Disclaimer: Don't own B10 UA 'cause MOA does. If I did, I would release new episodes sooner. NOT in 10.10.10. I don't torment people like that :( So this is my first fanfic being published anywhere, so if it comes out looking like crap, well…I'll make some adjustments. Hope you like it and please review!

~Christmas in July~

:Kevin's POV:

Seriously, where does this kid get the ideas from?

Ben Tennyson is one of the most dumb people I know, besides Lindsey Lohan and Paris Hilton. The guy loves his Sumo Slammers, having every volume of the DVDs, toy (he calls them collectables. I call 'em toys), video game and card that exists in the merchandise. He was also obsessed with smoothies and experimenting with the different flavors. It sometimes worries me that he's the one that controls the Ultimatrix.

So, anyway. Ben decided to have a Christmas party at Gwen's house. Gwen's parents were cool with it, they just were out for the day and we were responsible for the house. Which is okay. Christmas parties are okay too. There's just one thing.

It was the middle of freaking July. The hottest, most least likely month of the year to celebrate Christmas. At all. But hell, it was Ben.

Julie and Gwen went to the store and bought the Christmas essentials. Sugar cookie dough, frosting, food coloring, sprinkles, red and green table cloths, a Christmas CD, old five dollar Christmas DVDs and mistletoe. Me and Ben were responsible for the drinks and the invites.

We invited most of the crew over. Manny, Helen, Cooper, Alan and Max were the only ones that we were really close too and the only ones that I knew that didn't care about celebrating Christmas on the hottest day of the year. A party was a party.

We all went home to get our stuff together. Presents weren't anything to worry about at this party. Gwen said that we could just hang out, bake some Christmas cookies and watch movies. We were to return to her house at 6pm, dressed up Christmas themed and ready with extra snacks and Christmas stuff.

When I went home, Mom was in the kitchen, making some lunch. She was dressed up in a skirt and jacket, her hair pinned up. "Hey Mom. Going to work?"

She looked up, smiling. "Mm-hm." She frowned a little. "Hey sweetie…I may be out a little bit late. Maybe the whole night."

"Oh that's cool. I'll be at Gwen's house. She's having a party."

She smiled again, the smile lighting up her face. She's heard everything about Gwen. 'Cause most of it's come from me. "Oh really? That's good. Is it like a summer barbeque?"

"Uhh…more like, Christmas in July."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Yeah…weird right?"

She laughed. "It defiantly sounds different. So are you getting presents?"

"Nuh-uh. It's more of a social thing or whatever."

She nodded. "Well alright. You get ready." She gave me a kiss on the cheek, put her food in a container and put it in her hand bag along with a bottle of water. "I'm out of here."

"Love you Mom."

"Love you too sweetie." And with a quick ruffle of my hair, she was out the door and out to work in a cubicle. I sighed heavily. I felt bad, knowing she was out at a miserable job and I was going to be partying with some friends. I shook it off, knowing Mom would say for me to enjoy myself and not to worry about her. She was strong, independent.

I went to my room and dug through my closet. It was almost a black hole in there. Once you come in, you never come back out. Take out boxes, empty Gatorade bottles, and a lot of other junk that I hadn't bothered to clear out. I went into the corner of the closet and found what I hoped was what I needed.

It was the same tuxedo I wore when Gwen and I went out to her dance. The tear on the jacket got fixed, thanks to Mom and it was draped up in a plastic wrap. I pulled it out and tried it on. It still fit surprisingly well, even though I grew a few inches. I ditched the tie and the coat, rolling up the sleeves of the white dress shirt and put on the dress shoes. I left my hair as it was. Gwen loved it the way that it was, so I let it be.

I looked around the closet even more. Seeing the mess and how much time I had to fart around with, I went through my things. I grabbed the garbage can and started filling it with crap. Then I came across something.

It was a wooden box. It looked like my Mom's jewelry box, except it didn't have any flower prints on it. It was smooth and plain. I opened the gold clasp and my eyes widened a little.

There were old papers, a small notebook and a few pictures. These weren't just any pictures and papers though.

It was my Dad's things.

I held up the notebook and flipped through it. It was a journal of something. I slowed down a bit looking at the words. One passage shocked me a little.

Today is the baby's second month. We are not sure of the gender quite yet, but me and Olivia are certain that it is a boy. We both wish to name him Kevin Ethan Levin. I know that it does sound a bit, how humans say, "corny", but once I was looking at the name meaning books, I was certain that this is going to be my son's name. Olivia loves it too. Kevin means "handsome" in the old Celtic language. Ethan means "strong" and "firm." We both know our baby boy will be handsome and strong, just like his father. If it is a girl…well…we can make a few arrangements.

I looked up, only to feel my eyes burning up with tears. I shook my head and sighed, breathing deeply to calm myself down. I put the notebook back and dug through some more, finding pictures of my dad and my mom as teenagers and when they were married. I found a note with my name on it. Curious, I read it.

Kevin Ethan Levin,

Dear son. I do not know when you will receive this letter. You may never get this or you have it in your hands now. I do know, however, that you know that you are the best thing in my life. I and Olivia love you so much. Olivia, a human that I grew to love, has given birth to you, a wonderful, handsome baby boy. Right now you are two years and are experiencing your talents that I also have. Your mother gets a little annoyed. Your tantrums have led to a few burned out kitchen appliances.

You look so much like me. You have the eyes, the hair. You also resemble your mother a bit. You have a big heart and you have that soft, pale complexion. I'm glad to have you, glad to see a child of my own creation alive and well.

I am writing this because I know that one day I may not be alive. As a Plumber, it is dangerous and risky. You do what you can to preserve peace in this universe. There are people out there that want to disrupt that peace, that lose that grip on reality. They want power and control over people. Others lose their lives to protect others from people like that. I am one of those people that want to save the others from danger. I want people to live and breathe. I want you and your mother to be alive and well.

You will be a Plumber one day, most likely. I wish you too. That would be an honor, to have you in my place one day.

And also Kevin. May you find the one. Whether it be human or alien.

Love your father,

Devin

I traced the words, speechless. My heart began to pump faster in my chest, a new feeling in me. I felt more proud. I put the letter back in the box and checked the time. "Ah, shit!" It was 6:03. Gwen was going to kill me.

I brought the box with me and drove as quickly as I could to the party.

A/N: Huzzah! First chapter. What's Kevin gonna do with that box? Hmm…all depends if I can continue. You MUST review and tell me if you like it or not, alright? No flames puh-LEZE. Hate it.

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