Prologue.

Thought i'd start up a new Gwen turns into an Antodyte story. Hurt and comfort.

Please review.


Gwen loses her humanity and Ben comforts her.

"...You've always kind of been on borrowed time ever since you were 10 years old"

Her breathe slow yet shallow as she listened to her grandfather continue on about her dilemma.

"You've just been avoiding the inevitable"

Maybe...She had always wondered if she would ever transform into her natural being. She had never put too much thought into the idea of being...well anything but human. In fact, she considered herself human in a sense. I mean: if it walks and talks like one...shouldn't it be one. But no, her grandfather now sat before her in the small, broken down RV telling her that it was over. She felt like her heart had skipped a few beats when he had decided to sit her down, two mugs between them; one long-black coffee, the other: herbal tea.

Gosh, she felt like an idiot right now. That, and like someone had just walked up to her and punched her in the mouth. She was gobsmacked, unable to move, unable to think, unable to process anything right now.

'Am I in shock?' She thought to herself, gently avoiding eye contact and taking a sip of her tea trying to cut the tension in the room to the point it wasn't strangling her.

"It was bound to happen eventually..."

Oh god, how did she end up in this position? She thought everything was going so well before a couple of days ago when she was doing a combative training exercise with her cousin, her boyfriend and some of the plumber kids. A routine sparring match between herself vs Cooper and Helen. She had the upper hand for most of the fight, until the last few seconds when they finally decided to work together. She always had trouble with technology, it was one thing she couldn't get her powers around.

Somewhere between the electricity induced cyclone and smashing the back of her head on the ground as she fell, she had a fit. She blackened out for most of it but when she awoken a few seconds after the whole experience was over she found her grandfather and everyone else surrounding her, staring down at her body. She remembered feeling vulnerable at that moment. Everybody staring at her in awe and worry. Maybe even some shocked faces around, surprised that she had not put up more of a fight. She remembered her grandfather placing his knees either side of her ears, stabilising her neck and letting her rest on him as he soothed her pain, brushing the locks out of her face and telling her to stay awake until help came. She didn't remember what happened but supposibly she had had a seizure.

A seisure?

She couldn't believe it. Her grandfather had called an ambulance to collect her. For the next few days she would be checked by doctors scanning her brain and finding nothing to report. Literally nothing. The doctors were amazed. They were pretty surprised when her grandpa had come in and taken her away, telling her that they would have to talk later and she would have to sit out for the rest of the training exercise. She put up a fight but her grandfather always one the argument. She felt pretty useless, just watching and keeping score and her granddad keeping an eye on her at all times. She remembered watching her cousin and boyfriend sparring each other. Watching as her own cousin cheered for himself as he thrashed the older boy with one swing. It took the redhead by surprise and in that moment. That very second she wanted to be out there again, fighting beside her cousin. It would be great. Them a team again and-

Her train of thought was lost when she felt a hand come down on her shoulder and her grandfather told her not to. She complained.

"I wasn't doing anything"

But he shook his head knowing she wanted to be back out there. But he couldn't risk it. Not now.

"I don't want you having another seisure. Either sit and watch or go inside and get some rest. You need it" She gritted her teeth when he said that. It was constant.

Everyone would be up later than her. She would be going to bed around 5pm before the sun even set and her grandfather would be there tucking her in making sure she fell asleep before he left her side and joined everyone else. Their laughter used to wake her up usually around 7 but then they would quieten down again thanks to her grandfather hushing them. She usually tried to sleep through it but she felt like she was on time-out for something she had done wrong.

Instead she just wasn't well but she felt fine. Maybe a little more tired but she felt okay. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to make her sleep for over 15 hours a day. She'd wake up to her grandfather always close by, she would assist him at every turn not straying to far from him just in case she had another 'episode'. Which she hadn't but he always kept her close just in case. Close but never really talking to her, just instructing her on what to do and sometimes comforting her.

That was the annoying part. He needed to talk to her, but he avoided the confrontation when she constantly asked.

She didn't think it would be this bad. I mean she hit the back of her head. She was expecting a concussion at the most but this was way off from what she thought.

She was practically losing her life.

"Gwen? Are you okay?"

She had figured out why he had avoided telling her though. It only took a few seconds after he had sat her down and placed a comforting hand on hers. He was petrified of telling her and she. She was pretty deep in the idea that she was in shock and not knowing what to do with herself until she felt her stomach turn.

'Nope' She thought to herself, shaking her head and tensing her body.

"Gwenny?" He called to her as she stood up shaking her head.

"I'm going to be sick" She rushed to the bathroom slamming the door shut.

Max sighed running his hands through his hair not knowing what to do with a blossoming Antodyte.