Chapter 2 is here!

Recap - Kevin and the gang saw a man beating on his six-year old daughter at the movies. Kevin came to her rescue, but recognized her father - before whacking him sensless, of course. Now they're leaving with the kid. Who is she? What is Kevin's connection to her father? Anyone who's seen my profile recently could probably guess. Anyone else - it's right here!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Ben 10, or any of its characters. But I DO own Ellie, Jeff, and Anna.

WORD COUNT: 479

Kevin sat in the driver's seat as they headed to Bellville Trailer Park. Ben was up front on the passenger's side, and Gwen kept the little girl company in the back.

"So, what's your name?" Gwen asked softly.

The child sniffed and shook a bit, but didn't answer. "Her name's Ellie," Kevin replied darkly, "I've met her dad before, back when she was just a baby."

Gwen took a closer look at Ellie. She was silent, staring out the window. "And he did something awful to you, didn't he?" she asked.

Kevin's knuckles whitened on the steering wheel. "Yeah."

Gwen gave Ellie a small smile. "It's okay, Ellie," she whispered, "You're okay here with us. My name is Gwen, and this is Kevin and Ben." Ellie turned to face each of them, then snuggled into Gwen's lap and fell asleep.

They got to the trailer park in record time and pulled to a stop next to the Rustbucket. Ben retrieved the spare key from under the fake rock, and unlocked the door. Kevin carried Ellie to the back and gently laid her down on the bottom bunk. She rolled over and continued sleeping, sucking her thumb.

Ben, Gwen, and Kevin gathered around the RV's kitchen table. "So what happened, Kev?" Ben asked, "What'd Ellie's dad do to deserve getting whacked like that?"

Kevin stared at a spot on the table. "It was a long time ago," he muttered, "He did whatever he could to me just to let off some steam. I would've left earlier, but I had nowhere else to go. My mom's apartment was too far away, and he'd just find me anyways."

"But why would a scumbag like that go looking for you?" Gwen whispered.

"He'd have no choice. He's my father, too." He paused to let Ben and Gwen respond. Except for a gasp from each of them, they were silent.

Ten-year-old Kevin huddled in the corner of the living room, behind the sofa. His mother was at the door, crying and begging to see her son, and like always, his father wouldn't let her in. It'd been that way for a month now, ever since she had to give him up after the fire.

"He's my son too, Jeff!" she shrieked, "I have every right to see him!"

"Yeah, right! Last time I checked, you dumped the brat on me, Anna!"

"You know he's all that I've got, please!"

Kevin could hear the desperation in his mother's voice. If only her house hadn't burned down. He'd still be living with her; he'd still be able to see her. Going over to the door was no option, not after what happened last time. He was still sore from that encounter.

"Then you've got nothing, b-" Kevin clapped his hands over his ears. He hated it when his dad swore, especially at his mom.

Okay, so this one's a little short, big whoop. Soooo... What'd you think of that? A review a day keeps the angry writers away!