Hey guys,

I'm pretty proud. Giving you another story. This one is pretty good, I do say so myself. It's pretty original. c: I thought of it when walking back home and here I am finishing the first chapter in a night. It was tiring. But hey it's Friday... Well, technically Saturday (It's 1:24am) but, still a Friday to me.

I hope you guys would like this cause I'm excited to write it. 8'D

Oh, and giving you a little spoiler, this story is pretty sad.

AND! If you're wondering why I have myself reviewing myself, that's not me. That's my mum; yeah she reads my stories. u/n/u I didn't notice until now. She must have reviewed it on my iPad with my account logged in.

Disclaimer: Nope. Don't own them.

Usually when Gwen was out in another country or city, or universe; whatever. A small crowd- mostly girls- would ask her a few questions when she was eating by herself in a restaurant, their questions would usually be like, "Hey, aren't you Gwen Tennyson?" ; "You're related to Benjamin Tennyson, right?" ; "Isn't Kevin Levin your husband?" ; "How's he really like? As a husband, I mean." And if it were guy crowds, they'd probably tell her that she was really pretty and stuff like that. The attention was still there, the trio were after inter-galaxy known for what they have done.

Gwen hardly saw Kevin, he was on some other post somewhere but they still communicated with each other, everyday. Whether it was calls or holographic meetings, they still talked, for hours in fact. They were still head over heels for each other. He would also come see her, every time he could. Maybe stay with her for a week or two if he was lucky enough.

The girls would smile sheepishly and with their shy giggles, probably fans for Kevin's looks. Gwen wouldn't really mind the fans, Kevin has been always known as the hunky one in their team. She would smile and tell them the same thing over and over again, "Well, his name is Kevin Ethan Levin, and he's my husband. He's a jerk in most ways but deep down, he really cares for people. Well as you are all familiar with, he's a Plumber like Ben and I..."

He stick by the rules, always.

"I thought you cared about the Laws, Levin?" said a man who was wearing a nice suit; he also had a silver steel briefcase in a hand. He was also wearing black shades, his eyes were hidden. He was tall and well built and he was also making his way to where a another tall male stood.

"Don't play with me, John." the other male said, he was also known simply as Kevin Levin. "I don't have time for your games right now." Kevin's obsidian pools were threatening and intimidating as if daring that John guy to say another word. "You owe me a lot, Johnny boy. It's high-time you pay up."

"Alright, alright." John said, handing over the briefcase. Levin accepted in happily and clicked it open to check, he smiled widely to himself, staring at the shimmering stones in bliss. "Yeah, this should put you off your debt. Nice working with you." Kevin said almost idly, shut the briefcase and walked away.

Even though he fights crime, he doesn't do it with violence.

A silhouette of what it seemed to be a male was running away, jumping over trashcans, very careful not to trip. He was sweating, a lot and was already starting to run out of breath. He snuck a peek over his shoulders, no one was there. He slowed down, allowing himself to catch a breath. That was close.

He leaned up against the brick wall, panting more. Too close. He closed his eyes a little but they immediately shot open when he felt a strong punch colliding into his face. He fell down with a pathetic cry of pain. The pain on his cheek stung, he rubbed it slightly for comfort; his vision flew to where the punch came from. His eyes widen. Oh no, he caught me.

A kick in the stomach made him moaned, "Argh, what the fuck, Kevin?" blurted out a little bravely, "Ahhh, I just had my dinner."

Kevin smirked slightly in amusement, hurting people was amusing. "Dinner, huh? Trying to buy back that slut? Or just wasting away your money on other women? Money that you could pay me back with."

"It's not like that man, I said I'd pay you back." He sat up slowly, clutching his stomach.

"You motherfucking son of a bitch," the black onyx-headed man hissed, pulling up the body of the male by his shirt collar. His face was swollen with bruises and cuts, both his eyes were black already and probably some of his teeth had fallen out. He looked miserable but the fear in his blacken eyes couldn't be missed, "By selling me out like that? You low life, no wonder that slut you called you wife left you." Kevin cupped the man's cheeks in a firm grip, "Now, answer me. When will you pay up?"

When Kevin didn't get an answer he threw the convict to a wall. The convict slammed into it with a hard thud and fall lamely on the ground, he was hardly moving but still let out a weak groan. "I said," Kevin repeated to the man, "When will you pay up?"

The man let out a soft whimper when he felt someone's heavy foot on his head, he was so close to peeing his pants. "As soon as I get paid," he whispered softly, hoping the guy stepping on him would take pity, "I'm sorry... As soon as I get paid, I'll pay you back."

"That's what you told me last time, you piece of shit." Kevin sneered, pressing down on his head. "Y'know what? I'm sure your life would pay up your debts. I'll accept it generously, you're lucky that I accept a low-life like you."

The man couldn't reply anymore because Kevin had pushed down harder, "Dammit." The Osmosian cursed, "His disgusting blood is all over my shoe."

He's short-tempered, I know, but he tries his best to never pick up a fight.

Kevin was leaning against the wall of some alley. It didn't matter what alley it was, it was all the same. Dark, filled with trash and murky water puddles, but Kevin wasn't going to let those little factors enjoy himself. He was drinking, some kind of alcoholic drink, rarest in any of the universe. They were hard to get and very pricy, having a bottle was already considered lucky. Kevin had a whole bunch, one of his 'friends' got shared some cause Kevin was such a good pal. They were also slightly drunk, they were already slurping down the fifth bottle.

"So," his friend said casually, trying to start a conversation. He thought the atmosphere was getting kind of quiet, "I heard you know that Tennyson guy." Kevin shrugged as if it was nothing at all; he wasn't very fond of the Tennyson male. Sure, they had been through a lot but the relationship died away and was soon filled by a little hatred. Kevin begrudged Ben always had the easy and perfect life, yet he hadn't treasure it a single bit. The thought of it disgusted and offended Kevin.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Well, it's not the Tennyson guy I'm really interested in." His friend chuckled, "I find the female Tennyson more... How you say, arousing." Kevin raised an eyebrow, the guy caught his attention. "I've seen her a couple of times," the male explained a little proudly, "She's smokin' hot. Like seriously, really pretty and like, great body."

"I'd do her any day. Anytime, anywhere. Say, Levin, you know the girl, right? I've heard you dated her even. Have you done her? That must have been nice, fucking a beauty like that. Mmmm, I could imagine." Kevin threw the glass bottle to the opposite wall where he was leaning at. The bottle flew across gracefully then burst into pieces once it collided with the wall with fluid spitting out at the same time.

"What was that for dood? If you didn't want it, you could have given it to me. That shit cost a lot." Kevin ignored him and stood up straight, this made his friend noticed the sudden anger in him. "What's up man, did I say something?" his friend asked a little concerned, he didn't want to be beaten up.

"That's my wife, you're talking about." Answered Kevin simply as he made his way to where his friend was leaning at. "So tell me, in the face or the gut? I'll let you choose, this time."

His friend gulped, this wasn't going to be pretty. "The gut, please?"

We don't get to see each other much but he never cheats on me.

This was true; Kevin Levin doesn't cheat. Well, not on Gwendolyn. He would never to that. Never, no matter how bad or evil he was. He cared about her, cared too much in fact.

Leaning against the wall of a foggy room, Kevin let out a sigh. This was the tenth one tonight. As if the smell of cigars and the overly loud music wasn't bothering him enough, he had to deal with them. The so-called girls, dressed in whatever they called they were wearing. Kevin didn't even considered it clothes; the things they wore were so tight, he swore that some of these girls couldn't even move right. And the length, it hardly covered anything, so why bother wearing it, he thought.

He felt a soft body leaning against his arms, Kevin ignored it. The figure wasn't very please so it leaned closer and pushed harder towards the guy. "What do you want?" Kevin spat curtly, he didn't have time for this. He was just waiting for that someone to show up just to get paid.

"Wouldn't you like to have some fun, handsome?" it figure said seductively into his ear, purposing letting it's warm minty breath hit his neck.

"No." Kevin replied idly.

"I know you want to." She leaned into him again, pushing her body parts onto him.

"Look, whore pants. I have no time for you. Now would you please, for the love of God, fuck off." The figure gasped a little at his retort and was close to slapping him but then thought he wasn't worth it. She didn't need a jerk like him, she snorted and finally went away. Kevin thanked God mentally; stupid whores.

He's so trustworthy, he never lies to me.

Kevin was on his way home, home to Gwen. He had just finish off one of his many deals and was happily driving home; a little smile across his face. He had earned big that night, about three grand? Probably three.

He let himself into the house easily and made his way upstairs to their room. He cracked the door open quiet, careful not to make the slightest sound. He didn't want to wake her up. He walked solemnly to the bathroom and had a quick shower before changing into his night boxers. Kevin then moved over to his side of the bed, the other was already occupied. There laid a slender figure buried under blankets, her face was so lulled and peaceful. She looked so fragile, he thought. So fragile... Too fragile.

He sat down onto the bed as laxly as he could and tried to lay down. The second his head hit the pillows, she spoke, "Where have you been?" Her voice quiet and concerned.

"I was out; I had some business to take care of." He replied, getting under the comforters and moving closer to her. "It had to do with work."

"Plumber business?"

"Yeah," he reached to her, pulling her closer to him. The heat from her body quickly radiated to him. It felt so good. He moved his calloused fingers against her arm and felt her shudder a little. They were so close to each other, so close. He leaned into her, breathing in that familiar scent. It reminded him of candy and flowers, better yet, it reminded him of happiness. The happiness that he hardly got and the happiness that he had wished for. He was blessed that she was his only happiness.

His only happiness.

That was what Gwendolyn Tennyson would have said, over and over again.

If her heart still beat.

There he was standing over a tombstone, quietly. Sadly. His eyes traced the words engraved to it:

Epitaphs to Remember;

GWENDOLYN TENNYSON

Wife, mother, friend, warrior.

She thought of others ever, herself never. We can't forget.

"She didn't tell you, did she?" a voiced asked him from behind. Kevin didn't even have to turn to know it was Benjamin Tennyson.

"Tell me what?" he replied softly, his eyes still on the engraved words.

"That she was sick." Ben replied, walking over to his friend. Ben still considered him a friend even though he had felt his hatred. "When she had Devlin," he explained sadly, joining Kevin into staring at her grave. Ben still couldn't let go of the fact that his cousin had just went away like that, "She got diagnosed with some illness. The doctors couldn't figure out what it was. It was probably from some alien activity. She got sicker and sicker but since she kept it a secret at the early stages, by the time I got to find out it was too late.

"And you were busy with God knows what, you hardly got to see her anymore. She told me you still called often, but hardly visit." He continued, he could feel tears threatening to roll down his cheeks; he was trying very hard to keep them in. "She started coughing up blood and fainting for no reason. And if you grabbed her a little rough, she'd bruise. She hardly ate and she was always tired. I couldn't bare looking at her like that. A few months later, she said you stopped calling... And she told me she couldn't reach you. She was not fit to take care of Devlin and you weren't around, so I had to move her in to help.

"She suffered; a lot. I caught her crying in her sleeping muttering your name. I guess she was afraid that she couldn't see you again before she passed. She worried for Devlin too, wondering how he would be like without a mother." Ben's voice was started to crack and it turned into a small whisper, "Hardly a father. She worried. A week before her death, she was in no condition to move. She was just laying in her bed all day, every day. I asked if she needed me to take her to a doctor and she would just give me a small smile and say 'I'm fine Ben, really. Just really tired.' And I knew something would happen when she handed me that box and asked to hand it to you if something ever happened to her. She told me to not look inside; I didn't. That was the night before she passed."

Ben couldn't hold it anymore, he gave up and let his tears run down his cheeks, he tried to continue, "I found her the next morning, stiff. I was so afraid." He shiver at the memory, "So afraid... And the next thing I knew, she was laying in a coffin. Yellow roses, everywhere. You... You weren't there, I had no idea how to contact you and then I've found out you quit being a Plumber. And now here you are, too late."

Kevin didn't say anything and only asked Ben for the box and to have Devlin.

Kevin hadn't shed a single tear. It wasn't his fault, he thought, it wasn't his fault at all. It was Devlin's. By the time Ben handed Devlin to Kevin with a iffy expression, he was already seven-years-old. It didn't even last two weeks till Devlin managed to sneak out of the house and ran all the way to Ben's. The seven-year-old was desperate. He had to flee, to safety. He was too afraid, too afraid of his father.

"Dad," the child whined at his father who was glaring at the skies through the little window. "I'm hungry." Kevin ignored the child until he came to where Kevin was a hugged his leg. "Daddy, I'm hungry."

His father shot him an angry glare and kick him out of his little hug. "Shut up." Kevin said harshly at the child and turn his gaze back to the sky.

The child wasn't about to give up, "I'm hungry." He repeated, "Daddy, I'm hungry."

That made Kevin angry, he stood up roughly from where he was sitting up and picked his child up in a very violent matter. He then threw his child across the room and luckily he fell onto the sofa with a really hard thud. This made Devlin cry and thus making the adult more mad, "I said shut up."

But it seemed like Devlin didn't get the message and Kevin lashed out on him another time and the child managed to force himself to not made a sound.

Devlin was also confused.

At rare times, his father would hug him and tell him he loved him. That he was her child, that he was his child. He was tell him sweet things and patted him on the back, gave him a few sweeties. But those were rare times and although it was pretty nice of his father to do so, Devlin was still terrified of his father.

A few days went by and Devlin always got attacked by his father at random times. He was so scared and afraid, it was turning into a phobia. Devlin hadn't eaten for days, his stomach was begging for food but he dared not asked his father anything. He was too afraid that his father would lash out on him. And that's when he snuck out when Kevin was away doing something.

He came back asking for Devlin, but Ben refused to hand him back. There wasn't much Kevin could do. If he went against Ben, he would lose and just winded up behind bars. Kevin liked his freedom so he didn't do so.

Even back at Ben's, Devlin didn't feel safe. He feared that his father would come any second and drag him back. He was too terrified. He asked to share a room with Ben's son, Kenny. Ben and his spouse had no objection to that and kept telling Devlin that he needn't to worry. They tried assuring him that he was safe, safe from Kevin.

Devlin wanted to believe them but he couldn't. He couldn't block out the thought of his father lashing out on him like that. What had he done to his father that made him so angry at him? And where was his mother? He hadn't seen her for a while but he was a little furious at how she just left him like that. He hated his mother. Little did he know, that she was dead.

Months passed and Devlin became more isolated, he was very quiet and didn't complain much. Though, he was rather cold to people and was rather rude. Ben thought of sending him to a psychiatrist. But Devlin kept refusing his help.

Kevin on the other hand, well, he was still broken.

She was his only happiness.

He stopped making any deals at the moment and stopped chasing any guys who owned him. He had enough money anyway, more than enough as a matter of fact. He spent his days, staring out into oblivion and drank away till he passed out. He still haven't cried over her death. Kevin just couldn't accept the fact that she died just like that; he was in denial.

Until that one fine night when he decide not to drink, a knock on his door. He cursed slightly at the person that was knocking on his door at this hour. He dragged himself up lazily, muttering curses under his breath as he walked towards the door. He swore if it was something stupid, he would kill the guy then and there. He made his way to the door and swung it open.

He took back everything he said.

His eyes widen and his mouth parted slightly when he saw what was before him. The greenest pool of eyes were staring into his. That familiar fiery hair he loved so much, those lips he wanted to kiss over and over again; was he hallucinating? He wondered aloud.

"No, Kevin." The figure said softly and sincerely, "I was always here...

"Just too weak to show myself;" his heart ache.

"I never left, never wanted to." His eyes were getting watery.

"It's really me." His vision a blur.

He crashed himself into her, crying. He was really crying. He muttered softly into her hair. That familiar scent feeling his nostrils once again, "Gwen..."

Feel the suspense? Aha, I'm sorry. Do you think I should continue this?

Tell me if you like/hate it in the reviews. Drop a follow, favourite or a simple review if you liked it. c: I'll try my best to continue this and the rest of my stories, I'll probably try to get Surprise done with before continuing any other. It's becoming a burden. :c Well, written on 27th July 2013. See you guys in a few weeks maybe. If you haven't noticed, I post a few chapters up in a week. ;u ; Be grateful that I do. The least you could do is leave a review if you like it. Please? See you then, bros. PEACE, YO!