You know some people say when you face death had on, that your whole life passes before your eyes. Others say you see a light. One that has a color that depends on your life, either its fire light, or sunlight. But then again what of the somber, indifferent, frightening grim reaper? What is his job in your death if you see a light? And not him? Well, the figure in that famous black coat, suit, orhe could be in any type of clothing, is the cause of the light, and the cause of death. But if that is the case here, why didn't the former omnixtrix wielder Benjamin Tennyson see any of those things?

And when he appeared in front of Gwen Tennyson outside of the RV affectionately named the Rustbucket, it was obvious he was indeed alive. Not alive and well however, since he was bleeding and most likely had a few broken bones. But that was not important in the least to him. And that was because he was glad to be alive. To still breath, albeit heavily, and to be with Gwen. Although she was having problems coping with his sudden appearance from what she thought was death door.

"Can't get rid of me that easily Gwen."

Were the first words that he spoke to her that sent her mind into a river of contradiction. Not knowing what to do, and not having a clue if this was a cruel nightmare that was made to torment her, she just looked with hollowed eyes at the young man outside the side window. There are some things that cause a mind to go into a state of shock. Let it be an accident, a surprise, or even, happiness. Though the latter happens much less than the formers. The trees swayed around Ben, giving him no other choice but to bask in the moonlight and the breeze that was so peaceful that night.

"Gwen? Gwe-" He winced in pain clutching his right side dearly, letting out a low groan that broke the red-head heroine from her depressed pensive. All thoughts of disbelief were replaced by a sight of the person she loved, the person she admired, the person she believed to be dead since earlier that day, falling to the ground in pain. He squirmed a little before apparently blacking out and letting his hand fall loosely over his side. She took a sharp gasp, her hand rushing to her face. The next thing she knew she was out of the door of the RV and kneeling beside him.

She cursed to herself for not helping him before, he was dirty as ever, covered in bruises, and bleeding in some places. She brought her fingers to his neck, desperately trying to find a pulse. "Come on, come on!" She shouted into the night hoping to not be unsuccessful. As a reply she got a faint, but still existing thump, from him. She felt tears coming from her eyes, and didn't try to fight them back. She had no reason to. She bent her head down and kissed him on the forehead, and draped his arm onto her shoulder, covering it in soot, and brought into the Rustbucket.

Just when she thought her plight would never end, it was over.


On a bright summer day, the sounds of birds chirping and lawn mowers running filled the air. The smell of freshly cut grass sent a sort of peacful chill down some peoples spines, but it was for the good. In the house of Sandra and Carl Tennyson though, the air was deafened by the smell of eggs, toast, and the sound of plates being placed on a table. The married couple themselves were out however. But obviously, the house was not totally empty. But it was fairly quiet throughout the house except for the kitchen.

Upstairs, Ben Tennyson stirred in his sleep, his eyes closed tightly, and covered being drawn over his head to avoid the rays of sun that were piercing through his blinds in his room and shining on his face. Beside him his alarm clock read 11:59. By some unfortunate luck, he just happened to peek his head out of thecovers and take a slow, cautious look at the machine. Just then, was when it began its wake up call, scaring him so much he nearly fell off the bed. But that wouldn't be very good for him however, because his body was still hurting and he was still healing. But a little magic to help the process from his favorite cousin never hurt anybody. And it got him out of school.

"Craaaaaaaaaaaappppp!"

His voice bounced off the walls and traveled downstairs. In the kitchen Gwen smiled happily to herself while pouring a glass of orange juice and placing the container back into the refrigerator gently. She got a couple of forks and took the two plates with her, on her way upstairs. She would get the galsses later.

Speaking of upstairs, Ben had just gotten out of the bathroom with a limp, the sound of a flushing toilet took its chance to be heard. But the loud noise it created was not appreciated at all by him. He sat down on his warm bed, sitting up against his bedpost as to avoid the sun, and took his remote off his dresser, and searched aimlessly throught the channels. It was then that Gwen walked through his open door and with a smile on her face and a plate in her hand, while the other floated right by her.

He smiled back and looked in her direction making him lick his lips hungrily. "Hungry huh? Well I made eggs and bacon and toast. Eat up." She set the plate on his dresser right by his retched alarm clock and sat down, next to him. Maybe it was a bad mistake. "Who said I was hungry for food?" Before she could answer he pounced on top of her, licking her neck and taking in her sweet, strawberry scent, and nipping her ears sending a shiver up the teenagers spine. "Ben stop it!" She managed to get out as she burst into a fit of giggles while he moved to her cheek.

"Ben come on you need your breakfast. Please?" He got off of her, pouted and crossed his arms in a childish manner. "Fine." His stomach growled and he went on to eating while she moved closer to him and placed a kiss on his slightly tan skin. "Don't you tease me woman." He said with a mock glare that quickly turned into a chuckle. She laughed along to before eating a little of her breakfast and going downstairs. "Were ya goin Gwen?' She turned to look at him from the door way, "I'm going to get the drinks. And try not to eat my breakfast again Benjamin."

He gave her a closed eye smile as he placed a piece of jelly toast into his mouth. Gwen felt her heart flutter at the sight but the she went downstairs. In the kitchen she was going to grab both glasses, but the doorbell interrupted her. Feeling parched, she took her glass as the bell increased in its succesion. "Hold on hold on I'm coming! Geesh." When she opened the door there was no one there. She looked around, and looked at the ground, only to see a small package with a note to the side and Ben written on it as well. She picked it up and read it aloud.

"They won't find you with this. From a...friend." It didn't take her long to figure outwho wrote the note, because it was her grandfathers handwriting. She shrugged and made her way upstairs to Ben forgetting about his drink. As she made it into his room he was waiting patiently for her and when he saw her in the door way he smiled again, but stopped as he saw the package. "What's that?" He asked while pointing a finger to the object in her arms. "All I know is that its for you." She handed it to him and sat in a chair in front of him and ate her breakfast while Ben placed his legs on the bed and tore open the wrapping paper and gasped in shock.

"Ben? What is it?" He wasted no time in showing her a sleek green, white, gray, and black wrist like object in his hands with an all to familiar hourglass shape on it. She smirked a little before asking, "Oh, that. Well I guess it never really ends huh?"

He took on a confused expression and looked at her with his green eyes. "What never ends?" She laughed a little before kissing him on the lips softly and saying,

"Hero time."