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Sticks and stones may break my bones, but the truth won't always hurt me.
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Through the streaming rain, Gwen saw him running. Obscured as he was by the foggy curtain of torrential rain, the malformed silhouette of his body was unmistakable. "Kevin," she breathed. The roaring storm swallowed the sound of it as soon as his name left her mouth. She stood there for a moment, panting, blinking, numb to the wet now that even her thick, fleecy hoodie was swollen with water, hanging from her shoulders as though it was made of lead. Then he was gone. She pursed her lips and ran after him anyway, not needing to see him to follow. Concentrating, she reached out beyond herself and sought him, sought his energy, attached herself to his spirit. Got you, she thought, feeling him give in surprise.
Soon she came to a line of trees; beyond it was a ditch, and in the ditch lay Kevin. She stopped at the top and smirked down at him, mopping the sopping hair from her face that was now too heavy for her barrette to keep in check. He slowly rose to his knees, holding his head with one grotesquely large hand, before looking up at her to snarl with his bright and inhuman eyes.
"Tennyson."
"Well, well, well," Gwen yelled at him over the rain. "Never thought I'd ever see you again."
"Yeah, well, God has a shitty sense of humor," he spat back. "Leave me alone, I'm not here to cause trouble, okay?" He struggled as he began to rise to his feet; despite his neutral declaration, despite his physical unsteadiness, Gwen's posture fell fluidly into an aware and defensive stance as she watched him clambor to his feet. Oh, I totally believe you, freak. His strange eyes crossed as he swayed but still he managed to keep his footing in the mud. Even standing hunched in a rather deep ditch while clutching his head, Gwen gaped at his utter hugeness; three years of growth did nothing to even the odds between their heights. Despite shooting up a good foot since the last time she saw him, she was still a dwarf in comparison to his alien body. He's got to be double my height, she thought in amazement. I didn't think he could still grow.
"Shit," he hissed. Gwen blinked as his voice reached her ears and she realized the rain had now let up to a more tolerable level. "What the hell did you do to me, you brat?"
Gwen's jaw clenched. "I sapped your spiritual energy," she snapped. "Good luck climbing out of that ditch. It'll be a good hour before you can even walk right again. While you're stuck down there, might as well tell me why you were creeping my house!"
Kevin looked up at her through his stringy hair and bared his teeth. "Are you deaf? I just told you I'm not here to start anything. I don't have to tell you nothing."
"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Gwen gestured to him incredulously. "What, do you think I just forgot who you are? It hasn't been that long, Kevin."
"Fuck you!" he snarled. "You don't know anything about me, you little preppy—AGH!" Kevin flew back into the swampy ground, heavily. Gwen's fingers sizzled as she stared down at where he lay sprawled, groaning, in the mud. With a lazy wave of her hand, she floated down into the ditch, landing at his feet, and crossed her arms.
"I know enough," she said. "You're still a jerk."
Kevin gasped as he rolled his head, looking up at her with unfocused eyes. "When did you learn to do that…?" he slurred.
Gwen raised her arm. "Guess what? It doesn't matter." Blue light flickered to life over her open palm, forming a perfect sphere of condensed and tempered energy. It flattened into a disk and stretched, reaching towards him. Kevin's body was limp as Gwen wrapped his torso with the glowing ribbon, raising his body into the air. The most he managed as she lifted him from the ground were suddenly wide and lucid eyes; he stared at her standing beneath him in the rain, fixated, as though seeing her for the first time.
"I don't really care about you," she said bluntly. "I don't care about your hobbies or your interests or even how you escaped the null Void. All I care about are the people I love, and your motives towards them. Old habits die hard, Kevin, and I'm not stupid." Kevin watched her sharply-shaped eyes narrow and as the rain began to finally stop. "Stay away from my family. Stay away from Ben. Or else."
With that, she closed her hand and dropped her arm; with a cry Kevin fell back to the ground with a splash. Gasping, he scrambled to prop himself up on his elbows and watched as she turned from him, watched as she walked away and nimbly climbed the steep incline out of the ditch, disappearing over the rise.
"Damn," he rasped when she was gone.
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A/N: I effing hate-HATE-Alien Force. It butchered my beautiful, beautiful characters! That meat head is not the Kevin I love, and that sue is not Gwen I adore! Canon Gwevin or not! FUCK YOU, CARTOON NETWORK. FUCK YOU.
This fic has been a long time coming. It blatantly disregards the failwhale that is Alien Force, so turn back now if you don't like that. Updates will be irregular. But I fully intend to write this story and do the REAL characters and REAL Gwevin pairing justice!
SAIL ON, SOLDIERS, SAIL ON. WE'VE GOT THE INTERNET. (please review!)