A/N: Yeah, I apologize in advance to all my fellow Gwevin lovers for this.

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The car ride out to meet Kevin 11,000 was eerily silent.

None of the occupants of either vehicle could say they weren't terrified without effectively lying through their teeth.

The directions Paradox had given them weren't exact, (probably because the time-stream was so damaged that he couldn't) so they took the road that led southeast out of Bellwood. Once the road diverged in an exclusively easterly direction, they had gone off-road into the desert. Now, they were literally in the middle of nowhere and the clock on their dashes read 4:00 pm. Seven minutes to arrival.

As soon as the GPS in Kevin's car indicated they had traveled the correct distance, he stopped. This signaled Ben, who was following in the Mark10 to stop as well.

All six teenagers emerged from the two vehicles and regarded one another, apprehensive determination mirrored on all their demeanors. They all began surveying the area in search for the 'evil' Kevin.

Ben intelligently realized it was probably better to search from the air. Accordingly, both he and Kenny transformed into Jetray and took for the sky, reconnoitering the area. It didn't take long for Ben to spot a flash of light about one-hundred and fifty meters ahead of the group assembled on the ground; a muscular, tall, dark-haired man appearing in its wake.

Ben instantly knew who it was and his first instinct was to attack, but that wasn't the plan. They had to work as a team to bring him down. So, he whistled to Kenny who was looking a few dozen yards away. Upon gaining his son's attention, Ben pointed at Kevin 11,000 on the ground and gestured for Kenny to follow him. They made their way back to the other teenagers.

Kevin 11,000's countenance morphed to one of curiosity as he followed the direction the dual aerophibians had taken. There weren't supposed be two of those in this time and they certainly weren't supposed to be searching for him. Oh well, he supposed it didn't really matter. He'd absorbed three of those things years ago. That transformation at least, posed little threat.

His obsidian eyes watched where the flying reptiles landed and he noted there were six people altogether gathered in front of two vehicles, apparently awaiting his arrival. A welcoming committee.

Curiouser and curiouser.

He could, of course, use his hyper-speed to be there in the blink of an eye, but he decided the walk would allow him the opportunity to better asses where exactly that insipid machine had sent him and the abilities of these obvious interlopers.

Upon landing with the group, Ben immediately regarded his girlfriend. "He's here, Julie! Suit up!"

Julie's heart leapt to her throat, but she quickly obeyed her boyfriend by relaying the command to Ship. "Come on, boy! Armor up!"

The mechamorph responded with an excited electronic "ship!" sound and promptly enveloped its master's entire body, morphing itself into a battle exo-suit complete with a full arsenal of weaponry. Julie shot the oldest brunette teen a thumbs-up and a smile. "I'm ready to go, Ben. Where is he?"

Ben turned in the direction of a dark approaching figure. All the other teens' eyes followed his.

As he got closer though, Gwen couldn't help but think he didn't look particularly dangerous. She'd definitely seen worse. She'd go as far as to say he was downright handsome. After all, he looked like Kevin (well he was Kevin) only older and more distinguished. His gait was so deliberate. He looked almost… regal.

Looks could be so unforgivingly deceiving!

"Why's he taking so long to get here? Any one of us can move faster that that!" Devlin really wanted to get this over with.

"He's studying us. Wants to know what he's up against."

The younger dark-haired teen knew better than to question the accuracy of that assessment. Sans the psychosis, his father and this thing were essentially the same person.

Once he was close enough to properly address what he now saw was a group of teenagers without the need to vociferate; Kevin 11,000 stopped, smirked, crossed his chiseled arms and regarded Ben. He shook his head in recrimination. "Someone is cheating the laws of Space and Time, Benji. You shouldn't have known I was coming."

As he surveyed the others in the group slowly, scrutinizing them one by one, Ben responded. "If anyone broke any laws, it was you by coming to our time and our Universe."

Kevin 11,000's smirk widened at the useful information the idiot had just unwittingly divulged. So, he had traveled back in time, but not as far as he had intended and somehow he'd crossed over into an alternate dimension. Stupid machine!

After quickly skimming a rather tantalizing-looking teenage version of Gwendolyn Tennyson, his eyes settled on a teenage version of himself, who was shooting daggers at him with matching obsidian eyes (obviously a friend of Benji's in this Universe).

Oh! This was going to be fun! He'd only fought himself in paranoid delusions before.

Then his eyes moved on to another brunette teenager who greatly resembled Benjamin. Odd. Beside him was a dark-haired teen that also uncannily resembled him as a teenager and was pointedly avoiding his eyes.

Devlin couldn't bring himself to look at this thing. He knew it looked just like his father: his dad, the one who was waiting for him at home. This monster was somehow soiling his father's image and it revolted him.

Kevin 11,000 suddenly broke out into maniacal laughter at the realization of who the last two teenagers were. "Okay Benji, I may have broken some rules by coming here, but they," he pointed at Kenny and Devlin ", definitely broke some by following me to warn you about it."

He walked leisurely up to Devlin, who still stared adamantly at the ground. Kevin 11,000 regarded his son with obvious disgust as the rest of the teens tensed and braced themselves to protect the dark-haired teenager if he was attacked. "Devlin, what did Tennyson do, huh? Order his faithful little adopted stray to accompany his brat in a ridiculous mission to follow me back in time and attempt to protect him? Did he really think a pathetically weak traitor like you could possibly handle the likes of me in any timeline?"

At his infuriating, abusive, condescending tone of voice and belittling statement, Devlin was no longer able to reign in his temper and his eyes shot up to lock with those of Kevin 11,000 in a dangerously venomous sneer. His voice was a righteously indignant growl as he spoke.

"I'M NOT YOUR SON, MONSTER!"

Kevin 11,000's eyes went wide for a moment as the boy glared at him but the shocked expression lasted only a split second before his face once again became unreadable. He stepped back a couple of steps and regressed in Ben's direction, never breaking eye contact with Devlin.

He stopped moving directly facing Kevin, who was still glaring openly at him despite the fact that his opponent was only regarding the younger dark-haired teen. "No. I suppose in this Universe you aren't my son." Kevin 11,000 nodded at the teenage version of himself directly in front of him. "You're his, aren't you?" Devlin gave no indication of an answer.

Kevin 11,000 now stopped addressing Devlin, but oddly enough, instead of directing himself to Kevin who was directly in front of him; actually directed his attention to Gwen, who was right next to the oldest raven-haired teen. "Has anyone ever told you Gwendolyn," as he spoke, his intonation was conversational and his demeanor was completely devoid of emotion, "that you have the most interesting shade…"

"Of green eyes?"

Kevin's mind registered the hidden threat a second too late for his body to react.

In a motion far too quick for almost every species, including humans, to register, Kevin 11,000 had pulled Gwen forcibly to him and moved out of the group's line of vision. Gwen hadn't even had the reaction time to scream. She was gone.

The five frantic remaining teenagers tried to wrap their heads around the speed with which Kevin 11,000 had been able to usurp Gwen.

Devlin's instantaneous if ill-conceived reaction was to call after his teenage mother in the hopes she could reciprocate a response. His thought process paralyzed with far too much abhorrence and befuddlement to function properly. As was to be expected though, his calls were answered only by howling wind and echoes. He turned frenetic emerald eyes to his teenage father and found the exact expression mimicked in his obsidian eyes. "Why would he take Mom?"

The younger raven-haired teenager's voice came out as almost a wail. He couldn't help it. He was prepared for a fight. He was prepared to hurt. He was willing to bleed. He was willing to die. But, God! Not his mother!

Kevin tried to slow his mind as all the twisted possibilities flooded in at his son's question. Forcing back his own hysteria, he tried to focus on the most logical. "He wants information. He's disoriented by the fact that we knew he was coming and…" Kevin found he was unable to voice the most logical reason an 'evil' version of himself would have to take Gwen. "God! We have to find her! Now!"

Ben had never witnessed his best friend this terrified. Honestly, it was scaring the living daylights out of him, as well. Add to that, the uncertainty of what that psycho might do to his cousin… "He's like Ben 10,000! He didn't transform to use his powers! He moves like XLR8 or Fasttrack! He could be miles away!"

Amazingly, it was Kenny amongst the rattled group of teenagers, who could think the most cogently at the moment. "Devlin, can't you track her manna signature or something, Dude?"

Devlin was awash with relief as he rushed to his cousin and crushed him in a bear hug, out of which the younger brunette couldn't even breathe. This kid was definitely not living up to his potential. He promptly scanned the surrounding area and locked onto his mother's signature while releasing his younger cousin so the boy wouldn't suffocate. "She's that way," the dark-haired teen gestured in a southwesterly direction.

Something irked him, though. Not only was his teenage mother's manna signature not moving, it was fluctuating erratically and fading drastically. He knew what that meant. He kept the dread-infused chill that ran up his spine from exhibiting itself outwardly as he turned to his uncle to finish his statement out of fear for his father's reaction. "They aren't far, just a few miles." He whispered the next few words, a pained expression in his emerald eyes. "She's in pain and growing weaker."

Kevin heard every word. The rage that was literally boiling his blood and blindly consuming him caused an almost animalistic, pained roar to rip from his throat. What was that monster doing to her? He couldn't remember ever feeling so helpless! It would have been great to hit something, anything, at that moment.

The other four teenagers flinched and stared worriedly at him, but he morosely turned away from them, avoiding their eyes.

Ben turned his concerned emerald gaze form his best friend to his nephew, a look of resolute determination taking over his demeanor in a flash. "How fast are they going, Devlin? Can we keep up in the cars at turbo speed or should you and Kevin drive while the rest of us fly there?" Ben was already gesturing for Julie, who was no longer 'wearing' Ship to get in the Mark10.

"They're not moving. They just stopped there." Came the hushed, disturbed response. Nothing about this felt right to Devlin.

Ben now stared at his nephew confused. "If he can travel that far, that fast… Why would he stop and let us catch up?"

Kevin now turned back to the group with a disgusted, furious grimace twisting his features as he supplied the answer, "Because she's bait to him… nothing more." He nodded to his son. "Devlin, you drive. You know where we're going. Get us there, now!"

That having been said, they got in the cars and were off.

Gwen's mind hadn't had time to register the moment Kevin 11,000 had taken her. She had only been vaguely aware that something was very wrong for about twenty seconds. She tried to scream, tried to struggle. She found she could do neither, however.

The sheer gravitational force of the speed the man holding her moved at created a vacuum, which suctioned all the air out of her lungs, keeping her body painfully, uncomfortably flush with his.

The moment he stopped, Kevin 11,000 released her and disoriented from the lack of oxygen, she fell to her knees, bracing her hands on her thighs for support and gulping a lungful of air.

He squatted down in front of her, very close, invading her space. "I don't blame him for wanting you Gwendolyn." His voice was almost tender as he reached out to tuck a stray strand of blazing crimson hair behind her ear.

She quickly raised a hand to block him, years of martial arts training making her reflexes far keener than her appearances led on. Her other hand shot forward directed at his chest, ablaze with a powerful burst of manna. She was going to fry him for touching her. Or, so she thought.

Faster than her eyes could follow, he grabbed first the blocking hand, twisting it painfully behind her and then the hand that was glowing with manna. He looked at it with curiosity fleetingly before wrenching suddenly, causing a violently painful spasm to travel down the entire length of her arm, breaking her concentration and thus her hold on the life energy as well.

He twisted this hand behind her to join the first and came down on his knees, holding both her delicate wrists tight in place behind her with his much larger hand. He squeezed painfully until a groan escaped unbidden through her gritted teeth. She would not show him weakness.

The position of his hand on her wrists forced her to stand fully on her knees and flushed her completely against him (either that or both her wrists would snap). She still only met him face to neck. He used his free hand to force her chin up to look at him. "Tsk-tsk, Gwendolyn. We'll have none of that." He chastised her as if she was three. She, in turn, sneered at him ruefully. "As I was saying, I don't blame this Universe's version of Kevin Levin for desiring you. I myself have had amazing fantasies about you over the years. You have no idea the undeniably desirable woman you are going to grow to become."

As soon as those words left his lips, she felt excruciating, mind-numbing pain shoot up her wrists from where he held them. She had to bite her bottom lip to keep from crying out. Her tormentor saw this and an excited glint crossed his eyes as they changed from onyx to a dilated gold. "But if I would have realized you were an Anodyte… I would have found a way to ravage you in my Universe years ago."

At this point, he kissed her forcefully invading her mouth with his tongue. He released his grip on her wrists (she no longer had the energy to struggle) and bruisingly groped her buttocks while digging his other hand into her back. He lifted her slowly against him to get more friction and a better angle on her mouth, which he was now using to drain her agonizingly slowly of her life essence.

All Gwen registered was the pain. The moment his mouth came down on hers, she should have been outraged and revolted, but all her mind could filter was the insurmountable pain he was inflicting upon her. He was boiling her from the inside out. It was an absolute invasion. He was draining her of every iota of manna she possessed in the most degrading manner she could have ever imagined! She couldn't struggle. She couldn't fight. She couldn't stop the pained tears that were now flowing freely down her pale cheeks. He was killing her!

Then, Kevin 11,000 stopped adsorbing her energy and she stopped feeling the excruciating pain. Unfortunately, now she felt everything else he was doing to her and her tears intensified. She was repulsed by the way; he was kissing her… the way he was running his hands all over her. Her arms were limp. Nothing would respond. This was a nightmare!

Kevin 11,000 finally pulled away and regarded her with lust-filled eyes. "To think, you would give yourself willingly to him. I must admit, Gwendolyn, I'm jealous." He stroked a thumb across her bottom lip, then bit down on it hard enough to break the skin. Gwen whimpered in pain and shut her eyes tight in an effort to block it out. There was so much pain! Kevin 11,000 lapped at her torn swollen lip as he continued to look into her delicate tear-stained face but not her eyes, he noted. She was refusing to meet his gaze even after all this. He loved her defiance!

"I'm not going to kill you," he told her matter-of-factually, conversationally. "They're going to come for you and I'm going to kill them, but I'll come back for you over and over and over…" He crushed his mouth savagely to hers again; excited at the prospect of the things he had planned for her. Gwen shuddered in horror and more tears fell. Nothing this monster had done to her demonstrated he wasn't absolutely capable of making good on his obscene promise.

"And our little Devlin with the beautiful green eyes...?" At the mention of her son, Gwen's eyes finally locked pleadingly with his. "I have a feeling he inherited more than just your eyes, didn't he Gwendolyn?" The sudden horrified widening of those emerald gems was response enough for him and he chortled darkly. "Well in that case. Since, I can't have you; seeing as your services are needed elsewhere…" he violently groped her buttocks again, aggravating the bruise he'd placed there moments earlier and causing her to wince and jolt in agony, "and Anodytes happen to be a predilection of mine… I'm going to absorb every last speck of manna within his treacherous, despicable, miserable excuse for a body and then I'm going to rip out his still-beating heart." More anguished tears fell unbidden from her now-hollowed emerald eyes and down her pallid cheeks.

With those final words, Kevin 11,000 went in for one last torturous kiss. After all, he needed to make sure the traitorous little bastard got a good show. He could already hear the cars approaching.

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