A/N: Alright, so this fanfiction bunny has been running pretty rampant through my brain. Interludes was written after this story was sitting several chapters in on my computer, but I wasn't quite satisfied with the first chapter. Kevin as a main character in the original series. I hope to keep every episode of Ben 10 essentially intact, including adherence to the chronology of the original air date, even though that means the Ben fought off bad-guys nearly every day. Although for most chapters Kevin is the catalyst for change, in this one it's Grandpa Max.

Kevin 11

"Wow, this hotel has everything," Gwen was giddy as she looked over the hotel brochure, "indoor pool, full day spa."

"Now don't get used to it, it's only for one night," Grandpa Max smiled, it didn't sway Gwen's glee. Anything was better than barely five minutes of hot water, and sharing a bunk bed with an annoying cousin.

Ben had his arms crossed grumpily across his chest. Why did they have to stay in some stuffy hotel, here people gt paid to clean up after them, but he had to be on his best behavior anyway. There was absolutely nothing this place had to offer that... Ben's gaze rested on a bright orange banner and familiar red letters. He'd read online that the new Sumo Slammers video game was being tested at some upscale hotel chain, but he'd brushed it off as a rumor. Otherwise he would have been begging his Grandpa to go to a hotel as much as Gwen had. This was just Ben Tennyson luck. "The new Sumo Slammers video game is in there," he raced towards the room, velvet rope calling his name.

A beefy hand blocked the entrance, "VIPs only."

Dropping his shoulders Ben made his way back to his cousin and grandfather, but kept his eyes trained to the velvet rope. Max knew that face, and knew his grandson, leaving him to his own devices was just asking for trouble, especially since one of those devices was a DNA altering wristwatch."I saw an arcade down the street, how about you and Gwen go have some fun while I get this stuff upstairs."

"Sounds good to me," Gwen smiled, accepting the unspoken request to keep her cousin out of trouble.

"I guess an outdated Sumo Slammers is better than nothing," Ben scuffed his feet on the carpet while Gwen got token money from Grandpa Max.

"Come on Ben," Gwen pulled him along before a hotel worker could see the number he was doing on the carpets.

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The token machine rattled, Gwen divided the output neatly in half before handing any to Ben. "So what are you going to play?" she asked while quietly hoping for something two-player.

"I dunno," Ben looked around the arcade, determined to be unimpressed. "Hey, that one has a bat," although his resolve had never been one to brag about. Scampering up to the machine an inserting some tokens Ben ignored his cousin saddling up behind to watch him. The digital pitcher threw a ball, Ben tightened his grip on the plastic bat with a grin and then the screen flashed the two words dreaded by every gamer. "Game over, but it just started!" Ben turned to Gwen, "It should be three strikes! Everyone knows that baseball is three strikes! I was letting the first one through to see when I should swing!"

"Don't have a cow, Ben. I'll get someone to sort this out."

"Don't bother," a cold voice cut into the Tennyson's conversation, "the games here are programmed to be a rip-off." He was pale, leaning against another game just a few steps away. Dark unkempt hair hung down to his shoulders, his clothes were baggy and ripped. Who did he think he was interrupting other people's conversations?

"Someone should sue them," Gwen crossed her arms, surprisingly getting a chuckle from the strange boy, which only made Gwen more suspicious.

"This place bites," Ben kicked the arcade game.

"Well then, let me help you out," the pale kid walked over, he barely touched the baseball game when tokens came pouring out, flooding the floor.

"Whoa," Ben's eyes widened like saucers, "That was awesome! How'd you do that?"

"What can I say, I've got skills," one of which was avoiding answering questions.

Ben practically dove into the token pile, as Gwen frowned, "What do you think you're doing? You can't take those."

"If this place doesn't want to do honest business I don't see why we should have to," Ben countered before turning his attention to their pale onlooker, "I'm Ben."

"Kevin," he leaned back up against a machine, tossing a smirk at Gwen.

Rage bubbled inside the redhead. He was mocking her. They'd known each other for all of five seconds and he was rubbing her face in the fact that Ben had taken his side.

"Do you like air-hockey?" Ben asked.

"Sure," Kevin shrugged, "mind you the tables here want a token for every point."

"What a jip," Ben said following Kevin like a trained puppy.

Gwen groaned with frustration, turning in Kevin would mean she'd have to rat out Ben at the same time. "Mind if I watch you guys play?" Gwen asked unenthusiastically, this was what she got for tagging along in the first place.

"Just stay out of the way," Ben said, as Gwen leaned on the edge of the table, "First person to three points wins."

"Man, your girlfriend is clingy," Kevin said and Ben and Gwen froze up. It was only the loud clunk of the puck sliding into Ben's goal zone that brought the pair back to reality.

"Uh gross," Ben yelled.

"That's disgusting," Gwen recoiled.

"She/he is not my girl/boyfriend!" they spoke simultaneously, pointing accusing fingers.

"Gwen is just my dweeb of a cousin," Ben grimaced and grabbed the puck, "and you'd better be ready for a major butt kicking." He slapped the puck with fury, but it slid to a stop on Kevin's end.

"I'm shaking," Kevin said nonchalantly before slapping the puck back to Ben's end of the table. In fact the puck seemed to consistently slow down near Kevin's end, resulting in an easy three-nothing victory.

"Ready for round two?" Kevin asked smugly.

"Is there something wrong with the table?" Ben asked.

"I didn't notice anything," Kevin shrugged.

"You should switch sides," Gwen said, challenging Kevin with the smug look on her face.

"Sounds good to me," Ben bent over to put in more coins, while Kevin shot a scathing glance at Gwen.

"I'm still going to wipe the floor with you," Kevin bragged and took the other side.

Three-nothing win for Kevin.

"It keeps slowing down on your side," Ben complained.

"But we switched sides; maybe you're just not as strong as you think."

"You wanna see strong?" Ben smiled slightly, reaching for his watch.

"Benjamin," a strong voice filled Ben's ears, Grandpa Max was standing there, very aware what Ben had been about to do.

"Hi Grandpa," Ben smiled innocently.

"I see you've made a friend," he held out his hand, "I'm Max Tennyson."

"Uh, I'm Kevin," the boy was rigid, and obviously a little intimidated with the prospect of a handshake.

Max withdrew his hand, unshaken, when Gwen touched his arm, "Hey, Grandpa there's a snack bar over there, can you get me a drink?"

"If they have slushy I'll take a little of everything," Ben piped.

"How about you Kevin?" Max looked at the pale youth, "My treat."

"Cola… I guess."

Gwen pulled Max along; glancing back and watching Kevin visibly relax. "There's something weird going on here, Grandpa," Gwen started explaining as they got out of earshot.

"This machine looks pretty old, could be a loose wire," Kevin frowned.

"Should we try another table?"

Kevin kicked the hockey table, "One more game, if it still misbehaves we'll play something else."

"Alright," Ben put in more tokens and grabbed his paddle.

Ben scored the first goal, the puck sliding past Kevin.

"Told you it was the table," Ben pumped his fist.

Kevin tightened his grip on his paddle, before sending the puck rocketing back, Ben barely blocked, but the puck slowed to a stop on Kevin's side before he slammed it again. Kevin was making his third goal in a row when Gwen and Grandpa Max were returning.

"Here you go boys," Grandpa Max put down the tray with two tall drinks and a couple plates of nachos.

"Hey, Nachos, thanks Grandpa," Ben eagerly chomped down the food which was a joyfully normal change from the usual menu of insects and organs.

"I have a few calls to make, so I'm going to relax over at the snack bar," Max smiled warmly before leaving.

Kevin frowned, watching Max Tennyson leave, with suspicion in his brown eyes. "What's wrong with you? Don't like nachos?" Gwen asked, watching Kevin suspiciously herself.

"Nachos are fine," Kevin countered darkly, stuffing a few in his face as proof.

"Alright, so the air hockey table is busted, so what are we gonna do now?"

"Any two player racing games?" Gwen folded her arms behind her back.

"You won't be able to beat me, Gwen, even if you got a week to practice," Ben said smugly, catching a glare from Gwen.

"Ooo, I'm detecting a grudge match," Kevin glanced between them, "I call the winner."

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"That freak is gonna pay," a teen with a blue Mohawk walked with three friends. All of them were dressed way older than they looked, tattoos and piercing scaring away half the arcade. None of them paid any notice to the man at the courtesy phone.

"When I find Kevin, I'm gonna mess him up so bad," they passed by the juice bar oblivious to the set of eyes that watched them.

"Split up, I don't want him getting away," one of them ordered, singling himself out as the leader.

"I'll call you back," Grandpa Max put down the receiver.

Over at the racing games Ben got in second, Gwen was in fourth. "Shut up Ben."

"I didn't say anything," he smiled smugly, "time to show me what you got, Kevin."

Kevin smiled, about to take the seat when he noticed two of the young gang coming around the corner. "I have to go," he replied, turning and walking away quickly.

Gwen and Ben both noted the two tough looking boys that pushed past in the same direction as Kevin left. "Something tells me they're not here to play video games," Gwen said softly.

"Come on," Ben grabbed his cousin's arm.

Kevin was just in sight of the door when the two other boys came around the corner, "Where are you going, freak?"

The two he'd first spotted came up behind him, blocking any conventional escape route. "Hey guys," Kevin said smoothly, "Did you like the remodelling I did on your hangout?"

"Don't talk so tough, you can't take us on alone," one of his former friends spat.

"Who says he's alone?" Ben yelled, pulling away from Gwen to help out.

"Since when do you have anything like friends, freak?" the one with the Mohawk asked.

"Stay out of it kid," the gang's leader spat.

"Let Kevin go," Ben warned.

The biggest of the teenagers stepped towards them, cracking his knuckles. Ben reached for his watch as a fist hurtled towards his face, and was blocked by a slender arm. "Go get Grandpa," Gwen hissed. Ben's fists tightened, but he stepped away. Gwen took a basic karate stance, but it broke when she ducked under the next punch with a squeak.

Ben slipped away, but the snack bar was empty, "No Grandpa… I think it's hero time, those four bully are about to meet Fourarms," Ben twisted the watch, slamming down the face, but he could tell by feel, "Upgrade… stupid watch, can't you just do what I want you to?"

"I have a problem with little girls thinking they can take me and my boys on," the gang leader sneered, leaving Kevin pinned by his 'boys' and turning his attention to Gwen.

"What about old men thinking they can take you on?" Grandpa Max stepped forward and pulled Gwen behind him protectively.

"If you want to help the freak, be my guest, it's your funeral. Get the old man!"

Kevin glared, blue sparks flying across his arms. "Don't," Max said sternly, locking eyes with him between blocking punches. The thugs were completely ignoring Kevin now, focussing their attention on Grandpa Max.

"Come on old man, don't keep blocking all day," one of the bullies taunted, "we're just playing."

"Game over," Ben's electronic voice reverberated from a whack-a-mole machine before the rubber mallet swung out and bashed the closest goon in the nose.

"What the-?" their leader looked over as the arcade game came to life.

"It's my turn to play whack-a-mole, guess who gets to be the mole?" Upgrade shot a mole into his face like a missile, making the bully scream if not doing much physical damage. Then Upgrade peeled away from the machine to pick up the loose mole, "I believe this is mine." More screams and all four of the bullies ran off.

Kevin cracked a smile, "Way to go Ben."

"Oh… uh… I'm not Ben, I'm Upgrade, who is this Ben you speak of?"

"Ben is this awesome guy who just saved my butt," Kevin smiled wider, "Your voice is still the same and your Grandpa is smiling."

"Grandpa?" Upgrade turned, and remarkably received a nod.

"High five!" Kevin lifted his arm.

"High five!" Upgrade slapped the open palm, sending both flying to opposite ends of the room in a flash of blue sparks.

"Ben!" Gwen and Grandpa called simultaneously as the watch timed out.

"What just happened?" Ben sat up, looking across at where Kevin was similarly situated "Are you okay Kevin?"

"Yeah, I'm cool," he lifted his arm but didn't get up.

"Short circuit, I guess that's what happens when you combine a electric charged eleven year old with a living metal ten year old," Grandpa Max let Gwen help Ben up as he went over to Kevin. Once again Kevin shunned the offered hand, standing up under his own effort. "Maybe we should get back to the hotel, I can check you boys over for electrical burns."

"Maybe you keep my secrets and I'll keep yours, no one needs to know," Kevin said darkly.

"And no one needs to know that I checked you for electric burns, but someone will know if I check here," Grandpa Max countered and Kevin let out a resigned sigh.

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"So why do you have doctor-thingie?" Ben asked, staring at the stethoscope pressed against his bare chest.

"It's a stethoscope Ben, got it from a doctor friend of mine. Well looks like you're both fine," Max put away his first aid kit while Ben and Kevin pulled their shirts back on.

"Great, and now I'll be going," Kevin replied.

"Not so fast Kevin, I'd like to talk to you about your powers," Grandpa Max said.

"What about them?" Kevin was clearly unsettled.

"The way you're using them is making you sick."

"No they're not," Kevin shot up defensively, his fists sparking.

"Whoa, Kevin calm down," Ben tried.

"You've been living off electricity for almost three months. When was the last time you actually felt hungry? When was the last time you slept?" Max asked with some force in his voice.

"You don't know anything," Kevin shot back, but his voice wavered.

"I knew your father."

"Harvey doesn't know squat."

"Devin was my partner for many years," this statement made Kevin flinch, "I know how your powers work, and I can teach you how to use them as well." The sparks faded, Kevin stared up at Grandpa Max letting his arms fall limply to his sides, and then the old man offered his hand again, "Do you want to learn?"

Kevin looked at the hand his gaze hardening again. If I get stronger, then no one will mess with me… "Fine," Kevin replied, but didn't shake the hand.

"If you're going to learn, then the first thing you need to do is get the electricity out of your system."

"I want to become stronger, not weaker!" Kevin snapped.

"Just let him explain, I'm sure he's got a good reason, right Grandpa?" Ben intervened.

"Sit down Kevin," Grandpa Max said calmly, waiting until the teen was no longer sparking at the fingertips. "Imagine that the energy you take in is like different kinds of food. Electricity is kind of like sugar. It can give you a quick burst of energy, but it just fills you up without providing any real nutrition. Electricity may be easy, but it's actually making you weaker because your body isn't producing energy itself."

"Plus it would probably help if I could go Upgrade without going haywire."

"Makes sense," Kevin said begrudgingly. "So I just have to get rid of all the electricity I built up, right?"

"Right," Grandpa Max replied with a smile. Kevin leapt of the bed where he sat and next to the light socket, grounding prongs used to contain power surges. "Kevin, wait," Grandpa Max called when he realized what Kevin was about to do, but it was too late.

The crack of electricity was audible.

Kevin was shaking. Gasping.

"Grandpa?" Ben's voice wavered.

"Diamondhead, now!" Ben didn't ask questions. After a flash of green he pulled Kevin away from the outlet. Slowly Kevin turned into the same sort of rock as Diamondhead but he was also completely unconscious. Ben could feel the panic rising in him until he heard Grandpa Max sigh with relief.

"What just happened?" Diamondhead asked.

"Put him down on the bed, he'll be alright. If he would have just sat and listened I'd have given him better instructions. Of all the dumb stunts, how much of those nachos did he manage to eat?"

"Maybe half the basket, why do you ask? And why Diamondhead?"

"Weren't you paying attention, the kid hasn't eaten properly in a month," Grandpa Max gave Kevin a quick look over. "Unconscious, but as long as he's made of that rock then he's alive, solid matter, like Diamondhead is made of are good stabilizers for his powers."

"Okay, now seriously Grandpa, quit dodging, what happened?"

"Maybe I underplayed the energy, comparing his powers to food, it's more like drugs," Diamondhead's yellow eyes widened. "He went into withdrawal, survival instincts grabbed onto the energy from you, we're lucky, if he had reached back into the electrical socket it would've been hell getting him to let go of it a second time."

Diamondhead felt almost sick to his stomach, Grandpa Max never swore, "How long do you he'll be asleep?"

"I can't be sure, can't tell how much damage he's done to himself until he's back to normal."

"So you knew his dad?"

"Gwen told me what Kevin did at the arcade; some simple mechanics told me it was power surges. I knew Devin had a son named Kevin, family resemblance prompted me to make a phone call. He ran away from home three months ago, after a fight with his step-father."

"Sounds like he's had it rough," Diamondhead sighed and turned on the television. "I'll keep an eye on him. You can go join Gwen at the spa. I'll call if something happens."

"It's alright I can stay."

"I'm still alien hero, and I saw that face you made when Gwen ran off."

"Thanks Ben. God knows I need it, kid nearly gave me a heart attack."

Life went on strangely normal, Ben watched Sumo Slammers, and ate chips until Gwen and Grandpa Max returned. They ordered room service instead of going down, Gwen had salad, Ben had chicken fingers, and Grandpa had escargot, while his grandkids made disgusted faces. Then Ben and Gwen went down to the pool while Grandpa Max stayed in the hotel room. Kevin's skin was back to normal by the time they got back from the pool. He was still asleep though, and pretty soon everyone else was sleeping too.

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Ben's yawn was huge, despite Grandpa Max's snoring it was probably the best sleep he'd had all summer, having a big bed all to himself. Pausing Ben looked at the empty space beside him. He had been sharing the bed with Kevin. "Grandpa, wake up!" he jumped out of bed, shaking the old man.

"Huh? What is it Ben?"

"Kevin's awake."

"Oh, that's good."

"No, I mean he's missing."

Grandpa Max lurched to his feet, and looked at the empty bed; the bathroom was dark, so no Kevin there, "Get dressed."

"Mmm? What's with the ruckus?" Gwen turned over, waking up.

"We're going to look for Kevin," Ben said.

"Alright, give me a minute."

"No Gwen, you stay here, pack up for us," Grandpa Max told her.

Gwen crossed her arms with a huff and watched the boys leave. "Typical," she slumped against the closet door before a small noise caught her attention, a pathetic whimper from the dark bathroom.

"Kevin?" Gwen asked softly, "Please tell me that it's you in there, because I don't want to know if a total stranger snuck into the hotel room."

"It's me," Kevin replied quietly.

"Why are you in the bathroom with the lights off?" No reply. "Why didn't you stop Grandpa and Ben from running out after you?" No reply. "Are you crying?"

"No! Sh-shut up!" he stuttered.

"Should I call Grandpa and Ben back, or do you need a while?"

"Do whatever, I don't care!"

Gwen fished out her cell and made the call, "Hey Grandpa… I found Kevin… Yeah… See you soon." Then she sat in front of the closet again. "They're on their way back, Grandpa sounded relieved." Silence. "Look, I told Grandpa about you, and that's what started this whole thing. Ben thinks you're awesome and Grandpa just wants to help. If you're going to be angry at someone you should be angry with me."

Silence. Gwen gave up and went back to packing.

Grandpa Max opened the door, and Gwen quietly pointed at the bathroom door, "I'll let you guys figure everything out, I'm gonna start taking the luggage downstairs."

"Thanks Gwen," Grandpa Max patted her shoulder.

"Hey Kevin, why are you in the bathroom with the lights off?" Ben poked his head in and turned on the light, Kevin crawled out from under the sink, his eyes cold. "Okay… what were you doing under the sink?"

"I'm leaving," Kevin said, opening the bathroom door and walking past Ben, reaching for the hotel door, just as it closed behind Gwen.

"You don't want to learn?" Grandpa Max asked.

"I've learned enough, I'm never using my powers again."

"Kevin," Ben protested.

"I was going to kill them," Kevin snapped, "the power messed with my head, I would've killed them, and… when I came up here yesterday I was planning to kill you too."

Suddenly the hotel room's phone rang, "We're not done talking about this," Max said quickly before he grabbed the phone.

"I turn into ten alien heroes, but Gwen can tell you how much I've screwed up with them," Ben insisted, "It doesn't make me a badguy anymore than your powers make you a badguy."

"If you hurt her I'll-" Grandpa Max actually growled at the phone, before turning back, "they took Gwen."

"What?" Ben whirled around, "Who?"

"Those punks from yesterday, get your stuff together, Ben, we're going after her."

"I'm guessing they wanted me in exchange for her," Kevin said coldly clenching his fists.

"We're not just going to hand you over," Ben said forcefully.

"They're hangout is under the 39th Street Bridge, that's where they'll take her…" Kevin dropped his gaze away.

"Alright then, let's move out," Grandpa Max grabbed the remaining luggage and headed for the door.

"Why are these guys after you?" Ben asked Kevin with a frown.

"I used to hang out with them. I used my powers to help them steal they ditched me. So I trashed their hangout and took all their stuff," Kevin glared a hole in the wall, not looking at Ben as he spoke.

"Which is why you're going to wait in the RV, while Ben and I get Gwen back," Grandpa Max said authoritatively, heading into the elevator where he couldn't see Kevin's fists tighten.

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"Let me go you creeps," Gwen struggled against the two boys that were pinning her arms behind her back.

"Do you think Kevin will show up?" one of the thugs turned to his leader.

"Kevin's a chicken, he'll run," he snarled, "but we owe these guys a beating for interrupting our fight with Kevin."

"You'll be sorry once my Grandpa and dufus cousin get here; you have no idea what you're up against," Gwen yelled at them.

"Someone shut her up!" he yelled, and one of the gang pulled out some duct tape.

"I know she can be annoying, but that's no way to treat a girl," Fourarms growled, grabbing the two thugs that were holding Gwen and knocking their heads against each other's.

"Gwen, over here," Grandpa Max waved, and Gwen raced away from her captors.

"Damn freaks," the gang's leader spat, "you're gonna pay."

"I'm the one you want, Wes," Kevin yelled at the other side of the bridge, with his old gang between him and the Tennysons.

"Kevin, what are you doing?" Fourarms asked.

"Come and get me," Kevin yelled, as the fallen gang members were coming around.

"Leave him alone, you've got bigger problems, me," Fourarms raged and stepped forward, just as the watch blinked out, and he turned back into plain in old Ben. "Oh man."

"You're that kid from the arcade," Wes growled.

"Ben run," Grandpa Max yelled.

"Stay away from him," Kevin jumped Wes. Ben ran behind Grandpa Max twisting at the watch frantically. The other gang members pried Kevin off of their leader by the legs. Face first into the cement. Kevin thrashed. He spotting the old generator they used for power. For a second there was nothing else there. Nothing but a generator and the pavement. Kevin forced himself to look the other direction, just as a boot came down on his back. He gasped. The wind was literally knocked out of him.

That particular thug was knocked to the ground by Max's heavy punch, but it meant the gang changed targets completely. "No, leave them alone," Kevin gasped before he started coughing.

"Kevin!" Ben Tennyson's voice was loud and clear. All the other noise drowned out, "Absorb the cement!"

Kevin looked at the pavement he'd been face planting with. He was trembling even thinking of using his powers. He'd been nuts. Looking back on it he could tell he hadn't been thinking straight with even a little electricity. Using the cement he was walking in blind…

Grandpa Max was pinned, between fighting off four kids who he was doing his best not to hurt. Gwen was after the big one, like a fly attacking a horse. Ben was useless with the watch not working right.

A pavement fist hit Wes. Grandpa Max's right arm was free. After a healthy right hook from the old man, the gang ran off.

Kevin groaned, the pavement of his hand turning back into flesh. It wasn't like electricity. It was heavy. Pound for pound, Kevin had to lift it.

Ben and Gwen clung to their Grandfather's side. Even with all the arguing, they were still close.

Kevin hung his head and turned away.

"My offer still stands you know," Max called.

Kevin had stopped walking, but he couldn't bring himself to turn back. "I'm just a freak. My own mother doesn't want me around.

"I'm a freak, my own mother doesn't want me around." Kevin was shaking now. "Can't you losers take the hint?"

"Kevin," Grandpa Max put his hand on the boy's shoulder, "your mother has been worried sick about you. She was crying when I called her. If you really want I can probably get a hold of the missing person's report she filed too. No one kicked you out, even though it may have seemed that way. They didn't mean to hurt you. You have a home and parents that care for you whenever you're ready to see them. If you're not ready that's okay. Even if you would rather stay out here and make your own way in the world that's okay too. It's your choice Kevin. And if you want to learn about your powers and about your father, then you can go along with the official statement and spend some time in an RV with your Godfather."

Now Kevin whirled around, his brown eyes wide, still shaking like a leaf. Ben was wiggling and fidgeting, waiting for Kevin's answer. Gwen was watching from the corner of her eye, pretending not to care.

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The front door of the apartment opened. "Kevin?" the dark haired woman bent down and enveloped the boy, in tears.

"Hi Mom," Kevin sheepishly squeaked. "I… I just… stopped by, to grab some clothes… and…" Kevin gave in, burying his tear streaked face into her shoulder.

Gwen and Ben watched from the RV while Grandpa Max went in to talk. "So, does this mean Kevin is going to be your sidekick or something lame like that?"

"I dunno, maybe," Ben shrugged, "It's totally awesome that he's coming along though."

"Easy for you to say, now I'll have to put up with two super-powered hot-heads."

A backpack and a suitcase, everyone climbed into the rust-bucket.

"Hey Kevin, I haven't told you about how I got the watch."

"He made a complete fool of himself," Gwen interjected.

"So we were camping in the woods, and I saw a meteorite fall to the ground, and the first time I turned into Heatblast, who's this awesome flame alien. Here I'll show you."

"He started a forest fire."

"Grey Matter? Aw man."

A/N: The end. I hope you all enjoyed it, reviews would be greatly appreciated. A Small Problem will be the next episode, although the timing jump is addressed in the chapter, just because I needed something before The Alliance to establish the dynamics between the group now that Kevin is a part of it. So until my next foray into Ben10, adieu.