(A/N) Yeah, I know you're already... impatient. Yeah.... writer's block bunnies are attacking me and some plot bunnies are pinning me down, begging me to do this already. I'm sure you all understand... (gets tomatoes at face) Yeah. You do.

Anyway... on with this, and now it's under Fusion Fall. A game I got hitched in. Blah. So there.

....gaia09....

My apologies.

Chapter One:

Ben

"Dang it!" he cursed. "Why does Numbuh 5 even want me here?!" Being the ten year old that he was, he was whiny, irresponsible and has a knack of hating work. He stopped, looked up, panting. He felt his own sweat wet the back of his shirt. Small beads were falling at the sides of his face. He could feel the cold chilly air around him somewhat slowly suffocating him.

He found his hand going to his right ear, pressing a button and began speaking. "Numbuh 5! When am I gonna get out of here?" he said in his usual whiny tone. He was impatient. Too impatient.

"When you find the Fusion Ben and stop it!" came a buzzy, crisp noise from his earpiece. Ben sighed in exasperation then groaned impatiently. "Don't whine you little kid!"

"Fine!" Ben said. He raked his brown hair and began running. "This is going to be a long night... Why couldn't you have just given me the coordinates?"

He heard Numbuh 5 sigh in her mic. "As Numbuh 2 said, the tracking device is broken."

Ben scoffed. "You could've asked for Dexter's help."

"I could fix it by myself, thank you!" he heard Numuh 2's proud statement on his earpiece.

He was about to make another rather sassy statement to the two KND cooperatives when he heard a high pitched scream just about the corner. "Hold up, I think I found him" he said through his mic.

"Roger that. Good luck, Benjamin"

He ran through the dark alley just where he heard the scream. "I hope my Fusion partner's ready 'cause he's gonna get the greatest butt-kicking of his Fusion life," he smirked. He looked at his left hand and fixed his gazed at the very particular watch that sat proudly on his wrist. He clicked on a button as a little pillar-like button had come up. He began picking from his aliens and when he had found the right alien, he slammed the button back as a green light enveloped him.

He screamed.

He sat up on his bed, looking all sweaty and stuff. His brown hair was soaked in his own perspiration and so was his black shirt. Ben, the now responsible, less-whiney, and more hardworking fifteen year old Ben, sat up on his bed. He raked through his wet hair and panted as if he's own life depended on it. (No duh!)

"I don't even want to remember it," he groaned, taking his head by his now cold clammy hands.

"Ben?"

He took a deep breath before he could notice a familiar red-head entering his room. Light began to pour in the cold dark room as a shadow overlapped his tired figure.

"Ben," the red-head had said. "Are you alright? I was coming here to see you but I heard screaming."

Ben sighed. "I'm fine Gwen."

Gwen sat down beside his confused figure. Gwen had also grown in a matter of five years. She grew her hair to her waist and grew more intellectually mature and fit.

"Well," she began, crossing her arms. "The meeting's going to be ready in a matter of minutes," she looked at her cousin, sweaty and tired, and continued. "You better get there quick. Mandy's not--"

"Yeah, yeah I know" Ben butted in. "Mandy's not a patient person." Gwen stood up, still arms crossed and looked at Ben who was getting up. "I'll be out in a minute."

Gwen smiled a small smile and headed to the automatic sliding door. Before she could leave, she took a glance at her cousin.

"I'm beginning to worry about you, Ben..."

Ben only continued to take off his black shirt and look for another one.

"You're acting pretty awkward these days." With her final statement, she stepped out.

The room was once again basked in darkness. Ben headed towards the bathroom, topless and all, and looked at the mirror. He looked at himself. His face was beginning to shape and his shoulders broader. He observed himself but a searing pain in his head had disrupted his observation.

"You know that you're not supposed to be here. You're too young to be here."

"I...I'm sorry..."

Ben groaned. If his body only worked like the Omnitrix, man oh man would he come up to Dexter and asked for a check-up. Well, at least he wished it so he could stop it once and for all. He turned the faucet knob as cold water fell from the faucet. He cupped for water, and splashed his face a lot of times to stop the searing pain. His hand then led itself to the towels. He grabbed it hastily and rubbed his face dry.

When he came into the room again, he took a clean shirt and hastily put it on. He didn't have the time to properly groom himself since he knew well, very well at the least, that Mandy wasn't a big fan of patience. Obviously, she hasn't heard that patience is, and always has been, a virtue. He just grabbed his usual green jacket and headed to the door.

"Hey Ben!"

"Good afternoon Ben!"

"'Sup Ben?"

Those were the first three greetings that his ears picked up. And those voices were obvious to him and it was obvious that it belonged to the well-known girl group of the team, The Powerpuff Girls.

"Afternoon?" Ben had questioned himself. Even if he did have a watch, it wasn't your usual everyday watch. "Wow, I must've had a very long sleep..."

"Hey Ben!" Ben snapped out of his trance to find himself facing the toughest girl Earth has ever known (well, somebody had said it to him). Buttercup was hovering three feet away from him, wearing her usual frown. "Are you going to get your butt into that meeting or what?" Buttercup snapped.

"Yeah, I'm getting there," Ben snapped back, his tone obvious of the whining manner.

"Ok.." Buttercup said, as she flew away, leaving a bright green streak on the path she took.

"BUT I'M TELLING YOU, YOU'LL BE SORRY IF YOU'RE LATE!!" came an echo of Buttercup's voice.

Ben began making a promise to himself that he won't be late for any meeting, seeing that he was late for the past meetings held. No one liked Mandy when she was mad.

He squeezed himself through the large crowd that formed at the meeting hall. He had bumped into several people familiar to him and most of then shot back at him. He was busy doing some squeezing when...

"Tennyson!" Ben had looked up to the platform to see an angry Mandy. A very angry Mandy.

"You're late!"

So.... how was that for a first? Soooo... anyway, comment and please do some corrections when needed. Don't flame please.