FST pieces done. Finally.
The final pieces, inspired by When in Rome's-The Promise and Three Day's Grace's-Over and Over, respectively. Tomorrow I want to try starting where I left off on the episode drabbles. I was on...the season 3 finale of Alien Force, yes? "The Final Battle"?
Well, we'll see what I can do. I really missed writing Ben 10 stuff.
The Promise
He’s pretty sure he fucked up their first meeting after five years quite royally, what with the fighting and all; even though it was entirely justified by Kevin having thrown the first punch. And he’s pretty sure he keeps fucking it up with his glaring suspicion and snide remarks, which Gwen is only too happy to remind him. She sighs and coos, imagining a big gay wedding and a bunch of adopted nephews and nieces spending weekends at her place while insisting that, “Kevin’s changed, Ben.”
He wants to be closer to Kevin, and his mind, he says so with perfect clarity: I miss being your friend. I want to be more than that, too. I want to trust you again. I want you to like me. I want to show you how much I like you.
But, be it their harsh past or just that damnable teenage awkwardness, Ben can’t seem to look Kevin in the eye and tell him these things. Can I be close to you? warps into, “I’ll be watching you,” complete with suspicious glare. And when he steals a longing glance, it feels like he’s waiting for Kevin to make the wrong move.
He’s still not sure why Kevin’s sticking around, but it makes him hopeful. Just stay a little longer, he thinks, when each new day comes and Kevin is still there, fighting at his side. Just a little longer, and I promise I’ll be able to tell you.
Over and Over
He had a reason for following Ben all those years ago. Every time he looked at his twisted, monstrous excuse for a body, his blood boiled with rage and it drove him, again and again, to seek his vengeance. Vengeance, he told himself, I hate him.
He had a reason for seeking him out again, five years later, though he knew his boiling rage was gone. Didn’t mean the thought of Tennyson still didn’t royally piss him off. He just needed to get that out of his system; kick the guy’s ass a little and then he could get on with his life, and never have to think about Ben fucking Tennyson again.
He doesn’t have any reason to stay now, but he keeps making up excuses to do so anyway. They need me, he tells himself; or, Ben’s still a little shit, I should keep him in his place. All the while he ignores the fact that Ben’s smile does funny things to his stomach, or that he’d had a little too much fun bantering with the hero during their battle.
Every day it’s, Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll skip town and never look back; I don’t need to see him again.
But then Ben makes some snarky little remark or gives him a friendly nudge-something that reminds him of that one day all those years ago. The good parts of it, that is. The precious few hours of his life where he felt like he had someone there who understood him. That liked him. More excuses surface; Gwen’s pretty okay; maybe I’ll stick around for her. He shoves down the image of Ben’s happy face, and never crosses the city line.
And the next day it’s the same thing all over again. He promises himself that he’ll leave Bellwood-and-Ben behind. He promises it, while his heart flutters at the thought of staying at Ben’s side for just one more day.
Well, we'll see what I can do. I really missed writing Ben 10 stuff.
The Promise
He’s pretty sure he fucked up their first meeting after five years quite royally, what with the fighting and all; even though it was entirely justified by Kevin having thrown the first punch. And he’s pretty sure he keeps fucking it up with his glaring suspicion and snide remarks, which Gwen is only too happy to remind him. She sighs and coos, imagining a big gay wedding and a bunch of adopted nephews and nieces spending weekends at her place while insisting that, “Kevin’s changed, Ben.”
He wants to be closer to Kevin, and his mind, he says so with perfect clarity: I miss being your friend. I want to be more than that, too. I want to trust you again. I want you to like me. I want to show you how much I like you.
But, be it their harsh past or just that damnable teenage awkwardness, Ben can’t seem to look Kevin in the eye and tell him these things. Can I be close to you? warps into, “I’ll be watching you,” complete with suspicious glare. And when he steals a longing glance, it feels like he’s waiting for Kevin to make the wrong move.
He’s still not sure why Kevin’s sticking around, but it makes him hopeful. Just stay a little longer, he thinks, when each new day comes and Kevin is still there, fighting at his side. Just a little longer, and I promise I’ll be able to tell you.
Over and Over
He had a reason for following Ben all those years ago. Every time he looked at his twisted, monstrous excuse for a body, his blood boiled with rage and it drove him, again and again, to seek his vengeance. Vengeance, he told himself, I hate him.
He had a reason for seeking him out again, five years later, though he knew his boiling rage was gone. Didn’t mean the thought of Tennyson still didn’t royally piss him off. He just needed to get that out of his system; kick the guy’s ass a little and then he could get on with his life, and never have to think about Ben fucking Tennyson again.
He doesn’t have any reason to stay now, but he keeps making up excuses to do so anyway. They need me, he tells himself; or, Ben’s still a little shit, I should keep him in his place. All the while he ignores the fact that Ben’s smile does funny things to his stomach, or that he’d had a little too much fun bantering with the hero during their battle.
Every day it’s, Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll skip town and never look back; I don’t need to see him again.
But then Ben makes some snarky little remark or gives him a friendly nudge-something that reminds him of that one day all those years ago. The good parts of it, that is. The precious few hours of his life where he felt like he had someone there who understood him. That liked him. More excuses surface; Gwen’s pretty okay; maybe I’ll stick around for her. He shoves down the image of Ben’s happy face, and never crosses the city line.
And the next day it’s the same thing all over again. He promises himself that he’ll leave Bellwood-and-Ben behind. He promises it, while his heart flutters at the thought of staying at Ben’s side for just one more day.