This story contains OC goodness. YAY! This was originally a story I wrote with someone else but I edited it and made it a little different. I don't own Ben 10 that belongs to Man of Action.

This was it, Albedo thought, this time he would make Ben Tennyson rue the day he stole the omnitrix. This plan was flawless and once he had the chance to complete it he would have the omnitrix not Ben Tennyson. If only he had the chance. Albedo had been avoiding a numerous number of fan girls who thought that he was really the superhero teen. He took a detour inside a local library. Here, he figured, Ben Tennyson would never be caught. Not in this world of education.

It was horrible. The ultimate betrayal. It was as if her hand had gone and killed itself, no worse, it had gone and fallen asleep! Izabel poked her right arm as the painful tingling sensation became more noticeable. She never really understood the body's habit of falling asleep. Well she understood the logic behind it: muscles left in one position will begin to cramp from the lack of movement. What she didn't understand was if the brain was such a powerful organ then why couldn't it block the pain one felt when one noticed that a body part had decided to take a little snooze?

In the tiny library study booth she began wiggling her arm around trying hard not to draw attention to her gasps of pain and weird body movements. She came to the library every Wednesday. Its salty smell of old books and old people became things she was comfortable with. Here among the pea green walls and dirt white bookshelves she felt like she could be everything and everyone. She had been trying to get through the last chapter of The Things They Carried when her arm had decided to fall asleep.

Barely moving her arm wasn't waking it up any faster. She looked around quickly and decided there was no one there to witness what she was about to do then she began to flail her arm around as if it were on fire. Maybe now her muscles would wake up!

Aledo ducked behind the aisles of books making sure no one saw him. He was not in the mood to get glomped by some overweight meat sack. He shuddered, no, not again. He turned around a corner and was hit in the face with a flying arm.

"Oh my God!" The shock from hitting someone returned her arm to wakefulness. "You…your…Your face just hit my arm!"

"Excuse me!" Albedo held onto his pathetic human nose that may or may not have been broken, "But I believe it was you who assaulted me!"

"Assaulted! I can call the cops on you buddy! Don't be trying to assault people in the library!"

"What? What is wrong with your infantile human brain? You are the one who struck me with your arm!"

"Yes well, your face should watch where it's going then." Izabel picked up her book and began walking away from the man she had clobbered with her arm.

"Wait! I think we can work out an arrangement. I won't…" Oh what was the commonly used human expression he was looking for? "I won't sue you if you agree to help me with a…project."

She turned back to him; she couldn't afford to lose any money, "What kind of project?"