Staking Claims
Disclaimer: I don't own Ben 10 and/or Ben 10: Alien Force and/or any and/or all concepts and/or characters. They are copyrighted to Man of Action and Cartoon Network Studios. I also don't own the brand-name of Lysol; that is trademarked to Reckitt Benckiser Inc. I am a mere Fanfiction author. With far too much time on her hands and no social life.
Rated: T
Part One: Scent Markers
"Whoa!" Ben yelped as he entered his cousin's room, pinching his nose, "What have you guys been doing in here?!"
"What're you talking about?" Gwen replied bemusedly.
"It stinks of Kevin!"
"What?!" she sniffed, drawing in lung-fuls of her bedroom's air, "No it doesn't…"
"Yeah it does!" Ben grabbed up a can of Lysol and began spraying it liberally, beginning to cough, "I have to get outta here." He dropped the can and ran out, with her in pursuit.
"What's wrong with you?" she demanded as they stood on the front porch.
"His smell was all over that room…" he gulped air.
"I get that but you hang around him all the time! What was different?!"
"I don't know! Okay?! I don't know! All I know is that that the moment I was in that room something was telling me to get out or something very bad was gonna happen. My life was flashing before my eyes!"
"Now you're exaggerating it."
"No I'm not! I'm being dead serious! What have you two been doing?!"
"Nothing! I swear! We just sit and talk, you know de-stress from life…"
"You have to have done something more than that, it smells like someone put his scent into a can and sprayed it all over your room!"
"Plumber's Honor, all we do is sit and talk."
"Do you have anything of his?"
"Some clothes he's left after I've bandaged him up after battles but that's all."
"I can't go back in there; something bad will happen…"
"You're being silly Ben—"
"No I'm not! My gut's telling me that I can't go back in there and I listen to my gut!"
She saw that he was really freaked out about this, and sighed, "Alright, we can talk out here."