The drive to the pool was silent for Sam and Finn. They didn't seem to know what to say to each other.

"So, why do you think he'll be there again?" Sam asked, for what seemed like the fiftieth time.

"He had a swimming costume when he unpacked, and sometimes when I'm really close to him, I smell chlorine." Finn instantly regretted saying the last part, but Sam hadn't noticed.

"Yeah, me too. Chlorine and strawberries." Sam sighed dreamily.

"Well, the strawberries are probably one of Kurt's shampoos," Finn said.

"I really don't understand what's happening to me," Sam thought. "I can't stop thinking about him. I can't stop thinking about what he's doing, what he's thinking – specifically what he's thinking of me, which is kind of awkward, even if it's only in my head."

"Sam's been acting kind of weird, but I'm sort of grateful for that. It means he probably hasn't realised how weird I've been acting," thought Finn. "For some reason, I wanted to… to…. Give Ben a hug Ben last night. He looked so strangely restless in that bed. He was just begging for me to ask if I could hold him."

If Rachel had been there, she'd probably have made some comment about the fact that "the positions you two are making are very theatrical blah blah blah", but she wasn't. Finn didn't really know where she was anymore – whatever had possessed her to be doing stuff like that, hadn't come from inside of her. It was something foreign, something wrong.

"I don't even know why the way Rachel's acting bothers me –she made it clear that she totally doesn't care about me at all by the way that she acted. Rachel's insane, and I think I should try ignoring her for a while." Finn's thoughts were interrupted by the pool coming in sight.

"Almost there," Sam said, half-heartedly, like his mind was elsewhere.

"Yeah," Finn said lazily, pulling into the pool's parking area. He found a spot, clicked the car locked and they both walked towards the pool. They moved towards the stands and sat down. "Do you see Ben anywhere?" They both looked at the lanes and noticed a figure gliding easily through a butterfly stroke, and simply stared for a while.

The way that Ben swam was mesmerizing, intoxicating even. The two teenagers just goggled hopelessly. Ben was doing lap after lap after lap. He wasn't stopping, wasn't faltering – didn't miss a beat, swing his arm the wrong way or even kick out wrong. His breaths were timed impeccably, and his entire being was moving across the pool easily. After half an hour, Ben reached out of the pool and pulled himself out, walking towards the change rooms. It took Finn and Sam a moment to realize that he had left, eyes still glued to the spot where he had been just a second before.

"We should… follow him?" asked Sam, still unwilling to move.

"Yeah. Yeah, we should," Finn agreed, and they both walked away, slightly dazed and confused.

Ben was getting changed when Sam and Finn walked in. "What are you guys doing here?" he asked, with a mildly oblivious look.

"We were looking for you," Finn replied. "We got worried."

"And you knew I was going to be here…" Ben was waiting for an explanation.

"You brought a swimming costume to my house," Finn said. "And you always smell of a sickly sweet chlorine," Finn thought.

"Yeah, right. Forgot about that." He pulled his arm close to his face, and sniffed. "I try my best to wash it out but I'm always in the pool, so…"

Finn recoiled in shock. "Wash out… wash out what?" he said, feigning ignorance.

"Oops, sorry. I do that often," Ben said, still living in his own little world.

"Do what?"

"Answer things posed in ridiculous thought/voiceover."

"Thought/voiceover?" Sam just looked confused, as though the answer he'd been expecting was not provided.

"Well, did you think I was some kind of mystical mind reader or something?" Ben asked, slightly frustrated as he finished getting dressed.

"I didn't really care, so long as you looked at me," Sam thought, although what actually came out was "Yeah, kind of."

Ben suppressed a smile as he picked up his bag of clothes. He ran a hand through his hair and, with a sizzle, it dried.

"Wouldn't that burn you, or something?" Finn asked.

"No, it's a relatively safe temperature," Ben replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I need to get going, see you at your place – okay?" With that, he started to walk out of the change room.

Sam grabbed his arm. "Wait! You haven't answered any of our questions."

"Well I'm sure they would have been a lot easier to answer if they'd been asked," Ben replied, seeming a little testy.

"We're asking them now," Sam said, "specifically so that you don't leave," was what followed in his head.

"Oh please, you're not worried for me, you're worried for yourselves. You want to know if you've got on my good graces or not. Sorry if I've intimidated you or made you feel uncomfortable but, quite frankly, you brought it all on yourselves."

"I would think that he talked too much if I wasn't so afraid that he could hear what I'm thinking," Finn thought, and Sam's face simply read confusion. He hadn't noticed, however, that he was still holding Ben's hand. Suddenly, a pulse ran through from his fingers into him, and it did hurt – a little, maybe not too much, but still enough to make him upset.

"What was that for?" Sam said, shaking his arm.

"I was afraid you'd lost all feeling in it, seeing as it hadn't moved in so long, and was only too happy to oblige you regaining it," Ben looked a little ticked off, but other than that neither boy thought that he could seriously do them any damage. Finn moved to stand in front of the door.

"Please don't go," he thought. "We're not done asking you questions yet," he said.

"How did you get here anyway? It's not like you have a car or anything," Sam asked.

Ben spun on his heel to look at him. "I drove the TARDIS. Anything else?"

"How come you know what we're thinking? How come you always know the right thing to say, the right thing to do…" "how come you know everything?," was the next question.

"I know 'everything' as you so eloquently put it because of the source of my psyonic energy," Ben said.

"I didn't ask how you knew everything," Sam said.

"You and I both know that you did," came the unsatisfying reply, and Finn simply looked puzzled.

"Did you come here to push me around, or did you come here to help?" Ben asked.

"To help," they both said in unison.

"But sometimes a little pushing doesn't really –"

"You came here to help me," Ben cut off. "And whilst I'm grateful, I really don't need help at the moment. So, thanks but no thanks. Can I go now?" He gave Finn a look that melted something deep inside of him. "Please just let me leave, Finn." With that, Finn walked to the side and let Ben pass.

"You just let him go?" Sam asked, but there was no use. Finn was too busy staring at Ben leave.

"He walks really-"

"SERIOUSLY JUST SHUT UP!" Ben yelled from a few metres away.