Author's Note: Sorry about the wait. Well, only 2 people voted, so Gwen and Ben technically tied. As such, I'll try to give each their own drabble, but for right now, this one's going to be combined. The person who requested Ben specifically asked for it to be him when he's 10, so I figure this theme is perfect for that. This one is going to be very short...I'm afraid I'm not that familiar with the original Ben 10, and I'm worried about making everybody out of character.

Time: Ben 10 era

Theme Number 69: Annoyance

Gwen glared at her cousin over the top of her spell book. It was the first awknowledgement of his existance that she'd given today, and Ben took that for a sign of victory. It had only taken throwing about twenty spit-wads at the now irked red head, but at least Ben didn't feel bored anymore.

He smiled at her, making a big show of hiding the straw he was using as a blow dart behind his back, fully aware she could see it. Not that it would matter. Even if he had hid the straw better, the only other person on the beaten up RV was the pair's grandfather, and throwing spit wads was not the sort of thing Max Tennyson would ever do to his grand daughter.

Gwen huffed her frustration, lifting her book back directly in front of her eyes, as though not to be able to see her annoying cousin. Ben's grin broadened. Game on. He'd been so bored this past week - no need to turn into aliens at all, not for hero time or even just because he saw a good opportunity to use his incredible powers for fun. So, he'd fallen back into an old, but still fun, habit. Seeing how far he could push his cousin before she would cave.

Gwen, for her part, had shown a surprising amount of patience with his game. On some level, she understood. She let that part win, though the rest of her was screaming that she had all sorts of things she could use - magic, martial arts - and her cousin was practically begging to become her own private punching bag. Figuring that she could get him back later (and worried that Grandpa Max might punish both of them), she'd let the small indiscretions go unpunished, but it was starting to try her nerves.

"One more, Ben," she hissed, "And that'll be the end of it."

Ben rolled his eyes. He was winning, after all.

A moment later, something unseen grabbed his leg and pulled him under the table. "Gwen, stop using your stupid magic tricks on me!" Ben yelled, reaching to adjust the face on his omnitrix. This was, after all, why he'd picked the fight in the first place. Grandpa Max couldn't really complain about Ben going alien to fight his cousin if his cousin used magic on him first, right?

Gwen's only response was to mutter a few more words under her breath. Another invisible sort of energy grabbed his hand and forced it away from the omnitrix.

"Oh, c'mon, it has to at least be a fair fight! You're cheating," Ben insisted. Gwen ignored him, holding out one arm extended to control the spell she'd aimed at him, the other hand flipping pages in her spell book.

"Say uncle," Gwen teased, putting her book down and turning to face her cousin.

"What? No way!"

"Do it or I tell Grandpa Max about how many spit balls you threw at me before I fought back," she pointed back at her seat, where the spit balls had all collected on the floor. Ben frowned. She had proof, and Grandpa Max always seemed to know when Ben was lying.

"All right, all right," Ben conceded.

"Good," Gwen released him and went back to her spell book. Grumbling to himself, Ben climbed in the seat across from her, trying to figure out how to annoy her without getting in trouble for it.

Click, click, click Gwen winced with each click, finally glancing up at the third. Ben was opening and reopening the RV window.

"Could you knock that off, please?" Gwen hissed.

Click

"Ugh! You are such a doofus!" Gwen collected her spell book and marched off towards the front seat. Ben leaned back into his chair. It wasn't the outcome he'd been hoping for, but he was still pleased with the result. He kicked out his legs and reclined in his seat. Sure enough, when there were no alien butts to kick, picking on dorky girls - especially when they were your cousin - was definitely the way to go.