Thanks to those that have been reading the story. Although I have watched all of the Ben 10 shows, I will likely not remember every single girl that every appeared. Due to this fact, I want to ask those reading to suggest any girls from the shows that I will have to find a way to incorporate. Currently, I have: Gwen, Lucy, Kai, Julie, female Kevin, Turbine, Frightwig, Looma, Attea, Ester, Eight-Eight, Swift, Rojo, Isosceles, Elena, and female Albedo. Also, I will slip a Marvel girl in here and there.

I will be coming up with whatever plot lines I possibly can to fit all of them into one cohesive story. Forgive me if my writing is not then greatest fanfic ever. It is a little challenging to incorporate all of these characters from different shows into a single summer vacation.

With that little future apology, here is another chapter.

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I did not expect the animosity between Ben and Gwen to be that bad. They both didn't seem to like the fact that the other was on the trip with Grandpa Max as well. They didn't seem to have a problem with me, the only person in the RV that did not share genetic code with the rest. This left me and Grandpa Max to have to mediate their little feud like they were the Scottish clans with centuries of murder between them.

Thankfully, we finally pull into our stop for the night. Grandpa Max had reserved us a campsite at a state forest. An additional plus is that the nearest campsite to ours is well out of argument hearing range of our spot.

We climbed out of Grandpa's RV (affectionately named the Rust Bucket) and looked around the camp. I have finally just started referring to Grandpa Max as Grandpa. I have just found it to be easier to refer to him as that. Ben and Gwen already do so I am just going with the flow.

Once we pull to a stop, I rush out of the door of the RV and drop to my knees on the ground. I look up to the sky shouting, "Thank you, God. I couldn't have stranded another moment with those children."

"Hey, we aren't that bad," Gwen says as she gets out of the RV. I look back to give her a look that says I am not buying that. Despite physically mature Gwen is, she always mentally reverts when around Ben. Her bright green eyes look out at me from a gorgeous face. Her long red hair hangs down to the small of her back. If my eyes were to drop, I would see the curves of a well-developed bust and the beautiful legs of a trained athlete.

"Oh, really," I ask her. "'Ben stop bumming that annoying song. I am trying to study.' 'I got out of school. I don't have to bother with that stuff for another three months. Have fun being alone with your cats in your not so distant future.' 'Says the guy who will never get a date because the girls know your equipment is smaller than a thimble.' You two would not stop the entire time.

"Peter isn't wrong, Gwen," Grandpa Max says as he leaves the RV wearing his iconic Hawaiian shirt. "You and your cousin have been going at it for the entire trip so far. Can you try not to antagonize each other just a little bit?"

"Fine, but Ben has to stop too," she says.

"What did I do?" he asks. "I am over here, being completely neutral, and Gwen gets on my case over the smallest little things."

"You were chewing with your mouth open," Gwen says. "It was disgusting and you were spreading crumbs literally everywhere. I don't feel like cleaning up after you so that we don't get ants."

"Guys," Grandpa Max says in a warning tone. "If you two keep at it like this, I won't be opposed to calling this trip a wash and heading back to Bellwood."

"You can't do that to me," Ben says, falling to his knees, begging Grandpa Max. "Knowing that I would have this trip is the only way that I made it through sophomore year. Please. Pleeeeeeease?" I didn't even know that a male teenager could perform puppy dog eyes until Ben just proved it possible.

"Alright, fine," Grandpa Max says. "It is starting to get dark, so we should probably get dinner started. I am thinking we can have some marinated mealworms that I have been preparing."

"Up, Grandpa Max?" I ask. "While I don't think that it would be the need of the world if we had to eat mealworms, maybe we should start off with something a smidge more ordinary. Like hotdogs."

Grandpa Max looks at Ben and Gwen who share queasy expressions at the thought of grubs. "Okay, fine. More for me then. No matter what we eat, we need to build up a fire. Ben and Pete, you grab some firewood. Me and Gwen can start preparing the food."

"Come on, Benny boy," I say, walking towards the forest. "I bet I can get more wood than you."

"Dude, we need flashlights!" he shouts after me.

"Dude, we have phones!" I call right back.

I can hear the grumbles in his voice as he follows. It makes me truly happy.

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"Uh, why isn't there more dead wood?" Ben asks. "We are in a forest. The ground should be covered in sticks."

"Dude, we are almost carrying as much as possible," I say. "Why do you want there to be even more?"

"It would have made this so much easier," he says. "Are you trying to tell me that you enjoy roaming around the forest, at night, in the dark, with only a phone to light the path?"

"I don't really hate it," I admit. "The cool air, the scent of pine, the starry night. It isn't all that bad." When I look up at the sky, I see a comet streak across it. What is confusing me is that the comet seems to be getting bigger.

"Hey, Ben," I say. "Does that look like it is getting bigger?"

He looks up and squints a bit before saying, "Yep, that doesn't look too good."

As it got bigger in the sky, I worried that it was going to hit right where we were standing. If it did, it wouldn't matter if we ran because the shock wave would take us out.

Before it gets to close for comfort, it veers off to the side. It dips below the tree line where we can't see it and impacts the ground with a resounding explosion.

I look to Ben. "We shouldn't go and see what it is, right?" I ask.

"Of course not," he says.

"I mean that is how everyone always gets killed by the aliens five minutes into the movie," I say.

"Every movie that I have seen," Ben agrees.

We look at each other for a few seconds and promptly drop our cargo of firewood and sprint full speed towards the site of the impact.

"I'm going to get there first!" I shout.

"Not if I can help it!" Ben shouts back.

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We both slide to a stop upon seeing a massive furrow carved into the ground by whatever crashed. Luckily, we were able to stop in time before falling in.

We track the newly made trench as it becomes deeper until we find where it stops. Inside, there is what appears to be a metal rolly-poly.

"I wonder what that is?" I ask.

"I'm not going down there," Ben replies.

Right then, the ground at the edge where we were standing crumbles. We are sent sliding down the slope and into the hole.

When we get up, we hear a whirring and a hissing sound. We glance over to the space rolly-poly to see that it is opening up. Inside, we see two things floating.

The first is a watch with an hourglass-ish shape on the dial. The body of the watch is grey, black and white, with the dial being green and grey.

The other object looks like a sphere with a different symbol from the watch. Two stacked diamonds make up the center of the symbol. A V extends from the point of the upper diamond and another V extends up from the lower part of the top diamond. This pattern is mirrored with the bottom diamond as well. With the sphere being black and with the white lines, it looks a little like a spider.

We subconsciously take a step forward and reach out towards the objects. Promptly, they shoot forward at our outstretched hands.

The watch seems to turn to goo, latch onto Ben's left wrist and reform while the sphere turns to goo as well before shooting onto and into my hand. I feel an itch spread throughout my body before returning to normal.

Ben and I look at each other before trying to somehow undo what just happened. He tries to wrench the watch off while I try to figure out how to get whatever that black thing was out of my body.

"Get off of me!"

"Get out of me!"

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"Do you know what is taking Ben and Pete so long to get some firewood?" Gwen asks Grandpa Max.

"No," he admits. "But they are probably fine."