magister Labrid was sent for the investigation to prevent moles or leakage of information to other parties. To our knowledge Ben was the last custodian of the watch, so we assumed the worst had happened." Ben raised his eyebrows, did his grandfather not tell the Plumbers that the Omnitrix was given back to Azmuth?

"Why would grandpa lie that he has it then? I gave back the Omnitrix to Azmuth when I was 11." The Magister has suspected that something was amiss, Max is notorious to be a brilliant if not a maverick plumber who is not afraid to break established rules or codes to get the job done. It wouldn't be surprising if he pulled a stunt off to get his desired result.

"Whether the Omnitrix has truly gone missing is beyond us, we have no way of contacting Azmuth as he had seemingly cut off all connections with the outside world." How like Azmuth to do something like this, clearly communication and social interaction is not his strong suit. The whole universe can be under threat and the only response elicited from Azmuth was mere meh.

"Missing Omnitrix or not, I'm more concerned about Grandpa Max. He needs our help." Family before everything else, that has and always will be Ben's philosophy. His cousin placed a hand on his shoulders and nodded in agreement, the pair turned to the plumber agent with the utmost determination in their eyes.

"Agreed, count us in your investigation." More hands lead to lighter work, with the two legendary Tennysons by his side, their chances of finding Max would be much higher.

"Good, then follow me, I may have a lead."

Hiding behind boxes of shipping containers and empty cardboards, Ben poked his head out every now and then before slumping back down. He fanned himself with his hand over the heat and boredom before his eyes darted to the plumber who stood unflattering despite the humidity of late night summer.

"So, what are we doing here again?"

"Stakeout, according to a tip from your grandfather, the Forever Knights, a group of criminals who trade in alien technology, is scheduled to meet up here with their supplier for illegal alien tech." The former Omnitrix bearer perked up at the news. Forever Knights are a group of sinister organizations who battle aliens and desire the power of the Omnitrix. The fact they were still active after all these years made him unease, especially when they are in Bellwood territory now.

"Forever knights? They are still a thing?" Labrid's attempt to reply was halted when the headlights of a green muscled car came through the lot. The trio ducked down and peered over the boxes, watching rows of trucks rolling with large trailers behind them.

"There they are." The green car stopped and emerging from the doors was their aged old nemesis. Gwen gasped and held Ben's shoulders, pressing her chin on top of it as they whispered over the sudden appearance of the osmonian.

"No way is that Kevin?" Labrid raised its fishbrows, are they well acquainted with this rogue individual?

"You know of this shady dealer?"

"We fought him when we were kids, he has superpowers. Last time we saw him, he was trapped in the Null Void." Sent to the depths of the Null Void, Ben was certain he had either reformed or gone insane. Now however, he looked practically normal and sane.

"As promised, four dozen factory-new laser lances. Ether-point energy module, antenna-focus emitter, it's good for 35 minutes of continuous fire at .06 terawatts." The Tennysons watched in awe as Kevin held a peculiar weapon in his hands, he aimed the muzzle at a trailer before shooting a concentrated beam of laser that seared the metal part. The continuous pent up beam of energy slowly grew in size before it exploded in a violent fashion, melting the solid steel and puncturing a hole straight through the trailer. Kevin smirked and cocked the weapon, all solutions lead to pure destruction.

"Isn't that good?" The Forever knight quartermaster nodded in agreement, procuring such firearms would be essential to their order's success and longevity. They have bidded their time long enough, aliens have infected their realm and it is up to them to secure humanity's future.

Unfortunately, Labrid was outraged by such a transgression act and slammed his fist onto the crate.

"Those lances are level 5 technology! That insolent fool! Earth is only level 2!" Though the situation was undeniably tense and dire, Gwen wondered what constitutes a planet's technological level, could nuclear ornaments be deemed less of a threat compared to laser lances? Ben on the other hand, was less thrilled by the loud outburst.

"Hey! What happened to stakeout and being quiet?" The dutiful plumber ignored him and stood up, holding up his Plumber badge whose insignia bore a striking resemblance to the Omnitrix. Gwen sighed and placed one arm before Ben, this was such a bad idea.

"Ben stay behind me." Acknowledging his lack of weapons or innate magical abilities, he stood behind his sorceress of a cousin and followed her lead. Granted, maybe he should have brought Winterfang along before agreeing to an alien stakeout mission.

'Yeah, using a medieval sword against laser plasma rifles that can disintegrate me with one touch, that would be a good idea.' Okay, maybe don't bring a sword to a laser gun fight.

Amidst the cousins' slow and stealthy movements, the stalwart plumber hoisted his weapon and shouted out his declaration of arrest, earning a disgruntled look from the cousins who wished to knock the Forever Knights out with stealth and subterfuge.

"Hands above your heads air breathers! By the authority of the Plumbers, you're all busted." All movements of illegal shipping stopped as everyone stared at them. Without any warning, dozens upon dozens of illegal dealers peeled off their synthetic mask and tossed them aside, revealing them to be the very same grotesque aliens that attacked Ben earlier.

"Hey those aliens are the ones who ambushed me at the Rust Bucket!" His exclamation was followed by a less pleased response from his cousin.

"Great! Now I'm going to get paranoid that everyone I meet on the street is secretly an alien." Immediately chaos was loose, the Forever Knights splitted into groups and squadrons with one of the squires loading the shipment onto their truck in an attempt to make a run for it with the laser lances. Labrid cocked his firearm and aimed it at the ground, creating a beam of plasma to conjure a flaming wall to deter the aliens from getting close.

"Get them!" The gurgling speech from them indicated their mastery over English communication but there was little time for thinking or analyzing, Gwen conjured a large mana shield when Forever Knights used their newly acquired laser lancers to blast them apart. She winced from the heat intensity and power of their weapons, the continuous beam of fire slowly cracked her magenta shield until Ben ran towards the sides.

"Hyah!" With a sprint jump kick to their abdomens, he knocked the tin can knights down. Using their ally as his shield, he grabbed one of the knights and used him as a meat shield to prevent the rest of the knights from firing at him, giving Gwen the chance to knock them out by blasting them apart with her magic.

"Nice work Ben." The team tag high five was cut short when the aliens started to sucked in the air and spew out vile spit from the tentacle mouths.

"Watchout!" The spew of sticky yellow substances narrowly missed the pair of cousins, the sorceress threw out bolts of energy towards her assailant, knocking the remnants of the alien force out while knights began a charge towards them with their laser lances. Helpless and weaponless, Ben could only rely on Gwen for support as she shielded both of them from the fight.

"Ben run! We can't hold them." His heart pounded rapidly when Gwen struggled to maintain her barrier from the combined laser attacks from the knights and the aliens clawing away. His eyes shifted to Labrid as he too was trapped in the alien liquid mucus, rendering him immobile and unable to move. The encroachment from their foes forced Gwen and Ben to retract their positions backwards, until they bumped into the trolley cart filled with illegal alien techs. Ben swiftly turned around and saw one large metallic case, with no options left and time rapidly running out, he opened the case in hopes of getting his hands on a laser lance to turn the tides of battle.

"What the- what is this?" The case opened to reveal a sleek, obsidian-black weapon. Its hilt was a sturdy, ergonomic grip that had no crossguard to it. The blade was a long, sharp edge yet it also had the barrel case of a revolver on top of it with a trigger by the hilt, making it cumbersome and difficult to wield. Ben's educated guess was it was some kind of alien bayonet.

"Ah!" The sound of the barrier breaking and Gwen slumping to the floor out of exhaustion instinctively made him reach out to the otherworldly weapon and rushed to his cousin's side, catching her with his one arm before she fell face down to the ground. With her secured, he held the grip of the bayonet and pointed the tip of the blade outwards, narrowing his eyes with seething anger towards the knights and aliens that dared threaten his cousin. Though the weapon was unfamiliar, he took what can get at this point.

"Whatever." The ferocious screech from the aliens and the sound of the knights charging towards him with steel and lasers made him backdash to create distance. He placed Gwen by the side of the container as she slowly gained consciousness and footing before nimbly dodging the incoming laser blasts that narrowly missed his head. He dashed forward and slashed the laser lances apart, breaking the knight's armaments to disarm most of them. Curiously, a bright red spark that threatened to explode from the laser lances' destruction was snuffed out by the very weapon he wields as it glowed with every ounce of energy absorbed. Realizing his advantage, he charged forward and plunged the blade into the alien's torso, the piercing scream let out from the vile creature soon rallied the rest of its kind to spit at him.

"Damn it." He twisted the blade and side stepped to the side before quickly retrieving his weapon back. His fingers instinctively twitched to the trigger of the bayonet, and mechanical whirring could be heard at its cylinder. The following wide sweep strike soon left behind trails of energy strikes, blasting his foes away by the sheer force of the blow.

"Uh what?" Before he could collect his thoughts over what happened, a large chunk of boulder headed his way and he managed to parry the damn rock by splitting it into shards with one uppercut. Amazed by the durability and cutting edge, Ben gripped the handle tighter when he came face to face with Kevin Levin.

"Hey Tennyson! Long time no see!" The warm reunion was added with Kevin throwing more chunks of rocks and galvanized square steel beams at him. The swordsman slided under the slew of projectiles and used his momentum to rush forward by doing a downward strike, causing Kevin to block the attack with his arm coated in steel.

"Where's your watch huh?" The taunt and smugness from the dashing dealer made Ben titled the blade forward to break the bind, thrusting the blade forward with Kevin skillfully weaving to the side.

"I don't need the watch to kick your ass!" Under the light of the moon, the two exchanged blows and riposte, with the osmonian's body fully covered in steel as his limbs traded strikes with ben's blade. Their figures danced in the dark with Ben's long jacket flowing to his strikes and Kevin dodging like a professional boxer. The mutant got the upperhand when an exhausted Ben overestimated his distance and missed a strike, causing him to punch Ben in the gut and smacking him right in the torso with one powerful swing. The powerful blow sent Ben flying to the concrete ground yet he managed to hold onto his weapon despite the ferocious impact. Blood slowly flowed from his lips and Ben scowled at the fact his favorite black shirt was now stained with drops of blood. Great, now how is he going to wash it off?

"Ben!" The sight of her injured cousin bleeding infuriated the sorceress to no end. Her eyes glowed violently and instantly the air around her sizzled with intensity, the hordes of aliens that surrounded Labrid and her slowly backed off when they were immediately burned and blasted with a powerful searing energy. Seething in anger, Gwen formed a sparkling ball of lightning in her hand and invoked a spell she memorized from her grimoire.

"Inundatio fulgur!" A searing bolt of lightning pierced through the air and directly struck Kevin right in the chest. He let out a scream from the electrocution, stunning him in place from the writhing pain that allowed Ben to recover from his footing. The swordsman rushed forward with the edge of the blade grinding against the ground, creating trails of sparks with its friction before he transferred all of his body momentum and energy built up from his feet to his shoulders by slashing upwards, directly knocking Kevin into a nearby container trailer and releasing him out of his steel coated state. With him unconscious and the enemies scattered for a hasty retreat, an exhausted Ben dropped down on one knee with his weight supported by the blade on the ground.

"Whew, that was intense." Barely catching his breath, he felt the weight of his cousin hugging him from the sides. He let out a smile and leaned against her for some much needed support, earning a tousled to his hair and a proud grin.

"You okay?" He gave a thumbs up, his injury looked bad but he was otherwise alright. He slowly stood up and gripped the handle of the blade, watching it gleamed and glowed over the shine of the moonlight.

"Never better, this thing is kinda heavy but also light at the same time, can't really describe it." It felt natural to wield and given his training with Old Man George, the fairly unorthodox weapon was akin to a sword rather than a bayonet. In fact on closer inspection, there was more sword than gun to it. He slung the weapon on his shoulders and turned towards Kevin, he might have hit him a little too hard.

"What do we do with him?" The sound of footsteps revealed Labrid, who is none worse for wear either. The magister took out a pair of energy cuffs and clamped them down on Kevin's wrists to prevent him from absorbing any matter.

"Let's wait for him to wake up, the rest has already scattered."

Moments pass and the charming weapons dealer slowly gained consciousness. His blurry vision gradually became clearer and with it, he saw the three people that ruined his deal, possibly the greatest deal he ever made!

"Rise and shine Kevin." The smug grin on Ben made Kevin scowl, he attempted to move when he realized his limbs were bound together. His powers were rendered useless as he began to struggle.

"Energy cuffs, you can't escape. There's nothing for you to absorb." Just his luck, a plumber who knew exactly how osmonians like him function. Given his past record with the authorities, he doubts his stellar track record would land him in a luxury suite.

"Time we had a talk, tough guy. These weapons run on ether point energy cells, a dangerous technology way too advanced for humans. They shouldn't even be on this planet!" The firm lecture from Labrid drew a defiant response from the crook.

"So? How's that my problem?" The alien enforcer narrowed his eyes and knelt down to Kevin's eye level, gazing eye to eye with him.

"While we were fighting, the Forever Knights got away with a crate full of them. You set up the deal, you're going to tell us where they are." Using his right to remain silent, Kevin refused to cooperate when he felt a warm hand on his shoulders. He looked up and found himself stunned when Gwen gazed at him with a compassionate look.

"Kevin, people could get hurt." Ben watched with great amusement when he noticed Kevin's subtle body language and features. He rested the blade on his shoulder and tapped his fingers against the handle every now and then.

"You're in a lot of trouble, son. I'm giving you a chance to help yourself here." The stern warning was met with a sigh from Kevin. The raven haired teenager nodded and gave a smile to him.

"You don't have to convince me. Those guys ran off before I got paid. I'm happy to help find those deadbeats." A man motivated by money, Labrid had seen his kind many times before. But with his cooperation secured, they at least can start the trail and the chain of events happening in Bellwood.

The gang entered Kevin's car, with Ben picking up the weapon case earlier for ease of carrying, drawing a cranky response from Kevin over scratching the insides of his car. Now firmly on the road, Labrid watched the rows of trees passing by before raising his voice after the minutes of silence.

"I still think I should be the one driving."

"No one drives this car but me, besides you don't even know where they are." He grumbled but conceded his point, it was their best interest to locate the shipments as soon as possible. Though the amount is small, the absolute havoc it can wreck on human society is enormous. Unlike missiles or nuclear warheads, laser lancers are categorized as conventional weapons like military assault rifles, which means looser regulation and control. If nations begin to equip their armies with these advanced weapons, the rest of their neighbors would follow and an arms race would begin.

"Know anything about the aliens we fought? We know about the Forever Knights." The honest question from Ben was met with a shrug from Kevin, his eyes were firmly on the road but he did make occasional glances to the rear view mirror.

"Dude I didn't even know they were aliens at first, the ID masks does a pretty snazzy job." The masks the aliens wear are terrifying, easily disguised as humans with body language following to the letter. Honestly, these masks might be a bigger threat than aliens, imagine if you disguise yourself as a leader of a country and purposely cause chaos.

"The fact they infiltrated and integrated themselves with human society is concerning." Gwn nodded and leaned against the window of the car.

"You tell me, for all we know Bellwood is filled with those aliens disguised as normal people." The lament from Gwen was met with a smile from Ben, they consumed so many robotic movies that had the same exact plot as this. The young swordsman glanced at the weapon resting on the case and tapped his fingers on the spine of blade.

"Hey, what can you tell me about this?" Honestly not even Kevin knows much about it, but he was definitely surprised that Ben had his hands on it when they first fought, the kid got skill.

"That's an incursean gunblade." Immediately Ben's mind jumped to the time where he was hanging out at Julie's place and they were playing video games together. He knew the weapon design seemed familiar!

"A gunblade? Isn't that what Squall uses in Final Fantasy 8?" Gwen turned around to face him and gave him a deadpan expression, almost in disbelief that he would say that.

"What? Julie and I are fans." She rolled her eyes but smiled nevertheless, it's remarkably convenient that he knew how to use it from the start. But Kevin didn't seemed bothered by Ben's comparison, in fact he thought it was spot on.

"Similar design and concept. I dunno much about it, but from what I heard, it's created shortly after the destruction of their homeworld." Seeing the concerned look on Tennysons' face, Labrid decided to add on with the information of the incursean profile appearing on his device.

"The incurseans are a race of toad-like aliens who are intergalactic conquerors. They are expansionists and colonizers, always seeking to conquer other planets and solar systems. From Plumber records, their desire for total dominion over the universe was fueled by necessity and deep-rooted fear after their homeworld was destroyed by a planet-wide war that lasted for years. The war left their people divided with a power vacuum resulting in even more conflict and strife, it wasn't until Emperor Milleous assumed the throne that they found a semblance of unity in the form of subjugating other planets." This admittedly had Ben a little concerned, these frog people just sound like Vilgax. A villain so heinous and relentless that it gave the young Tennyson nightmares.

"When you have a bunch of space warring aliens, expect their technology to be top notch grade." Gwen nodded to Kevin's statement, it seems war never changes.

"That's true, it's during times of war where humans innovate the most too. Radios and cell phones were meant for military communication when it eventually trickled down to civilian use." Kevin smiled at the methodical and knowledgeable beauty next to him.

"Ain't you a clever girl?" She rolled her eyes at his attempt to flirt with her and crossed her arms. Though she will admit he was definitely her type with the rugged boyish charm and tough bad boy exterior that screamed "I can fix him", the image of a bleeding Ben was enough to churn her stomach and she still hasn't forgiven him for that.

"Hey, don't talk to her like that." Kevin nearly twisted the steering wheel when Ben's head poke forward and gave a calm but low tone that insinuated his intent. The brunette has always been protective over his cousin but after the sudden winter storm that led to them sleeping together in the comfort of each other's arms, the desire to protect her had only intensified, even though Gwen is more than capable of handling on her own. I mean have you seen her magic?

"So what's the purpose of a gunblade anyway? It's kinda heavy and cumbersome to use." The childlike tone from Ben was a hard shift from his calm yet cold demeanor earlier, boys will be boys and Ben got himself a new toy to play with. The charming debonair chuckled and glanced at the rear view mirror.

"Well you're a scrawny little kid-" The side eye from Gwen shut him up immediately. He cleared his throat and continued to answer Ben's question.

"Politics for incurseans can get really ugly, it's common for nobles to get assassinated every now and then. So the idea of a weapon that can break weapons was created, but it never went past the mass production stage. There are only a few hundred of these gunblades, most of them are bought by collectors. I managed to get my hands on it from a supplier and was hoping the knights were interested." Labrid placed a hand on his water helmet. The amount of paperwork and documentation to follow up on these so called suppliers is gonna cost him his sanity. The sound of clicking caught his attention and he smiled when Ben was enamored by the gunblade. He reminded him of a rookie plumber playing around with their tools and gadgets for the first time.

"Whoa, look! It functions like a revolver barrel." The trigger was pressed and out comes the barrel cylinder that had ammunition like bullets slotted in. Curiously, it has six chambers just like a revolver would. Ben pulled out one of the shotgun shells liked design and realized it was glowing, illuminating the otherwise dark car with an ominous red.

"That's where the fun part comes in, the weapon is designed to destroy any type of weapon, including volatile weapons like laser lances." Ben slotted the ammunition back in the chamber and was fascinated by something so cool and dumb at the same time. Labrid however had a different reaction.

"So you were aware that laser lancers are too dangerous!" Kevin paused for a second and decided to ignore a galactic law enforcer in favour of answering Ben's queries.

"Anyway, the weapon has a special function of absorbing energy and storing it in those cartridges you see. I never tried it myself but pulling that trigger is supposed to release the cartridge's energy, creating some very interesting results." Ah so they were cartridges and not bullets. That explains why it didn't fire any live rounds when he pressed the trigger, it really does work similar to gunblades in video games. As far as Ben knows, the logic is akin to unleashing special attacks stored within the weapon, rotating them to different shells or cartridges for different effects. Maybe it worked the same for this weapon too?

"No wonder, I must have pulled the trigger when I fought the aliens, there was an explosion when I swung at them." His trigger discipline is something he must keep note of. He patted the weapon and placed it back in the case, this ability to absorb energy and store it may come in useful against those laser lances.

"We're close, get ready." The reflection of Ben fixing his hair and tightening his jacket made Gwen smile over his antics, he can still be a dork even when the situation is tense. The car soon rolled up to a large imposing stone castle, filled with the traditional moat and large drawbridge, the company stepped outside of the car and stared at the formidable fortress.

"This is it." Ben slowly nodded at the size of this castle that was in the middle of nowhere, real subtle.

"Wow, I'm sure nobody thought they would hide here." Kevin scoffed at Ben's sarcasm and stretched his limbs in preparation of a confrontation with the knights.

"Well you didn't." Labrid sighed and pulled his ray gun out, sometimes this job really reminded him of his years as an instructor. He observed the rudimentary design of human architecture and turned to the group.

"So how do we get in?" Their answer came when glowing hands of pink energy gripped the drawbridge, pulling it tipped down to the ground as tentacles of energy released the crank. The multitasking of her power stunned the men of the group as they watched the sorceress hard at work.

"Now we can head in." The cheeky smile of pride from her was just adorable.

"Nice one cuz." The auburn haired teenager chuckled and walked next to Ben as Labrid and Kevin walked in front of them. Ben glanced at her every now and then, resting the gunblade directly on his shoulders.

"So how do you feel?" The sudden question made her turn towards him, it's good they have some in between time like this. Going forward, it seems like every mission they would do would be high stakes and no breaks, at least at the rate things are unfolding.

"Been out of action for so long and now we're back at it." There was nervousness and concern in her voice despite her attempt to be light-hearted. Ben softened a look and realized that things were different now, they didn't have Grandpa Max's tutelage or his help if they screw up, they are on their own now.

"I remembered how terrifying and dangerous it is, stick close to me." The older cousin scoffed at Ben's protective nature, did she need to remind him that she is the only one capable of shielding them on the fly?

"Right... let me do the shielding and defending Ben. You boys stay behind me." She walked forward with her one hand raised in the air, conjuring a pink glow of light that illuminated the entire hallway of the castle.

"Ladies first." Gwen and Kevin shared a courtesy look as the rest of the group stood behind her. The rows of armor statues and artwork were covered in a vibrant pink glow of Gwen's light. For Ben, there was something surreal seeing all of this given his deep respect for medieval swordsmanship and the fantasy of knights of the yore. If the Forever Knights truly adhere to the code of conduct for chivalry, shouldn't they be protecting the weak and innocent?

"You sure this is the right place?" Kevin nodded to Labrid's question absentmindedly, his eyes were glued to the priceless artifacts and ornaments hidden behind the display cases.

"I dunno, how many big castles are there in the middle of nowhere?" The sight of Kevin shoving the jewelry and grabbing anything shining under the darkness drew a sigh from Ben. He perched one hand on his waist and stared at the supposed reformed man who had learned the error of his ways.

"Maybe you should have brought a shopping cart." By all means Kevin would have brought along a duffel bag if the situation allows him, more storage benefits all parties no? Other than the incessant chattering from the two young humans, the absolute silence from the castle drew concerns from the veteran plumber. He cocked his weapon and took out his device to scan for any sign of footprints. As expected, the glowing blue light indicated they did enter through the drawbridge. Perhaps an ambush of-

"Gah!" The ground trembled and a draconic roar echoed across the hallway. Gwen immediately increased the light intensity of her luminescence until the rays of light covered the entire hallway and the many corridors. Her body trembled and her eyes in total disbelief when a piercing yellow pair of eyes stared back at her. The shape of the creature soon rose higher and higher until its large black wings stretched out fully, towering over them with its gigantic physique.

"T-That's a dragon." Multiple footfalls of metal clanking against the floor from the hallways echoed, alerting everyone in the room that reinforcements were coming. Forever Knights armed with swords, laser lancers and shields appeared in formations. The head captain held his sword and thrusted it forward, directing his men to hold their ground and position.

"Fire!" Gwen immediately formed a large barrier in preparation of the onslaught, but it seems Kevin and Ben were ahead of her as they charged head on.

"I will take the dragon, you take on the knights." Ben slotted in his cartridge amidst his sprint, nimbly dodging the incoming lasers by jumping from the nearby pillars and running up the side of walls before leaping over the continuous streams of laser beams exploding behind him.

"Sounds good to me!" Kevin's hands slid across the floor as he ran towards the knights, coating his body in the shade of stone gray with every step he took. He closed in the ranks and leaped high in the sky, drawing up the muzzle of the knight's laser lances before the ray gun from Labrid blasted them down one by one. The raven haired teen grinned and slammed down the ground, sending shockwaves that sent cobblestones tiles on the floor flying with the sheer weight and momentum.

Forever Knights reinforcements soon came to the corridors, each taking their positions to snipe Gwen and Labrid from their flanks. The magician raised a barrier that protected them both, drawing in the knights in as they combined the beams of energy together to break the shield. Gwen gritted her teeth and slammed her hands together, enlarging the shield until it hit all of the encroaching knights onto the ground. Labrid seized the opportunity to close off all corridors by blasting the top of the hallways, breaking down debris and chunks of rocks to obstruct their path and cut off reinforcement lines.

"Nice work, where's your cousin?" Gwen gasped and swiftly ran towards the direction he ran, with Kevin already dealing with the rest of the knights by knocking them out cold. He dusted his hands when he saw the two of them running towards him with a concerned expression.

"Kevin, where's Ben?" The sudden roar from the winged beast caused all of them to run towards the direction of whence it came. The shadows on the wall showed their silhouette of the knight and the dragon dueling it out. Ben cleaved the wings apart, revealing a mechanical construct and wirings that made it inorganic. He dodged the tail swipe from below and readied the cartridge stored within the blade before charging in. With a mighty leap in the air, he did an empower slashed onto its jugular, the energy infused strike left a serrated explosion as it decapitated the head, resulting in a large explosion that sent Ben down to the ground with the impact of his blast.

"Ouch." The brunette groaned and placed a hand on his head, one of these days and he will get a concussion. He snapped out of his stupor and picked up his weapon, finding the mechanical beast's body whirling uncontrollably with wires and cables sparking with electricity over the malfunction. Before he could ready his blade, a large beam of concentrated energy pierce through its heart like a missile, damaging its core energy stabilizer and slumping the entire construct down. His initial joy of Gwen's timely intervention became one of pure unadulterated dread when he sensed the air around him growing colder.

"Don't run off like that next time Ben! God, what were you thinking?" She yanked him by the collar, perhaps a little furious that he ran into danger head on without consulting her. The swordsman had a perfect explanation for this, he was merely buying time.

"Sorry, thought I distract the dragon while you guys deal with the knights." She let out a groan and dusted the soot and dirt off Ben's jacket, taking her anger off the filth gathered on the jacket she bought for him.

"Communication is important here! Tell us next time what your plan is." He turned to Labrid and Kevin who stepped back away from the Tennyson affairs, leaving him alone to deal with his cousin's rightfully so anger. Its been so long since he went hero time that he had forgotten he didn't have the Omnitrix's enhanced capabilities. He is a normal human now, and humans are a bit frailer than Diamondheads and Four Arms.

"I will, I promise!" She grumbled when he patted her head, the public display of affection made her sigh with her arms crossed.

"You're not off the hook, mister. We will discuss this later." Kevin smirked at the cousin's dynamics and slid in next to the gunblade wielder with a deep booming voice.

"Sounds like Benny boy is grounded- ouch!" The elbow jab to the stomach by Ben silenced him immediately. The plumber magister inspected the mechanical corpse of the dragon and narrowed his eyes over how powerful of a slash Ben was. That gunblade was more volatile than he initially thought.

"That blast from your gunblade could have killed you Ben, you have to be more careful from using such a volatile weapon in close range." Even now, Ben could feel the hand shock and vibration of the weapon rattling his forearms. Still, the powerful energy blast didn't hurt him at all since he carried his momentum forward, narrowly missing the proximity blast.

"Yeah, I can start to see why this is a prototype now." He marveled his weapon and turned it around, rubbing off the smudges and scratches already formed on his newly acquired weapon.

"Gather all the laser lances, we must destroy them." The commanding tone from Labrid was met with a discontent sigh from Kevin. He was hoping he could collect all of the weapons and find a new buyer.

"The weapons are quite durable, but the explosion is enormous, it might take the whole castle down if we are not careful." The piles of alien tech stacked on top of another, if direct force were to be applied, the chain reaction from the either-charged batteries would have caused a seismic explosion.

"Any ideas on how to dispose of them?" Ben pressed the trigger of his cylinder and noted that he had exhausted two of the cartridges. He clocked the hammer back in and held the gunblade in a two handed fashion.

"Gwen put a forcefield around us, I will break the lances." The absurd suggestion from Ben made her shake her head in defiance, that was the most stupid idea she ever heard, did he not hear what Labrid just said?

"What? No!" The charismatic gunblade wielder raised his weapon up.

"Don't worry, the gunblade will absorb their energy before it goes off. Trust me on this." Just before Gwen could retort, Kevin stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulders.

"He's right." Livid that she is surrounded by idiots willing to throw their life needlessly away, she crossed her arms and conjured an impenetrable barrier around them, leaving Ben exposed to the blast should he fail his gambit.

"We are so going to have a conversation after this, Benjamin Kirby Tennyson." Kevin blinked and nudged Labrid's arm for a whisper.

"Kirby is his middle name?" The plumber shrugged and slowly stepped backwards. Ben raised the sword above his head and began hacking away at the weapons with Gwen wincing every now and then in fear and anxiety. Her heartbeat skyrocketed with every growing energy glow that threatened to detonate at any given moment, yet Ben always managed to plunge the blade right at the battery core to absorb its energy through the metal. Finally after fulfilling the weapon's core purpose of shattering armaments, the remnants of laser lances were in the shape of metal scraps and shards, leaving a disgruntled Kevin.

"That's all of them." Gwen dissipated her energy shield and rushed towards her cousin drenched in sweat, the constant swinging and concentration must have exhausted him. Kevin knelt down and salvaged bits and pieces of the weapon, before his eyes stared at Ben's gunblade that flickered and pulsated with an unstable core.

"Check your cartridges, they can only hold so much power." The swordsman quickly pressed the trigger and pulled out the chamber, only to find out all of the cartridges had an intense bright red glow that seemed unstable and volatile.

"Yeah you're right, what do I do with these? It looks like it's going to explode at any minute." Panic set in among the group, in theory Ben was tempted to trigger the gunblade attack that might frankly collapse the entire building and kill all of them given how much raw energy was stored within these small bullet shells. However, Gwen immediately thought of a simple solution that she learned in school.

"Ben hand them to me." Cautiously, he placed the unstable shells onto his cousins' hand. He watched in awe as her eyes glowed fuschia and her hands emanated a pulse of energy that slowly siphoned the cartridges's excess charge.

"What are you doing?" Amidst her avatar-like state, she slowly dissipated and released the charges in small amounts to lower their energy levels to a more stable position.

"Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can only be transferred or transformed. See?" The law of conversion of energy seemed to apply universally as the red pulsating cartridges slowly stopped shaking violently. Gwen dispelled her intensive mana degeneration and handed the cartridge back to cousin. Ben smiled at her cousin's intuitive thinking and slotted the cartridge back into the chamber.

"Alright you can touch your cousin's cartridges later, right now I want some payback." The poorly worded phrase from Kevin was met with a scowl from Ben while Gwen had a tint of pink flushed on her cheeks. The weapons dealer cracked his fists and approached a dazed Forever Knight regaining consciousness.

"Ugh-"

"Alright tin can, where's my money!" The series of coughs from his teammates made Kevin rephrase his question, right he could get the money later. Labrid assumed the role of interrogator by cuffing the knight to render him immobile.

"Who runs your operations here?"

"I wouldn't tell you alien scourges anything!" Gwen narrowed her eyes, by all means the Forever Knights aren't a huge threat compared to the aliens who can blend into human society and ransacked the Rust Bucket, not to mention they were the ones who were supplying the Forever Knights with these weapons.

"Leave him, we should find out where those aliens went. They are the ones trading illegal alien technology right?" Labrid nodded to Gwen's suggestion but Ben decided to take this more personally. He gazed upon the infinity symbol on the knight's crest and gripped his handle tighter.

"Your organization is a joke."

"What? How dare you ungrateful lot question our noble order! Our glorious task given by our king is to protect humanity from alien scum like him!" Well accustomed to attacks like these, Labrid observed the conversation with a stone cold expression.

"Noble order? You trade with aliens to get their technology! Think of the hypocrisy here!" Taken aback by Ben's words, the knight paused and reluctantly gave his reasoning.

"We didn't know they were aliens, otherwise we wouldn't have even agreed to the deal! All non-humans are the same, wretched and uncouth!" Boiling anger seethed Ben's spine, he clenched his fists and attempted to reason with the knight when Labrid placed a hand on his shoulders.

"Easy Ben, the Forever Knights are known to be a human supremacists order. There's no point arguing or being angry with them." The curt explanation lowered temperatures, even if this was the case, Ben refused to allow anyone to talk ill of his friends like that.

"But-"

"There are more pressing matters." Pragmatic and goal-oriented, the season plumber understood Ben's sentiments perfectly. But he didn't need the young man to be angry on his behalf, he needed him to finish the mission his grandpa started.

"You're right." With a parade rest stance, Ben turned to the rest of the knights who were all kneeling on the ground with their hands tied. He didn't know what came over him but he figured a fair warning was necessary given his capacity for mercy had limits.

"We're letting all of you go, but remember this! An alien gave you mercy today, when you are incapable of giving one to your own kind. Reflect on that and question what it really means to be a knight, for all of you have failed your oath!" The silence from the men in armor was echoed by the banners and plaques that reminded them of their sworn duty and oath, protect and serve. With Ben's point made across, the company exited the castle without much resistance from the knights.

Gwen walked next to her cousin and found a sense of pride swelling within her, he really clings onto the code of chivalry and conduct of a knight. A long lasting legacy and tribute to George.

"That was poetic Ben." His lips curled upwards from the warm praise, he hopes that he got his message across to them so they can redeem themselves, not everything has to be so hardlined or extreme.

"Let's go find those aliens."

The car rolled up to a large quarry site. The complete gale of darkness managed to hide their vehicles from the rows of street lamps and watchtowers of the compound. Gwen's glowing eyes continued until she dissipated her aura effect, the readings are strong here.

"This is the place." Labrid looked around, it looked like an ordinary mining site, perfect for hiding alien activity. He breathed bubbles into his water tank, it's been a long grueling day.

"Good, now we only need to sneak past-" Before Ben could finish his sentence, the sound of a man being smacked quickly alerted them. They turned around and were horrified when Kevin knocked the security guard manning the entrance unconscious with steel coated arms.

"Kevin! You hit him too hard." The debonair gave a confident smile and leaned to peel off the ID mask of the supposed human guard.

"Not him, it." The body soon morphed into the aliens they fought earlier, confirming Gwen's reading that this was indeed where the aliens were operating. Impressed by Kevin's deduction skills, Labrid was curious as to what gave it away.

"How did you know he was an alien?" Kevin shrugged and placed the ID mask in his pocket, these things aren't exactly easy to come by.

"A hunch." The exasperated sighs from the plumber soon transitioned into the team boarding the large elevator that transported workers and their stone marbles minecarts. The descent down the earth was fairly uneventful, perhaps they were wrong?

"Doesn't look like anything." As the elevator continued, the company's eye grew wider when a large underground facility was reviewed with what seems to be a large spaceship occupying the space with many other facilities and alien architecture forming around the vicinity. This was an alien colony, filled with transports, vehicles and armed personnel.

"Spoke too soon it seems." The muttering from Labrid was received with a wordless nod from the rest.

"What is this?" The plumber quickly pulled out his device and scanned the surroundings, tracing and searching for the exact alien designs and images on the galactic database. His eyes soon darkened when the search results came through, and it was as he feared.

"It's a Mothership, the schematics and designs…. I should have known." The ominous words demanded an explanation.

"Know what? Don't keep us in the dark here man."

"These aliens we fought are known as DNAliens, according to the updated Plumber archives, they served the Highbreed. A species of xenophobic aliens who believes they are the first intelligent life form in the universe, we Plumbers had encountered their kind many times. In fact, their activity across galaxies had started to increase as of recent years, this cannot be a coincidence." Ben frowned at the news, aliens who believed they reigned supreme over other alien species seemed like the norm for every galactic conflict. But it begs the question, how long have they been secretly operating on earth?

"Grandpa was onto something then." Gwen placed a hand on his shoulders and did a little fist pump.

"Let's hope we unravel it." With renewed confidence, the team finally reached the ground level of the alien headquarters. The otherworldly alien looking ceilings with weird organic constructs and encroaching pillars were really creepy looking, kinda like xenomorphs. But it quickly became apparent the place was crawling with DNAliens, how are they going to sneak in without alerting the entire colony?

"How do we get in?" Ben glanced at the mask at Kevin's pocket and took it out, much to his displeasure.

"Let's put these masks to good use. How do I use it?"

"Photonic displacement. You can set it to make you look like whatever you want." Gwen found that concept utterly horrifying and creepy, imagine someone donning your face and body doing as they please. Who greenlit these ideas in the first place? Ben slowly placed the theater mask on his face and instantly felt himself morphing into them.

"How do I look?" Exactly like a DNAlien, albeit maybe a little taller. You still can tell he's Ben though, his mannerism and body language is very Ben-like.

"About the same, just taller." Labrid placed his own ID mask and morphed into one of them. He grabbed a nearby hovercart and ushered the two of them to get in.

"I have one myself, you two get in." With Ben and Labrid under disguise, the two pushed the cart and up the escalator with other DNAliens workers mining and transporting the raw materials to the refinery. Amidst their journey to the control room, Ben utilized his impressive espionage and subterfuge skills to seamlessly blend in with the locals.

"Hey! How is it going?" His cousin and Kevin cringed physically at how loud and cheery he sounded. Labrid sighed inwardly at Ben's antics, watching the other DNAliens walking past them unamused was just depressing.

"I owe you a call." It was clear to Labrid that unlike the gurgling and hoarse voice of the DNAliens, Ben's still retained his clear vocals and perfect intonations. Which meant any DNAliens with an average intelligence would have figured Ben was disguised as an alien and isn't one of their own. Fortunately a mere side eye from Labrid silenced Ben and they continued their journey until they reached the end of the line.

"Coast is clear." The two humans hopped out of the cart and immediately felt the gust of the cold air breeze. The flash of light from the two taking off their disguises went off with Kevin staring at Ben with a deadpan expression on his face.

"I owe you a call?" Ben defended himself by stating his reasoning.

"What? I was trying to blend in." Labrid chuckled and spoke candidly.

"Espionage is not your forte Ben Tennyson." He pouted at the double team but the bone chilling air entering his body made the team shiver, with the exception of Labrid and his well insulated plumber suit.

"Brr it's c-cold." The sorceress rubbed her arms together to generate warmth when she felt a large comfortable jacket over her shoulders. She pulled the outer wear that lingered on the clothes tighter and smiled at her cousin's thoughtful gesture.

"Thanks Ben." The swordsman retrieved his gunblade from the hovercart and gave a thumbs up. He configured the weapons and ensured the cartridges were locked and loaded for any needed explosive strikes.

"What now?" They looked around and found themselves stuck in a labyrinth of mazes. If their goal was to find Max then it would take forever to run into him given how confusing this place was. Gwen knelt down and began to close her eyes, feeling the lifeforce of this place as her eyes shot open with her hairs floating in the air.

"Let me try something." She traced bits of her father's lifeforce, piercing up the remnants and trailed he left pulsating around the base. She formed a mental link and the puzzle pieces began to rapidly fall in place, her heightened clairvoyance told her the story that their grandpa was indeed here but has now left.

"I'm sorry Ben, Grandpa Max was here maybe a couple of weeks ago, but not here now." Ben rested the blade on his shoulders, at least it confirmed their suspicions that Max was here. He sighed and took back his jacket from Gwen, dorning it on for the extra layer of protection in melee combat.

"So now what do we do?" A fair question from Kevin, now Max's trail had run cold with no new leads. The status quo has changed and their new goal wouldn't be locating their grandpa, it would be disrupting the alien's plans for mass domination.

"We finish the mission, and continue where Grandpa Max has left off." Labrid smiled at the serious and no-nonsense tone from Ben, this is precisely what his grandfather would have wanted. For him to assume such a responsibility despite having no reason to do so speaks volumes of his heroism.

"Well said." With their interests aligned, Gwen managed to piece together where the weapons room is and located it within the large room filled with the beating heart of the ship. It seemed like the main control room, yet no one was on duty, odd. A large alien brain can be seen pulsating in its incubator, presumably acting as a power source or the master control of the ship's core function. Kevin walked forward and configured the panel buttons to unlock the door, he grinned when he saw the motherload of laser lances all lined up beautifully for deployment.

"In here." Labrid narrowed his eyes at the sheer volume of these weapons, is this how the aliens sustain their operations? Selling illegal technology to humans and other species for profit? That might explain the complicated network they developed across galaxies and stirring up conflict, they are starting proxy wars to fuel their military industrial complex and sell their weapons!

"How do we blow it up without arousing suspicion?" Ben's perfectly valid question was met with a perfectly valid response from Kevin who coated himself in a sleek metallic blue.

"Easy, we do it loud and proud." The duelist sighed, did he not realize they were deep in enemy territory and could be potentially swarmed by them?

"Kevin that's not-" The sound of the metallic doors opening revealing the DNAliens chatting with one another before one of them spotted them.

"Intruders! Get them." Blaring alarm bells rang with the whole base instantly alerted of their presence, light in blinding red starting to flare and lit up all corners of the room, indicating a critical breach of error.

"Well going quiet is not a choice now!" The man of steel charged forward like a juggernaut, pinning down the aliens as they tried to reach the armory to no avail. Foot soldiers equipped with firearms soon approached them, blasting each of them with the accuracy of stormtroopers.

"Come on!" Gunfire exchanged from both sides as Ben somersaulted over the barrier Gwen created to dive into the DNAlien formations. He unleashed one of the cartridge energies and slammed the ground, creating a fiery explosion that broke their weapons and ranks that scattered them into smaller groups. With the main threat of gunfire down, Gwen took an offensive approach by conjuring a fire spell, muttering incantations as Ben and Kevin brought her some time to channel her spell.

"Tennyson you're getting pretty good with that thing!" Two aliens' heads were cracked together with Kevin using one of their bodies as a flail, swinging it around to wreak havoc among enemy lines. He eyed Ben as the swordsman parried a clawed attack and chopped his assailant's hand off with a change of blade alignment, swathing through it like scythe to grass.

"Thanks! Got some practice out of you." The steel skinned teenager scoffed at the cheap shot and slammed another alien facedown, perforating through the floor. The brutal strikes from them wiped the front liners clean with Ben dashing one corner to another by cross slashing his way into backlines.

"Oh we're going to have a rematch later." Gwen's eyes soon shot open with flames surrounding her palms, she slammed both palms on the ground and ignited various runic symbols that formed around the aliens' feet.

"Vol Ignis!" Streams of flame pillars erupted from the ground, searing apart the DNAliens that stray too close. The sudden increase in heat intensity scared most of the aliens away as they hastily made for a retreat yet the engulfing flames from Gwen's magic manage to consume most of the fleeing ranks. Seeing their sudden skittish behavior, Labrid blasted the fleeing aliens with his gun and rallied the team forward.

"They are vulnerable to high temperatures, press on!" With the piles of fainted DNAliens forming a mountain heap, Kevin threw the rest of the aliens and dusted his hands. The remnants of their resin spit on the ground was still disgusting though.

"So far so good." Ben gave a grin when he felt a sense of uneasiness stirring up his chest. He narrowed his eyes and felt the ground stomping when a large muscular white alien with black hands and feet appeared with the rest of his subordinates. Its purple face had four red eyes dotted around their face and chest, imposing and formidable, Ben had suspicions that he called the shots here.

"Maggots on my ship!?" Labrid glanced at his device, as he suspected. These are the ruthless and feared highbreeds that seeked to exterminate all life besides their own.

"That's the highbreed." The commanding alien clenched its clawed fists and pointed at them, stretching out its large orange wings like moths. Ben readied his trigger finger, they were severely outnumbered now the whole colony is aware of their presence. Exhausted and outmanned, Ben didn't rule out tactical retreat.

"And you would address me as such you vermin, I will dispose of this ship of its filth!" Instantly, the ferocity and power of the highbreed was demonstrated when its legs propelled him forward, crashing head first into Kevin's and grabbing his body like a dog toy.

"Let him go!" The ray gun blast from Labrid did little to hurt the alien as he seemed to shrug the projectiles off. Ben swooped into action as Gwen was busy handling the rest of the DNAliens armed with heavy alien tech, gatling guns of pure concentrated energy and alien blasters swarmed them at every turn. He readied his blade and hacked the highbreed's tall muscular legs, only for it to bounce off with little cuts for wear.

"Gah! You mongrel!" The sheer kick from its strong feet flung Ben to the nearby steel walls, slumping and injuring his back with his gunblade skidding across the floor. He groaned at the pain from his lower back and stood up again, time to unleash the trigger.

"Urgh, man." The light glow of pink from his cousin's shield was occasionally interrupted by streaks of blood red energy beams aiming for their heads. The highbreed threw Kevin onto the ground, stomping above him repeatedly like a jackhammer to a pavement.

"Gah! Weakened and battered by the relentless assault, Kevin winced at the incoming attack when the highbreed let out a piercing scream of pain. The cartridge's enhanced blade pierced through its rough hide, sinking onto the back of his abdomen as Ben tried his best to drive the glowing blade deeper into the creature's body with fang and claw. He cocked the hammer again to prepare another cartridge charge, pressing the trigger in hopes of getting something explosive.

"Argh!" Volatile beams of energy practically imploded within Highbreed's internal organs, releasing a bright blue force that blasted and bleeded the foul alien from within. Infuriated by the pain and anger, the Highbreed coiled and knelt down to the ground to support his weight while bashing Ben away with his arms. Kevin took the opportunity to recuperate from his wounds and coated himself in a shade of steel, raring to go for another fight.

Labrid, seeing the dire situation, quickly rolled out of Gwen's barrier and shot a beam of energy from his gun that swept across the entire room, knocking out the DNAliens from their weapons momentarily.

"He is way too strong for us to handle, I'll blow up the weapons and let's get out of here!" With no time for protocol or taking safety precautions, Labrid cocked the maximum ether charge for his ray gun and shot a powered up laser blast that ignited the entire armory filled with laser lancers. Fortunately Gwen managed to shield all of them in time when the explosion occurred, sending tremors and collapsing the whole structure in their wake.

"None of you are leaving here alive!" The imposing and formidable highbreed breathed with seething anger as its lackeys began to fall to the collapsing debris from above. Ben gritted his teeth and decided that being entombed in an alien ship was not the way to go.

"Kevin, Labrid, get Gwen and leave now!" Battered and tired, the highbreed could easily catch up to all of them and give them a thorough thrashing. If he wanted to be the vanguard and leader of the team, he must stall the highbreed long enough for them to leave. Naturally, his decision was met with much resistance from Gwen.

"Ben!" He flashed a smile to his cousin, cupping her cheeks briefly before giving her a confident wink.

"I will hold him off, don't worry! I still have a few tricks up my sleeve." Again with his stupid heroic theatrics and sacrifice, what the hell is wrong with him?

"But-" Ben eyed Kevin and gave him the look, earning an understanding nod and the mutual bro code established between them. He grabbed Gwen by the legs and set her across his shoulders, with Labister clearing a path by blasting the rest of the DNAliens soldiers with deadly precision. The entire ship was falling apart with fire and debris littered everywhere.

"You heard the man." Seeing his foes escaping, the highbreed threw nearby rock chunks and debris at them, only for Ben to smash them to smithereens with his aerial gunblade assault. Infuriated by the humiliating loss, the highbreed let out a screech and flapped its wings, its muscles began to swell and grow in size. It put both claws outward, unleashing a storm of needles from the tip of its vicious claws. The barrage of projectiles were parried and dodged by Ben, nimbly flowing and dashing around as he used the large space of the control room to his advantage.

The swordsman's quick reflexes allowed him to dodged a surprised charged attack from the highbreed, crashing and destroying the debris and steel haul ship with just his brute strength. Ben cocked the hammer of his blade for a new cartridge charge and decided that fighting against a stronger enemy requires a change of tactics, just like how Old Man George taught him.

'When confronting a foe who possesses superior strength, a swordsman must adapt their tactics to leverage their skills and minimize the opponent's advantage.' Green emerald eyes gleamed through the scene and with a twist of his hilt, Ben extended his tip of the blade into the flames still burning around the puddles of DNAlien resin, feeling the heat gradually burning his fingers and hands with every passing second. The highbreed slowly walked towards Ben, now it was just him and his prey, his superiors in Augstaka would not be pleased with the absolute failure caused by an inferior species.

"You sealed your fate, insect!" Blade and claw exchanged blows, the flurry of swipes managed to puncture a hole through the side of Ben's jacket, earning his ire when he slid between its hulking figure and delivered a slashed strike to the highbreed's knee.

"Annoying, little, excrement!" Seeing his chance to create distance, Ben ignited the cartridge within the barrel and scratched the tip of blade against the floor before him, drawing one straight line that soon erupted to walls of flames. As he suspected, the cartridges absorb whatever energy or element imbued by the blade and use it against their opponents.

"Come on big guy." Standing before the walls of flames, Ben swung the gunblade on his shoulder and taunted the raging highbreed with his other free hand. Hopefully, he had bought enough time and the gang had already escaped and ran far away from the facility.

"You think you can defeat me? A pure-blooded highbreed?" The noble swordsman raised his eyebrows, what's with everyone and racial purity these days huh? Wings stretched and hindlegs forward, the highbreed charged forward in sonic speed to pin Ben down with his legs.

"You've ruined everything by discovering this location. You've set our plans back for months!" Weaved and parried, Ben used another cartridge to deliver a fire-imbued strike with his gunblade, searing his foe's wings and rendering him flightless with the intense pain. Yet retribution was quick when his left arm was clawed by the sharp talons, drawing blood and deep wounds that made him lose his strength and focus. The highbreed showed no mercy by lifting Ben up with its claws, gripping him in a vice grip that made the young Tennyson scream in agony as he tried to slash his arm.

"Inferior scum, I will now need to relocate my ship to a new hiding place! But not before I cleanse the area of its impurities!"

"Cleanse the area?" The highbreed for the first time since the fight started showed changes in facial expression as his voice quivered with delight and sadism over the heinous acts he was aching to do. He calmly walked up to the main control room of the ship, seemingly forgoing the duel he had with Ben in favour of exposition.

"All life within 5 miles would be snuffed out! No witnesses to tell the tale!" Ben watched in horror when the highbreed slammed its claws onto the panels, activating the thrusters of the ship as the malfunctioning construct began to lift off to space. The blaring red light and destructive warning sign on the hologram panel showed the ship had a large death beam protruding below.

"You can't!" The highbreed cackled and threw Ben across the room, slamming him down the wall as the audible sound of bones cracking made him wince in harrowing pain. Weak and numbed by his injuries, Ben struggled to lift his weapon up with his uninjured hand.

"The best part is, I'm going to make you watch it!" Whirring sounds of highly concentrated beam blasted the lands below, disintegrating everything it touches with its death ray. Ben muffled the grunts of pain and checked his barrel with his back against the wall, and it was as dire as he thought.

'Last cartridge left, I need to make this count.' With the rest of the cartridges exhausted, he knew there was no way he could beat the highbreed in a one on one battle in his severely crippled and weakened state. No, his priority was to stop that ship from harming innocence and as his eyes landed on the incubator hosting the hive mind directing the ship's function, he knew what he had to do.

'Forgive me Gwen.' Gathering every ounce of strength within his body, Ben mustered every grit and determination to run forward. He sprinted forward with the blade held high, crackling with intense either point energy coating the high steel as blood spewed from his lips and arm. He let out a warcry and slammed the empowered blade into the main control system, overloading the entire ship by frying the alien brain with high voltages.

"No! You fool!" The highbreed could only cowered in fear and terror when the ship's lights blinked and various warning signals in its native language began to rapidly overlap one another. The violent force soon erupted around the panels, bursting steams, electricities and fires that sank the brain apart, killing the host of the ship and the highbreed's hopes for annihilation.

Gwen clasped her hands and bit her lower lip when the entire mothership flew to the starry night sky. Her heart beated rapidly, the fate of her cousin remains unknown and uncertain. How was he going to get back down? What if he was sent to outer space? She was helpless to do anything, unable to cast a single spell that could help him.

Seconds turned into minutes, and the ship was barely visible in the night sky. Her fingers twitched and her heart sank lower and lower at the prospects her cousin was now gone. She clenched her fists to suppress the tears that formed on her eyes, bitterly hating herself for not putting her foot down when he needed her.

And then just as the ship disappeared into view, the visual explosive cloud of fire and the deafening blast made Gwen scream.

"BEN! NO!" Kevin held her back as she flailed around, her grip strength pried him apart and shove him away, her teary green eyes dilated rapidly in disbelief that Ben was-

"There he is!" Akin to a meteor crashing into oblivion, the unconscious body of Ben Tennyson rapidly descended from above as his figure gradually grew larger along with the debris falling with him. Without any moment to waste, Gwen's emotions amplified her overflowing mana as she floated above in the air with a bright pink aura blinding everything within her vicinity. Her eyes gleamed and she levitated higher and higher until she sensed her cousin's lifeforce near her.

She extended both palms out and synchronized her energies with Ben, praying to the universe that this would work the way she wanted.

'Please, please, please-' It was faint, but she could sense his lifeforce still pulsating with life amidst his falling state! Attuning to his mana, she closed her eyes and bound his essence onto her own, allowing her to directly cast her spell onto him.

"I got you, I got you." Kevin and Labrin watched in disbelief and awe when Ben's body gently descended down as if he was floating. The fireworks that is the starships debris behind the starry night backdrop was oddly beautiful despite the grave situation. But with Ben safely in Gwen's arms, she dispelled her magic and laid her cousin's head on her lap. She brushed his hair and gasped at his blood soaked jacket, she pulled up the sleeves and quickly applied a magic seal onto his bleeding wounds as a makeshift bandage. Fortunately, Kevin managed to sprint to his car and returned with a medkit, patching the injured Tennyson with basic first-aid skills.

"Take him home, I can handle the rest." The teenagers turned to Labrid, his pensive and gruff voice indicated fatigue and exhaustion. In fact, they all were after the chain of events that happened tonight. It was a whirlwind chase and each discovery led to a deeper rabbit hole.

"You sure?" The plumber nodded and took out a plumber badge from his utility belt, giving it to Gwen as a means of contacting him. These kids had done more than enough, went above and beyond even. Plumber operations on earth were essentially obsolete after the remnants of the human agents went into retirement, and it didn't seem like earth was under any alien threat either. Now however, things must change and headquarters must be made aware of this.

"Keep me contacted." He bid them farewell and walked to the crash site of the supposed mothership, donning his ID mask to disguise himself as a detective. Kevin sighed and placed one hand on his hips, long tired day and he didn't even get paid, lovely.

"Come on, I will drop you guys off." Kevin huffed and grabbed Ben but not before Gwen sensed the residue energy of his cousin's gunblade nearby. She ran towards the source of the energy and was amazed that the blade was intact, albeit with major mechanical damage that was far too complex and advanced for human repairs. She grabbed the blade and ran towards Kevin's car, ferrying both of Tennyson's home.

"So where to?" Gwen frowned and glanced at Ben's state, there is no way they can bring him home like this, or even for the next few days. His wounds are grave but rushing to the hospital like this as under 16 years olds would mean they need to get consent from their parents or guardians, not to mention the heavy billing cost. She bit her lower lip until she remembered someone near and dear to her. She dialed the number and patiently waited for the person to pick it up.

"Julie? Are you home?" The raven haired teenager blinked, wondering why Gwen called her this late at night and asking her this peculiar question. She seemed uncharacteristically worried and tired.

"Yeah? Gwen what's wrong?"

"Are your parents home?"

"No they went back to Japan, why? What's going on?" Gwen hesitated for a moment but the sight of her injured cousin was enough to push back those worries. They needed a place to stay tonight and Julie was a trusted confidant and friend.

"I will explain later, Ben is hurt and-"

"Say no more, come quick." She grinned at the quick agreement, understanding and awesome as always. The auburn haired sorceress directed Kevin to Julie's place, and after breaking the speed limit in the name of emergency, they finally arrived at Julie's house who's light was turned on. Gwen unbuckled her seatbelt when Kevin spoke with his hands on the steering.

"Listen, I'm a shady guy and done lots of terrible stuff, but if you ever need my help, give me a call." The charming debonair received a kiss to his cheek as thanks, earning a fluster expression as Gwen effortlessly carried Ben's body and his gunblade case to Julie's door. As Kevin sped off into the distance, Gwen took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell with her elbows. The sound of footsteps running in the house and the door unlocking followed, with Julie opening the door to welcome them.

"Gwen- Oh god Ben? What happened?" Julie's hands cupped Ben's cheeks, there were little cuts around his face but otherwise it was minor compared to the absolute battering the rest of his body received. The asian american felt he heart churned at Ben's injured state, what the hell happened to him?

"Explain later." She composed herself and nodded, right! Ben's needs come first before her own questions.

"Put him on my bed." The two ladies entered Julie's room and placed the unconscious Tennyson on the bed. Julie held her left arm in anticipation of an explanation as Gwen brushed Ben's hair aside and wiped away any grime or soot visible on his face. Perhaps aware that Julie was watching her, she stopped her actions and turned to her.

"Gwen, you're injured too." She glanced down and realized her clothes had bits of cuts on them, her skin had some minor cuts and bruises but otherwise she was alright. The tennis player pulled her chair forward to allow Gwen to sit on it, allowing her to rest for once.

"I will go get some disinfectants and bandages." The sweetheart of a girl exited the room and rummaged through the first-aid in her kitchen, taking out the much needed medical supplies for Gwen. She returned and smiled when Gwen was tending to Ben's side, holding onto his hand for dear life.

"Ben will be okay, he is a trooper." Startled by her quick presence, Gwen loosened a smile and let out a pent up sigh. Ben would be okay, his vital levels according to his life force has been stabilized. As Julie applied the disinfectant solutions onto Gwen's wrist, the sorceress decided to be forward and honest with her best friend.

"Julie we- look tonight has been a crazy night, just know that Ben and I, we're not normal people." Her hazel brown eyes darted from the large cased suit sitting in the corner of the room to Gwen's frizzled hair. Not normal people, isn't really telling much considering how weird the cousins were in the first place.

"Go on." She gasped when Gwen grabbed her hand, interlocking them tightly to usher her to sit down. Then her hands glowed with mana, widening Julie's eyes with her display of magic. The long and lengthy explanation soon followed, the events from Summer break, their past exploits as heroes and the events that led up to what happened tonight were laid open for Julie. For the young teenager, she had a hard time comprehending most of the information but she did understand all of it.

"That's a lot to take in, so you two were like superheroes?" That was one way to call them, Watch Boy and Lucky Girl were just monikers that seemed catchy and cheesy.

"We used to be, now we are just trying to find our grandfather. Guess you can say, we were forced out of retirement." Julie was absolutely fascinated, to think Ben was hiding this from her the entire time. She felt both betrayed and offended, yet she ultimately did understand his secrecy. I mean would she really believe him without any proof?

"Cool, then Ben no longer can turn into the aliens?"

"No, he gave back the watch to its creator." That was surprising, at least to what Julie thinks of Ben. Call it a hunch but it never seemed like Ben would give up something that means so much to him, it's the reason why he took the sword fighting classes with George so seriously, it meant something to Ben. It's not just swinging a sword or being cool, it represented an ideology and a way of life that defined him.

"Doesn't seem like Ben to do that… no wonder he touches his wrist every now and then." Gwen noticed that too, whenever he felt nervous or self-doubting himself, he would instinctively touch the wrist where the Omnitrix attached itself too. The watch provided a sense of security and confidence to him.

"It was fine during Summer break since we have our grandpa guiding us, but if we were to continue without him, I think we would have gone down very different paths. Ben agreed and decided that he didn't want to endanger our parents who didn't know about our alien exploits either." That made sense to Julie, Ben had always been mindful of his responsibilities. Even when they were friends, he always kept his promises of being there for her or fulfilling his weekly session with George. It was small and minor to some, but it's the character and discipline that made him so great. It made logical sense for Ben to evaluate the usefulness of the Omnitrix, he has his responsibility as a peacekeeper but he also has his responsibilities as a son too.

"Despite being laid back and casual, Ben always took responsibility seriously." The two laid eyes on his sleeping form, a soft smile plastered their expressions.

"He does, even if he doesn't show it. The decision was a long and hard one though, first time ever seeing him racking his brain around something." The two shared a giggle when Ben's finger began to move, he let out a series of low groans and stirred around the bed.

"Ngh." The absolute joy lit up on their eyes as Julie and Gwen sat on the edge of the bed.

"Ben!" Feeling warm, safe and undeniably comfortable, the gallant swordsman of the west opened his eyes and found himself dazed. His vision became much clearer and the familiar face of Julie and Gwen came into view.

"Julie? Gwen? What happened- Wait, the Highbreed and the attack! It was heading towards a hospital and-" The sudden jerked up from sitting upright made him wince in pain from the fast movements. Julie patted his back and slowly rested it against her fluffy pillows, just the mere touch of his swollen back told her enough that Ben was thoroughly beaten up and sustained heavy injuries.

"You stopped it in time, everyone is safe. Recognize this place?" Gwen's words brought much comfort and relief to Ben, he slowly looked around before making the horrific realization that he was in Julie's bed and Miss Yamamoto was sitting next to him. God, what the hell do they say to her and why did Gwen bring them here!?

"Julie! Uh, I can explain! Gwen and I were- we were… Gwen help me out here." She chuckled at the desperate look on her cousins' face while Julie just rolled her eyes at how bad Ben is at lying. The auburn beauty shuffled closer and spoke softly, in hopes of not startling her cousin with the revelation.

"I already told her Ben." Hit with a force of a thousand bombs, Ben's reaction was what Gwen expected. He held the blanket to his chest and leaned forward to her.

"Like just what happened tonight or everything?" His eyes darted towards Julie and back to Gwen exasperatedly, please tell him that Gwen didn't told Julie-

"Everything." He placed his hands on his face and let out a muffled scream, as if being thrashed and beaten up by a literal space nazis weren't enough, now the girl he liked thinks he is a freak! A hand on his shoulders broke his antics, with Julie's warm brown eyes washing away his anxiety and regret.

"Ben it's okay, I think it's really cool." The much needed words changed his mood drastically, he felt her intertwining his fingers and clasping them tightly.

"Really?" She leaned forward and wrapped her other arm around his shoulders. Why on earth did he think she would have a negative reaction to this? Ben in her eyes was already amazing, now he is still a dork- but cooler dork!

"Of course, you're a hero! Why would anyone not like a hero?" An uncontrollable goofy smile was let out from Ben and Gwen's heart squealed internally watching her cousin sway his body left and right over Julie's compliment as if he was containing his excitement. These two are the source of her diabetes with how cute their interactions are. But with the elephant in the room mentioned and acknowledged, Ben was more concerned that their grandpa's whereabouts remains elusive to them.

"Grandpa is still out there." A tousle to his hair from his cousin eliminated his pensive and serious expression. Not in front of Julie!

"We can worry about that later, now rest." Julie agreed wholeheartedly, Ben shouldn't be thinking about future problems, that is for future him to figure out. Now he should get some much needed rest and recuperate his injured body.

"You two can take the bed, I will take the couch." Ben shook his head to Julie's suggestion and pointed out that she had a spare bed for him to rest on.

"No way, I know you have a futon. I will take it-" The room immediately went cold with Julie staring at Ben with a stern expression fitting for a worried mother.

"Ben Tennyson you are gravely injured and you almost died, sleep in this bed!" With no support from his cousin, Ben nodded meekly and placed his chin above the warm blanket wrapped around him.

"Yes ma'am." Satisfied with his cooperation, Julie decided that maybe she should take the futon instead of sleeping outside the living room. The air conditioning was one thing, but it was the desire to be by Ben's side that motivated her more.

"I will go shower first if it's okay?" Gwen was in dire need of a warm bath and a call to their parents to inform them that she was staying over at Julie's house with Ben. It's already 11 PM, no doubt her phone was filled with missed calls and messages.

"Sure, my wardrobe is on the right, feel free to take any clothes." Well aware of Julie's clothes and fashion sense since they frequently exchanged clothes, Gwen took a few pairs of tank tops and shorts before entering the bathroom. The silence that followed made Ben stare at Julie, seemingly at a loss at what he should say after such a heavy revelation.

"Sorry for barging in like this." She patted his head and held his uninjured arm, snuggling it between her chest for some much needed comfort and touch.

"It's fine." He leaned against her head, savoring the warmth and comfort she just naturally exudes. He stared idly into the wall, wondering what the future would be like now he is back to becoming a hero.

"It's dangerous isn't it?" Soft and reluctant, Ben could tell she was worried and rightfully so. Every mission he embarked on could have resulted in his death yet he was always confident that the Omnitrix would have his back, now he doesn't have that luxury anymore. He didn't have enhanced durability, capabilities or elemental powers, nor did he have every answer to any situation and adapt accordingly. That has always been the Omnitrix's greatest strength, its versatility.

"Yeah." His eyes opened widely when Julie kissed his cheeks tenderly, before squeezing their clasped hands again.

"Please let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Her intentions, however pure and sweet, still made Ben frown. This was precisely the reason why he didn't want Julie to know, he didn't want her to be involved with his heroic affairs.

"Julie no, I don't want to drag you into this." Noble, but weak reasoning on Ben's part. Julie was not going to let him face the shadows and dangers alone. Be it physical, mental or emotional support, she would be by his side just like how has always been by her's.

"Ben, I'm not letting you do this alone, just say the word and I will be there." The firm and resolute tone left no room for argument or compromise. Ben accepted her decision and leaned his forehead against her's, thanking the stars and universe above that she was willing to do this for him.

"Thanks Julie." The soft heartfelt whisper was reciprocated with a passionate kiss to him. He held body close to him and cupped her cheeks, pulling in for a deeper kiss to express his love and affection for her. Flushed cheeks and saliva strings, the two parted lips and stared at one another affectionately when an audible gasp broke their mood.

"I-I was just wondering which towel I should take- I'm leaving now bye!" A sheepish Gwen exited the room and slammed the door shut to give the two some much needed privacy, leaving Ben and Julie blushing furiously in their bed. The two stared at one another and giggled at being caught red handed, with the male teenager scratching his cheek in embarrassment.

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His eyes were closed with sweat dripping down the sides of his head. Focus, technique and control, aspects he is well versed in given his martial background. He ignored the faint mischievous giggle coming from the two ladies and continued to stretch upwards and outwards, maintaining perfect form and peak body stature with his immaculate pose. His muscles and ligaments started to sore with every passing second, stretching his body to new limits both literally and figuratively. Try as he might, however, the shaking limbs and sheer concentration exuded from the young Tennyson crumbled when he felt the soft whisper from his cousin dangerously close to his ear.

“Ben~” The borderline sultry ASMR whisper and the tingle around his cerebral cortex collapsed the steadfast swordsman down to the yoga mat. He fell down with his face planted onto the soft mattress and groaned at the aching body that practically folded like a collapsed bridge. The little fits of grumbles ensued as his mother and cousin sat on their yoga ball with the most wicked of grins plastered on their faces. Why did he agree to this session when it is nothing but suffering? The temptress that is his cousin giggled and swayed her body back and forth as if she was celebrating her victory.

“Not cool guys.” His mother who frequently goes for her yoga classes often tries to indoctrinate- I mean persuade others to join her in this  hobby of her’s. His father had managed to dodge the bullet through the power of friendship by hanging out with his friends, while Gwen had long expressed a desire to take up yoga given its many physiological and emotional benefits in stress relief. 

Unfortunately, the young male Tennyson was dragged in by proxy and was forced to partake in the lessons. Yet this was all meticulously planned by Gwen to have Ben do some post-injury yoga to better mend his wounds and help with his flexibility. It was a miracle he made such a speedy recovery with Julie and her acting as his personal nurse, a fact that was still hidden from his parents due to the excuse of staying over Julie’s place. 

Needless to say, his parents had the completely wrong idea when he returned home from Julie’s complaining about a sore body and being drained.

“Not as easy as it looks huh tough guy?” He ignored his mother’s jibe and crawled around the yoga mat like a parched man stuck in the Sahara Desert. He weakly reached for the glass of water when Gwen rolled the ball over and pulled him up, allowing him to drink the glass of water properly without waterboarding himself. Dressed in a white tank top, black leggings and her ponytail hairstyle, Ben had an admittedly hard time prying his eyes away from her form when she did poses that accentuate her curves and figure, which was basically all yoga poses.

But the sound of the door bell ringing caught all of their attention, Ben stood up and went to the door viewer to get a glance on the mysterious interloper visiting the Tennyson household. To his surprise, a familiar face appeared seemingly out of nowhere. 

“Hello Ben.” The noir detective appeared with his fedora tipped, much to the young man’s hardest effort to conceal his elation. A pair of hands sat on Ben’s shoulders and he chuckled when Gwen’s eyes widened and frantically darted her eyes around Labrid’s suave disguise.

“Who’s at the door?” Sandra poked her head behind and gave a nod to the stranger at her doorstep, he seemed a little suspicious given his fedora and long coat but the kids seemed friendly to him.

“He’s a good friend of Grandpa Max.” The detective tipped his fedora again, though Ben stiffened a laugh given the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Gwen was less pleased at why he showed up at their homes like this.

“Hello, you must be Sandra.” The blonde haired mother beamed and nodded, it would be improper to not allow him in and treat him as his esteemed guest.

“I am, come on in please.”

“Haha thank you, but I’m just visiting. I need to talk to the kiddos for a while, it won't be long.” Sandra glanced at the two adolescents who gave her a thumbs up. So as long as she can see them through the window, she is alright with it. Besides, Ben and Gwen are well versed in martial arts despite their slim stature, and Max’s judgment for people is often understated. Worse comes to worse, she will just shove the flower vase at him if he tries anything funny.

“Sure, we just wrapped up our little exercise, Ben can barely take another stretch.” The brunette pouted when his mother tousled his hair patronizingly, as much as he hated how much she treated him like a little child, he did miss the times where he spent more time with her. Now, he is either in school, soccer field or off to fight aliens. 

“Haha, funny mom.” With his mother off to her exercising again, the pair of cousins exited the house and closed the door shut. Ben eyed the plumber in disguise and focused his expression given the gravity of the situation.

“Labrid what are you doing here?” Still donning his human disguise, the plumber placed both hands in his coat pocket and spoke with a gruff smile.

“Thought I come visit you to see if your fins are still flipping, looks like you made a speedy recovery.“ Much of Ben’s recovery can be attributed to Julie and Gwen staying by his side, either feeding him nourishing soup, weird herbal medicine or using Gwen’s magic to soothe his wounds by mending them gently. Her magic, while impressive, still lacks the flexibility of healing and rejuvenation factors that mend wounds and provide succor to injured souls. Charmcaster’s grimoire scarcely had any magic that deals with restoration arts, most of them are hexes or curses, so Gwen had to experiment very carefully with bone alignment and dulling the pain of her cousin.

“Is the mothership destroyed?” Labrid nodded to Gwen’s question, he had indeed confirmed with his own eyes that the ship crashed into a large stretch of desert. Fortunately, he managed to remain elusive when authorities arrived with their choppers and special unit forces. It seems the Federal Bureau of Investigation is aware of alien activity on earth. 

“I checked the wreckage but with no signs of the Highbreed, the rest of the DNAliens were killed.” Damn that alien, what would it take to kill it? Its hatred for other species seemed to fuel its determination and grit for survival. Racism and xenophobia as a source of power, name a worse duo than that.

“That’s not good news.” Seeing the frown on the youngster’s face, the veteran plumber chuckled and dusted the remnants of spores and dust off his fedora, revealing his brown hair disguise that looked real and synthetic.

“Ah but I do bear good news. When are you two able to leave?” Ben raised his eyebrows, the stoic magister sound excited despite the gruff tone. Cool and ready to deliver as always, Ben steeled a determined look and nodded.

“Now.” The side eye from his cousin and her eyes wandering to their sweaty clothes made him reconsider that statement.

“Uh later, let us shower first.” The plumber nodded and stood patiently next to his car, as he waited for the Tennysons to tend to their hygiene and get ready. His eyes gleamed over the suburban neighborhood that was far peaceful and homely compared to his homeworld. Aquarians are species of sea dwelling aliens who thrive on building close communities and building impressive underwater temples akin to ziggurats or necropolises. They were a relatively primitive species but that made their way of living simple and peaceful.

But after reminiscing about his own home planet and his family, the cousins appeared with Ben holding the heavy gun case in his left arm. Evidently, the boy’s hair was still damp with his clothes hastily put on. The young swordsman whistled at the vehicle he entered and slammed the door shut, placing the gun case tightly on his lap.

“Nice car.”

“Official Plumber Transport, it might stick out a little on earth so there’s a cloaking device installed.” Colour Ben intrigued, plumber tech is truly impressive. The exterior and interior of the car seemed like a normal Toyota Camry but the observant eye may have noticed that the steering wheel didn’t harbor the insignia of the car brand, instead it has a red spot on it. 

“Cool, this beats Kevin’s car.” Engines rev and wheels turning, the company cruised through the road and into the heart of Chicago. The two cousins peered through the outside windows, greedily absorbing all the sights and sounds of the urban scenery. The towering skyscrapers and the monumental buildings were truly something their small town lacked, a good thing considering the detrimental effects of gentrification and modern urbanization.

“So where are we going?” Labrid’s eyes were firmly on the road, though he did pause before speaking, they were close to the location. The bustling highway was filled with cars and lorries honking their way through.

“Your grandfather’s workshop.” As the car slowly rolled up to the side of the road. The premises in question were blocks away from the main hustle and bustle of the city, right next to the vast open sea. The occasional squeaks of seagulls and the sight of cats lazing around the warm stone pavements highlighted the tranquility and serenity of the place. Ben leaned his head against the glass and glanced at the signboard of the workshop.

“Max’s Plumbing?” The cousins quickly got off the car and stared at the premise that was clearly brand new. The paint coated around the signage had little wear and tear while the rustic brick walls were sturdy and in good condition. Since when did their grandfather own a plumbing shop?

Labrid slowly took a key from his pocket and unlocked the front door. The audible click was followed by the sound of a bioscanner reading Labrid’s vitals and cellular structure. After much anticipation, a green light appeared above them and an audible ding was heard, granting the company access to the store. 

“Was he here? Do you have any clues about his whereabouts?” The hopeful voice of Ben Tennyson was dashed when Labrid switched on the lights and closed the door shut, shedding away his ID masks and disguise after they were safe and private. 

“Sadly no, but there’s a reason why I brought you two here.” Labrid calmly walked towards the restroom and ushered the two to step in, which they reluctantly did so given the very weird circumstances they found themselves in. But with a pull of the toilet flush handle, a bright green circular outline formed around their feet, slowly sinking the platform downwards into an elevator-like tube with the trapdoor above sealed shut once they were in the shaft. Calm and stoic as always, Labrid resisted the urge to smirk when the Tennyson’s looked rightfully perplexed and in awe at the underground facility they found themselves descending to.

“After combing through data files and deciphering the messages Max left on his old plumber pager, I received the coordinates and location of this place. Suffice to say, his intentions were immediately well known to me.” The sight of a large sprawling mission control center field with large machines, panels and screens were reflected on Ben’s green emerald eyes. He placed two hands on the transparent elevator walls and smiled widely at the cool plumber tech that seemed to glow with intricate detail. The circuit boards, it's exactly like the high tech stuff you find in sci-fi movies, all of this was surreal if not perplexing.

“This is like the Plumber base on Mount Rushmore!” Gwen followed his cousin’s excitement and like two kids opening their presents during christmas day, the pair ooh and ah at the large underground space that was still unfurnished and in need of repairs. 

“Similar in design and concept. The Plumber Organization on earth has been established for a very long time, since the days of your founding fathers even. It wasn’t until as of recent decades when earth’s plumber group joined forces with the intergalactic law enforcement, Red Spots, as we are commonly known. We took the moniker of the Plumbers and hence a new organization was formed, with the sole purpose of defending and protecting the universe from anyone wishing to harm it.” The elevator soon stopped and reached the main floor, opening up its doors to allow the occupants to enter the room. It was dimly lit with only a few light panels providing the most barren of illumination, it was kinda creepy looking given how echoey their footsteps were.

“Ironically, the very inspiration and organization that galvanized the Plumber was left obsolete and inactive. After your grandfather and his squadron retired, earth’s plumber force dropped drastically in quality and quantity. Their effectiveness was muddled with bureaucracy and politics, and the Magisters in the High Council decided to withdraw all funding and resources to the Plumbers on earth. Earth Plumber division was essentially decommissioned.” The revelation surprised them both, they were near certain that there were many Plumbers on earth operating in different countries or regions all for the sole purpose of protecting earth from alien threats. Now, they were told they weren’t any plumbers left?

“So there are no more active plumbers on earth?” Gwen’s earnest question was met with a sigh from Labrid.

“No and there is no need for one, earth is considered a peaceful planet with no alien threats to speak off. Those that did occur were swiftly dealt with by the Tennysons and earth’s major governments who quickly formed their own joint-cooperation.” Ben raised his eyebrows as the latter, did earth have their own SCP foundation or something? It makes sense for governments to have their own teams to deal with extraterrestrial threats in their respective countries. Given how fragmented the world has become and the volatility of geopolitics, perhaps some autonomy was needed, lord knows that some world leaders have been acting erratically. 

“But now the Highbreeds and DNAliens are showing up.” Labrid nodded to Gwen’s statement, this was an existential threat that earth’s forces alone can’t deal with. It wasn’t just the superior technology the Highbreed has, it's the fact that aliens are real that would shatter the public’s illusion of peace that would quickly turn into widespread terror and riots. The Highbreeds are preparing for an invasion with an armada of spaceships capable of searing buildings apart prime and ready. Yet misinformation and panic is by far the biggest threat any authorities would have to face in times of crisis, something which the plumbers had painful experience with before.

“Correct. Your grandfather’s last recorded message was a request. To reinstate the Earth Plumber Division to deal with galactic and anomalistic threats.” Ben took a moment to process Labrid’s words before Gwen beat him to it.

“He wants us to assemble a team?” The magister nodded and slotted his red spot badge onto one of the panel’s compartments. Complicated lines of text and code fluttered across the screen and his plumber ID and profile were instantly brought up to screen.

“Yes and to my delight, it has received approval from Her Magistrata herself.” Tapping his fingers around the panels and keyboards, he confirmed his ID and serial security detail before the whole plumber base came roaring back to life. The sound of generators and computers booting spooked the two Tennysons as lights, ventilation and air conditioning systems were automated to its fullest degree.  

“Who is the Magistrata?” Labrid finished configuring the system and initiated all defensive matrixes, he tapped his fingers against his fish tank helmet and continued to override the system Max had setted to gain full access and autonomy, all while explaining the plumber organization branch to the two teens.

“The leader of the Plumbers and the highest authority one can answer to, get in her good graces and you will have a smooth ride.” Gwen, while admittedly finding much joy in seeing all of this, was still frankly concerned on how they built a team from ground up.

“But how do we restore an entire organization to its former glory?”

“We start small. Given the Highbreed’s superior technological prowess and resources, we should remain low to not rouse suspicion from them or earth’s authorities.” She crossed her arms and leaned against Ben’s shoulder from the sudden gust of cool air. Labrid has been quite vocal on making sure nobody on earth knows about their existence. Personally, she had a gut feeling the old plumber division came into conflict with government authorities or deep state actors that led to the disbandment of the plumbers on earth. It certainly wouldn’t be surprising given armed forces are gradually closing the training and technological gap with the Plumbers as years rolled by.

“Lowkey and discreet, that’s fine by me.” Labrid grunted and turned towards the duo. He softened his features before a look of pride crept onto his face, he held his plumber badge out and placed one hand on his chest. The theatrics from the seasoned veteran confused the two, until he spoke his oath.

“By my authority as a magister, I hereby welcome both Ben Tennyson and Gwen Tennyson as a full-fledged member of our plumber corps on earth.” The cousins widened their eyes and glanced at one another before turning back to Labrid who extended two plumber badges out.

“That makes both of you, the first officiated plumbers on earth in decades. Wear that badge with pride my friends, you have earned it.” The pair took their badge and held it tightly in their palms. For Ben, knowing he could officially follow his grandfather’s footsteps and become a galactic peacekeeper like him was surreal. Sure he has been doing hero work since he was a 10 year old, but it feels different knowing his talents and efforts have been recognized by a higher authority. 

“That means we are full fledged plumbers now?” Their moment of triumph and ballad of glory was dashed when Labrid cleared his throat when he gave an indecisive answer. 

“Yes and no.” Their elated mood was dashed with the two crossing their arms and staring at Labrid with a deadpan expression.

“What?”

“Her Magistrata had requested with the fullest discretion that earth’s Plumber division to operate under a covert and clandestine manner. Though you are legally deemed as a galactic officer of the law, you are also exempt from the norm rules and regulations you will have to follow by virtue of secrecy.” Gwen was a tad confused by this exception, but Ben understood immediately.

“So black-ops.” Labrid sighed and nodded. Though he personally disagreed with the Magistrata’s decision to exempt the Tennysons from the norms and regulations all plumbers must abide by, he did understand that their powers and strength were a boon to their organization given how stretched out the plumbers were. In truth, it would make their operations so much easier on earth knowing they do not have to follow the rigid rules all plumbers had to follow to the letter.

“But why the secrecy?” A good question from the curious Gwen.

“Highbreeds are a species of war hungry aliens that seeked to colonize and conquer planets. They have been discovered infiltrating Plumber operations before, acting as moles to feed information of our patrols to lure them into deadly ambushes. It is not wise to announce the sudden re-establishment for our operations especially when the highbreeds are well versed in subterfuge and espionage through their ID masks. And, the establishment of earth’s plumber corps may not be favorable to many within the plumber council given past run-ins.” If the highbreed is as formidable as Labrid says there are, it is no wonder why he is taking so many precautions. The auburn haired teenager leaned against the table and watched in amusement as her cousins sat on the chair and spun around like a kid, only to find himself getting dizzy after the successive spinning. 

“That makes sense, we have the element of surprise.” Recovered from his dazzling performance, Ben stood up and clipped the plumber badge to his belt.

“So Labrid, where do we begin?” With a smile, the alien magister inserted a key drive into the system. The various names and profiles of different individuals begin to list down in perfect synchronic detail.

“A list of promising plumber recruits I have gathered, most of these recruits are the offspring of former plumbers. It’s customary if not legally questionable for a plumber to pass their badge to their children.” Gwen raised her eyebrows at the snarky passing remark.

“Why is it legally questionable?”

“Intergalactic travel requires planetary approval from their respective immigration laws, you can imagine the ease of having a plumber badge that essentially acts as a universal passport that allows you to travel at will.” Now that she thinks about it, how does interplanet travel work when it comes to tourism and the economy? Does one need spacecraft flight approval whenever they visit another planet? Her mind went overdrive with the millions of questions but she decided that she could get into those details later. 

“Then let’s get to it then right Ben? Let’s recruit some allies.” The joyous and determined tone from Gwen was met with Ben holding his damaged and visibly cracked gunblade with his hand.

“I would but this thing is still damaged.” The gunblade’s cylinder was detached and loose, the edges of the blade were blunt and chipped off while the barrel had scratch and burnt marks all over it. By all means, it’s almost unsalvageable with how complicated and tedious the repair process would be.

“Ah your gunblade, I’m amazed it survived the wreckage.” The pathetic excuse of a weapon made Ben sighed. Although it was an unorthodox piece of tech, he oddly grew fond of using it after seeing its potential for versatility and destruction. The cartridge system was an interesting use given the capabilities for sundering things apart.

“I honestly don’t know what to do.” The arm around his shoulders from his cousin did cheer him up a little, but he has no Omnitrix to his name and the plumber armory didn’t seem to be operational yet. Fortunately, Labrid knew the very person who can provide salvation to Ben’s woes.

“Fear not, I know of a brilliant plumber who can repair our equipment and function as our mission control. A sound logistical and technical mind within our ragtag group.” The two were cautiously optimistic at this seemingly incredible person.

“That person sounds pretty incredible, who is it?” Labrid mentally prepared himself and pressed the button on the panel, selecting the first name on the list and maximizing the plumber’s profile and picture to the cousins. Their emerald eyes scanned the profile, human, excellent grades, cold aloof personality and-

“She seemed familiar… is this Elena? I haven’t seen her since she moved out of Bellwood! Wait, why is her name here?” She is Elena Valadis, there was no mistake about it. A childhood friend of theirs, Ben vividly remembered spending much time with her before she suddenly moved out of Bellwood. A little shy and often picked on by the other kids, she found much comfort and enjoyment in playing football with him after he extended a hand to her. Had she not moved away, Julie and her would be good friends given Miss Yamamoto transfer to Bellwood a few months after Elena’s departure. 

“I assume you weren’t aware her father was a plumber.” The revelation surprised the duo, to hear someone close to them is the daughter of a plumber was honestly shocking. Perhaps it was why her father and their grandpa got along so well, they were the one who introduced them to each other after all.

“What?”

“Max didn’t tell you then, her entire family was forced to move out of Bellwood after her father, a high ranking Plumber Investigator, was discovered stealing alien tech. A serious breach of conduct among our organization, one which would see you stripped of your position and branded as an intergalactic criminal.” Ben wasn’t sure how to process all of the information. Bombshell after another, all he knew was that Elena was a cool person to hang around with and that she shouldn’t bear the brunt of her father’s actions.

“But that’s not her fault! It’s her father’s!” Labrid acknowledged that fact, no child should be chained to their family’s horrendous actions. Yet reality is harsh and the ostracisation from society is evident.

“It didn’t matter, the damage was already done.” Gwen comforted her cousin by patting his shoulders. While she wasn’t as close to Elena as Ben was, she did find it heartbreaking that someone whom she knew was forced to relocate far away from the people they knew and love. She narrowed her eyes and spoke in a more assertive tone.

“Then why drag her into this now?” Labrid sighed and crossed his arms, fate is a cruel mistress.

“Read the list and her profile again.” The cousins screened the profile one last time when Gwen’s sharp eyes picked up the fact Elena joined the Plumber corps voluntarily at the age of 12. Is that even legal? Ben and Gwen are turning 15 this year so maybe an intergalactic organization had no qualms about child labour.

“No way, she joined the plumbers?” Labrid and his peers were as surprised as they were too. Why would you voluntarily join the very organization that branded your father as a traitor and thief if not for the intention of revenge?

“Her motivation was to clear her father’s name, though we had our suspicions and mistrusts, she exceeded all of our expectations and became a promising researcher and scientist among the research division field. Yet according to her instructors and superiors, many other students and recruits still harbor mistrust and hatred against her.” His emerald eyes sharpened, refusing to believe that Elena or her father would ever do something like this. She always talked about how amazing and cool her father is, always doing the right thing and making sure the family is well taken care of. Surely a family man of his stature would never betray the organization he devoted his life to, right?

“And you all decided to do nothing?” The aquarian understood Ben’s sentiments perfectly, but he had to be rational here. The image of the plumbers were tarnished with their reputation severely affected when news of Victor Valadis thievery were leaked. The public relation disaster that followed made it difficult for the Plumbers to continue operations with other governments and peacekeeping organizations. Not to mention the various diplomatic disasters that involved false accusations of misconduct from different parties who had long sought to discredit the Plumbers to destabilize them.

“Many of the academy did not see her in a favorable light after what her father did, no one was willing to defend a traitor’s offspring.” Ben sighed and felt uneasy that she had to go through that. It was bad enough she was bullied by other kids when they were 10, now she had to deal with the constant pressure and accusations from other kids in the Plumber academy too. He hoped she was okay. The next time he reunites with her, he would give her a big ol’ hug. He glanced down on his damaged gunblade and raised his eyes to meet Labrid’s.

“You think she will help us?” Labrid smiled and crossed his arms.

“Me? Never. You Ben, yes. I’ve recently spoken to my superiors and colleagues and it appears she still fondly remembers you.” Gwen grinned and elbowed Ben’s sides, looks like someone left a very good impression.

“Figures, Elena was Ben’s first crush too.” Labrid raised his eyebrows when the boy’s cheeks went red as he hastily denied all accusations by waving his hand frantically in the air.

“H-Hey that was a long time ago, I just thought she is super cool okay? I don’t have a crush on her.” Gwen merely nodded along to Ben’s yapping as Labrid sighed at the team he would now need to manage. The Magistrata may be wise in her decision to anoint the Tennysons as the founding members, but that doesn’t mean their operations on earth would be smooth sailing. Earth’s own law enforcement are beginning to react to recent Highbreed events and incursions, more of the warmongers' operations are slowly but surely being unraveled by the masses. If another mothership attacks a city so brazenly and publicly, Labrid was certain that the consequences and backlash from earth’s authorities would be swift. 

But for now, Labrid can take it easy knowing their operations on earth had just begun. The pair of cousins explored the facility their grandpa founded and giddily tried the various amenities it has to offer, drawing a smile from the seasoned magister’s face.

The ley lines that connected Earth’s waypoint to Plumber Academy were displayed on the monitor. The platform of the teleportation gateway stood solid and secure despite its older model, in the future, technicians and administrators would be necessary to run the plumber operations. Though the field agents of the Plumbers often steal the show, it is the logistical and support team who manages and maintains their day to day affairs that are the backbones of Plumber operations.

“Teleportation request to Earth Division received and authorized.” He pressed the intercom button and pulled down the handle to focus the ley lines of the teleporters. The sound of the machine revving up and the bright blue glow engulfed the machine. In a brilliant flash of white, a structural beam formed and with it, a young human teenager emerged from the platform. Dressed in her white lab coat and black dress, she blinked her eyes as she slowly readjusted to the nauseating experience of post teleportation effect. With her footing and bearing gathered, she walked off the stairs and marveled at the sprawling plumber base that was far more vertical and impressive than she initially thought. Her wondrous eyes soon met Labrid’s and a smile plastered on her face. 

“Magister Labrid, a pleasure.” The two plumbers shook hands with the aquarian particularly impressed that she recovered from the sickness so quickly. He expected puke and sickness considering that was his first experience with teleportation, a history best forgotten.

“I heard much about you Elena, welcome back to earth.” She merely smiled and placed both hands in her lab coat pocket. Certainly, she had her suspicions and fears when Her Magistrata suddenly requested her audience. The dread of being expelled had always lurked in the back of her mind given her status as a traitor’s child and the harsh treatment she received from her so-called friends and squadron was akin to psychological torture. But she pushed on and persevered through, seeing to it that she would clear her father’s innocence and prove that he did no wrong.

“Good things I hope? I haven’t visited earth in months. The threat of the highbreed seemed serious if it required my help. Her Magistrata had stressed the anonymity and secrecy of our operations.” It was a high honour that the leader of the Plumbers personally came to her quarters just to have a talk, a rather personal one where their titles and status were meaningless in those two hours and it was just two souls talking to one another. It was clear to Elena that whatever Her Magistrate was asking of her, it was grave and serious given her reputation and her excellent grades.

“That’s why we need all the help we can get.” Her eyes dilated at that familiar voice, it was deeper but she recognized that voice from anywhere. She turned around and found herself smiling out of genuine joy in years and not putting on a facade of politeness or indifference.

“B-Ben?” The young man stood in front of her. So much has changed between them and he looked exactly the same as she remembered him to be. Certainly more handsome and taller but it was the aura he exudes that had her right at ease, in some ways, he had matured while in other ways, he was still the same old Ben. The brunette chuckled at her disbelief and fully emerged from the shadows for the dramatic reveal that he always wanted to do.

“Hey Elena, it’s good to see-” He could barely string a proper sentence when he felt her crashing right into his arms. She tightly wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled against his cheeks, leaving him stunned given how affectionate she was.

“Ben! I missed you!” Quick to assess the situation and the two mounds pressing against his chest, Ben patted her back soothingly and reciprocated the embrace. It's been ages since he last saw her and now, she is right in his arms. He held her arms closed and smiled softly, good god she looked different since he last saw her, certainly more mature and stoic but the same spunk Elena was still there.

“You too.” The two exchanged glances when Gwen waddled into the reunion with a smirk on her face. 

“Ehem.” Quick to disengage, the swordsman let go of her and sheepishly rubbed his other arm as Elena went to embrace the other Tennyson in her arms.

“Gwen! Sorry! It’s good to see you too!” The auburn witch chuckled and hugged her back, though she didn’t nearly spend as much time with her as Ben did, they were close friends.

“I missed you too Elena, well not as much as Ben here.” The young Tennyson nearly flipped her off with his finger as the smug expression further his redding blush. Their reunion was cut short when Labrid approached them with a tablet in his arms, looking serious and stoic as always. 

“Elena has been transferred to Earth’s Division, hopefully she would not suffer the same scrutiny and ostracisation by her peers.” The blunt tone was met with Elena biting her lower lip, she meekly glanced at her two friends and spoke with her eyes averting away. 

“Ben, Gwen, my father-” Two gentle hands on her shoulders halted her right then and there. With Ben’s emerald eyes shining true and honest as always.

“I don’t know if your father really did the things he was accused of, but I know you are a good person, and that’s enough for me.” The validation she sorely needed after years of anguish and pent up bitterness was finally sated, she clenched both fists and let out a long exhale. As if the weight of the world was off her chest.

“Thank you Ben, I-I needed to hear that.” With a squeeze on her shoulder, the young bladesman rubbed her back soothingly, drawing the interest and small curl from the stoic Labrid.

“Ben your gunblade.” Gwen withhold a chuckle when her cousin seemingly retracted his hand as if he touched a hot kettle and proceeded to dash towards his fancy gunsword of a case. With a stylish click the lid was wide opened and the gunblade with dents and scratches were all to see.

“Right! Not sure you have noticed, but I no longer have the Omnitrix anymore.” Elena was not surprised by the revelation, the second thing she did upon seeing Ben was to observe his wrist, the first thing was of course to see his face- for identification reasons, yes definitely. 

“I heard! Max and the Omnitrix’s disappearance was huge news back at HQ.” Ben took a moment to process that information before slowly turning to Labrid with a deadpan expression.

“Didn't you say that the higher ups didn’t want anyone else to know about the Omnitrix and we should keep this incognito?” The stalwart defender of the law crossed his arms and spoke matter-of-factly.

“Situation has changed after I discovered what we are dealing with. The reason earth was a low priority for Plumber protection all this time was because of you Ben Tennyson, you had the Omnitrix and you saved the universe prior. We were confident that if the occasion arose, you would deal with it accordingly.” All this time, Ben had the power of the universe strapped to his wrist. And while he always acknowledged that power, he didn’t realize the scale and gravity of that power until the fight against Vilgax. 

“Now I don’t have the Omnitrix, that changes everything right?” Gwen stared at her cousin, seemingly calm and accepting that attaining such power and connection with his fellow aliens was but a fleeting dream. In her eyes, how Ben could give up the very watch that made him invincible and special still perplexes her to this day.

“Correct, everyone operated under the assumption that we can rely on the Omnitrix abilities if push comes to shove. We were wrong.” The sorceress was not pleased by how casual and nonchalant Labrid said it. To her, Ben was merely used as a pawn to further the plumber’s own agenda. A sentiment that she chose to bury for a long time for the sake of not riling up anyone’s feathers.

“Seemed low to rely on a child to do the plumber’s bidding.” Well, a snarky comment or two does find its way out of her chest. Ben eyed his cousin and shot a disapproving look, there was no reason to start this conversation with her again.

“Gwen.” Labrid halted Ben’s tone and bowed to give an apology, seemingly accepting that they did in fact pit a youngling’s life against the fate of the world. He didn’t personally agree to it, but good soldiers follow orders, and he did just that.

“It was, we were stretched thin over the years and had no choice but to make compromises, I’m sorry Ben.” The young hero of course held no grudge nor ill-feelings towards the plumbers. He fundamentally understood that it was impossible for a single organisation to safeguard the entire universe, not to mention that the foes he faced on earth were relatively- tamed to what other planets were facing, at least until Vilgax came along.

“It’s fine, I know I’m not as strong as before but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to sit back and watch.” Rousing speech as always, Labrid nodded in approval. He blew air bubbles into his aquatic tank and turned to the esteemed logician of the group.

“Then let’s get to it, show her your sword Ben.” The double entendre was strong in this one, so much so that the teenager merely giggled in response, much to Labrid’s confusion. But after touching Ben’s sword and caressing it in her hands, Elena’s eyes sparkled at how huge and girthy it was. First time seeing one!

“Wow, an Incursean gunblade.” Ah, of course she knows what it is. Still, Ben wanted to strike up a conversation. As far as he knows, this weapon is but a novelty.

“You recognize it?”

“Of course! There were rumors the plumbers wanted to introduce vibro blades for close combat purposes. The gunblade was one of the inspirations for it but it never went into actual development.” Vibro blades? Sci-fi is really just predicting humanity's future isn’t it? Duking out in space like cyborg ninjas would be on Ben’s bucket list.

“Can you fix it Elena?” She scoffed at his question and winked at him, proudly holding the pummel of the blade with the tip facing downward.

“I can fix anything. Magister Labrid, may I know where my workstation will be?” The alien leader nodded, it was high time the crew got acquainted with their headquarters. Given they are ramping up operations, having everything set up and ready to go is paramount.

It wasn’t long before they reached the inner quarter of the station, shuttle doors open with thick layers of dust forming on top of the tables and equipment. Equipment such as large TVs, monitors and control panels was near archaic compared to modern day plumber standards.

“As you can see, we don’t have much to work with but in time, everything would be up and running.” Elena placed both hands behind her back and surveyed the room, though it was undeniably old fashioned, it does suffice for their needs.

“Hmm, it’s not that bad, there’s a functioning workbench with all of the tools and equipment still in use.” Splendid, that was one budgetary concern off Labrid’s list.  

“I will leave you two here then. Gwen, you and I would do a sweep around the rest of the base. Wouldn’t want some mouse to chew on the wires now do we?” The sorceress chuckled at the notion of innocent critters biting off state of the art plumber equipment, but she did understand his concerns. This was a huge base that was left abandoned for a long time, naturally mice and other pests would nest here.

“Sure.” The Tennysons briefly exchanged eye contact, with Gwen nudging towards Elena with Ben giving an understanding nod in response. As the sound of the door shuttle closed, Ben slowly glanced at Elena who was already tinkering around his damaged weapon.

“So uh, how are you?” Focused as always, she placed her protective goggles on and tinkered around a rather futuristic soldering equipment to fix the cracks and marks on Ben’s blade. Charred barrels and damaged mechanical cogs, this was going to be a tedious process. 

“Good, now that you’re here.” He awkwardly nodded along, trying to find common ground or shared interest to keep the conversation going. He sighed and slowly leaned against the table, eyeing the studious technician with remorse in his eyes.

“I’m sorry Elena.” She halted her work right then and turned to Ben, what’s with the sour puppy face that kinda looks cute?

“What for?”

“I didn’t know about your dad.” She sighed and returned back to her work, watching the bright sparks flickering against the edges of the weapon.

“Exactly, so there’s nothing to apologize about. What matters is that you’re here giving me support and that’s all I could ever ask for.” Curt and logical as always, Ben smiled and nodded. He kinda needed to hear that, savior complex and validation be damned.

“I’m here if you want to talk.”

“Later, we have plenty of catching up to do. How did your gunblade get damaged anyway?” Ben’s eyes darted away from the question. The last thing he wants Elena to know is that he nearly died from a mothership detonation. The scars and injuries are still evident on his body, so the less said the better. 

“Oh, I took on a highbreed and uh, stuff happened.” She halted her work again and grasped both of his hands. She knew from plumber records that Highbreeds are extremely powerful, even fully geared Plumber Strike teams struggle to bring one down with how strong and fast they are. The fact his gunblade was damaged beyond repair told her enough.

“Highbreeds are very dangerous Ben, please be careful.” He smiled and placed a hand on top of her’s. 

“I will, don’t worry.” After a nod and a smile, she resumed fixing his blade by placing it underneath a photonic scanner. Ben watched in awe and splendor as an X-ray machine configured the integrity of his gunblade before Elena pulled out a chip from her hand and placed it directly on the cylinder. 

“Hmm it should do the trick.” The nanochips rapidly grew in size as it consumed the gunblade whole. The sound of metal clink-clanking was the result of the chips diligently identifying all of the cracks, damage and mechanism of the barrel. 

“Umm Elena what is that?” She paid him no mind and watched intently, her eyes sharp and focused before the nanochips slowly subsided in size and retreated into one singular nanochip. Satisfied by their handiwork, she nodded and proudly represented the newly forged weapon.

“Done!” Brand new and utterly pristine, Ben was shocked to see his gunblade was fully fixed and devoid of dents. He performed a maintenance check and was just impressed by how everything was fixed via technomagic. 

“How?” She shrugged and placed both hands in her coat pockets, everyone has their secrets now don’t they?

“A secret. Anyway, those cartridges slotted inside are all ether point charged, be careful when using them.” The bladesman was certain he exhausted all of his cartridges during his final bout with the highbreed. Unless the cartridges were charged by absorbing the explosion of the aircraft?

‘There still so much about this weapon that I don’t know about.’ He rested the tip of the blade on the ground and leaned his arm forward. Normally you wouldn’t do this since you will dull the tip of the blade but a gunblade is anything but a conventional sword.

“Elena, would you mind teaching me the function of the weapon?” She sheepishly smiled at his request, she is as perplexed about this weapon as he is.

“Sorry Ben but I’m as clueless as you are, not much is known about it so you have to trial and error it.” Ben nodded slowly, how was she able to fix it then, to its peak form no less? He kept that thought to himself, something was definitely amiss from her.

“Trial and error it is then.” The sound of shuttle doors opening again drew their attention. Labrid beamed at fully repaired weapon glistening against the panel lights and nodded at its fine craftsmanship.

“You fix it already? Very impressive Miss Valadis.” The star student of the academy merely waved the complement off nonchalantly. 

“Nothing beyond my field of expertise.” Gwen grinned at the delivery filled with sass and style, Elena is definitely a girlboss. 

“Most impressive, we are fortunate to have you.” The feeling was shared by Elena as well. She glanced at the two Tennyson and frowned at how woefully under equipped they are. Given the lack of synthetic kevlar armor in their armoury, they were just a bunch of teenagers with only their clothes and powers.

“Ben, Gwen, if you’re going out on dangerous missions like this, you need to be prepared. Magister Labrid, do I have permission to request equipment transfer and procure my workstations?”

“Approved. Anything you need, you let me know. We are now reinstating Earth’s Plumber Force, I am given full jurisdiction for funding and resources. Provisions provided must be vetted, we are still liable to audits.” The emphasis on budgetary reasons stirred Gwen’s curiosity, the plumbers are really strict about audits and financial regulations huh.

“Understood. This would be done discreetly right?” The aquarian nodded in response, the less footfalls the better.

“Secrecy is the key here, the less people know about operations on earth, the better. DNAliens still can infiltrate our operations with their superior technologies and ID masks. Elena, install biometric scanners around the premise and security proton turrets. Shore up our defenses and fortify the base, I want this place to be our last stand should the situation arise.” A shudder was sent down Ben’s spine, if the DNAlien discovered their base of operation, they would send an armada towards them. It made sense why secrecy is paramount right now, it’s practically their survival. 

“Yes sir. Be right back guys!” She waved and dashed off, leaving Gwen slowly walking up to Ben and elbowing his sides.

“She likes you.” He ignored the blush creeping on his face and the teasing grin from his cousin. But he did not deny the obvious.

“I can see that.” Labrid chuckled at the banter and placed a hand on his hips, good to see a smile on her face all these years.

“You’re her first genuine friend in years, she is always stone cold in the academy.” 

“We will treat her well, don’t worry.” He wouldn’t doubt that, a happy Elena is good for the soul and team morale too. Won’t want the star technician of the team to be pissed off now would we? He blew air bubbles to his tank and sighed at how much work was needed to get this base up and running again.

“It will probably take a few days to set all of this up, once we have everything ready, we will officially recruit the plumbers to our ranks. Kevin has agreed to be our informant but declined to join our operations.” The charming debonair was certainly an interesting fella, Ben was hoping that he joined them so they could hitch a ride on his car. But the sudden change of Labrid’s facial feature was followed by a reluctance to form his next sentence, earning a cautious look from the Tennysons as he pulled out a tablet from his pocket.

“Ben, Gwen. We are dealing with serious threats here, I know I shouldn’t need to tell you of the risks we’re taking, but the problem goes beyond dealing with the Highbreeds, it is keeping all of this away from public scrutiny that concerns me the most. The DNAliens are putting forward their plans in earnest. Here, take a look at this.” The screen showed the map of the world, more specifically the Americas. The whole region was highlighted in red with one partially glowing violent red.

“Is this- a list of missing people?” Gwen couldn’t believe her eyes, each county, region or geographic area had a number associated with them, numbering in the thousands or so.

“The past year alone, it has been reported that more than 20,000 people in the Americas had gone missing. Most of the victims are refugees and cross border migrants from South America, the rest are lost hikers or mountaineers in the north, never to be seen again.” It was a damning revelation, for thousands of people to go missing without explanation is concerning itself. But the implication that it could be connected to the DNAliens was just chilling.

“You think the missing people are connected to the DNAliens?” 

“Has to be, alien activity on earth spiked up the same time the people went missing, it can’t be a coincidence in terms of geographic proximity between the two events. This is not limited to America as well, parts of Asia and Europe also reported similar cases.” Labrid was near certain. Although correlation doesn't equal causation, he has reason to believe that the DNAliens are behind this. They have to be.

“What do you think they are doing with the humans?” Labrid narrowed his eyes and steeled a determined look.

“That is what I intend to find out.”

Grotesque and utterly terrifying to the human eyes, DNAliens patrolled around their newly assimilated mothership to the earthlings' abandoned factories. Far away from pesky authorities and any form of civilisation, their operations and machinations lay undetected from human eyes. Day by day, their hive grew stronger, their infrastructure more robust and their mission closer to glorious success. From lowly hatchlings to mighty Highbreed officers, each of them have a role to play.

Laser lances, a thousand strong and ready, were equipped in their claws. They would not suffer the same fate as the other fallen motherships had in Bellwood, no setback or transgression would be tolerated, their masters demanded so. Marching in coordinator, they were disciplined, ferocious and fiercely loyal to their master. No one would dare to trifle their might, not when other planets and species fell under their ships and rule.

And yet for all of their heightened security and precautions, they failed to notice a lone DNAlien walking up to the hive mind powering the ship’s operations.

The consequences were felt immediately, a lone assailant practically blew and sundered their base with the force of a thousand suns in mere seconds. Warning lights blared, steams burst from pipes and tendrils that form the floorings and ceilings were broken apart. Amidst the confusion and chaos, bright fuchsia bursts of energy shot through their chest, followed by whispers of hush chanting.

The earth erupted with jagged spikes, creating an impasse that blockaded the narrow hallways, separating the xenocites from their cohorts. Broodlings, small and large were trapped within the falling debris as screams and cries for help were rendered useless.

Fire and fury soon followed, with the intense flames rapidly spreading across the highly flammable resin their body secrete. But it was the high temperatures of the pyre that sealed their fate. Dehydrated and weakened by the lack of moisture, their bodies shriveled and were devoid of hydration under the starry night as their battleships and turrets all began to blow up in a chain link of explosions.

“Stop flailing around you fools, find the vermin behind the attack!” A highbreed officer screamed as it tried to assert some semblance of control and authority among his forces. Naturally, panic spread like the wildfires engulfing their base. It seethed in anger at the setback, years of careful preparation went up in flames. Surely, it can’t be the same vermins responsible for-

“Nice base you got here, it’s pretty hidden away.” It recognised that arrogant and condescending tone. Whispers of a foe wielding a large blade tearing through their operations and nestings had reached the upper echelons of their esteemed council. They speak of a swordsman and sorceress pair, working in tandem to unearth their birthright as rulers, a symbiotic blight upon their glorious propagation. It was mere rumors, that only the feeble-minded and weak-willed would fall for such hearsay. 

Or so they were told.

For the first time in his life, the highbreed who conquered a thousand planets and committed countless genocide in the name of racial superiority felt the same primal emotion that all lower life-forms succumb to.

Fear.

Its body trembled as the sound of high steel metal screeched against the metallic floors. The audible sound of distant footsteps inching closer and closer to him earned clenched claws and sprawl of wings. Survival was the name of the game and the predator has now become the prey.

“Get away from me scum!” Nimbly dodging the swipe, the swordsman ducked and parried against the flurry of claws, drawing blood and liquid from the injured highbreed. It screeched in frustration at the wicked smirk that taunted him, every missed swipe and evasive sidestep was a reminder that its speed was nothing compared to its foe. 

“Enough!” It grew rapidly in size to bolster its physique and charged forward, ravaging and bulldozing its surroundings with reckless abandon. Motherboards were ripped, floorings were unearthed while pillars were used as projectiles. Its sprawled wings boosted its speed, allowing it to grapple and overpower the swordsman by catching its blade between its bleeding claws.

And yet before it could cackle at the utter demise of this wretched human. A cocky smile from his equally amused foe stilled his beating organ and facial expression. With sleight of hand and a trigger of a finger, the gunblade’s edges glowed in vibrant red and effortlessly severed the wrist apart by twisting the angle of the cut, searing and cauterizing the highbreed’s wound instantly.

“Gah!” Barely a second after letting out a pathetic scream of pain, a follow up slash followed, cleanly decapitating the head of the supposed superior lifeform in one cut. The battle that was envisioned to be long and hard, was dealt swift and brief. The alien creature’s detached body soon slumped to the ground, with the head rolling off to the side of the room. The flashing red lights of the room and the loud piercing warning system was all that’s left in the aftermath of the battle, as resin dripped from the tip of the blade to the steam bursting floors.

“Ben, come in Ben.” The young Tennyson placed two fingers on his earpiece and loaded the next cartridge within his barrel. He cocked the chamber and rested the back of the blade against his shoulders, allowing him to swing it immediately should his reflexes call for it.

“Ben here. The highbreed is dead, how’s everything down there?”

“Gwen is dealing with the stragglers, I already recovered their plans and comms.” His commanding officer was quick with gathering information and infiltration, both qualities that he sorely lacked.

“Roger, will provide immediate assistance to Gwen.” With his cousin’s life in potential danger, Ben leaped out of the control room’s windows and rolled against the floor to soften his landing, with glass shards raining after his fall dramatically. In the distance, a squadron of DNAliens firing their weapons at Gwen’s position quickly drew his attention. He prepared his next attack enhancing cartridge and dashed forward to generate acceleration.

Slamming the energy-fused blade against the ground to generate explosive recoil and momentum, his body arc forward in the air as he delivers a downward slash mid-descent to destroy the laser lances in one fell swoop. The otherwise explosive energy from the ether-point firearms were fully absorbed by the tip of the blade, recharging the exhausted cartridges within the barrel. Ben effortlessly landed and dispatched the rest of the aliens, gutting, dismembering and severing their limbs from their bodies. Although a grueling process by all means, it was something the former Omnitrix chosen was used to.

His attention soon turned to his cousin who looked none worse for wear due to her defensive barrier. The grimoire in her hand was miraculously unharmed, no doubt because of her enhancing magic. She breathed a sigh as the barrier dissipated, she placed one hand on her hips and watched Ben slowly walk up to her with flames casting flickering shadows behind him.

“What took you so long?” He pouted at the nonsense tone from her, he was dealing with a boss here while she was dealing with the small fry.

“Got caught up with the highbreed.” It should be impossible for Ben to win against the highbreed, at least in a long drawn out battle. The behemoth was much stronger and stouter, capable of shrugging off a direct strike or plasma ray. Yet everyone has a weakness and experience is a kind teacher. Ben was quick to exploit the highbreed’s vulnerability to high heat to his advantage. By concentrating the cartridge’s energy on the fine edges of the blade, the nebula-like heat will sunder and cut through any flesh and bone effortlessly due to its small surface area limiting its energy dispersion.  

Essentially, Ben has a lightsaber at his disposal, albeit only for a singular strike. 

The sorceress sighed, though her emerald eyes did betray her brief gaze of concern to her cousin. He had gotten much more- calmer and more methodical with his tactics, although his nonchalant and suave demeanour hides it, Gwen really noticed Ben’s battle prowess improve with every subsequent fight, along with his ferocity. It makes sense, he can no longer rely on the Omnitrix to bail him out. No enhanced endurance, speed or power, just a human with a weapon. 

The cousin’s brief reunion was nearly ruined when a stray DNAlien leaped from the cloak of the smoke and onto an unsuspecting Ben, until a plasma blast shot through its head mid jump, leaving its body slumping to the ground.

“What did I tell you about idle chatter on the battlefield?” Emerging from the scattered battlefield, Labrid spoke gruffly as always. Kids these days lack discipline and are tardy.

“Labrid, did you scan the data?” His chastise was well ignored when the kids group up to him with hope hanging in their eyes. He sighed and nodded, knowing full well they were eager to find out if the DNAliens had their grandpa’s whereabouts recorded.

“I did, unfortunately there’s no mention of Max. I’m sorry.” Gwen placed a hand on Ben’s shoulder as he clenched the hilt of his blade. This was the third alien mother base they destroyed and they still have no leads on where their grandfather is.

“Damn it, where are you grandpa?” Days of unravelling new DNAlien bases had led them nowhere. The motherships are all scattered across America and Gwen wouldn’t doubt that they have operations in other countries and regions too.

“We will find him Ben, we just have to keep searching.” The gunbreaker let out a sigh, no use sulking and being frustrated, they just have to keep going. Come hell or high water, they will have their reunion with their grandfather.

“We should go, the authorities will be here soon.” Ben nodded curtly, with every public attack and razing of the motherbases, FBI and Homeland security forces are beginning to react proactively.

“They are catching on quick aren’t they?” The aquarian wasn’t surprised at the slightest, there is a recurring pattern with these attacks and as much the plumbers try to conceal their operations, smoke, fire and a large alien spaceship is by far the most obvious thing to see in the night sky.

“Elena had already intercepted the comms of earthling enforcement agencies, they are aware of DNAliens now.” Gwen sighed and leaned against Ben’s shoulders. She watched so many true crime documentaries that she practically knew what the procedures would be, or maybe they would get kidnapped in a black van. Who knows?

“Let’s go then.” Revved up in their car, the trio drove up to the main road of the interstate highway and blended in with the rest of the heavy traffic. As they suspected, black choppers that numbered in the dozens began to make their way towards the inferno site, along with the sound of sirens blaring in the background.

As their car reached the familiar neighbourhood of Bellwood. The sound of pubgoers and al fresco diners began to mark the celebration of a Friday night. The tyres of their car finally rolled up to Max’s plumber shop and the ocean waves splashing against the rocks marked the sound of home.

“I’ve been thinking of creating my own set of spells.” The sudden statement from Gwen was followed by the sound of the car door closing shut. The subject of Gwen’s spell repertoire was something the cousins rarely discuss but she’s been actively researching the arcane arts after their heroic missions.

“Cool, but for what? Is it like new offensive spells or turning people into spaghetti?” The auburn haired teen was entertained by the idea of spaghettification, that is a messed up spell that would leave mental scars for life. What would the invocation chant even be? Impasta Fettuccine?

“Less on pasta, more on making my life easier. Imagine having a spell that cleans your room for you.” Instantly, Ben rallied that idea and walked closer to her, his emerald eyes gaze intently into her own.

“Please learn that spell, I would even pay you to use it to clean my room.” Labrid sighed at the conversation between the teens and entered their hideout, shutting the door in the process once the biometric scanners granted them access.

“Hmm~ I think about it.” As the platform descended down the pipeline and into their sprawling open base. The sight of Elena walking up to them with a tablet hugged between her arms drew smiles from Ben. He won’t admit it, but she looks cute in that lab coat.

“Welcome back everyone, the mission went smoothly I presumed?” All eyes rested on Ben’s damaged coat, serrated and cut by the shards of glass that he so daringly leaped through.

“I might have sustained some injuries when jumping out of the window.” It was completely necessary, as Gwen’s life was in potential danger. And the rules of cool triumph over old boring stairs.

“Let me have a look at it.” Gwen rolled her eyes when Elena eagerly disrobed her cousin and ran her hands through his tight black t-shirt hugging his muscular and lean frame. All in the name of medical examination of course, no ulterior motives here. 

The squadron of four entered the medical bay where Ben rested on the long chair with his hands resting on his stomach.

“So did you test out your new cartridges?” Acting as mission control, technician, mechanic and now medic for the team, Elena diligently disinfected Ben’s cuts and applied a swab onto the wound. While Ben is a normal human, Elena did notice that his natural healing seemed to be anything but that. In fact, Gwen secretly told her that Ben miraculously survived and recovered from an exploding spaceship and getting mangled by a Highbreed. How he managed to continue to stand, fight and flip was baffling.

“Yeah, that gap closer was a game changer.” Ideally, rocket boots would be more ideal but the plumbers had banned the use of them after a series of accidents and resource constraints. Only specialised combat and reconnaissance units have access to them, which is not them unfortunately.

Labrid’s finger tapped against the tablet screen, writing down a detailed report of their mission and what they achieved. He glanced at Ben’s gunblade and frowned at how underequipped they truly are.

“Your close combat oriented techniques aren’t effective in large open fields Ben, in enclosed spaces or tight corridors you’ll perform far much better.” There was no beating around the bush, bring a sword to a gun fight is akin to suicide. The blade may absorb ether point energy but would it deflect or block live bullets from assault rifles? The HEMA practitioner sighed and stared at the cold white ceiling of the room. 

“But if I want to be the frontliner and vanguard for this team, I need to step up. I can’t just hide away from artillery and gunfire, everyone is using firearms.” Arming themselves with laser rifles may seem like an obvious solution, but they have to balance their team with close combat expertise and long range destruction magic. Highly armored and thick skin foes just shrug off any conventional weapons and unless they are willing to carry very heavy equipment and sacrificing mobility, they are sitting ducks.

“That doesn’t mean you should throw away your life so needlessly, tactics over tactlessness Ben.”

“Yeah I know, but I feel like I’m getting a hand on this thing. The only problem is against people with guns, can’t rely on Gwen to shield us forever.” The technician and the sorceress exchanged grins, they were waiting to show Ben’s new toy tomorrow but right now seemed like as good a time as any.

“Actually, Gwen and I have just the thing for you.” Like a curious cat, Ben’s eyes followed Elena’s movement as she retrieved a cartridge from her breast pocket. Unlike the standard red shells, this one was blue in nature with a faint pinkish glow.

“A cartridge?” With a stylish flick, Ben managed to catch the cartridge mid air and stared down at it. Seems like a standard cartridge at first glance, but the minor modification to the shape and outline was evident.

“Try using it, we had fun working on this.” Like a kid in a candy store,  Ben leaped out of the bed to grab his blade. He quickly slotted the cartridge into an empty slot and aimed the tip of the blade far away from the group. His heart pounded at the potential idea of what cool effect Elena and Gwen made for him. Maybe it’s another mana enhanced strike?

He finger clicked against the trigger and instantly, he found himself engulfed in a familiar pink coloured shield that saved his hide many times before.

“An energy shield?” Gwen grinned when her dear cousin looked utterly shocked and elated. He slowly let go of the trigger and realised that it was still up despite not inputting any action.

“Try to move around Ben.” Slow and small steps, became large lunges and dashes. No matter what Ben did, the circular barrier fully protected him from all sides and traveled with him.

“It follows me!” The childlike joy from him would warm the coldest of hearts. Gwen giggled and walked up to him, dispelling his shield with one singular touch, much to Ben’s disappointment.

“After seeing you jumping into the enemy's lines like a maniac, I knew I had to do something. Elena suggested that she can tweak the properties of the cartridge to create a defensive-energy shield by using my mana.” Though her tone was sassy and deadpanned, Ben knew better that she was genuinely worried about him. His lips curled upwards and tugged her hand, rubbing her knuckles softly as a makeshift apology and thank you. This tech would definitely be a gamechanger to how he approaches his battles.

On the other side of the room, Labrid was impressed by the levels of innovation their small team can do despite the limited resources, he also impressed that Ben managed to survive this long without the shield. The boy has a tendency to dive into danger without thinking.

“Very impressive Elena, you’re full of surprises.”

“I can’t take credit for this one. In truth the properties and functions of a defensive matrix were already embedded in some of the cartridges, it just required the right power source and schematics.” That was interesting, Incursean technology is a closely guarded secret. Which begs the question why this weapon was not mass produced if it has so much field utility. The froglike race are fanatic expansionist and colonizers, it should be in their best interest to arm their forces with as much anti-weapon arsenal as possible. 

“How long does the shield last Elena?” She peaked behind Labrid and smiled when Ben turned the shield on and off again like flicking a light switch.

“It’s based on the cartridge's capacity but the more attacks you take, the faster it depletes. Honestly, we were thinking of making the Holtzman shield for you but that idea didn’t seem too practical.” Any attempt of making a permanent impenetrable shield was best forgotten when you realised the user needs to breathe and that the inability to retaliate gunfire is a slow but sure death. 

“Elena, can you give me more of these defensive cartridges? This is pretty amazing! I don’t need Gwen to protect me anymore.” The collective flinch from the others seemed to seal Ben’s fate when he felt a displeased Gwen crossing her arms.

“Oh so my shield magic is that disappointing huh? Don’t need me anymore?” Quick to act on damage control, the vanguard shook his hand and head to diffuse the situation. He tenderly placed his hands on her shoulders and gave the softest smile he could muster.

“No, it’s not that. You have awesome magical powers, so you shouldn’t spend time shielding us on the battlefield. You should be blasting everyone away with magic.” Impressed by Ben’s ability to turn an insult into a compliment, Labird added onto the young man’s point.

“Ben is right, you deprived your own abilities just for our survival. Ben had volunteered to be the vanguard and frontliner of the group.” There was some truth to it. Up until now Gwen had always prioritise making sure they were safe while in reality, she should be decimating her foes using her magic. Of course, chanting powerful spells requires someone to buy her time and that is not a role anyone in their team can do. If Ben is willing to take the heat for the team, she can easily focus on destructive magic to wipe the floor.

“Alright mister, I forgive you.” He grinned and squeezed her shoulders before turning his attention back to his force field of shield.

“This force field is awesome! We should give everyone this.” The logician was quick to curb Ben’s brilliant idea.

“Actually Ben, there's a reason why only you can use it. The force field’s strength and duration is based on your cartridge’s charge. As of now, there’s no other weapon or equipment that can function similar versatility to your gunblade, perhaps the proto-tool comes close but we better not test that.” Another unique attribute to this already peculiar weapon, what a way eh? The swordsman decided to test the shield to good use and in practical settings, he wore his coat and slung the blade upon his shoulders.

“I gotta test this out, I’m heading to the training room!” Without any room for retort or reprimand, he already sped off to the training room below. Labrid let out a grunt, understanding that Ben’s zealousness was motivated by his desire to protect his loved ones, still this was ridiculous.

“We better follow him.” Immediately, the sound of laser blaster and barrier blockade echoed in the hallway. Elena winced every now and then when a direct blast hit Ben’s shield, fracturing and chipping it’s structural integrity with each subsequent blast from the training robots. Upon noticing his comrades, he did a front flip and destroyed the sturdy training robots in one empowered clean cut, leaving a red afterglow and severed parts.

“So if I keep absorbing energy blasts from them, I can keep constantly recharging my cartridges right?” Elena didn’t even question how Ben managed to destroy the training bot, enhanced blade or not, these state of the art dummies were made to withstand Tetramands raw dominant strength. Nevermind the brutal cut, how Ben managed to handle the severe handshock from driving his blade forward is impressive on itself.

“Unfortunately not, fundamentally ether-point energy and mana are not interchangeable. You will need an aetheric conduit to break down the energies to molecules levels and flux them to the desired source. The conversion of energy is a tedious and long process, so you need a large machinery for the entire process.” The slow nod of Ben pretending to understand what she was saying was met with a sigh from the astute scientist. 

“Basically, you need Gwen to charge your cartridges periodically if you want to keep using that shield. For big explosions and enhanced strikes, ether-point works just fine.” He turned to his cousin who gave a thumbs up, she was more than eager to help him out. In fact, she has a theory that she wished to put in motion.

“At least I have something up my sleeve against heavy artillery and ranged projectiles.” Taking the role of vanguard very seriously, Ben would break the armaments and ordinance of his foes before they could even fire them. The plan was by disarming his opponents and reducing their advantage, Gwen and Labrid can safely unleash their firepower on them. This was a tactic that Old Man George mentioned frequently in their many bouts and spars.

“You’re not invincible Ben, please be careful.” The stern warning from Elena was reciprocated with a genuine nod from Ben. He wouldn’t fully rely on the shield, it was just a backup in case they were fighting in open spaces and cover is scarce. As much as he liked to dodge gunfire with his agility alone, he has to think about the people who rely on him too.

“I will. But I’m just surprised how much this blade can do.” 

“It’s a weapon designed to protect Incursean royalty and aristocrats, so it’s no surprise it has so many defensive properties injected. You’re using a royal guard’s weapon.” He stared at his beloved weapon and  touched against the spine of the blade, feeling a sense of belongingness and reverie for a brief moment. 

“Royal Guard huh, that's what I will call this technique then.” Satisfied with his new technique, he switched off the training bot and winced at the mangled mess that he created from the dismembered machine. Fortunately, nanomachines and self-repairs are second nature to plumber tech, so no repair cost there.

“It’s around 11 PM, don’t you two need to get home soon?” Switching off the rest of the lights, Ben exhaled at the cold conditioned hallway as Elena chatted with Gwen. The plumber base had rapidly become his second home, with their own private bedrooms available to them at their disposal. 

Honestly, with how high rent prices are getting in Bellwood, he might as well move in here once he graduates from high school.

“It's Friday night, our parents are okay with us staying overnight at our friend's place, so as long as we inform them beforehand.” Instantly the young scientist beamed and tugged Gwen’s arm, she had just the activity they can spend time doing with.

“Movie time then!” With the two teenagers wandering off to their rooms, the young male stretched his arms and stared at the main hall of the plumber operations. It was still surreal to him that he is continuing his grandfather’s legacy, following his footsteps by becoming an official plumber himself.

‘I hope you’re okay grandpa.’ He closed his eyes briefly when he heard the sound of the elevator moving. Eyes catching Labrid donning his detective disguise, Ben waited for the elevator to return and decided to follow the alien merman. 

Upon exiting the plumber shop, the gust of cold wind pierce through his thick jacket coat that Gwen lovingly bought for him. His emerald eyes shine in the darkness of the night, with only few functioning street lamps illuminating their surroundings. In the distance, a figure leaned against the metal railing that provided a clear view of the roaring tides. As he approached closer, Labrid turned his head just slightly and spoke softly. 

“Not joining them?” Beating him to question, the teenager joined his mentor and gazed upon the vast ocean that was dark and dim.

“Thought I get some fresh air, unlike you to be out here though.” 

“The sea is calming, it reminds me of my homeworld. Beautiful place, filled with history, culture and wonder. A little backwatered, but that’s why it’s so peaceful.” Homesick and sentimental, Ben paused and wondered what it’s like to be an intergalactic law enforcer who has to give up a family life to safeguard the universe. Could he make the same choice if Julie wanted to settle down with him? A question perhaps best asked on another day.

“You miss going back home?” The noir detective chuckled and nodded, eyes gazing at the ocean and echoes of grandchildren laughter.

“I miss family the most.” Hard to believe a no nonsense alien like Labrid would be so open, but it made sense. They were past formalities and facades now. Ben exhaled a frosted breath and placed both hands in his coat, feeling the wind kissing his cheek and tousling his hair.

“Ever thought of retiring?” A scoff was all he heard for an answer.

“Your fins may be strong Ben but without proper guidance and technique, you will lose to the currents. Besides, I still have a few fights left within me. I’m not going anywhere.” In an attempt to lighten up the mood, he crossed his arms and bumped the old man’s shoulders.

“Man, are all plumbers this duty bound?” Labrid wasn’t what’s more ironic, this was the same boy who bore the weight of the universe on his wrist without question.

“An earthling plumber once told me that Duty is heavier than a mountain, Death is lighter than a feather. I think you of all people should know this Ben.” Silence gathered for a moment and Ben felt no urge to retort or deny. What they’re doing is dangerous yet equally important, the peaceful lives they once enjoyed would be a fleeting dream. Doubling so, for Gwen who wishes to enroll in college to pursue tertiary education. 

What the future holds didn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, it’s what they do now that’s important.

“No mistakes.” The aquarian stared at his cadre and smiled, no time to be dour and reflective, they have a job to do.

“Elena has gathered information regarding potential alien activity in the area, she will brief us tomorrow. For now, rest and relax. As much as I appreciate your company, the girls appreciate it much more.” The little comment at the end earned a flustered reaction. It was no secret that he was close to Gwen and Elena, perhaps a little too close to the former given- well they shared a bed together. Still, nothing came out from it and Ben for one, was glad they moved past that.

“Sure, just don’t stay out too long old man, you’re going to catch a cold.” The stalwart magister glanced up the skies, sighing for what seems to be the umpteenth time. Night is still young, mayhaps a swim or two would clear his mind.

Daybreak arrived and after a hearty breakfast courtesy of Elena and Gwen’s superb cooking skills. The company was armed and ready for the day ahead of them.

“Give us the rundown Elena.” Standing before mission control, Ben readjusted the straps on his fingerless gloves with his blade resting against the nearby table. The raven haired beauty nodded and pointed towards the screen, showcasing her finding and report to the field agents.

“Southfields, a well-known farming community in Bellwood has been experiencing erratic weather as of recent weeks. Satellite images show sudden drops of temperature and local weather stations recorded unprecedented snowfall in this time of month.” On cue, the images of the futuristic holoscreen showed the entire layout of the farm town along with the precipitation and weather charts. The drastic drop in temperature was well observed throughout last year’s November and December.

“I assume that it is an abnormal weather phenomenon for this part of town.” 

“It is and that’s not all. Authorities had also reported crop circles randomly appearing around their fields, missing people and arson. I have studied weird weather phenomena over the years and compared weather charts. The first snowfall in Bellwood started around December last year before more milder weather set in.” Instantly, the cousins exchanged glances before a familiar blush crept on both of their cheeks. The vivid image of their intimate night snuggling together had resurfaced from the crevice of their memory before it snapped Ben.

“Wait, the sudden snowstorm in Bellwood then was all of the DNAliens’ doing?” The confused nod from Elena caused the duo to avert gazes from one another, with Gwen rubbing her other arm.

Labrid, oblivious to the Tennyson pair’s widely oscillating emotions, scanned his tablet report and grunted when he compared the timing of the two events.

“The drop of temperature coincides with the countless missing person reports during that period. It appears the Highbreed and their DNAliens have been here longer than we thought, they were merely planning and waiting for their moment to strike.” Ben crossed his arms, the missing people is one thing but why the need for cold temperature?

“So why do they need the snow and low temperature?” Elena pressed a button on her pointer and immediately, pictures and information regarding Atasian’s homeworld was immediately displayed on screen. She already anticipated the list of questions.

“Not much is known about the Highbreeds due to lack of archives and formal ties with other planets, but the highbreed’s homeworld Augstaka is a lush, coastal planet with recorded year round low temperatures, they thrive in colder climates and as we deduced, cannot tolerate high heat.” Gwen slowly nodded, this was starting to make sense now. Ever since they realised Highbreeds and DNAliens' vulnerability to strenuous heat, the team have been using that to their advantage by setting fire everywhere to weaken them, choking them with smog and dehydrating their bodies. If aliens wish to conquer earth, they want the home advantage.

“My guess is that they are creating the perfect environment on earth similar to their homeworld, that’s why the mothership was freezing cold too.” 

“That’s my theory as well. The only reason they would go through the effort of doing so is if they wish to inhabit our planet or prepare the optimal conditions for conquest.” The fact this was stated matter-of–factly was messed up to Gwen.

“Exterminating the humans to create a utopia for their own, lovely.” The meeting adjourned and the terms were settled, the team would head to Southfields immediately to unravel the crop circles and find clues about the missing people. Hopefully, the locals aren’t DNAliens in disguise.

“Let’s move out, we need to investigate how the aliens are capable of doing this. Maybe we might have some leads on the missing people and grandpa Max.” Before the company can rush to the garage bay of the base, Elena retrieved a synthetic bound leather bandolier from her table and strapped over her arms.

“Ben, wait!” A small smile rested on his lips when Elena handed the equipment to him, it seems like he is getting an upgrade or two to his kit.

“Here is a bandolier to carry your spare cartridges. I labelled them based on its core functions, offensive and defensive.” This was a much needed upgrade to his arsenal and storage, up until Ben had to rely on his coat pockets which could only carry a handful of cartridges. Now with clear compartments and extra carry weight, he can afford to be less reserved in his fights.

“Thank you Elena, this will really come in helpful.” Locked and loaded, he pressed the small button on the strap that automatically adjusted the bandolier’s size and weight suit to the user’s optimal performance and body type. Elena stared at Ben’s stature and nodded at her handiwork of modifying pre-existing plumber equipment. Going forward, she is going to figure out a way to allow Ben to carry his gunblade in public without drawing suspicion. 

“Be careful you three.” Hands clasped together before her breasts, she watched as they strapped their seatbelts and waved off to her. The car engine revved and the underground garage door slowly opened in the distance, allowing their vehicle to leap out of the compound in blazing speed.

After half an hour passed, the detective and his two protegees arrived at Southfields. Filled with maize, wheat and barley crops, Gwen was not surprised that crop circles are found here. I mean, have you ever seen any other crop circles besides these 3 culprits? 

“Dreary weather, I was expecting heavy snow.” Gloomy, depressing and wet, it was like being in the UK again. Dark storm clouds seemed to gather right above them, as if they were trapped in the center of the storm.

“According to Elena’s readings, this is the place.” They exited the car, with Ben making sure his gunblade was concealed in the case. They were still in public view after all, and he didn't want to intimidate or scare off the local farmers lest they want a shotgun to the face.

“Nothing but farm fields and crops, perfect for alien activities no?” The trio observed around, so far nothing out of the ordinary-

“What are you folks doing out here?” Two state troopers emerged from the nearby pathways with rifles and walkie talkies in their arms. One seemed like a sergeant while the other looked like an inexperienced rookie. Ben waved a hello to them and tried to persuade them they were mere civilians.

“Oh hi, we are uh-”

“We’re investigating the weird phenomena reported on the news, we heard there are alien crop circles here. My kids and I wanted to get in on some of the action you see.” Labrid placed two arms around the duo, with the Tennysons quick to act as his children by holding on to their phones. The officer glanced at each other before the sergeant sighed.

“You’re right about crop circles, but I can assure you there’s no alien activity here. Anyway this is private property, you folks are trespassing.” Gwen narrowed her eyes, they seemed awfully defensive especially with their weapons out.

“What are the police doing here anyway?” They tensed up considerably before staunchly telling them off.

“Official business, none of your concern.” Labrid narrowed his eyes, until his plumber suit informed him of a sudden spike in temperature in the nearby area. Barely seconds and the sound of a blazing projectile flying in the air quickly caught the humans attention. Shade in red and orange, Ben briefly felt an intense heat when it zipped past him.

“There he is!” The subsequent guard dogs and state troopers emerging from the crops with guns in their hands seemed to confirm Elena’s theory of alien activity. It seems the local authorities are aware what they are facing, still that pyro engulfed alien seemed oddly familiar.

‘Is that Heatblast?’ One of his favourite aliens of all time, seeing its form again was very nostalgic to Ben. Why is it here and is it responsible for the arson reports was nothing important to him right now.

Until he realised he might need to fight it.

“Stay put! We will handle this.” The two officers joined the pursuit while a dazed Ben was dragged into the car by Gwen.

“Get in!” Labrid slammed the pedal and gave chase, with Ben unlocking his case to get his gunblade ready.

“That was heatblast right Gwen?” She nodded to his question and placed a hand on top of his, knowing that he was a little stunned and perhaps confused seeing his former aliens again. But Labrid was quick to provide a brief explanation as he drifted around the crop field as if he was in Initial D.

“Pyronites, known for their fiery and explosive abilities, what is one doing on earth?” Gwen flipped through her grimoire for a frost spell and began to recite the invocation to preparation. Though the occasional head swinging from the drifting did make it difficult to read the text. Ben poked his head out of the window and noticed that it struggled to fly in a straight line, with its body occasionally flailing to maintain balance mid flight.

“It looks like it doesn’t know how to fly properly.” The prophecy from Ben came true when its legs were hooked by one of the tall fences, throwing off its weight and crashing itself straight through the local barn. He sucked air through his teeth and winced at the painful landing, ooh that’s gotta earn a splinter or two.

“Douse his flames!” Seizing its moment of stupor, police officers caught up and aimed their water hoses at the fiery alien. Some had their rifles prime and ready, others were just waiting for the sheriff to give instructions. The burning creature regained its bearings and rapidly shook his magma-like hands to diffuse the situation.

“Wait! I’m not responsible for the arsons! Please you gotta believe me.” Labrid narrowed his eyes when he noticed a plumber badge attached to the young alien’s chest. Could it be? An offspring of a plumber? The aquarian stepped out of the vehicle, earning the attention of the police officers when he slammed the door loudly.

“Stay back! Or else you will be charged for obstructing justice.” Ben and Gwen follow suit, with Ben still holding to the handle of the guncase for a swift deployment.

“And you will be charged in the intergalactic federal court for obstructing Plumber’s authority.” Discarding his disguise, Labrid took off his mask and held up his plumber badge. The sight of the alien quickly stunned the officers, what the hell do they do now?

“What the- more freaks?” Before tensions can blow up to an exchange of gunfire, Gwen used her feminine appearance and status as a minor by walking in front of Labrid and the gun barrels pointing at them.

“Relax, we’re not here to harm.” The sheriff narrowed his eyes, turning back to the pyronite who seemed docile and calm despite the weird circumstances he found himself in.

“You called friends of yours huh?”

“No! I don’t even know these guys.” Labrid sighed and put down his badge, it seemed like appealing to the human’s reasoning might be the only way forward.

“Calm down Sheriff, let us explain everything. You are dealing with a string of strange occurrences aren’t you? Erratic weather, unexplained sightings and missing people. We have leads on all of them.” Although none of the state troopers buy it, the young rookie cop broke command and position by rushing forward towards Labrid with desperation in his eyes.

“You do!?” 

“Officer Wells-” Sheriff Mason sighed but didn’t stop him nevertheless. 

“Please tell me, my sister went missing last year and I’ve been frantically searching for her.” Ben raised his eyebrows, a victim to the DNAliens kidnapping perhaps? This rabbit hole just keeps going deeper. Labrid sighed and looked upon the pyronite with a nod.

“Let the boy go first, he is not resisting arrest. Believe me, if he wanted you dead, he would have done so already.” The chilling statement caused the officers to lower the guns, with the pyronite distinguishing his own flames and miraculously turning back to his human form. A teenager, a mere child was capable of flying and disintegrating everything in its path.

“DNAliens huh, can’t say we heard of them. You’re saying they are responsible for this?” The brief explanation to the troopers seemed to have calmed them down, at least momentarily. While Ben and Alan, the pyronite were busy conversing with one another regarding Heatblast ability. 

“Our leads point to here so far.” The sheriff nearly had a stroke and aneurysm when he learned what he was dealing with. And as stupid and ridiculous as these explanations were, he did hear rumors of extraterrestrial stuff going on in the interstate highways. 

“You know there are rumors among the police that weird stuff is going on in America in recent months, something unexplained or extraterrestrial. Now you’re telling me that there’s skinwalkers?” When you put it that way, cryptids like sasquatch and bigfoot are basically just aliens aren’t they? 

“Uh technically aliens with disguise masks.” Ben’s add on just made the troopers blink twice. Alan seized the opportunity to claim his innocence and spoke confidently.

“See I’m not responsible for these arson attacks, it must be those DNAliens!” Unfortunately for Alan, his innocence was not guaranteed despite the perfectly reasonable explanation from Labrid.

“You’re not off the hook yet, this story is ridiculous!” Seeing that this would go nowhere and everyone would be blaming one another, Ben proposed an idea that would solve all of their problems.

“Sheriff, what time did the arson occur?”

“The local farmers said they witnessed sparks in fields at night.” The team suspected as much, DNAliens operate much better under the guise of night due to the darkness and cooling factor.

“Let’s wait until nightfall then, I want to test a theory.” As the sun set over the horizon and K9 doggo let out a cute yawn. The state troopers sighed and leaned against each other’s shoulders to pass the time. Fed up by the waiting, the sheriff leaned his head forward and turned to focus on Ben who had his collapsible binoculars out. Courtesy of Elena’s brilliant machinations!

“It’s already 8 PM, how long are we going to wait?” It seems their prayers were answered when two farmers holding peculiar equipment begin to walk across the fields with flashlights shining about.

“Look, there’s people walking about.” The sheriff squinted his eyes, it was just the farmers tending to their fields, nothing out of the ordinary here.

“They are just the local farmers, probably applying pesticide.” Ben raised his eyebrows, farming work is done during daylight for a reason.

“This late at night?” Their skepticism was rewarded when bright sparks emitted from their supposed pesticide equipment. Labrid slammed his clenched fist onto his open palm, he knew those equipment looked familiar!

“Don’t think they are spraying pesticide.” The tongue and cheek tone from Ben was responded appropriately.

“What the hell is that?”

“Freeze Guns, often employed for spaceship construction and used as non-lethal riot control weapons. They are considered level 3 weapons, completely illegal on earth.” Now realising the trio’s words held true, the troopers readied their firearms in preparation for battle. But first, Ben needed to confirm something. 

“Alan, how good are you at controlling your powers?” The pyronite gave a thumbs up and transformed to his true heritage, changing his voice just slightly to match the crackling embers. Ignore the smoke and light coming from him in the veil of night and they would have the element of surprise.

“Other than flying, I’m pretty good at everything else.” That was all Ben needed to hear, Heatblast’s destructive capabilities exceeded any other alien he had at his disposal when he was 10. The sheer elation from committing legal arson was just euphoric. 

God did he miss using heatblast.

“You guys stay here. We can handle this.” Hearing a young teenager telling a group of police officers with assault rifles to stay put was the second wildest thing he heard, the first was the damn aliens.

“Oh no, I’m not gonna stay back and watch these freaks take over my town, we’re doing this together.” Unsheathing his blade, Ben loaded the defensive cartridges in. The idea was that he would draw aggro and soak up enemy firepower while the rest of the team would blast them. Simple but effective.

“Fine by me.” Ready for action, they hid behind the shrubbery of the crops with Labrid taking their position behind the fences for cover. One hit and they would be frozen solid. The sheriff cleared his throat and whispered hastily to Ben before he could leap in action.

“If they turn out to be the aliens you mentioned, anything we should look out for?” 

“Maybe the occasional laser weapons, freeze rays and their gooey spit.” The nonchalant response caused them to blink, laser what now? Yet with no time for explanation, Ben emerged from the crop fields and spoke with glee and arrogance to rile his opponents.

“A bit late for some pruning ain't it lads?” The moment of pause from the alien in disguise was swiftly followed by Ben being blasted by the freeze guns. He conjured his shield and grunted when he felt the initial pushback and shockwave from the blast. Subsequent gunfire from his team rallied his cause, shooting down the aliens as more reinforcements from their hive began to arrive once their operations were unravelled.

“Wells!” A stray freeze ray hit one of the officers, freezing him solid with his mouth agape from shock and terror. Their numbers dwindled with every subsequent frozen unit, with more DNAliens arriving from their bespoke towers.

Eyes up at the erect construct, the heavy thunderstorm that kicked up gale and wind began to suck up the temperature of their surroundings. So much so, that frost and snow set in Bellwood. Labrid mouthed an aquarian profanity, he cleanly took down three DNAliens and sidestepped the incoming laser blast.

“They are constructing weather towers! Bring them down!” Ben heeded the command and charged forward, akin to a large bowling ball bulldozing the alien ranks. Unfortunately, he overestimated his shield’s capacity and exhausted his cartridge’s power, causing the shield to break at the most crucial moment.

“Ben!” Gwen watched in horror as her cousin was rendered frozen solid with his gunblade near inches from the base of the weather tower. She gritted her teeth and took control of the situation when Labrid was separated from her. They were too separated from each other for proper coordination.

“Sheriff Mason, draw their fire away from us, I will free them.” Quick to agree to the floating sorceress, the sheriff rolled out and sniped the head of the DNAliens, blowing the headcrab apart into a resin mess. The auburn witch’s eyes glowed blue as she chanted a fire spell with Alan creating a flame wall to obscure the DNAlien’s vision and line of sight.

“Alan, I need you to deal with the DNAliens on top.” Slightly disturbed by the floating grimoire and spell tomes circling around Gwen, the pyronite glanced at the xenocites conquering the weather towers with rime forming the atmosphere.

“But I don’t know how to fly properly!” She grunted but turning towards him, her vibrant blue eyes and levitating body made her enter a mantralike state.

“I will give you a boost, I’m counting on you okay?” The flaming alien nodded, understanding that the stakes were high and failure was not an option. Magically, he was engulfed in a pink aura that made his body much lighter and agile. He discharged his wild flames and shot up in the air, completely controlling his body mid-flight with no resistance or drag. Immediately, he unleashed literally hellfire onto the aliens below and above with his torrent of flames. 

With Alan taking the aggro and attention of their foes, Gwen could focus on freeing the frozen statues. After a series of chants, she raised her hands and shouted a weather ball invocation spell.

“Calidus focus!” A warm ball of light shot up in the air, dispelling the cold and dreary weather into a light rain shower that melted away the frozen coating of the victims. Cracks immediately began to form from Ben’s hands and after a brief struggle from the blessed rain, he emerged free from his icy prison and roared out in ferocity. 

“You’re gonna pay for that!” Holding the blade high above his head, the serrated edges of the blade glowed crimson red as it was followed by a clean cross cut across the base of the weather tower. He slammed another explosive charge onto the weakened construct and tilted, brittling and toppling the entire metal tower into the ground.

“Press on!” Relying more on his natural agility than his shield, Ben leaped on the platforms conjured by Gwen to climb above the rest of the towers. He leaped high in the air and plunged his enhanced blade into one Meteor Descent, staggering the aliens and the entire icesteel construct to the floor.

“Get him!” Assuming wrath position, he slashed the alien’s torso apart and severed their weapons into smithereens. He deflected a deadly laser blast and transferred the energy forward, lunging the tip of the blade into the nearest alien that tried to grapple him.

“Split Heavens!” A rising uppercut slash was followed by a flaming afterglow, cleaving the transformer of the tower apart into halves. His boots kicked off the shattered pillar to propel himself forward in the air, somersaulting over the plasma beams and plunging the blade deep into ground with a loaded cartridge, triggering a shockwave that perforate enemy ranks.

“Vol Ignis!” Gwen conjured pillars of wildfire that erupted from the ground, burning and melting the icesteel towers with rapid effect. Alan halted his flight and combined his own pyrokinetic abilities channeling a smaller vortex of flames, engulfing and razing the entire maize field in the sea of flame to snuff the rest of the stragglers out.

After razing all the towers and dispatching the aliens, a large pyre of DNAlien bodies were slumped in the fields with the humans watching Alan litting the pyre with streams of flames to discard the bodies. Smoke rise and the crackling flames overshadowed the ruined weather towers laid on the ground. Any form of wildfires was sizzled out after Gwen used a light rain spell to cover the fields, preventing any further damage and fires.

“There, that should be the last of them.” Gwen surveyed the surroundings and detected no other life than theirs. She eyed her cousin and squeezed in close to him, patting the remnant of the ice metal of his jacket. Although Calidus Focus was an effective restoration spell, she noticed that Ben was the first one to escape from his glacial prison despite being the furthest away from the spell’s impact, adding onto a hunch and suspicion she previously thought of her cousin.

“Thanks cuz.” She scowled when he ruffled her hair, messing up her delicate smooth locks, yet the small blush creeping onto her face was undeniable.

Meanwhile the sheriff- the sheriff was absolutely gobsmacked at what these folks are capable of. Labrid was right when he said Alan didn’t mean to hurt them, otherwise he would be joining the pyre.

“Good job everyone, I suppose I owe you an apology Alan.” The sheriff gave a courtesy bow, to which Alan placed two hands on his hips and brushed it off. 

“Forgiven, just don’t mention that I’m a- what am I again?” Still in his alien form, the young teenager turned to Labrid in hopes for an answer to his alien heritage.

“A Pyronite.” To know that he isn’t a freak or an anomaly was reassuring to him. Somewhere in the distant stars, a planet filled with plasma beings is just there waiting for him. Mayhaps he would reunite with his father again, who knows?

“Right that, to anyone else.” Finger gunning between Labrid and Sheriff, the cheerful yet composed teenager resumed his human form and sighed at the whirlwind of emotions today.

“Your secret is safe with us.” Labrid seized the chance and walked forward, bringing attention to the plumber badge adorned on Alan’s chest.

“Alan I couldn’t help but to notice you have a plumber’s badge on your chest.” He blinked and tugged the badge in his hands, this was the last memento he had of him before he left.

“Oh this? This belongs to my dad’s.” It sealed Labrid’s theory correct, he is the son of a plumber.

“Your father was a plumber then, just like us.” Alan’s lips curled upwards, years of wondering his father’s whereabouts were put to rest. 

“You are more than welcome to join our team, we are trying to reassemble Earth’s Plumber Division to protect the planet from otherworldly threats. It will be great if you can join us.” Before Alan could give a response, Sheriff Mason stepped in and clasped a hand on the young man’s shoulder.

“Aliens are still prowling around, I understand you need to recruit allies to your organization but this town could use some help like Alan here. Fire seemed pretty good against those freeze guns.” The pyronite highbreed concurred though he would love to follow his father’s footsteps. Protecting home and hearth is far more important than validation and glory.

“Sheriff Mason has a point, my hometown needs me but don’t hesitate to contact me if you need help! I want to get rid of these DNAliens before they could hurt anymore people.” Although disappointed, Labrid did understand. In fact, it might be better for all sides since Alan can patrol the southern side of Bellwood with his flight and fury.

“Understood, Southfields and the other farming states would be under your protection then.” With jurisdiction among plumbers established, Officer Wells walked forward and placed a hand on his chest.

“Count us in too, if you have news of the missing people, please let me know. I joined the police force because my sister went missing. I'm not giving up on searching for her.” Ben felt sorry for him, he truly did. He could imagine the pain of not knowing the fate of your loved one. If Gwen were to go missing one day, well that would just snap him. Fortunately, she is with him now and in some ways, he could feel her presence.

“Don’t worry Wells, we will find her.” Reassured by his commanding officer, the state troopers bid the trio farewell. Tired, exhausted and drained, the plumbers entered their car slightly drenched by the elements and sweat. Labrid blew bubbles into his tank and watched the kids stretch their arms, with Gwen’s head leaning onto Ben’s shoulder for support.

“The young man has great potential to become a great plumber, he’s level-headed and mature. In the event we require his assistance, he would be most helpful.” Ben could already envision Alan being a great team member, ironically not hot-headed despite being a pyronite.

“Who knew we ran into another plumber huh?” Labrid chuckled and drove them back to homebase. He eyed the rear view mirror and found it amusing that Gwen was sleeping on top of Ben’s shoulder with his arm around her, must be tired from casting so many spells in succession. The sorceress is highly potent with her spells and versatility, making her adaptable in any situation. 

After a short drive, they reached the vehicle hanger and parked it promptly. Gradually improvement to their base was evident with every passing day, more exits, more security and amenities, things were shaping up.

“Gwen, wake up.” His cousin let out a moan and swatted his arm away like a child throwing a tantrum, earning a sigh from Ben as he prod her cheeks repeatedly.

“She must be tired.” Ben’s head nearly hit the car ceiling when Elena poke her head into the car. He calmed his beating heart and scowled at Elena’s giggling, he almost died from a heart attack! Labrid sighed at the shenanigans and generated a report from his tablet, his work was still not done yet.

“You kids relax. I will head back to Plumber headquarters and report my findings to the Magistrata.” With the ley lines aligned, the magister entered the teleportation pod and disappeared in a flash of white, leaving the teenagers to their devices. 

“Is it always this bureaucratic among plumbers? I feel like Labrid is reporting every single little thing to his superiors.” Elena nodded curtly, plumbers are very by the book and for good reasons. With such large interplanetary operations, if there is no set of procedures agreed upon, everyone would be doing their own thing.

“Yes, there are procedures and strict operating guidelines every plumber must adhere to, especially when you are a magister. But considering the threats we are facing, it’s not surprising. The Magistrata is anxious.” Well, at least it tells them that she is concerned.

“I honestly prefer less talk and more action.” The man of action received a poke to his sides from his awakened cousin.

“You always prefer that, Ben.” Elena leaned her chin on the palm of her hands. Night was still young and she’s been stuck in the base for a long time now, while there were occasional visits to her mom, she wanted to hangout with them like normal teenagers.

“Why don’t I drop you two off? We can get a smoothie in the meantime.” Spirits rallied by the suggestion, Ben gave a thumbs up and rode shotgun with Elena taking the wheel.

“You got me at smoothies!” The trio cruise off into the night, with the occasional Spotify playlist earning a sing along or two. Finally, paradise was within grasp when Mr Smoothies came to the view, providing weary souls like Ben Tennyson much succor and relief.    

“It’s been so long since I’ve had one, which one do you recommend?” This was a delicate question from Elena, one which requires Ben’s finesse and expertise in the art of smoothies. Naturally, he remembered her favorite fruit and proposed it.

“How about I order for you girls? You guys can sit down first.” With their girls settled on a table, Ben ordered grapefruit blueberries for Gwen, avocado pineapple for Elena and good old chocolate bananas for himself. Savoury and sweet, just like how he likes it. With a tray of the good stuff in his hands, he coolly slid in next to Gwen and handed each drink out like a dapper waiter.

“Mhmm! This is nice! Very smooth and buttery.” The praise was well received by Ben as the trio cheers to the drink, trading idle gossip with Gwen informing Elena about Alan, a new ally and a potential plumber recruit.

“Ben, I always wondered if you find that case heavy and cumbersome to carry around?” Referring to his guncase, Ben sighed and pulled it onto his lap, feeling the hefty weight of a gun chamber and metal blade straining his lap.

“Oh man you have no idea, life is not a video game where you have inventory that pops out of nowhere when you need it.” If he had one special ability he wished to have, it is definitely an inventory system. A nightmare for TSA officers though. Elena sipped loudly on her straw before extending her index finger up in the air to raise a point.

“Hmm I’m in the middle of creating something for you, I was actually enlisted under the Plumber Logistics division during one of my probationary periods.” Gwen wasn’t surprised by that, Elena seemed to excel at anything that required logic and rational thinking.

“I assume it’s a very important role with how much the Plumbers have to under their plate.”

“Definitely, when you are an intergalactic peacekeeping organization, logistics is an omnipresent issue.” Ben could already imagine how difficult it must be to have different accommodations, lodgings, provisions and food for all of the different alien species.

“That’s really impressive Elena, you’re really good with technology.” A smile crept onto her face as she bashfully but gratefully accepted the compliment from Ben.

“Hehe, thanks!” Before they could continue, the sound of footsteps getting closer earned Ben’s attention. He turned and smiled when he spotted a familiar and dear face.

“Julie? What are you doing out here late at night?” The young teenager waved to him as she held her gym bag and tennis racket respectively. Her brown eyes darted from him to Gwen and another girl whom she had never seen before.

“I was meeting my friends for tennis practice, fancy seeing you and Gwen here though.” Elena and Julie exchanged eye contact, analysing each other for the briefest of moments before smiling to one another. To the oblivious like Ben, things looked fine. To the astute like Gwen, she knew things were going to be dire. In fact, she always wondered what a meeting between the two girls who liked her cousin would be like.

Yes, she loves dramas and unresolved romantic tension.

“Ben, are you going to introduce me to your friend?” Polite yet strained, courteous but cold, Elena stared firmly at Julie and twitched when the asian american wrapped her hand around Ben’s arm, pushing her breasts against them feverishly. 

“Oh right! Elena, this is Julie. Julie, this is our childhood friend Elena.” Gwen sipped on her smoothie meekly, retreating lower to her bench when sparks and fury began to fly between the two. The tennis prodigy faced him and spoke with her voice just slightly.

“Ben, how come I never heard you mention her before?” Ben merely smiled and scratched the back of his neck, why did he feel a tremendous amount of pressure all of a sudden?

“She moved out back then but now she’s back in Bellwood.” The plumber technician nodded, eyeing her with determined look fitting for a galactic law enforcer.

“And I hope to stay here permanently. Nice to meet you Julie.” The two girls exchanged handshakes with Ben pleased with the two getting acquainted with one another.

“Nice to meet you too Elena.” 

“Why don’t you join us Julie, we just ordered smoothies.” She grinned and pecked his cheek, earning a flurry of incorrigible mewls and murmurs from the unflattering gunbreaker. Why is she being so affectionate all of a sudden? In public no less!?

“I-I will get some chili fries for us, Elena do you want some?” The absolute power move from Julie surprised Gwen, she’s already marking Ben as her’s to prevent potential rivals from interfering.

“Yes please.” Awkwardness sets in rapidly and despite Gwen’s best effort to conjure up a topic fit for bonding, the sorceress finds herself powerless at the dire situation they found themselves in.

“So Julie, how long have you known Ben?” The tennis enthusiast leaned her chin against the palm of her hand, she eyed Elena before her mind drifted to the day Ben and her first met each other. 

“About 4 years now, I was his deskmate in middle school when I transferred from another state.”

“I see.” The sorceress felt an uncomfortable tension permeating the air between the two ladies. She sighed inwardly, wondering how the hell Ben is going to navigate through this delicate landmine situation. Elena is part of their team and any interpersonal feelings must not get in the way of professionalism.

“Ben is very welcoming.” The sudden mellow statement from Julie set the mood considerably, why is she stating the obvious here? But Elena took the hint and stirred her smoothie, her eyes gazing upon the young man queuing up for the chili fries in the distance.

“Yeah he is, back then when I was being bullied by the other kids, he was the one who stood up for me.” Julie’s lips curled upwards, even back then he was already standing up for others and protecting them. Perhaps she shouldn’t be too surprised that admirers were plentiful given the goofball’s feats and charisma.

“That sounds like him. To be honest when I first arrived in Bellwood, I was really nervous. I didn’t really have the greatest experience in my previous schools but Ben made me feel welcomed. He went out of his way to make sure I fit in and introduced me to new friends and experiences.” Same boat then, Elena thought to herself. She sorted her own internal dilemma and storm of feelings, before cautiously raising the elephant in the room.

“Are you two dating?” Taken aback by how direct she was, Julie was starting to warm up to Elena already. No dancing round or beating around the bush, she wanted answers and expectations set for her.

“In a way, we never really made it clear but I know what you guys are up against. So I won’t ask that commitment from him.” The technician eyes Gwen who merely gave her a nod, confirming Julie’s vague statement with a matter-of-fact tone.

“She knows, Elena. Julie took care of Ben during the mothership incident.” Right, she had forgotten about it. This honestly makes their lives easier, and for Ben’s too.  

“Thank you Julie. I know it can be frustrating but- Ben needs to focus on finding his grandfather and unveiling the Highbreed attack.” Of course she knew that, to ask anymore from him was selfish. She was just glad to spend time with him whenever she could.

“I know… frankly, I wish I could help him more but I know I would just worry him.” The sincerity made Elena sighed inwardly, how is she going to compete against that? Rather than being bitter and jealous, she conceded that she missed her chance and that she should actively be helping Ben, not sabotaging him.

“You can help in other ways Julie, maybe help him in his studies? He’s been falling behind.” That was news to Gwen, but she wasn’t surprised. Ben never had a knack for being studious and given he spent more time training with his gunblade and investigating DNAliens activities, homework and club activities took a backseat.

“That I can do. But please be careful, it doesn’t feel right knowing you guys are out doing dangerous things while I’m sitting here doing nothing.” Her brown eyes shimmered with a mixture of frustration and concern, the vivid image of Ben's mangled body lying lifeless on her bed soaked with blood was just- terrifying to think about. Occasionally, she would randomly hug Ben out of the blue while they were hanging out, much to his surprise and pleasure. 

A squeeze of hand from Gwen calmed her down momentarily, with the auburn haired witch smiling softly to remind her that she means the world to Ben.

“Julie, having you by his side is enough for Ben.” The profound statement was followed by a brief moment of pause. The three teenagers looked amongst each other before they broke into a giggle that broke the tension of the room, they were getting a little dramatic now aren’t they? Footsteps from Ben grew louder as they quickly readjusted their posture and demeanour.

“Hey, what’s so funny?” The brunette seemed to be out of the loop as they mischievously smiled back at him. Now, Ben won’t lie, seeing three girls eyeing at him like this gave him a strange and surreal feeling.

“Nothing, we were just talking about you.” He placed the tray of chili fries down and leaned in closer with a deadpan expression.

“Making fun of me again?” Elena chuckled and took a handful of fries, it’s been ages since she had something like this and she’s going to enjoy it.

“Not our fault you’re easy to tease.” The little pout from her cousin made Gwen roll her eyes, he act like such a child sometimes. Perhaps that was the point, Julie tends to dote on him when he puts up a tantrum.

“Don’t be so pouty Ben, here have some chili fries.” Her brilliant theory was proven correct when Julie ruffled his hair and hand fed him the fries, much his elation. The teenagers exchanged idle gossip, chatting the night away with Ben letting out a yawn with his eyes up the sky.

“Hey the stars are out tonight.” The sea of stars that hang above was a mesmerizing sight to Ben, how come he never caught this sight earlier? He paused and drinked in the moment, momentarily forgetting that he was out with dear friends and loved ones. 

“This takes me back, I love stargazing.” Elena’s eyes sparkled at the wondrous sight of the blue and purple hue mixing together among the dazzling stars. The night was crystal clear with no hint of pollution, they could almost see the entire galaxy from this point!  

“Really? Me too.” As Julie and Elena bonded over their thrill of stargazing, Gwen noticed Ben looked uncharacteristically pensive and quiet. Deep in thought, she was reminded of their shared stargazing experience they shared in December last year.

“Ben?” The hush whisper from his cousin broke his train of thought, he pointed his index finger up at the sky, with a particular star in question that caught his attention.

“Sorry, but that bright star over there. Do any of you know its name?” Gwen followed his finger’s direction and smiled at the star that she happened to know off from her numerous astrology books. 

“That’s Arcturus. It's one of the closest red giant stars to Earth, only about 37 light-years away. It’s said in ancient Greek mythology that Zeus created Arcturus to protect both Ursa Major and Ursa Minor.” Ben set his gaze on his guncase, he unlocked the top casing and swung the covers open, revealing the highsteel gunblade that he used to decimate his foes.

“I think, I just found a name for my gunblade.” The trio blinked, right! Ben never actually gave his weapon a name, which is unlike him since that is the first thing he does to every alien he acquires. Julie grinned and leaned against his shoulder, touching upon his firm biceps that grew with every bout and battle.

“I was wondering when you’re gonna name it.” He chuckled and closed the case, maybe he was getting a little too attached to this weapon. Akin to every wandering swordsman trope where the sword is a physical extension of the wielder and it embodies the user philosophy. Ben found himself time and time again grateful to Old Man’s George tutelage and teachings. 

‘Hope you’re doing okay old man.’ The stars flickered and blinked about, offering no respite or solace to the young man’s questions. For now however, he would enjoy his beloved chili fries, smoothies and company of his good friends.

Chapter Text

The auditorium hall was covered in a blanket of darkness. The hush whispers and murmurs moments prior had become one of silence. The audience held their breath as their eyes were set on the stage, the warm spotlight that emitted the only mote of light shined upon a young blonde-haired lady. Wheelchair bound, she sat before a grand piano, giving a graceful little bow to everyone before her. Her fingers poised over the keys, she began, the first notes quickly transcending into a soulful performance.

Gwen’s lips curled upwards with pride, the melody and passionate bliss from her dear friend soothed much of her worries and concerns. This was her first live performance and Gwen wouldn’t miss it for the world. The sorceress clasped both of her hands together, fingers interlocked one another tightly, with thousands of phones recording the dazzling performance. The melody, a mournful lament, climbed and fell, each phrase shaped with exquisite care. At times, the music was a gentle hum, a quiet comfort. Other times, it swelled, her fingers striking the keys with power, making the piano sing with pride, gleefully announcing its song with every fibre of its body.

Moments passed, perhaps minutes or even hours. Gwen held her breath when the final note faded into silence, a stillness fell over the room with the illumination of the spotlight dimming the stage. Silence fell before a rapturous round of applause from the audience and cheers showered her best friend with every swoon and blush.

Giddily, Gwen patiently waited for everyone to leave and sneaked into the backstage. She grinned when her pianist friend exercised her breathing to regulate her pounding heart. The black hairband and neat red scarf she gifted for her birthday beautifully adorned her fair features perfectly!  

“That was beautiful Emily.” Eyes shot open and meeting hers, she beamed when her best friend approached her. Her blue eyes trembled with joy and cheers, Gwen came to her performance! 

“Gwen!” The two embrace warm hugs and giggles, with the sorceress rocking back and forth over pride and glee. The two parted ways with the young Tennyson assisted her friend down the accessibility ramps and into the calm evening streets of Bellwood through the auditorium’s backdoor. They promptly greeted their friends and classmates heading home, with many congratulating Emily for her stellar performance. The young lass worked hard for her recital and she didn’t disappoint!

“It's been ages since we last hung out together, you’re always busy these days.” The little pout from her friend drew a scratch of cheeks from Gwen. It was true, the time spent together with her best friend has been worryingly scarce. If it wasn’t for the alien missions, it was club activities, household chores or her dancing recitals. She barely had time for herself or read a good book. 

“Sorry, after school activities have been intense.” Her beloved friend sighed but nodded nevertheless. She wasn’t one to stop Gwen from pursuing excellence, even if it comes at her own expense.

“Have you considered toning them down, Miss Valedictorian?” The tongue and cheek tone was replied with a self-assured tone fit for a confident and independent teenager.

“I can handle it, don’t worry. It’s all about prudent time management.” With how strict her upbringing is, Emily couldn’t help but to worry for her. Does she even have time to go out shopping and have fun? But that didn’t matter, for Emily had a juicy gossip ingrained in her mind that she was itching to tell her this entire week.

“The other day I heard some boys talking about you.” Ah this conversation again, Gwen is already dreading what the talk entails. The comments could range from lovely and heartfelt, to downright misogynistic and derogatory. Honestly, she was creeped out by both regardless of the context or content. Gwen is perfectly fine on flying solo, at least until she sorts her life out.

“Eavesdropping again?” Emily scoffed, how dare she accuse her of doing something so lowly and trivial! The pair stopped before a traffic light, allowing the cars to pass by and go along their way.

“It was a public hallway ma’am, I just happened to overhear your name.” The light went green and Gwen gently pushed the wheelchair forward, her emerald eyes scanning for any potential speeding motorist looking to break traffic laws just to shave off a few seconds.

“What flattering compliments did you hear about me this time?” The blonde hair girl tapped her index finger against her cheek, drawing out a long thinking pose before speaking candidly.

“Many, mainly how hot you were and how they wished you beat them up instead in karate classes.” The young witch sighed, what else did she expect? She was well aware of the many glances and stares from her male classmates, but given her excellent grades and black-belt status, many only admire from afar. An intimidating and untouchable goddess that few would dare to get close. That status and legend works fine just for her.

“God, now I wish you didn’t tell me.” The deadpanned tone was met with a cheerful response.

“Seriously, you're a total knockout through and through. People are wondering if you swing the other way since you had guys lining up for you.” This was the exact conversation she had with Elena two days before, why do people always assume that!? Just because she didn’t express interest in boys doesn't mean she is bereft of emotions or warmth!

“We are so not having this conversation right now.” Although the conversation didn’t interest her, it sure as hell interested Emily. The pianist leaned back and touched the back of Gwen’s hand, wondering if she’s secretly afraid of boys.

“Why not? You always avoid this topic, it’s not like I'm asking you to get married. Don’t tell me you didn’t entertain the idea of getting a boyfriend, even a little?” Quick to come up with a brilliant excuse, the sorceress spoke matter-of-factly.

“I don’t have the time Emily.” It was mostly true, she can’t afford to slot in a boyfriend in her already action packed schedule. Emily didn’t buy it however, in fact she finds it ironic considering what Gwen mentioned prior.

“Uh huh, what happened to prudent time management hmm?” How dare her best friend use her own spell against her? The avid mage sighed and leaned forward, speaking with a fatigue evident in her voice. She has a duty as a plumber to fulfill and she wasn’t going to involve a poor sap into her own affairs.

“No one has caught my interest Emily, end of the story.” The pair halted in front of a park bench near Gwen’s school, allowing Gwen to sit down next to her best friend as they converse with one another.

“Fine, so defensive. I’m just worried about you, that's all. You’re a hopeless romance fanatic so I was hoping~ that your own prince charming would come sweep you off your feet.” It was a well buried secret only known to her close friends, Gwen really, really liked romance drama. There is something so mushy that gets her heart flopping like a fish when unrequited romance and sexual tension are displayed right in front of her. Her face flushed for a moment before she smooths out the twirls and locks of her hair.

“Maybe, just not thinking about it right now. Haven’t met anyone who matches my exquisite taste.” Emily hopes so. The day Gwen finds her prince charming is the day she would be wedded to him. Granted, she struggled to think of someone who matched Gwen’s qualities and expectations, even a little.

“Gwen!” The pair of friends turned to the source of the voice and smiled when a familiar well-liked face walked up to them. Dressed in his soccer attire, the former Omnitrix wielder approached them with a duffel bag strapped across his shoulder. Curiously, Gwen spotted the old training sword sticking out of his bag and of course the chibi anime keychain Julie bought for him, cute!

“Ben? What are you doing here?” The brunette beamed and placed his bag down on the pavement. He just wrapped up a routine rival match with another school, suffice to say he managed to become the impenetrable stalwart of his team by blocking every shot. Maybe he should give the Premier League a shot, won’t that be something eh?

“Thought I come visit my favourite cousin, I just finished a soccer match. Hey Emily, how's it going?” The young blonde grinned. Ben was a familiar face and a good friend, she would even consider him ‘an-almost-crush’ that she nearly developed. Had it not been Gwen’s persistence that her cousin was off-limits, she would have considered asking him out.

“Doing great Ben. Are you and Julie finally dating?” Akin to being blasted by a laser lance, the vanguard stammered and bashfully looked away to dodge the whiplash of a question, earning a giggle from Emily and a displeased look from a motherly Gwen.

“Why is that the first thing you ask? And don’t put Ben on the spot Emily.” The man on the spot honestly didn’t know what to say. Technically they are, maybe he should just say they are dating and make it official. Or would that make him presumptuous and ego-centric?  

“What? I’m just curious if Ben is taken or not.” Oh no, not on her watch. She is a firm Julie X Ben shipper and as the sole helmswoman of this ship, she would not allow anyone to ruin that, not even her own best friend.

“You’re not dating my cousin.” Was it protectiveness or possessiveness? Emily couldn’t tell from the inflection and tone, but what she knew was Ben is precious to her, and anyone vying for his attention or heart would have an uphill battle against winning Gwen’s blessing. Julie managed to win in spades due to the pre-existing 5 years of genuine friendship she had with Ben.

“Never said I was interested in him Gwendolyn. Don’t need to be so protective over him okay?” Ben chuckled at how pouty and grumpy Gwen’s gotten, obviously he enjoys seeing his normally cool and composed cousin acting all feisty and annoyed. The juxtaposition was just adorable.

Yet a large red SUV drove up in front of them, relieving Gwen from her friend’s teasing and torment. The Tennysons greeted Emily’s parents, with the young blonde safely entering in the comfort of her vehicle. She rolled down the windows and waved to them, bidding farewell to her precious friends she held dearly.

“See you guys!” As the car drove to the sunset, Ben sat down next to Gwen and rested his exhausted legs. Finally, a park bench that wasn’t occupied or dilapidated. 

“She’s cheerful as ever.” Gwen crossed her arms and sighed, weeks of not hanging out and the first thing she does is to tease her about her single status, great.

“She gets under my skin sometimes, but I love her the same.”

“What are best friends for?” She chuckled at his well-founded logic and stretched her limbs out like a cat. Naturally, the firm arc and accentuated shape quickly caught the attention of the young blooded teen. He briefly cleared his throat and reached for his water bottle, quenching his thirst with one big gulp. Any more velocity and Ben would be waterboarding himself, or perhaps that was the point.

“You’re not hanging out with Julie?” Thirst sated and eyes firm, Ben shook his head and placed his bag right between Gwen and him.

“Actually she is out with Elena, so I figured I would come hang out with you.” Though Ben phrased it as if she was his second choice, she did appreciate that he went out of his way to hang out with her. Still, the revelation that Elena and Julie are enjoying each other’s company was a little- shocking to her to say the least.

“They’re getting along? I’m surprised, I thought they disliked each other.” Ben blinked and spoke with innocence fitting for a young child.

“Why would they dislike each other?” The long drawn out sigh from his cousin was followed by two hands firmly clutching his shoulders. The tired and deadpanned look from Gwen always made him feel like an idiot, to which he can be at times.

“Ben, you really need to learn how to read the room.” Utilising every fibre of his brainpower and deductive skills, Ben ran it back to the numerous conversations he had with Elena before he came to a gobsmacking and earth-shattering conclusion that only gifted Galven scientists are capable of deciphering.

“Is it- is it because Elena likes me?” Though he may be denser than a neutron star, his heart is brighter than a supernova. Gwen elbowed him and chuckled at his mind blown expression. Most guys are incredibly dense when it comes to women flirting with them, which is natural given most guys don't want to be presumptuous and assume kindness is equivalent to flirting. Unfortunately, that had resulted in many oblivious hints missed.

“Duh?” 

“But how does Julie know!? They just met each other!” Well she could forgive him for thinking that way, it’s only been a week since Julie and Elena got acquainted. But Miss Yamamoto is astute and observant, especially when it comes to Ben.

“Intuition.” She made it sound like Julie is an empath! Ben crossed his arms and leaned closer, refusing to believe his girlfriend of a crush was capable of recognising Elena’s feelings for him with just their first interaction.

“Really?”

“Mhmm, Julie is very observant.” Actually that’s true, she always knows about his true feelings whenever they hangout with one another. Even at his saddest or most frustrating moments, the cute giggle from her was enough to wash away any negative emotion. Suppose that’s the power of infatuation and love.

“That’s true, she always knows if I’m feeling down… guess I should clear up the room huh?” Gwen nodded vehemently, still she wanted Ben to be delicate about this.

“Gently let Elena know that you’re dating Julie, you still want to maintain a professional and friendly relationship with her. She already knows what Julie means to you, but she wants to hear it directly from you.” Ben slowly nodded and pointed at himself.

“Because I need to be the one to set the boundaries right?” Clever boy! He is getting there.

“Yes, don’t assume people know what you know. Since you never made it clear that Julie and you are dating, people might get hopeful.” Ben swore he heard a subtle disdain and bitterness in Gwen’s tone. 

“Like Emily.” Gwen sighed and rubbed her temples, she wasn’t sure if Emily was serious about dating Ben. She brought it up before, but the line always danced between jest and serious. Given her paraplegic status, it was undeniably difficult to find a suitor willing to date and accommodate her needs. Harsh, but it was the reality that Emily long accepted.

“Yes. Seriously, don't ever think about dating my best friend.” The fang and claw from her was responded by Ben holding both of his hands up. 

“I’m not! I’m not!” The cousin’s conversation abruptly ended when their plumber badge beeped in unison, signalling a call from homebase.

“Come in Alien Force.” The voice of Labrid quickly confirmed their suspicions, Ben took his badge out and held it on the palm of his hands with Gwen leaning close.

“Loud and clear Labrid, what is it? Gwen is with me.”

“Plumber Distress Signal, a plumber is in trouble!” Their eyes widened to the startling news, a plumber in trouble? As far as Gwen knows, they weren’t any active duty plumbers on earth except them. Could it be another branch?

“Are there any other active plumber agents on earth?”

“Not that I know off, regardless we need to make haste. Where are you two?” Right, any form of questions could be answered later, right now a fellow ally needs their help.

“We’re at Gwen’s school.” The call ended at that, presumably Labrid is making a mad dash to them right now. The Tennysons exchanged concerned looks, wondering what situation can be so dangerous that it requires an emergency distress signal. Their questions seemed to be answered when a familiar Toyota Camry quite literally drifted at a sharp corner and stopped right in front of them.

“Get in!” Hopped in and buckled up, Ben sat in the backseat with his adored guncase strapped to the seat. He briefly changed his clothes and wore his equipment, stretching out his fingerless gloves and performing a routine maintenance check on his weapon and cartridges. The intercom from the car soon blared, with the voice of Elena transmitting through. 

“I’m sending the coordinates to you Labrid, the signal is emitting from the I-56 Expressway.” The old highway that connected Bellwood to the rest of the states, trucks and lorries form most of its traffic given the surrounding industrial factories and rust belt states. The aquarian, donning his human disguise soon turned the car around and followed the GPS signal to its destination.

“Could it be Alan?” Labrid shook his head to Ben’s question, the pyronite’s location was in the complete opposite direction.

“No, Southfields is in the opposite direction, besides he would have called us directly if he needed help. This didn’t come from him.” Gwen sighed and leaned her head against the window, so much for a calm night perfect for book reading or watching dramas. Their vehicle maneuvered and sped past the traffic, inching closer to the distress signal in order.

“Get ready, we don’t know what we are up against.” Chamber loaded with volatile cartridges, Ben narrowed his gaze when the sight of a collapsed highway came into view. Piles of vehicle, crashed into one another form a bottleneck that entombed the humans within. Slanting and near death’s door, the many screams of panic and horror quickly prompted Ben to act.

“The highway is falling apart! Gwen-” Barely stringing a sentence, Gwen had already exited the car and used her powers to materialise a slide projection for a safe descent. Ben swiftly followed and leaped into action, he nimbly climbed the slanted pillars of the damaged highway via wall kicks and reached to the top. He winced when embroiled flames began to erupt and grow bigger, seemingly about to combust at any given moment. He swiftly brandished his blade and slotted a defensive cartridge into the chamber, his priority is to rescue the civilians.

“Hang on!” He pry open the damaged vehicle doors and escorted the drivers to the emergency slide Gwen projected. With Royal Guard successfully deployed, Ben ensured that everyone was accounted for as his eyes danced between the growing flames that threatened to engulf the vehicles and fuel tanks whole.

“Ben! The highway is on its last legs!” The cry from Labrid was well-founded when the last structural support of the highway gave way to the immense pressure. The Vanguard pushed the last of the civilians down the slide until his emerald eyes spotted a young girl standing right below the falling pier. Where did she come from!?

“Hey!” His heart nearly sunk when the support beams and debris fell directly at her but before he could curse his own inability, the sight of a glowing figure whisking the girl away at the very last second quickly rallied his spirits. Angelic and gentle, the figure skillfully flew up high in the air with the girl clutching his arms before safely descending onto the ground as the smoke screen of debris obscured the destruction of the highway.

“It’s alright, you’re safe.” Quick to assess the situation, Ben’s feet slided across Gwen's makeshift rampart and rejoined his group. He gazed at the paramedics and firefighters arriving at the scene, it looks like they managed to save everyone. 

“Thank you.” He observed the young girl. The poor lass looked utterly terrified and shaken and who can blame her? Yet Ben was more curious about this mysterious interloper who appeared out of nowhere. The handsome blonde flashed a charming smile and let go of the nearly squashed victim before turning to the group, with his eyes particularly drawn to Gwen.

“Your assistance is much appreciated friends. My name is Michael, Michael Morningstar.” As he gave a curt bow, the shining plumber badge adorned on his chest quickly washed away any questions or concerns. So the distress signal did come from him.

“I’m Ben Tennyson, this is Gwen and Labrid. We received your distress signal.” He appeared perplexed until he glanced at their plumber badge strung to their belt.

“Distress signal? Why yes, I was in a bit of a pickle haha. But you Gwen, well you are simply spectacular!” Seemingly pushed aside in favour of his hot cousin, Ben narrowed his eyes slightly when Michael grabbed both of Gwen’s hands. The flustered and dazzled reaction from the sorceress nearly triggers Ben’s finger, much to his own restraint and surprise.

“Me?” Taken aback by his charm and forefront nature, Gwen was quite smitten by the gentleman who appeared eloquent and noble. His golden yellow eyes had an intense aura around it, enough to swoon the hearts of comely maidens and cute lasses alike. His features softened and eyed her body with an impressed look.

“I saw you in action, it’s really impressive with what you can do. In all of my years, I have never seen someone manipulate energy like that before. You are talented, doubtlessly so!” Cheeks flushed red and heart beating wildly, Gwen had never met someone so direct and so confident with their praises. Arguably, Michael was also the first person outside of her family to shower her with praises and recognize her latent talent that didn’t stem from her academic performance or accolades. Compared to the generic compliment she received from the boys in her school, this was a huge step up in suave and charisma.

“T-Thank you.” Sensing Ben walking up to them, the charismatic son of a billionaire parted ways with Gwen and turned his attention to an exhausted and frightened looking Trina. He placed his arms around her, earning a subtle movement flinch and a brief moment of discomfort. An act which Ben in all of his heightened and weary senses, caught onto.

“I will take Trina home, but please, let’s meet up at my place later. I believe we have much to talk about.” With address and contacts exchanged. Gwen’s emerald eyes were firmly placed on him, Michael’s body glowed in an angelic yellow glow and immediately took to the skies with flight and freedom. Akin to a bright star in the sky, the Alien Force watched in awe as Michael left behind a golden trail in the canvas of the dark night sky.

“Charming young man, his powers are impressive. Not many humans are capable of flight are they?” It was as if an angel descended from the heavens and provided salvation and succor in the darkest hour. Ben admittedly, was surprised and intrigued by this plumber who might be a magician like his cousin.

“I assume he has magic similar to Gwen, he is all sparkly and illuminating, kinda angelic.” The autumn haired Tennyson smiled softly, wondering if she was capable of flying just like Michael here. It would certainly be handy, perhaps he could teach her?

“Indeed, come let us meet at his place.” Entering their vehicle and pursuing the path to Michael’s residence. They entered into a rich and posh neighbourhood fit for Bellwood’s elite. Ornate fountains and rose gardens stretching across the lush landscape, with conifer trees and neatly trim bushes adorned the sidewalks. By all means, Ben felt like a mere peasant boy entering a king’s castle. Security was tight, too tight even. Guards armed with assault rifles, tactical gear and ear pieces were patrolling the grounds with loyal K9 units walking about. There was no doubt Morningstar was a rich and influential guy.

After being granted access to the inner sanctum of sorts, their car soon arrived before the large opulent mansion. Young maids in uniform and unison all lined up with the red carpet quite literally rolled out for them. It was a little intimidating and in all honesty, really excessive, but any display of wealth and power was enough to impress a bunch of teenagers.

“Whoa, this is insane. It’s like we entered another world.” Ben stared at the row of fountains guzzling water, with immaculate chiseled marble sculptures and statues standing guard on the front porch. The maids were all young beautiful women, greeting and bowing to the group with much courtesy and respect. This was something straight out of a drama or manga when the author decided to introduce the princeling character in the most bombastic way possible.

“Morningstar is loaded.” Ben held his guncase firmly in his hands, gazing upon the large mansion that has way too many windows and balconies to serve any practical purpose. His olive eyes soon turned to the elderly butler dressed in his dapper suit, bowing to them as if they were a lord visiting a hamlet.

“Good evening dear guests, Master Morningstar is eagerly awaiting for your arrival.” Gwen clasped both of her hands together and slowly entered the foyer, with Labrid equally intrigued and taken away by the grandiose architecture and the obvious display of splendor. The bladesman momentarily reached out to his plumber badge and held it in the palm of his hands, contacting Elena in the process.

“Elena, we are moving to Michael Morningstar’s mansion.” Mission control blared back with Elena appearing in the form of a hologram. Dressed in her lab coat, Ben could clearly see her walking around with her eyes glued to her tablet as her fingers danced on the screen of her device. 

“The plumber that was in distress?”

“Yes, please find any information regarding him, he seemed very well connected and influential.” She looked up momentarily and stared at Ben, seemingly reading his facial expression before softening. 

“Got it.” He hesitated for a brief moment and walked behind the car, away from the bright warm lights of the mansion and into the dimly lit gardens filled with thorny roses and lush grass.

“One more thing Elena, how does the Plumber distress signal work?” The technician leaned against the desk and laid down her tablet, holding a cup of coffee in her other hand as she eyed Ben with a hint of worry laced behind her gaze.

“Usually it’s done two ways, manual request or automatic response if the user is in danger, but this only works if you link it to a plumber suit. Why?” Unreadable and pensive, Ben loosened into a more reassuring smile and nodded to the scientist’s words, he was reading way too much into this. 

“Nothing, just asking. Thanks for the answer. Ben out.” Emerging from the shade of darkness and into the rays of ambient lighting, chandeliers made with glass and gold hang above the ceiling with intricate marble pillars acting as structural support. Ben eyed the group and found his cousin giggling at one of Michael’s jokes. He sighed inwardly, maybe it’s a good thing Gwen is interested in Michael, she never expressed interest in any guys before and learning new emotions and experiences is always good for self-growth and discovery. 

“Welcome Ben! Please come in.” The gunbreaker nodded curtly, Michael seemed courteous and polite enough, maybe he is being overparanoid and tad protective over his cousin. Yet intuition and instincts tells him to be wary of polite and charming individuals who show no signs of weakness or fault. Or maybe, that was just common sense.

“This is impressive Michael.” He chuckled at the compliment and nodded, indeed he had gone far to furnish and redesign the mansion to his liking. This mansion rightfully belongs to him, and like any other property under the Morningstar name, it’s designed to impress.

“Thank you, feel free to use any of the amenities.” Gwen clasped both of her hands and looked around, gasping at any antique artifacts and or beautiful paintings at every corner. As a history nerd, she recognised bits and pieces of Morningstar’s collection, something which Michael took note of.

“Gwendolyn, why don’t I show you around? You seemed thoroughly enamored!” Extending his arm, Gwen gladly took up his offer and wrapped her arms around it. The young scion smiled and turned to Ben who was still clutching onto his gun case. He eyed the metallic box for a brief moment before a small frown crept onto his lips. 

“Ben, I must ask if it’s alright for you to keep your weapon away.” Cautious of his request, Ben maintained a diplomatic approach and held his guncase closer to him. The sight of Gwen holding onto Michael’s arm was surprising but Ben was reminded that his cousin was the type to be direct and forward with her affections or intentions.

“Uh why?” Morningstar scratched his cheek and looked away in an embarrassed manner.

“Ah nothing it’s just- carrying that weapon around is a little intimidating for me and it’s well, how do I put this lightly? It’s a little impolite to carry a weapon around in your host’s home.” As someone who lived by the blade, Ben felt naked and vulnerable without a weapon. But he conceded that it was indeed ridiculous to carry a large case around at someone’s house and for practical reasons, Ben didn’t want to be known as the bumbling idiot who accidentally destroyed century old historical artifacts due his carelessness.

“That makes sense, let me just put it at the entrance.” Before he could even walk back, Michael snapped his fingers and immediately, a dozen of maids and servants rushed to Ben’s side, spooking and flustering the poor lad.

“They can tend to your belongings.” Reluctant to hand over his precious weapon just like that, Ben’s swift sleight of hand allowed him to scan a barcode embedded on his guncase with his plumber badge, ensuring that only his biometric fingerprint is capable of operating the case. He nodded with a smile to the maids as they took his case with much professionalism and courtesy, this was really getting absurd.

“Follow me friends!” Labrid placed both hands behind his back, walking around the mansion and analyzing everything in intricate detail. As they entered a private room filled with ID scanners and security cameras, his eyes were immediately drawn to the familiar high-tech equipment meant for the Plumber’s finest.

“Welcome! This is where all of the magic begins. I worked hard to get all of this setup.” Monitors and complicated ley line transformers filled the room, with large monitor screens and panels all cleanly maintained and polished. By all means, the equipment here was futuristic and state of the art, rivalling their own machinations and devices in HQ. Labird, thoroughly impressed, turned to the young man and spoke with urgency in his voice.

“This technology is incredible, I recognize the communicators back in headquarters- how did you get your hands on this Michael?” Still holding to Gwen’s soft dainty hands, Michael placed another hand on his chest and spoke with a grave expression.

“My father was a high ranking plumber, but I can’t disclose his identity given the sensitivity.” That was not surprising to the plumbers, in fact they expected this. Ben and Labrid nodded in unison, understanding that this was an interpersonal family issue that needed no further elaboration. For Labrid, tales of plumbers having offspring on other planets were common knowledge, an unguarded or unkept secret.

“I understand.” With a plumber's lineage, extraordinary energy powers, and a fortune matching the caped crusader himself, Michael was undeniably the perfect plumber candidate for their group. Having access to his vast resources alone would be game changing given tight budget constraints. Gwen turned to her cousin and walked up to him, her eyes sparkled with joy and enthusiasm that reminded him of their summer vacation.

“Ben, we are recruiting more members to our team right? Having Michael here helping us would be amazing.” Before the young lad could even say anything, his stalwart leader nodded to her reasoning and added his own words of support.

“Gwen’s right. If you are willing Michael, we will be honoured to have someone like you to bolster our ranks. Earth is under threat.” Michael nodded and led them towards a lavish guest room filled with long sofas and ornate tables. Maids quickly prepared tea and other refreshments, to which a hungry Tennyson quickly reciprocated to the generous act. Once comfortable on their respective seats, Michale interlocked his fingers and leaned his chin above the clasped hands.

“This sounds serious, let’s hear it.” As Labrid and Gwen explained their situation to Michael who nodded every now and then, Ben carefully observed the scion’s response. Although he seemed respectful and courteous, there was something cold and aloof about his attitude as he eyed Gwen closely. Ben chewed on the small club sandwiches and watched on, this smoked ham and cheese tasted frighteningly good.

“These Highbreeds seemed very powerful.” Morningstar commented with his arms crossed, eyeing Labrid who gestured in agreement.

“They are and they seek to conquer earth, we need every ally we can get.” Before Michael could give a response, Ben’s plumber badge began to vibrate and beep. He gave a quick glance and noted that it was from home base, meaning that Elena had dug up something for him, what a quicker worker.

“Excuse me.” Excusing himself and disappearing to the labyrinth-like hallways, Ben leaned against the walls of the mansion and found a secluded part of the hallway bereft of the warm lighting. Cast in the shadows, the green hologram of Elena was reflected in Ben's eyes.

“Elena I’m all ears.” The astute scientist noted Ben’s seriousness and anonymity, which was the first sight for her.

“According to all publicly available data, Michael Morningstar is the stepson of a famous real estate tycoon. His mother remarried after his father mysteriously disappeared.” Ben suspected as much, his biological father must be an alien plumber who was forced to redeploy to other planets or interplanetary systems.

“A plumber with a mysterious past, what else is new eh?” Elena nodded and turned to her tablet, scrolling down the profile she collected about Michael.

“But get this, it’s been reported that strange occurrences have been happening around the area.” Now that was something worth noting, Ben crossed his arms and tightened his blue jacket, feeling the white fur coat tickling his neck.

“Strange occurrences?” 

“Female students around Lakeside Academy had been reportedly missing. Witnesses who spotted them stated they appeared malnourished or emaciated, take a look.” The sight of zombified girls with mottled skin, disheveled appearance and bone like figure was indeed damning. They looked like they had their energy sapped out of them, akin to banshees or ghouls clawing for the next victim. This can’t be a natural disease or anorexia can it?

“This is concerning, really concerning. Lakeside Academy is a super prestigious and expensive private school right?” It used to be Gwen’s dream to enroll in that school mainly because the best teacher, professors and facilities are all offered there. Ben was more interested in their triple storey gym, impressive football field and the cute girls. 

“Correct, many rich families send their kids there for networking purposes. It’s considered a bastion for the elites, police have been trying to locate the victims for days but they remained elusive even after the sightings. Strangely, no mainstream media seemed to pick up on this news, only small bloggers and local stations but they were quickly scrubbed off from the net.” Censorship and cover ups, the optics look bad in this one. Ben paused and internalised the information, filtering through it before realising a startling realisation.

“Is Michael a student of Lakeside?” Elena hesitated, the edge on Ben’s delivery was dangerously razor sharp.

“Yes he is, in fact the school was built under his father’s name.” She caught wind of his displeased look, by all means she knew what Ben was thinking but correlation doesn't equal causation, and they would do well not to throw accusations at such a powerful and influential figure without solid evidence.

“Keep digging, this doesn’t sound good.” The scientist frowned and hugged her tablet closer to a bosom for comfort, almost like a stuffed toy.

“Ben, are you okay? You sound agitated.” The vanguard caught her earnest concern expression and merely smiled to break the tension. Man, what is up with him?

“I’m fine Elena, just- a little peeved I guess.” She cocked her head to the side, this was the first time seeing Ben peeved. He looked so serious and cool, it almost made her heart race having Ben’s sharp and serious gaze on her. It’s almost like a predator cornering his prey, ready to prowl and pounce on them with a wild glint in their eyes as she stood helpless to his advances- in a feral way! 

In a very hot, messy and pleasurable carnage way… god she needed help.

“What’s wrong Ben?”The gunblade wielder shook his head and spoke matter-of-factly. He gave a thumbs up to her and waved her off.  

“It’s nothing, just me being me. Thanks for your help, Ben out.” With the hologram retreating back to the badge, Ben slid the emblem back to his pocket and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Right now, he was certain that the mummified girls were afflicted by unnatural causes. He sighed and returned back to the room, his eyes drawn to the group standing in front of a large monitor screen. He made his entrance known by pushing the large grandiose maple wood doors with his jacket tailing his movements.

“Sorry, I just got a call.” Michael nodded with a smile but gestured to the screen showing power fluctuation and imbalance on the local supply grid. Why on earth does Morningstar have that data is perplexing but none can deny how cool it is.

“It’s fine, but it appears that the power among the local power plants is fluctuating widely. It’s been concerning, recently there’s been strange things happening around my town, this degree of fluctuation can’t be right.” Tennyson raised his eyebrows, it seems like Michael was aware of some problems going around in his neighbourhood, this is interesting. 

“Let’s investigate it then, maybe it might lead to clues to why the strange things are happening.” The son of the billionaire nodded and smoothly picked up his car keys, dangling it in his palm before grasping it tight. 

“Hop in, I will drive us there.” After retrieving his gun case, Ben entered the garage filled with rows of performance cars, Ben and Gwen were utterly stunlocked by the sheer opulence and prestige of each vehicle proudly displayed. Mustangs, Jaguars, Supras and other never before seen exotic car brands all lined up perfectly along the garage. The young man simply selected a Nissan GTR and ushered them to get in. 

“Hang on tight, I made some minor modifications.” Before Ben could even ask what kind of modifications were installed, Morningstar hit the pedal and immediately powered through the highway. The speed demon powered through the empty highway, with his bright streaks and performance engine screeching as they went. As the initial thrill of drifting and high speeds came to its euphoric end, Ben managed to hug his gun case tightly like a pillow and asked a few questions about Michael's origin. 

“So Mike, how did you get your powers?” The blonde haired man smiled and spoke with his eyes firmly on the road. No cars tonight, perfect, no pesky drivers to get in his way of the road.

“Ah, I was born with them. My father told me that I was given a very precious gift and I should always use it to help people in need. Even when he left us, I still held those words close to my heart.” Gwen clasped her hands and smiled softly at Michael’s emotional and reflective look.

“That’s very sweet and noble of you Michael.” He turned to the sorceress briefly and smiled, thankful for her words and company.

“Thank you Gwen, it’s difficult at times but I always try my best.” The company finally arrived at the power plant. The gated fences were perforated with the gates battered and broken in. If the intention were to steal power cables for profit then the thieves had done it in the most violent and bombastic way possible.

“We’re here, looks like it's broken in.” As they disembarked, Gwen’s eyes glowed fuchsia as she began to rapidly scan for any signs of human activity. Curiously, any detection magic she used seemed to be faltering as her pulse and concentration began to falter with every focus. But before she could get her bearings, her commander seemed to spot figures moving in the shadows.

“There!” Labrid exclaimed while donning his human disguise. Three zombified figures with signs of leprosy and malnutrition began to wail and chew on powerlines, siphoning the energy and breaking off industrial cables with a snap. Ben immediately recognised them along with the horrific implication of what they are dealing with. 

‘The girls looked exactly like the pictures Elena sent me, except their condition has worsened.’ Was this a virus? A pandemic? His question was momentarily placed aside with a swift, almost casual kick that sent his gun case arcing upwards. The latches sprang open mid-flight, spilling the gunblade midway. He slid forward and shot out his hands, with his fingers dancing across the falling weapon in a slow dramatic flourish, snapping a cartridge right into the chamber with his palm. The gunblade, now primed and ready, settled perfectly in his grip as it pointed directly at his foes.

Before any orders were given to advance, Michael extended his hand out and pleaded with his hands close to his heart, how touching.

“Wait, I know these girls! Please don’t hurt them.” At that moment, Ben narrowed his eyes even further, though he knew that it was just speculation and conspiracies in his head.

‘So he does know them. That makes sense, he knew Trina’s name.’ Since they went to the same school and the fact the girls are still wearing their uniform, it does make sense for an influential and connected lad like Michael to know them. Still, the fact they were able to siphon energy and chew on powerlines was by far one of the creepiest things Ben had ever stumbled upon.

With this presence known to the husk-formed high schoolers, they screeched and quickly retreated into the main power plant building. Some were climbing on all fours as if they were possessed by a demon while others displayed impressive acrobatic prowess.

“That is seriously creepy.” Gwen was not thrilled by the sight of a girl of her age crawling on all fours like a spider. Ugh… gave awful flashbacks of watching The Exorcist or Constantine with her Ben. The group soon entered the building, with no lights and complete darkness welcoming them, it was akin to navigating a labyrinth.

“This place is huge.” Ben’s gunblade glowed against darkness, a soft red hum against the cloud of darkness. Labrid grunted and discarded his disguise and turned on the infra sensor of his suit to detect any life, to his surprise they were none except theirs.

“The Power Plant is responsible for supplying the entirety of Lakeside, it looks like a maze. Stay close to me, I don’t know where they went but I can light up the path.” Like the Lisan-al-Gaib of our time, Michael illuminated the way for others to walk on the path of righteousness, a splendid glow of yellow and gold engulfed them whole, bathing them among the glorious and holy. So angelic was the sight that Gwen’s heart skipped a beat and swooned at how cool he looked.

The group continued walking until Ben caught Gwen's weak and uneven walking pace. As Michael and Labrid continued to walk forward with Ben slowly down his pace to match his cousin’s. He tugged her hand and pulled it close to him, a hush whisper once he was certain they were in private. 

“You okay?” The brunette smiled at his concern and nodded, she felt awfully weak and cold, almost as if she contracted a fever or flu. She seized the moment and leaned against him little, an excuse to generate some body warmth from her cousin.

“Yeah, sorry I just feel a little tired.” He frowned momentarily, her face was slightly pallid with her eyes drooped, lacking her usual vigor or confidence. Naturally, such a sight triggered his instincts considerably, he placed the back of his hand on her forehead, pushing up her hair and nursed a concerned look.

“Stay close to me.” She rolled her eyes and flickered off his forehead, the moment she displayed any sign of weakness, Ben goes full knight mode.

“I can handle myself Ben.” He pouted when she patted his head patronizingly, ruffling his hair and tousling it. Gwen had always been a little needy and touchy when she was sick or unwell, a trait that he also shares.

“I know you can, but that doesn’t mean I can’t look out for you.” He chuckled as he patted her head in return, seeing the small flushed expression and red cheeks despite her sick state was adorable. She scowled and swatted his hand away, nearly threatening him with her powers to which Ben just snickered at her bashful response. After the Great Headpatting War between cousins came to its conclusion, the two finally caught up with Michael and Labrid who were conversing with one another.

“Michael, you said you know them right?” Surprised by the sudden voice, the charming billionaire walked towards Ben and narrowed his eyes slightly when he noted Gwen clinging onto Ben.

“Yes, though we aren’t close friends, I have seen their faces before. Rumors have it that girls within my school are going missing but I could never imagine seeing them like this.” Ben nodded, hiding behind his concerned and calculative look behind his thoughtless smile. How odd of him to not directly bring this up immediately to them. Still, maybe Michael was too shocked to think about the details.

“It’s alright Michael, we will find them.” Going through the winding hallways, they finally emerged from the other side of the power plant where all of the transformers stood. Gwen attempted to ask Michael another question when Ben’s neck hair stood up at threat of impending doom. He clenched his grip on his hilt and dashed backwards when a hunched figure leaped savagely at him.

“Ben!” The bladesman used the flat side of his blade to parry the incoming clawlike swipes, blocking each serrated claw that were of human hands. Before Ben could kick the ghoulified girl off him, a blast of fuchsia energy knocked his assailant off. The rest of the high schoolers leaped from the shadows, assaulting the main group as Gwen tried her best to conjure a shield, only to found her powers rapidly waning.

“Ugh, damn it! Why can’t I do something?” She gritted her teeth when she failed to cast a single spell or invocation. Her mind went numb and her brain felt like it was pounding her skull with every exert of her magic. Labrid, seeing her weakened state, stood next to her and began blasting his foes with his gun, providing coverage to his squadron while Morningstar and Ben fend off the rest.

“I don’t want to hurt you!” Ben directly kicked one of the girls in the abdomen, his muscled quad legs knocked them off their balance and footing. She screeched and gritted her teeth, with her soulless eyes showing disdain and hatred towards him. Before he could come up with a follow up strike, a large spark from the nearby power supply cables went haywire, nearly electrocuting the young man had it not been Arcturus’ energy absorption capabilities. With a distraction in place, the infected girls screeched and quickly escaped the scene, leaving the team to lick their wounds.

“Ben! My apologies, I shouldn’t have used my powers so recklessly.” Michale quickly offered his aid, helping Ben up to his form. The gunbreaker stared at the charred black spot where Michael presumably unleashed his powers so recklessly, not that he would know since he was busy fighting them while Michael was- 

What the hell was Michael doing? Combing his hair?

“It’s fine. But we better go after them.” Keen to chase after them and hopefully find a way to cure them of their disease, Ben’s noble efforts were well underway when Michael placed a hand on his shoulders.

“Not now, it’s too late to give chase- Argh!” All of a sudden, the man placed a hang on his chest as he winced in agonizing pain. Gwen quickly went to her side with her arms around him as he nearly fell to the floor with his lips quivering in tortuous pain.

“Michael! Are you okay?” Like a fallen angel stripped of its power, Michael laid in Gwen’s arms with a pained expression. His luscious blonde hair was disheveled with sweat while his fashionable brown jacket was wrinkled.

“A little bit tired, forgive me friends, I’m not used to fighting.” Seeing his weakened state along with Gwen’s, Labrid made a judgement call and spoke sternly.

“We will continue to search for the girls, their parents must be worried. Michael you can head back and rest, you have done enough.” Gwen cradled Michael closer, her hands stroking his arm as if it was a feverish drug. Her eyes dilated slightly with her voice droning off with every sentence.

“Ben, I should take Michael home. You and Labrid can continue searching, call me if you need backup.” Mildly concerned of the implications of his cousin being alone with a young man that clearly wants her, Ben did not like the arrangement one bit and appealed to Gwen’s rationality.

“We need your magic to locate them, I don’t know how else we’re going to find them.” His cousin narrowed his eyes and spoke in a harsh tone, delivering her point and ending any form of discussion or retort.

“Michael needs rest, he gave me a portion of his power just to make sure I was okay.” That was news to him, that might explain why Michael was suddenly so weak while Gwen seemed to have more life to her. He glanced at her arm and found strange marks on them, almost passing as tattoos.

“He did?”

“Yes! While you were busy chasing after heroics, Michael stayed back and looked after me.” That was a bitter sting to Ben’s pride and feelings, despite his best to appear nonchalant and stoic, it made him feel incredibly awful and heartbroken to hear Gwen say that to him straight. He always prioritised Gwen’s safety and well-being, to the point that he willingly traded the Omnitrix to Vilgax for Gwen’s safety. 

“Gwen, if it weren’t for Ben bravely holding off the attack we would be overwhelmed. Your concern for me is touching Gwen, but I’m- argh!” Fortunately, Morningstar came to his defense by clutching onto Gwen’s arm, weakly pleading for his case with his raspy voice. His pained expression and weakened look drew Gwen’s concern, she held onto his hand and stroked his arm.

“Michael! Ben, he needs rest.” Seeing Gwen’s dead serious look, Ben gave in and nodded with his hand tightly clenching the blade’s hilt on its own.

“I- fine. Michael, I’m entrusting Gwen to you.” The billionaire nodded and laid on Gwen’s lap as if it was a pillow. Behind his fatigued and friendly smile however, Ben’s green eyes managed to pierce through the facade with it oddly dilating.

“I will keep your cousin safe Ben. If you want to find the girls, I suggest searching nearby power outlets. They seemed to be drawn to energy and electricity.” With that, Ben and Labrid watched the two retreating back to their car. Labrid, quick to activate their plumber mobile’s autodrive feature and patiently waited for their autonomous vehicle speeding down the roads from Morningstar’s mansion. 

“Our ride should arrive in 5 minutes or so.” The gruff voice of the aquarian earned a nod from Ben, he opened the latch of his guncase and placed it on the ground while polishing his blade with a nanotech cloth Elena made for him.

“Didn’t know the car was capable of that.” The seasoned plumber chuckled and placed on his ID masks, donning his human disguise with his fedora slightly tipped to obscure his eyebrows from the light of the moon.

“Which is why I was surprised you humans haven’t invented a fully autonomous vehicle yet, it’s remarkably convenient.” Progress was getting there with the vision of an enigmatic if not controversial billionaire and other partners. Ben merely nodded and placed his gunblade with his case, locking it tight with a click and a scan of his badge.

“Yeah.” Astute to the young man’s sour mood, he walked closer to him and crossed his arms, eyeing Ben’s uneasy expression. 

“You seemed worried.” Of course Labrid knew what this was about, he just wanted Ben to say it out for him, it's good for him mentally. As expected, Ben hoisted his guncase with one hand and gestured with the other.

“This is the first time I've seen Gwen being heads over heels for a guy. So colour me a little worried when Mr Perfect suddenly shows up and sweeps her off her feet!” The outburst was not surprising, mainly due to the undeniably protective if not jealous tone in Ben’s inflections. While he knew the cousins were a tight knit pair, this was perhaps the first time Labrid seen Ben being so anxious, not since after Max’s initial disappearance.

“True, but I don’t think Morningstar harbors ill intentions towards your cousin.” The gunbreaker sighed and turned around, eyeing the surrounding power plant with his mind running through the motions. He huffed and stared at the dimly lit streets and highways, wondering why Morningstar was-

“Wait!” Labrid blinked and slowly walked towards Ben, the voice was undeniably startled. Please tell him the young man’s thought did not wander to the worst case scenario possible.

“What’s wrong?” Ben turned around and stood directly in front of Labrid, his eyes dilating in fear and concern. 

“Did I ever mention Gwen was my cousin to Michael?” 

“Not that I recalled? Why?” This was dire, Ben was losing his mind and frantically paced around with his hands forming a closed fists out of frustration.

“How did he know Gwen is my cousin? Shouldn’t the first thing you assume is that we are twins or siblings!?” Labrid appealed for calm and while he did find it slightly odd Michael was aware of the Tennysons’ blood ties without prior mention, all of it could be explained with his access to plumber archived collections. Chances are, Michael might have done some light reading on them before using the plumber distress signal.

“It’s possible he knows about your records Ben, he is the son of a Plumber after all, they have access to all archived information. Anywave, you’ve been on edge tonight, the pressure is getting to you.” Ben would not hear this, he is acting completely in line here. Gwen had never, never verbally or visibly expressed interest in a guy before. Yet this seemingly perfect angelic figure named Morningstar , AKA Lucifer, the betrayer and devil himself! Appears out of nowhere and sweeps his cousin off her feet, causing Gwen to blush like a little school girl and a love-addled fool! He knows exactly what to say to her and seeing her biting her lower lip and eyeing Michael with a lustful gaze was- God! 

He can’t be crazy here.

“It’s normal for me to be concerned right? Gwen is family.” The seasoned plumber wasn’t one to invalidate Ben’s feelings, especially when he feels so strongly about it. But if anything, his concern and love for Gwen at times, feels- 

Well, it's best not to say it for the sake of social harmony of the team.

“I will say-” A sudden call from Ben’s plumber badge disrupted Labrid’s sentence midway. The young man unclipped the badge from his belt and placed it in the centre of his open palm, revealing Elena’s hologram.

“Elena? Is something wrong?” The scientist frantically looked around before her heart sank considerably.

“Ben, Labrid- where’s Gwen!?” Immediately Ben’s instincts flared and he gripped his gun case tighter. 

“She’s with Michael.” Elena placed the tablet down and shouted what Ben suspected all along.

“She’s in danger!” The gunbreaker’s gaze fiercely swapped to Labrid, paralyzing his commander officer for the briefest of moments before his bellowing voice of seething anger pierce through the veil of night.

“Labrid, car!?” The sound of a high speed vehicle speeding down the highway soon caught their attention, it screeched to a halt right in front of them, leaving tyre trails in its wake. Labrid unmasked his disguise and leaped into the driving seat as the vehicle doors opened at that very moment.

“Just in time, get in!” Ben shoved the badge within his pockets and vaulted over the roof of his car with his one hand, entering the passenger seat in one fluid motion. Without any belt buckles, Labrid slammed the gas with Ben placing his badge into the centerpiece of the car’s dashboard to integrate the piece.

“Elena, can you track Michael’s plumber badge?” Going well above 200 mph, Labrid’s first instinct was to head to Morningstar’s Mansion if that was where Michael was taking her. Ben’s hair flew against the drag of the wind at high speed but his eyes were firmly placed on Elena’s hologram form.

“I’m trying Ben but the signal seems to be jammed, there’s severe interference. Let me just-” Without warning Elena’s hologram disappeared earning a growl and a light slam to the dashboard from Ben.

“Damn it! She’s cut off.” Labrid tempered his protege but asserted his authority with years of high-pressure situation experience.

“Calm down Ben, I can handle this. Initiate Communicator Protocol, request establishing a link to Homebase.” After a brief pause, a moment of static crackled through the vehicle's internal speakers before a clear, authoritative and robotic voice filled the cabin.

“Link established.” Ben’s lips curled upwards when the no-nonsense Labrid briefly shot him a proud grin, lowering the tension considerably. The aquarian focused on his driving, zipping past trees and drifting across sharp corners like a professional.

“Elena, the connection has been established, do you hear me?”

“Loud and clear Labrid, the frequency seems to be distorted and the signal is weak. I can't track Michael’s badge since he bugged it but I still can track Gwen’s badge, coordinates are being sent.” Labrid’s eyes darted to the updated map and immediately turned the car around, doing a complete 180 as Ben, for the first time in 15 years, held the roof handle of the car tightly for dear life.

“Elena explain!” Ben seized the moment to assemble and slot his cartridges into the chamber of his gunblade, loading the high calibre rounds he had on his body. Morningstar is powerful and if he is anything like Gwen, Ben wants to end the battle as soon as possible. 

“I’ve just done a thorough investigation and hacked into the police database after noticing discrepancies in the reports. According to multiple witnesses statements, the missing girls of Lakeside Academy all had contact with Michael prior to their disappearances. And get this- the family of the girl you all rescued, Trina, just retracted a police report for their missing daughter along with the rest of the families. Coincidentally, the missing girls’ families received a large sum of money from an account all linked to Morningstar Properties Incorporated.” Labrid scoffed in disgust, clearly Morningstar was confident that he would not be held accountable even if anyone were to discover his crimes.

“He doesn't even bother trying to hide his trail!” Ben had a complete reaction, disgust and the unbridled urge to beat the living crap out of the demon, his grip tightening on his gunblade, causing an uncharged cartridge of his to glow very softly in the shade of teal.

“And nothing is being done despite all of this!?” Elena sighed and spoke plainly, the level of corruption and immense power the Morningstar family wields is frankly disturbing. Political bribery, coercion, blackmail and buying off the media, it was an all too familiar sight in the plumber’s line of work.

“Michael had succeeded his father as a real estate mogul Ben, he owns the school and the whole of Lakeside’s establishments are all under his thumb. That power plant you were in is owned by his family too, the police are all under his father’s paycheck.” Oh that’s just great, nothing like the wealthy elite doing whatever they please with no repercussions or consequences because they can buy their way out. Damn this capitalist society. 

“He set that attack up didn't he? I noticed he knew how to navigate the power plant despite claiming he had never known the layout.” The former Omnitrix chosen leaned his head against the headrest, mentally preparing himself for the battle ahead. Would Gwen be alright? What if the bastard lays his hand on her? Are the zombified girls secretly all under Morningstar’s control? Questions piled on top of questions yet one thing was for certain.

Ben will break every bone and fibre of Morningstar’s body.

“We are near Ben, get ready.” The brunette’s eyes narrowed as he cocked the blade and gripped his hilt tightly. His mind went over the numerous ways to fight Morningstar, from using Arcturus energy absorption abilities to conjuring a Force Shield, his priority was to secure Gwen and the girls safety before inflicting as much visceral pain to the bastard. 

Their high performance car soon stopped by a dilapidated building, near the damaged highway where they found Trina. Hidden away from society and the road, Labrid’s fingers gripped the wheel tightly, partly feeling guilty for trusting Michael due to his desperation to gather a team. Immediately, the sound of the door slamming and Ben running out with Arcturus resting on his shoulders made him get out of the car.

“Ben!” Surprisingly, the young man heeded his words and halted, glaring at him with his fingers twitching to the trigger. Labrid had never seen his vanguard being this angry and agitated before, but he needed Ben to be cool and calm in this fight, not raw unfiltered anger that clouds his judgement. The aquarian flashed a friendly smile and placed a hand on his other shoulder.

“I understand your desire to rush in but we have to be cautious. He is powerful.” Tactics must triumph over tactlessness, a lesson he had learned from his initial battles. With Morningstar's ability to fly and conjure energy beams, a stray shot directly to Ben’s heart would be the end of him. Not to mention, they have no idea what Michael is actually capable of, other than being a creep and a certified psychopath. 

Ben lowered his gaze and brushed off Labrid’s grip on him, his initial anger subsiding considerably when the cool crisp air of the night tousled his hair and skin. His thoughts drifted to Gwen and exhaled, she would want him to think before acting.

“I know that.”

Rusty pipes with stagnant water slowly dripped downwards, plinking and dribbling against the silence. Shackles and chains were seen attached to the walls, along with bowls of water and food lying on the floor. The gurgled groans and moans soon followed, with zombified girls with lifeless eyes kneeling on the ground obediently. They were patiently awaiting their master, one whom they served with the highest devotion possible. Their soulless eyes soon perked up when power energies emanated feverishly, earning a pang of hunger and growl as they enthusiastically wailed.

“Ladies, I'm back! And~ I brought home another girl, say hello to Gwendolyn, your new sister.” The cheerful demeanor of Morningstar was a stark contrast to Gwen’s much more subdued expression. She barely blinked, her eyes darkened with her vigor and brilliance shattered by an oppressive presence breaking her will.

“Michael, where are we?” Her voice drone off robotically, her tone was stiff with any semblance of authority or control of her own speech and thought becoming more difficult with each passing second. A cold hunger gnawed on her, pushing her to give into the abyss that kept calling to her. Michael chuckled and placed a possessive arm around her shoulders, his fingers wandering the fabric of her blouse that whiff of perfume.

“Ah my manners, I will tend to you girls later. For now, Gwen needs my attention and care. Don’t worry, I will make sure to pamper you extra tonight! You all did excellent tonight.” His words were met with a chorus of low groans of delight from his enthralled pets. Any instinct to rush towards him, to shower him with their twisted devotion was brutally hindered by the heavy chains that encircled their necks and legs, a constant reminder of their utter subjugation to his ownership. He gleaned at his pets’ obedience and took Gwen to the inner chambers of the room. Now with their privacy secured, Michael rubbed Gwen’s shoulders and led her to the centre of the room where a runic seal symbol with ancient arcanima text scribbled upon the floor. Morningstar glanced upwards and snapped his fingers, immediately the dilapidated roof above slowly whirled with mechanical rhythm, opening the roof like a flower sensing the coming of glorious dawn.

“This connection between us, isn’t it wonderful Gwendolyn?” The grandiose speech from Morningstar echoed throughout the compound. Clearly high on cloud 9, he twirled around with both of his hands extended outward as the blessing of the moonlight coated the entire ritual grounds. A soft red glow emanated from the runic text, slowly siphoning Gwen’s mana and strength with every passing second.

“Y-Yes.” Numbed and lethargic, Gwen could barely remember her name or command her own body to move or even scream. Every fibre of her body felt so cold, weak and numb. She battled through the mental barriers, trying her best to stay awake and conscious throughout the abyssal whispers taunting her to sleep and give it in. Michael grinned and clasped both of her hands, pulling them towards him as his vampirism mark began to clenched against her flesh.

“The day I saw you use your powers, I knew you were the one. You are incredible, so young, energetic and virile.” Her body shuddered with hairs on her back standing upright, she gasped for air when she noticed him circling around her like a shark to its prey.

“H-How did you know about me?” Michael grinned and took a deep breath, he loves his theatrics and length expositions.

“Well, like my father, I have learned that good connections and networks make for success. The Forever Knights are good friends of mine and they aligned with my vision of glorious conquest. They were the ones who supplied me with the technologies and devices you see. Lately... they have been very vocal about a group of Plumbers with a talented sorceress on the side opposing their plans. Needless to say, I was very intrigued and I’ve begun looking at your profile and past exploits, and I have to say Gwendolyn, you exceeded all expectations. Knowing how plumbers are obligated to respond to distress calls from their agents, I decided to put on a show and see if you would turn up and to my delight, you did.” Gwen grappled and wrestled with the control and forced her words out, she needed to get as much information as possible. She dearly prayed and hoped that Ben or Labrid would figure out something was wrong and come to her aid.

“You’re responsible for the highway accident?” The angel in disguise wagged his fingers, feigning his innocence as he placed his hands underneath her chin with cruel sadistic glee.

“Well I won’t say that, perhaps a stray misfire to one of the supporting pillars might have been the cause of it. Who knows?” The sorceress chanted a spell internally, trying her best to invoke a defensive ward magic to suppress her own mana to prevent Michael from draining it off. If she could reserve a potion of her mana and hide it from Michael, she could break out of this trance when he released his grip on her to make a run for it.

“Why Michael?” He snapped and let go off her, extending both of his hands out as he shouted his declaration and beliefs to the heavens.

“I pondered that too, why do we humans need power and strength? Though my father taught me that I should use my powers to help others, my stepfather was the one who had truly enlightened me!”  Gwen watched in horror as Michael slowly floated to the air as streams of her magic and essence began to flow and engulfed him like golden serpents snaking around him. She weakly winced at the painful and weakened body that threatened to knock her out. 

“Throughout human history, our constant struggles and climb to the top has always been about attaining power and prestige! Given enough strength, you can even the scales with your foes, bring them to the negotiating table and ultimately, crush any opposition with enough force without needing to compromise anything!” His hair fluttered against the air as his body slowly was coated in a plate of gold. He roared and cackled at his newfound powers surging within him, covering the darkened surroundings with a brilliant golden shimmer. He felt euphoric! This power whom he craved for so long was now finally within his grasp! For years he hunted down the perfect specimens, luring and draining everyone of his victims, shattering their will and having them to be his submissive slave but now? He could use Gwen as his pet, supplying him with all of the mana in the world!

“I FEEL FANTASTIC!” Savouring the sensation of becoming God, Morningstar let out a long moan and slowly descended back down to the ground with his body engulfed in golden rays of glorious energies. Far too long he was held back by his mortal limitations, tonight that would change and the world would quake at his feet. He slowly walked up to a weakened Gwen kneeling to the ground. Unlike her zombified inferiors, she managed to maintain her perfect porcelain skin and vigor. Excellent.

“Won’t you agree that’s a wonderful thought Gwen? To have everything going your way without needing to bend your knee to the whims of others?” His voice went from thunderous and terrifying to soft and compassionate. He extended a hand to her, an angelic olive branch of hope to a destitute girl such as herself. Gwen now bereft of her powers nodded and felt in complete submission and whimmed to Morningstar’s charm.

“Yes.” Her voice was monotone, stripped of her sass and fiery personality. Michael gleamed at his perfect model and eyed her body up to down. Even if she was completely useless to him, her appearance and body would do well in… other matters.

“Good girl, you will be instrumental to my plans. Don’t worry, I wouldn’t wring you dry and chain you like the others, you will make for a very fine battery and pet.” He clenched both of her cheeks, eyeing her with his ravenous eyes. Yet despite his authority and power disparity, he could tell that a part of Gwen was fully independent and seething at her current predicament. No worries, he would conquer her body, mind and soul soon enough. 

“Remarkable, you still can wrestle from my charms and control. Tell me dear Gwen, who do you desire the most in your heart? Someone who you hunger and willing to indulge your flesh and love with? Tell me my lovely Gwen, for I already know the answer.” His lips were dangerously close to her ears, akin to an incubus seducing his prey. His fingers were wrapped around her waist, hiking her blouse to touch bare body as they dangerously inch closer to her undergarments and belt buckle. He closed his eyes, waiting for his perfect love slave to break and submit herself to him.

“Ben.” He froze and harshly pulled back, eyeing the small but genuine smile on her lips despite his total domination over her mind and body. The damn cousin of her’s? 

“What!?” A flurry of navy blue moved between the shadows, and with a decisive strike, Michael’s eyes rapidly dilated in howling pain as tears threatened to fall from his eyes, he gasped for air and flailed his hands around. He screamed in pathetic pain when a thick steel blade pierced through his abdomen, with its seething wielder completely covered in darkness, except by his sharp green eyes that screamed heaven’s fury.

“YOU BASTARD!” Ben roared and hoisted his impaled victim upward before slamming the blade brutally to the ground, crushing Michael’s neck to the floor with every strength he could muster. Morningstar gritted his teeth and blasted the ground with his powers, flying high in the air under the guise of dust and debris. His gaping wound had no blood, instead a golden ray of light quickly recuperated his wounds. He merely chuckled at his own abilities, he was essentially unkillable now. No longer shackled by the boundaries of a mortal body, he is now made of pure energy. 

“You’re trying to kill me Tennyson? How cute, you can’t kill God!” The gunbreaker emerged from the dust storm with Gwen tightly in his arms. He glanced at her weakened and heavily breathing state, feeling his blood boiling with how vulnerable she looked. His green eyes softly glowed in the shade of teal before subsiding again.

“What have you done to her!” Michael floated in the air with his arms crossed, eyeing the speck below him with the haughty arrogant tone he hid for so long. To think he would get to battle the legendary Ben Tennyson, this was a battle he eagerly looked forward to.

“Only claiming what was rightfully mine. Ladies! Please entertain our guests!” The sound of wailing and screeching soon echoed across the building as footsteps began to grow louder. The zombified girls with their bruised hands and bodies began to crawl and charge towards Ben, only for a well shot blaster ray to knock one of them out.

“Ben I will hold them off, you deal with Morningstar!” Labrid commanded from high above the rusty pipes. It seems the assasination attempt from Ben did little to hurt Morningstar, they were careful to hide their own energy and heat signature through chaining themselves with anti-energy absorption cuffs to sneak up to Michael. 

The plumber leaped downwards and took up two ray guns from his holsters, directly dual wielding the blasters and shooting the ghouls off one by one. With the minions distracted, Ben sat Gwen aside and pointed his blade directly at Michael. Given that the bastard was capable of flight, Ben needed Michael to fight on even grounds. He took a deep breath, he needed to think straight here. So with a cocky grin, he placed his gunblade on his shoulder and pointed at the wound he loving gave to Michael.

“God huh? I don’t remember Gods can bleed.” Micahel glanced down below and fumed at the sight of his own mortal weakness. Although his wounds were fully healed and now covered in a sheen of gold, he did in fact bleed and stained his shirt and pants with red rust.

“You imbecile! I will make you watch when I claim Gwen as mine!” Morningstar blasts a stream of energy towards Ben, to which the gunbreaker nimbly dashed aside and charged forward. Lucifer narrowed his eyes and raised both of his hands, conjuring dark clouds high above as lighting and thunder was his to command.

“Die!” Like a conductor, Ben was instantly struck by 10 bolts of lightning all at once, the wicked talons of electricity cascaded from the heavens and tore through Royal Guard, nearly breaking it had not been Ben slotting another defensive cartridge right in time. He cocked his blade and held it high above his head, directly touching the point where the lightning and shields connect.

“Overdrive!” Fully charged up to the brim, Ben triggered his finger and delivered a wide horizontal slash that sent out a shockwave of lightning bolts that pinned Morningstar to the ground. He charged forward with his blade and thrust it deep into the skull of the demon, only for him to smack it aside at the last second with a cocky grin on his face.  

“I knew this blade was cursed!” The two exchanged blows for blow, with Morningstar dodging all attacks with his swift movement and flying around occasionally to toy with Ben. Every swipe and slash was parried and reciprocated with a point blank blast, searing Ben’s durable blue cloak but strangely not to his skin or flesh. The few times where Ben managed to get a clean cut to Michael’s body, he managed to recover by flying in the air to recuperate before flying down again.

The battle between was long and grueling and Ben at this point, should have already won when he drove his blade through the false light’s neck, legs, torso and the damn crotch too. But the bastard was nigh unkillable, taunting him everytime he thought he scored a decisive victory with his regenerative powers and hardened skin.

Tired and overexerted, the gunbreaker winced when Michael managed to sneak punch in at his gut and blast him with another energy blast, skidding his entire body across the floor with blood leaking from his lips.

“Tch, tch, tch, you can’t kill me Ben.” That cocky son of a- Ben gripped his hilt tight and wiped away the blood from his lips with his other hand. He could do this all day. He slowly stood up to get his bearings and slammed a cartridge into the chamber, listening to it whirling to snap it into the correct position.

“You’re just a talking glowstick!“ Unamused by his opponents petty insults, Michael extended his arm and immediately dozens of spears of light materialized before him before he snapped his fingers, barraging Ben with piercing javelins that exploded in rapid succession.

“B-Ben!” Gwen cried out weakly at the horrific scene unfolding before her, she regulated her breathing and felt the sharp pain clawing her body. She needed to thwart Michael's influence coursing through her body.  

“Gwen snap out of it, Ben needs you now!” Labrid, who was still holding out against the zombified ghouls, rolled to the side and reloaded his overheated cartridge with a spare before twirling both of his revolvers and resumed blasting against the thralls. The young sorceress nodded, she couldn’t falter now when others are doing so much for her sake. She closed her eyes, focusing her mind and enchanting a spell to increase her constitution and fortitude with a long spell chant.

“Didn’t know you have it in you Tennyson!” Despite unleashing what could be described as modern day ICBM missiles at Ben, the gunbreaker managed to stand strong with his gunblade supporting his weight. Deep cuts criss crossed his arms, heavy bruises bloomed on his face, and his jacket was scorched and torn, but Ben gritted his teeth, slotted another energy cartridge into his weapon and charged towards Michael once more.

“Tsuibangeki!” With the force of a falling meteor, Ben leaped high up in the air with Royal Guard and crashed his blade gleaming with energy down at Michael. The self-proclaimed deity grabbed the descending blade, a hiss of pain escaping his lips as the burning energy peeled away his golden skin. In retaliation, he blasted beams of golden energy from his eyes, piercing through Ben’s Royal Guard.

“Fool! I’m stronger than you ever will be Tennyson! Where is your watch and aliens hmm? Not keen on shapeshifting anymore!?” Ben landed on his feet with his balance wobbling after his legs were injured by the bruise and fall. Michael is becoming increasingly agitated, his attacks more frantic. If he could keep the pressure on, absorb Michael's own power and redirect it, the arrogant bastard might just run out of juice and lose out in the long run.

“I don’t need the Omnitrix to kick your ass!” What a shame, Michael was hoping to absorb Ben’s aliens for his own use. No matter, he had let this game go on long enough, now it was time to break the limits of his vessel. Michael purposely flew close to Ben and engaged in melee combat with him before suddenly summon tendrils from the ground to immobilize Ben in place.

“Gah!” The brunette gritted his teeth when he felt the scorching pain when the golden serpents coiled around his legs and locked him in place. Michael cackled at Ben’s futile attempt to escape and punched in the gut, causing him to cough out blood from the energy used fists.

“Insolent whelp!” Every subsequent punch drew more blood from Ben before Morningstar yanked his hair and began to conjure a blade of energy on his other hand. The golden sword was formed in the shape of Claimh Solais, large and radiant. Michael mere floated to the air, watching his golden serpents coiling around his prey and locking him under his will.  

“How does it feel, Ben? To be so powerless and helpless?” The gunbreaker glared at him and spit saliva at his face. Ben was certain that was this his end, not to the damn Highbreeds or DNAliens, but to a predator of a lunatic. He glanced aside where he placed Gwen, only to find that she was gone.

‘Good, at least she’s safe.’ He chuckled between the taste of iron in his mouth. He clenched both of his fists, mentally bracing for the blade cut through his stomach. But just as he resigned himself to fate, he felt a familiar spark and presence overwhelming all of Morningstar’s power. A breathtaking fuchsia light erupted, violently engulfing and devouring Morningstar’s false golden radiance like shadows consumed by the void. Ben watched in stunned awe as Gwen walked towards them, radiating an ethereal power that was far beyond her normal capabilities, it was as if she was a furious goddess descending to his rescue. Her eyes blazed with righteous anger, objects around her from broken pipes, boxes and loose chains began to float around her, worshiping their new lord of magic.

“W-What? W-What is this power?!” Morningstar who once coveted the title of God suddenly felt meek, unable to conjure his brilliant powers as the binds around Ben began to dissipate. Ben quickly dodged aside and checked his gunblade only to find the cartridges were void of its energized charges, fully drained despite being overloaded with Michael's energy. His eyes widened when he realised what Gwen was doing.

She was absorbing all matter and energy around her.

"You used me." Her voice, amplified by her immense power, echoed with chilling anger and disdain, the very air thick and suffocating with her overwhelming presence. Michael narrowed his eyes, frantically throwing bolts of fading golden energy at Gwen, only for the sorceress to effortlessly conjure a shimmering fuchsia shield, deflecting them like child’s play. Morningstar stumbled backward, his own golden aura being inexorably snuffed out by Gwen's far greater power. He watched in horror as the energy he had painstakingly absorbed over years was rapidly drawn away, returning to Gwen and to the enthralled girls. Their mental chains loosen and their autonomy was rightfully returned with each passing second as they began to regain control of their own bodies.

Labrid, seeing the tide turn, let out a shaky sigh of relief and finally collapsed onto the grimy floor with his limbs sprawled out. The aquarian breathed out and laughed out bubbles at his tank. 

‘Dear leviathan, I thought I was a goner.’ He was getting too old for this.

"No, no, no, NO! NO! You can’t do this to me!" Michael’s voice cracked with desperation when he tried to fly away. But before he could feel the taste of moonlight, shadowy tendrils of intense energy clawed and snared the false angel. Any attempt to escape from Morningstar was futile as the sorceress rapidly drained the last vestiges of the god complex incel of his powers. 

After using every ounce of his energy to blow apart the energy tendrils, Michael landed on the floor and made a dash for it, only to collide with a cold stone wall. His eyes wide with terror as Gwen, now practically glowing with raw fuchsia energy like an enraged goddess, advanced on him. 

"Girls, help me! P-PLEASE!" The school girls glared at him and ignored his pleas. Instead, they moved as a group to Labrid's side, their voices a mixture of shame and sorrow as they apologized to the alien Plumber and helped him up. The seasoned intergalactic enforcer gruff exterior softened by their genuine remorse, nodded curtly before rushing to Ben’s side, intent on helping the injured lad to his feet.

“Ben are you alright- Ben?” Labrid’s concerned question trailed off into the night as Ben- well Ben was utterly captivated by the sight of his cousin. The raw power emanating from her, the fuchsia glow had painted her in a light he had never seen before. Her long luscious auburn hair flew upwards with her eyes deadly and seething. In his eyes, Gwen had become the most beautiful and powerful being he had ever witnessed. Perhaps it was his enthusiastic preference for strong, independent women who can kick his ass. Or maybe it was the sheer relief of seeing her free, her true self unleashed after wrestling from control.

Whatever the reason, Ben was momentarily lost and felt like he just witnessed heaven. His heartbeat fast with his core body temperature spiking up, his cheeks flushed red and the sheer existential realisation that his cousin was hot as fuck quickly fell on the young man like ton of bricks.

"Don’t you ever come near me again," Gwen spoke with her voice resonating with power, the sheer force of her aura nearly choking Morningstar out of jealousy and humiliation. With a final, exhausted gasp, Gwen closed her eyes and instantly dispelled her intense magical powers before collapsing from mental exhaustion.

Instinct quickly took over and Ben broke out of his stupor to surge forward, catching her gently in his arms. He smiled once she was safe in his arms and resisted the intense urge to hug her close to him. He carried her up bridal style and sat her down next to the rescued girls who quickly took their savior in.

“Please look after Gwen for me and... please close your eyes and cover your ears.” The courteous request from Ben drew a myriad of confused looks, until they saw his clenched fists and the seething anger hidden behind his calm and collected gaze. The girls soon nodded and watched as Ben-

His foot stomped across the stone floor, bellowing louder as they sprinted towards a defenseless Michael and leaped with a flying knee kick, directly slamming Michael’s face to the wall and crushing his skull with the shockwave kicking up dust and debris. Michael screamed pathetically over the perforated eardrums and attempted to run when Ben hooked his leg with a sweeping kick, causing the man to fall and injure his jaw and perfect features.

The girls closed their eyes and looked away as Ben sat on top of Michael and landed each fists with pummeling force, the cracking of bone echoed across the chamber with every bloodied swing. The stone floor beneath Michael’s head began to crack with each savage blow as his cheekbones were smashed and rearranged. Ben, fueled by rage and the sight of Gwen’s weakened and violated state, rained down a relentless barrage like the javelins of light he kindly received from Morningstar.

Gwen, though still weak, managed to regain consciousness enough to witness the brutal retribution from Gwen. While it was against her character to see someone clearly suffering in pain, deep down she was satisfied that Ben was the one doing this.

“S-STOP! IT HURTS!” The screams did little to halt Ben’s assault. Blood, grime and teeth splattered across the tattered stone tiles and despite shielding Gwen’s sight with the back of his body, Gwen could absolutely feel the hatred bleeding from Ben’s heart, as well as the blood splattering across the floor with every wave. She weakly held onto Labrid and tugged his arm, ushering him to stop before Ben took it too far.

“Tennyson!” Ben halted mid-swing, his bloodied fist hovering near inches above Michael’s grotesquely disfigured face. His equally crimson hand clutched Morningstar’s broken jaw with his green eyes dilated wildly. His chest heaved and breath ragged, his mind finally free from the storm of anger addle that blinded all sense of rationality or thinking. He huffed at his own reflection on the steel beams in the distance and slammed Michael’s head to the ground one last time, any brain damage he inflicted onto him was best not discussed.

Labrid swiftly apprehended Michael and cuffed both of his hands tight, the same cuffs he used on Kevin to halt his absorption capabilities. The aquarian eyed the energy intensive being, despite being savagely mauled beyond recognition, Morningstar’s wounds and features slowly returned to his perfect porcelain shaped form with his innate energy generation.

“He won’t break free right?” A bloodied Ben spoke with his gunblade sheathed into the case, locking it tight. After tonight, both him and the blade require a thorough cleaning and rest.

“Anti energy absorption cuffs, built for osmosians and anodites.” Labrid locked Michael’s collar and legs together, binding them for extra measure just in case. Ben slowly trudged towards Gwen’s side, feeling the faint pulse of his head and blood pumping through his veins. He let out a smile when Gwen who was now fully awake stared at him before rushing towards him.

“Ben!” She crashed right into his arms, holding him tightly to her as he let out a chuckle. He patted her back soothingly and rested his chin above her shoulders.

“It’s alright, I’m here.” Ben peered over the other teenage girls who stood awkwardly behind Gwen and he waved an equally awkward gesture while Gwen held him for dear life with her eyes closed. Good lord, this was embarrassing. Quick to regain his ego and pride, the teenager coughed out and attempted to sound in command and authoritative with his bloodied limbs to see.

“Labrid, can you take him to Plumber HQ? I will make sure the girls get home safe and sound.” His Team leader gave a curt nod and stood next to a chained Morningstar.

“Of course, I will make sure this wretched criminal would do no harm to anyone else.” The dutiful plumber dragged him out in the open space, where communications and ley lines are at the clearest. Labrid pressed the red spot on his suit and stared at the stars above, now it was time to bring the Wardens.  

“Magister Labrid, requesting prisoner extraction from Planet Earth, Class A threat. Subject is a volatile energy entity with demonstrated capacity for rapid energy discharge and aerial fight. Recommend deployment of containment field generators, nullification emitters, and Reinforced Transport Unit. Subject is currently subdued.“ His voice echoed to the night until the beep from his badge came with an operator’s voice.

“Magister Labrid, request acknowledged. Containment field generators, nullification emitters, and RTU dispatched. Expect arrival in 2 minutes. Proceed with caution.” The aquarian grunted and turned to Ben, giving him a nod as per guy-to-guy communication. With Morningstar dealt with, Ben breathed out and turned to the ladies, ushering them to follow him to the car.

“Thank you very much.” Ben nodded meekly when the last passenger disembarked from the vehicle and kissed his cheeks as thanks. The stalwart and unfaltering gunbreaker who sundered space fascists apart gripped the steering wheel, ensuring that the girl entered the safety of her house before releasing a sigh. What a day. He turned to face his cousin who crossed her arms with her eyebrows raised, earning a scowl and change of gears to drive forward.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Despite not having a driver license, Ben managed to cruise and drive their way to Gwen’s house. He tapped his finger upon his plumber badges in the dashboard and immediately, a communication with dearest Elena was established.

“Hey Elena, Gwen and all the girls are safe. Michael has been apprehended by Labrid, don’t know where he is taking him though.” 

“No doubt it would be Null Void prison, the highest security prison in the universe. I already received a message that the RTU has already apprehended and transported Michael. Gwen are you alright?” Elena’s voice echoed back in response, though it was clear she was concerned and worried for her friend.

“I’m fine Elena, just a little shaken.” She suspected as much after everything they have been through, for now they could use some rest.

“Ben take care of her okay? Take your time.” Eyes firmly on the road, Ben glanced from left to right before making it turn.

“I’m worried that Morningstar’s father will go after us.” It was a legitimate concern, pissing off a powerful tycoon and hurting his only heir is practically a death sentence. Yet Elena had already made preparations for this moment.

“Don’t worry about that. I uncovered so much dirt on him that it would crumble his entire empire overnight if it leaks out. Tax evasion, money-laundering, political bribery and now his son is involved in assault and battery. He wouldn’t risk doing anything, even for his own stepson. This is juicy news for the press.” This would fit nicely into the Pandora Papers by the ICJ, and while Plumbers aren’t one to interfere with other planets affairs. Elena had no qualms of bringing down entire governments or administrations in the name of protecting the ones she loved. Ben grinned and leaned forward, his cheerful voice quickly returning to him.

“You just earned yourself some chili fries and ice cream from me, thanks for everything Elena!”

“Hehe, look forward to it. Stay safe you two and Ben, do what you do best.” As the screen faded, Ben took a moment to stare at Gwen who seemed uncharacteristically quiet. Right, she probably wants a shower and some rest, if she wanted his company and comfort, she would ask for it.

The drive was agonizingly quiet, Ben desperately wanted to ask what Morningstar did to her and if she was okay, but for now he conceded his cousinly concern and focused on driving her home. His eyes while firmly on the road, did occasionally glance back to Gwen every now and then who just stared out of the window. The tires soon rolled up by the side of Gwen’s house and after lifting the handbrake, Ben turned to her while dancing his fingers on the steering awkwardly. What do they do now? Silence set in for the moment, with Ben twiddling his fingers every now and then before Gwen spoke.

“I shouldn’t have trusted him.” The curt statement from her was followed by running a hand through her long auburn hair. Her eyes gazed at the front porch with a tired and bitter gaze. But a warm hand on her arm did bolster her spirits, she turned and smiled when Ben’s soft look of concern stared right at her.

“You were under his control Gwen, he probably put a spell on you.” She rubbed her arm, feeling the graze mark that Michael delightfully put on her. She narrowed her eyes, extending her sleeves to hide it despite the mark being gone. She felt so violated, used and disgusted.

“I should have been stronger than that.” He sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt, giving him a better leverage to put an arm around her. He paused for a brief moment, he wasn’t sure if Gwen was okay with physical affection. 

“You are strong, you kicked his ass and saved us all.” Fortunately, she leaned against his shoulder and rested against his nape. His bloodied and bruised knuckles were dried red, he opened and clenched his fingers again and again, feeling the strain and pain of the muscles pulling from the movement. 

“Can you stay for the night?” The sudden request from Gwen wasn’t unprompted, but he would gladly say yes. Frankly speaking, he felt uneasy leaving Gwen’s side after everything. It was lapsed in his judgement for allowing Morningstar to be alone with her. He gently interlocked his fingers with her own, tugging it tightly as they rested on his lap.

“Sure.” She ran her other fingers daintily over his bleeding knuckles, it was only until now she realised how much force and wrath Ben exuded when he pummeled Michael to smithereens. She could vividly recall teeth and blood splattering across the floor despite Ben's body shielding her from the sight. It was ferocious, a blur of movements as each strike cracked and dented the floor into dust and smithereens.  

“If my parents ask, just say that a date went wrong and you came to rescue me.” Ben wasn’t sure if that was the right call, they could just pretend nothing happened and that they got sidetracked. 

“You sure?” She eyed her cousin, charred coat, messy hair, bleeding knuckles and roughed up physique with bruises and cuts everywhere. It was clear that Ben had been in a nasty fight. She touched his cheeks and rubbed it with her thumb, wiping away the remnants of blood and straightening his fizzled hair to correct his spiky hair she adored. There was no way he could go home at this state, it was already past midnight.

“Ben, look at you. They aren’t going to believe anything else. Besides, making you the hero is the tradition at this point.” The cheeky tone at the end brought out a softer smile from him, the light-hearted atmosphere was just needed to lift their spirits. The duo got off the car and stood before the white pale door, with a twist of a key, the two were granted passage with Ben opening the door with the guncase on the other hand.

Immediately, loud footsteps and stern expression from his aunt and uncle was expected. Cross with their hands on their hips, they impatiently stood before the foyer with their eyes drawn to their only daughter.

“Gwendolyn Tennyson! do you know how-” The harsh and fierce tone quickly subsided when they noted her seemingly quiet and clearly disturbed mood. They turned to their nephew and gasped his battered body, his coat tattered and charred while blood from his knuckles clearly evident. Yet despite his warbringer look, he gave his signature warm smile and greeted them courteously as always.

“Hey aunt Natalie, uncle frank. Gwen is a little tired, is it okay if I take her upstairs first?” They looked amongst one another with Natalie tugging to her husband’s arm. The parent of two gazed upon their daughter who was clearly distraught and in need of some rest.

“Sure.” Wordlessly, they watched their nephew escort Gwen upstairs before muffled voices could be heard and the sound of the door shut. He descended back down the stairs with his coat tailoring his movements. Natalie swiftly walked up to her nephew and clasped both hands together, eyeing him with much worry and concern.

“Ben, did something happen?” He nodded and placed a hand behind his neck, white lies are needed in their line of work. For as strict as Gwen’s parents are, they are very loving and attentive to her well-being and needs. He softened his look and nodded with his arms crossed, eyeing his aunt with a serious look.

“Gwen had a date that went very wrong, he got a little too handsy. We went to the precinct, that’s why we’re a bit late.” Immediately, Natalie walked forward and held his arm. His normally strong, independent and stoic aunt was shattered by the news and spoke with soft voice fitting for a concerned mother.

“Goodness, i-is she okay? Did he-” Ben simply raised his hands, unintentionally showing off his valiant efforts at keeping her safe.

“No, no. I was nearby. Sorry we didn’t call, we didn’t want to worry you guys and just wanted to settle things our way.” Frank’s attention was immediately brought to his nephew’s hands. 

“We understand but Ben your hands.” Bruised and bloodied, this was arguably the most gruesome and feral he had ever been on someone. He personally never thought he was capable of intense rage, but seeing Gwen all shriveled up and vulnerable just made him- 

Angry. 

“Might have gone a little overboard on teaching the guy a lesson.” And he would have continued had it not been Labrid. 

“Resorting to violence even if it's justified is not right Ben!” The young Tennyson sighed and nodded, knowing that while Morningstar deserved every fibre of pain inflicted onto him, he acknowledged that he did go overboard in his anger and fury. Yet a pair of hands on his shoulder from his uncle and the undeniable look of pride and righteous fury quickly rallied Ben’s spirit.

“But as a father, you better have made that bastard bleed and beg for mercy.” He simply smiled and spoke confidently.

“Let’s just say he would never dare to touch a girl ever again, the arresting officer made sure of it.” The former Omnitrix chosen spoke candidly as always, Morningstar would never see the light of day, not when his own powers were stripped of it. Cast down like the very angel he shared a name with, may the depths of null void swallow him whole. 

God he hopes he dies.

“Atta boy.” Natalie rubbed her nephew’s arm and inspected his body. She knew he loved Gwen very much, but to see her normally courteous and chivalrous nephew acting in Gwen’s safety made her heart swell with pride and relief. Thankfully, they were always together. 

“Do you need me to get First Aid Ben?” The Gunbreaker nodded, it was best to mend his own wounds. He wasn’t sure how to explain to his aunt and uncle about the energy charred blasts apparent on his body.

“Sure. I can apply it myself.” Natalie beamed and patted his hair before quickly walking to the kitchen to get the first aid. Frank crossed his arms and took his phone out, eyeing his nephew who seemed… calm and content despite what happened.

“Are you staying for the night Ben?” The brunette scratched his cheek, he wasn’t sure if Gwen’s parents were opened to the idea.

“Is that okay? I don’t want to intrude…” Frank scoffed and ruffled his  nephew’s hair while bringing up the phone to his ear.

“Nonsense, you are always welcome to our household Ben. I will call Sandra and Frank to let them know.” Well that was one filial bullet dodged, no doubt his parents must have been worried sick and since Ben often leaves his phone on airplane mode while on missions, he dreaded to see the list of miss calls from his mom. His aunt appeared with the first aid kit and handed it to Ben before quickly eyeing her daughter’s room.

“I will go see Gwen.” Natalie hastened up the stairs and took a deep breath in front of her daughter’s room. She knocked the door and anxiously waited before the door was unlocked and her tired daughter greeted her with a hushed soft tone.

“Mom?” Natalie held both of her hands together and nodded to her.

“Hey pumpkin, you okay?” Gwen sighed and opened the door wider. Truth to be told she didn’t want to deal with the conversation with her parents regarding what happened but she figured she might as well get this out of the way to allay their fears.

“Yeah.” The mother and daughter duo sat on the bed, with Natalie taking a far more gentle and soft approach compared to her usual prim and stern nature.

“Ben told us what happened, I’m sorry that happened to you.” The witch twirled her fingers around the necklace that Ben brought for her, feeling its energy residue that pulsed with her mana. Fortunately, she managed to store a portion of her magic into the enchanted medallion, allowing it to serve as a backup reserve should she ever run out.

“I’m fine, just angry at myself. I let my guard down.” Natalie would not stand by this, she placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulders and pulled her close to a mother’s embrace.

“You’re the victim here, don’t blame yourself.” Gwen momentarily closed her eyes, feeling the warm comfort of a mother’s hug. Her mind replayed the moments where Ben got battered and nearly killed by Morningstar and the subsequent beat down her cousin so violently gave.

“Ben got hurt because of me, I was too trusting.” The mother of two placed a hand on her shoulder, ushering her daughter to look at her.

“Gwen, there are a lot of bad people in this world, predators who would take advantage of kind and sweet people like you. It’s hard to tell if there are wolves among the flock of sheep at times, but I hope that this experience won't stop you from pursuing new relationships and discovering new feelings.” Gwen paused and internalised those words from her mother. She would not sit idly by just because of one douchebag! On the contrary, she would become stronger to better prepare herself, to protect herself and of course to protect her teammates. This was a mere setback, and she would bounce back with twice the spell armada. She closed her eyes before grinning, her fiery and confident spirit surging right back to her.

“Of course not mom, just because I’m bitten doesn’t mean I'm twice shy. Next time, I will be more cautious!” Natalie’s lips curled widely and hugged her daughter tight to her again.

“Good girl! Now, go get a nice relaxing shower. Your cousin is staying for the night.” At the mention of Ben’s residency, Gwen perked up and averted her gaze from meeting her mother’s eyes, much to her confusion over the sudden change of shy demeanor.

“Umm, can Ben sleep here?” Cheeks flushed red and bashful, Natalie caught wind of her daughter’s expression and inflections. While a part of her finds it adorable, another part of her was quite concerned about the cousins’ closeness. Still, Natalie decided to frame her reasoning out of rationality rather than personal disapproval.

“Ben is heavily injured Gwen, I think a proper bed is good for him. He can sleep in Ken’s room.” The look of disappointment on her face, however brief, was caught by the observant mother. It sealed her suspicions that Ben had become an emotional anchor for Gwen. Not necessarily a bad thing, but the two should grow apart and pursue their own independence rather than being codependent on one another.

“Okay mom.” Natalie kissed her forehead before walking out of the room, leaving Gwen sprawling on her bed with her phone in her hand. She sighed and scrolled on her social media feeds for a few minutes before taking her towels and nightwear into the bathroom. After a long warm shower and self-care, Gwen slipped into her slippers and dried her hair when she caught the mote of light seeping underneath her brother's room door. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, hoping to annoy Ben before he sleeps.

“Come in.” With permission granted by the big man himself, Gwen opened the door and popped her head  in. It’s been ages since she visited Ken’s room and seeing Ben lazing on it with his charred coat hanging on the chair did bring out a myriad of emotions… mainly how rarely he actually stays over at her place, and vice versa.

“Hey Ben, what are you doing?” Of course the elephant of the room was Ben tinkering and polishing his gunblade like a seasoned mechanic, inspecting the chamber and the mechanism of the blade with meticulous detail, shocking I know.

“Oh hey Gwen. When I fought Morningstar, he mentioned that my weapon was cursed. I was wondering if there’s any truth to it.” She rolled her eyes at the supposed superstition and closed the door shut, feeling the cold air conditioned room against her skin.

“Given its ability to absorb energy, it’s not surprising. The gunblade seemed like a natural counter to an energy intensive being like him.” The gunbreaker frowned momentarily, he wondered if he had the Omnitrix strapped onto his wrist and battled with Michael, would he have won? 

‘Probably not, he became pure ethereal energy.’ His moment of reflection became of concern when Gwen laid down next to him, slipping her legs underneath the covers with her shoulders and hair leaning against him. He took it as a sign that she wanted to talk, so he leaned against her body and waited patiently, yet the undeniable smell of her conditioner and shampoo was successful at easing his senses.

“It felt weird… when he touched my hand it felt like my mind went numb and my body is paralyzed. I couldn’t feel anything except a growing hunger and becoming cold.” Her voice trailed off cautious and soft, eyeing the blank walls of the room when she felt Ben grasping her hand gently on top of their shared blanket.

“What was he doing to you and the girls?” The mage narrowed her eyes, replaying the memory when her free will and independence was taken away from her. She felt so weak and vulnerable underneath the ritual, draining her mana away with every whisper and caress.

“He was using us as a battery source, he is very obsessed with power. He targeted me because of my magic. I think he also wants to collect a zombie harem but let’s not dwell on that.” The venomous disdain from his cousin was equally met with a furious response from Ben. God willing, if he ever finds Morningstar again in the Null Void, practiced hands will make for short work of him. Still, Gwen thoroughly beat the crap out of him by turning the tides of battle at the last second.

“How did you beat him? You were absorbing everything around you right?” The auburn witch chuckled at Ben’s giddy and excited tone, clearly someone was very impressed by her spell charges. She crossed her arms and snuggled upon the pillow, recounting the spell recital she used.

“Yeah, actually that was one of Charmcaster’s most prized incantations in her grimoire. It’s a form of osmosis where it allows the users to siphon all energy and matter around them. Obviously, it is super dangerous and you can easily lose yourself in the overwhelming power but I did learn it just in case I ever needed it.” Well thank goodness for that, Charmcaster having a spell to siphon all manners of life and energy around her doesn’t raise any red flags or alarm bells at all! At the very least, Gwen managed to use it to counter Morningstar’s abilities.

“That’s cool.” The young magus chuckled at Ben’s sparkling gaze. He had always talked about how convenient magic could be. She placed her fingers on his shaft, stroking it softly as her eyes were drawn to the large girthy size of the chamber.

“I used it on your cartridges before too, remember? I degenerate its overloaded charge and release it to the surrounding aether.” Of course referring to the behemoth that is his gunblade’s chamber and cartridges, Ben cocked open the cylinder and raised his eyebrows over the fully loaded cartridges imbued with his cousin’s essence.

“Oh yeah, at the Forever Knight castle right?” His cousin nodded and leaned her head against his shoulders, savouring the body warmth within the cold air pressing against her skin.

“Mhmm! Speaking of Forever Knights, Michaels works with them.” The matter of fact tone from her caused Ben to blink and process the information before it hit him.

“Are you serious?” She chuckled when he placed the blade down on the blankets with an incredulous expression. So far the knights had remained out of their way but their activity still remains high according to Elena. Honestly, they seem more like a cult than anything else, do they even receive social insurance or any employment benefits?

“Michael used the plumber distress signal to draw us in on purpose, so he can get close to me. All the tech you see at his mansion was supplemented by the Forever Knights, that’s how he got all of the technology at his place. They shared the same ideologies it seems.”  Ben smiled wryly. A medieval-themed organisation dedicated to hoarding technology, human supremacy and believing themselves as earth’s divine saviors, where had he heard that before? It makes sense why superior complex characters like Michael would align with them.  

“Hope he rots in the null void forever.” He placed the gunblade in the case and pushed it underneath the bed by tilting his body to aside, ready for swift deployment in the event anyone comes crashing through the window. He grunted and fiddled with the remote of the air conditioner, inputting the peak conditions for a good night sleep before lazing his back against the comfort of the bed and the presence of his cousin. He glanced at her and leaned slightly towards her, grasping and interlocking their clasped hands.

“It’s my fault too, I should have been more alerted.” The sorceress was surprised by the guilt-ridden tone from him, clearly Ben blamed himself for not being vigilant when arguably he was most suspicious of Morningstar's intentions. She sighed and wondered what it would truly take to unravel the disappearance of Max.

“None of us could have foreseen it, going forward we have to be more careful. DNAliens, Forever Knights, Morningstar, I think we are just scratching the surface of how messed up our world truly is.” 

“Right, it’s not summer break anymore.” Gwen scoffed and crossed her arms, had her doofus of a cousin forgotten the horrors and perils of Summer Break? Against Vilgax, Dr Animo and Gwen’s personal nightmare, Ghostfreak.

“I argue summer break was messed up too, remember Ghostfreak?” A flash of PTSD dilated in Ben’s eyes when he vividly remembered Zs'Skayr possession and losing all sense of control or autonomy.

“That one… really scared me. I never wanted to transform into him ever again.” The genuine fear in Ben’s voice was obvious, given that he felt partly responsible and guilty for the corrodium pandemic that occurred. In a way, Ben did wonder if other aliens he transformed had a mind and will of their own, or is he merely borrowing their powers. A question that admittedly, puzzles and leaves him wide awake at times. He sighed and closed his eyes, no point dwelling on the past, he no longer has the Omnitrix.

“You know, it didn’t occur to me how much danger we are constantly in until tonight.” Ben spoke with a straight face that Gwen really had a hard time comprehending. She placed her hand underneath her chin and leaned her elbow on the pillow, resting on her stomach with her legs resting underneath the covers.

“Really? It didn’t hit you until tonight ?” The sarcasm was rich in this one, but Ben entertained his cousin’s sass by running his hand through her long locks, straightening it out and pushing back the strands behind her shoulders. Was it cordial between cousins? Who knows, all Ben knew this was a song and dance the two were familiar with in their privacy.

“Well, seeing you being hurt like that and the way he touched you was just- I was so angry.” Angry would be an understatement, the seething rage from Ben was the first in many instances. Seeing Ben mauling Morningstar with the ferocity of Four Arms was something she would never forget. 

“Hero complex kicking in?” Well he won’t deny that, but the real reason was obvious and simple. Gwen is family to him, arguably the closest person to him. He couldn’t fathom a world without her and honestly, he wasn’t willing to let that world to exist. His cheeks flushed red and he averted her gaze with one hand on his arm, glancing away from Gwen’s laying form and arched body.

“More like… I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Her eyes shimmered at the soft but genuine tone from him. She chuckled at his bashfulness and sat upright, bumping her shoulders against his with a soft whisper sending shivers down his spine.

“That makes the two of us then~” The two rested their eyes, exhausted from today’s events and relished the comfort of the other. Ben let out a loud yawn and winced at the muscle strain his body kindly reminded him. Despite being battered and blasted with what can be described as missiles made of pure light, Ben somehow managed to escape Morningstar’s wrath with only a bruised pride. Either it was Arcturus doing it’s wonderful job at siphoning energy or Royal Guard softening the blow, Ben counted himself lucky.

“Tired?” He nodded to Gwen’s question and rested his chin on her shoulders for a moment. Muttering like a little child with his eyes closed.

“A little, I think I pulled a muscle or two.” She frowned and poked his arms, feeling the tensed muscles as her hands glowed in gentle pink. A warm glow washed over Ben, with his sore muscles and bruised body miraculously cooled and soothed. Gwen thoroughly inspected the internal bruises of her cousin, curiously his energy levels seemed to be harmonised with her mana.

“You went absolutely berserk on him.” Ignoring the fact Gwen’s eyes were glowing bright pink, Ben coughed and glanced the other way, he thought Gwen was unconscious throughout the pummeling he gave to Morningstar. It was completely out of character for him to go out of his way to inflict pain onto someone, yet the thought of Gwen being used, manipulated and hurt was enough to pull the trigger.

“You saw that?” Her eyes returned back to normal after she pressed her dainty fingers against his chest, feeling the strong muscular frame and physique that was a result of years of martial training and combat. Her fingers continued to dance around his pecs until both their eyes were firmly stared at one another.

“How could I not Ben?” Her pink succulent lips and sweet smile drew a guilt-ridden down his spine. He clenched his fists and looked aside, the only person who had elicited these kinds of complicated butterfly feelings within him was Julie… it shouldn't be his own cousin. He sat upright, bringing out a harsher than intended tone to reset his feelings.

“I think, if Labrid didn’t stop me, I would have-” A finger pressed against his lips, silencing him momentarily as her assertive and confident demeanor returned to his cousin. She simply laid her head on his shoulders and gestured in the air with her other hand.

“Hey, let’s move on from this. Focus on building the team, finding grandpa and stopping the highbreed invasion, okay?” His lips curled upwards at her methodical approach, right he could deal with these unwanted distractions later. For now, he had a mission to do.

“Sounds like a plan!” The two settled in silence as the awkward stung of air settled in. Ben bit his lower lip when Gwen seemed to cling onto his arm, hugging it tight between her breasts with the fragrant scent of her shampoo and body soap luring him to sleep. At this rate she will be sleeping with him and while he had no qualms with it, he knew they were in questionable territory with his less than innocent thoughts about her. That rude awakening during her enraged state was… god, he felt like it awakened something primal deep within him.

“I-I haven’t showered yet Gwen.” She raised her head, eyeing her cousin who seemed a little uncomfortable with their current arrangements. She lowered her eyes and let him go, retreating to the side of the bed while brushing her fingers through hair. 

“Mhmm, go then.” Slip and slide, Ben took the towel from the wardrobe and headed to the showers. Now disrobed, he glanced at his wounds and raised his eyebrows over the numbing pain and the less than severe injuries he sustained. Of course, he did yelp every now and then when the cold water accidentally splashed against his sensitive injuries but otherwise, no long term pain or permanent damage. Must be a running theme with his body huh.

‘I mean I did survive the explosion of a spaceship.’ Amidst the silence and the lack of distractions, Ben drifted to his shower thoughts. Mainly thinking of the one witty one-liners he should have given to Morningstar or suddenly remembering that one joke he wanted to tell Gwen the other day. After attending to his hygiene and fresh from the showers, Ben was hoping that Gwen would have gone to her room and slept.

Unfortunately, she seemed to be lying on his bed while scrolling her phone.

“You’re not sleeping yet-” He stopped opening the door midway and giggled when Gwen got spooked by his presence and dropped her phone flat on her face. She sighed and turned to him, glaring at the teenager who shuffled to the bed with his hair still damp.

“Got too comfy here.” He rolled his eyes and sat on the bed with his towel patting his head. He closed his eyes and roughly rubbed the moisture away, only for a pair of soft hands touching his own and the towel.

“That is not how you do it Ben, didn’t I tell you the last time?” He remained silent with Gwen drying his hair, reminiscing of their time together during Bellwood’s blizzard. It was strangely errotic to have her do this, perhaps this was what she felt when he brushed her hair. 

‘I’m getting too worked up for this.’ He sighed in content at the impromptu scalp massage but suddenly froze solid when Gwen wrapped her arms around his waist, pushing her frame against him tightly with her nose buried at his nape. She placed the towel away over the chair, her warm breath and lithe figure was tantalizing to the touch, he held his breath for a brief moment before leaning back to her.

“What’s wrong?” Gwen closed her eyes, replaying the confession Michael had forced from her lips. The memory of uttering Ben’s name under that oppressive control sent a fresh wave of shame and vulnerability through her. Was it a repressed desire or was it Morningstar twisting her will? Even now, the warm and comforting body of her own cousin was making her feel things. She felt safe and content, like a comfy bolster to hug. In some ways, part of her had admitted and accepted that Ben was the only one capable of bringing those feelings and another part of her-

Was absolutely terrified at what that meant.

“I love you.” The sudden statement declaration was completely unexpected. He wondered what prompted her to say that given it’s a line none of them really say to one another, or at all. Ben, in his heightened state of rationality and guy thinking, conceded that perhaps she was just a little clingy and emotional, seeking solace from the closest person after today's events which is totally, absolutely, 100% pure and completely justified. 

That has to be it.

He calmed his rapidly beating heart and flushed face, turning towards Gwen who seemed to be bracing for a response from him. Her gaze softened with an anxious smile on her lips, at this moment she looked absolutely adorable and cute, triggering all of his instinct all at once. Yet it was her comforting presence and genuine love- be it familial or in his own twisted mind, otherwise, that made him feel…

Happy.

He closed his eyes and softly leaned against Gwen’s head, this didn’t need to be complicated, he loved Gwen, that much was certain and that was enough.

More than enough.   

“I love you too.” The brief whisper from him earned a tightened embrace, their foreheads leaned against one another. The light of the room was then switched off, with two souls sharing a singular bed for warmth and comfort.