A/N: I completely forgot about this story. I'm sorry; I must be a horrible author. :p Special thanks to layzrshark for the favorite to this story, I would have never remembered the story existed otherwise.

Ben was driving. He thought of it as a good way to clear his mind. And he definitely needed his mind clear.

The Wand was in his drawer. He was scared of it. He didn't know what it was, how or why it could do what it could, but one thing he knew for certain- it made him do bad things. Not only that, it made him think bad things. Worst of all, he was drawn to it now as one would be drawn to a lover.

Again, he was scared.

I have to get rid of it, he thought, but he couldn't. I have to destroy it. But he just couldn't. In fact, he was fighting the urge to drive back home and cradle the Wand, and it took nearly all his willpower. He was surprised he could think at all.

"Incoming message from Julie Yamamoto," his car said.

I don't like her, he thought suddenly, and just as quickly, he thought, what? Of course I like her. She's my girlfriend. But even as he thought this, he felt uncertain, almost as if a beast inside him was unimpressed. He was very scared now.

"Answer call," He replied.

"Ben?" said Julie's voice.

"Hey, Jules," Ben replied, trying to sound calm.

"Ben, your parents called me, along with Gwen and Kevin. You haven't been home for hours and hadn't told anyone where you were going. Where are you?"

Ben was quietly shocked. He had no idea he had been out for so long. "I went out for a drive," he replied honestly. "I guess I lost track of time. I'm coming home."

"Thank you, Ben," Julie said.

Ben ended the call. He wanted to drive away as fast as he could, but it was that strong longing for the Wand that took him home. The longer he drove, the closer he wanted to be to it. By the time he got home, it overpowered him. He ran straight to his room and cradled the Wand to his breast.

"I'm sorry I thought those awful things about you," He whispered to it. "I'll never leave you behind again."

And he was no longer frightened. Because the moment he picked the Wand back up again, he was no longer Ben.

Gwen and Kevin were on a date in Burger Shack. Gwen seemed to find her food more appealing to play with than to eat.

"Hey," Gwen said suddenly, "remember a few days ago when Ben went on that really long drive?"

"Yeah," Kevin said, "What about it?"

"Do you think Ben's been acting odd recently?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well… he's been acting kind of… secluded. He's not talking to people as much as he use to, and he spends a lot of his time taking a drive, but never tells anyone where he's going. Come to think of it… he's been acting weird since that day in the park."

"So?"

Gwen was getting annoyed. "So, I'm getting a little worried. What's he up to?" Gwen asked the question more to herself than to Kevin.

"What, you want us to spy on him?"

With the suggestion in the open, Kevin realized he didn't need an answer.

Ben was at the park. It was the very same park where he found the Wand, in the very same fecund area. He was experimenting with the Wand, though to an onlooker, it would look more like a sacred ritual. He was hidden in the bushes like an uncivilized villager, and his legs were crossed. When he created with the Wand, he held it high above his head, and let his creations fall to the ground. He held the Wand to his chest every spare moment he got, and cooed it as one would to a child. So far, he created a sandwich, a book, and a cup of soda. Then he began to get more serious, creating a block of gold, a silver locket, and a fistful of small diamonds.

He was looking at the creations when a thought suddenly invaded his mind.

Why just keep to myself? I have so much power now, maybe more than that of the Ultimatrix. Why not show the world who's boss? Ben agreed to this, at the time not knowing that a normal person can create thoughts and wouldn't need to agree to it. I'll start with those morons, Cash and JT. They need to be taught a lesson.

Ben created a book bag to hold his creations, and then drove off to his house, planning something unpleasant for two unsuspecting victims that would be in school the next day.