Hey guys! Did I take too long to update? Well, heres the 4 chapter of Welcome Back Ben 10. I was wondering if I should change it to Welcome back Benjamin Tennyson. Whaddaya think?

Oh and, In my war against gwevin, i have found out something that will keep them apart in the show and Ben 10:Evolutions! Mwahahahahahaha!! Ahem, nothing unique though. Just look at my profile to check it out. And gwevins winning guys. They get more an more stories its kinda scary! Write bwenners write!

DISCLAIMER: Never never! I will always say I do*'* own the Ben 10 franchise! I do*'*! -Lawyers cock their guns-

-Ben and Gwen jump through the roof ready to fight-

Ben:You really gonna try to take out the guy that brought me and Gwen together?

Gwen: Shame on you that's such a bad idea

Lawyers: Eepp...

Gwen was immobilized. She was sprawled on the couch her feet sticking off of it hanging in mid air. The unwanted sunlight from outside the window shone inside the house dimly, barely making it through the clouds that still held evidence of the previous night's rain. But it was deceiving, because it was considerably windy out still, and she was able to hear the trees shake and move with the current of the forceful air. But that wasn't important to her. Here she was, on the couch, having no idea what time it was. She looked around slowly with her eyes knitted together trying to fend off the intense light from the sun outside. Then she smelled bacon. The vile food that she would never eat unless she would starve or if it would save the lives of innocent people. Other than that, she wouldn't touch the stuff. How could someone possibly eat it anyway? It was an animal, and it actually looked disgusting to her as it cooked. What her father and mother possibly saw in that type of food was beyond her.

Her body willed it way to press up against the couch silently. For along time now it seemed she had been doing that. Whether it was at home, or here. Every morning she would just wake up and for a while look in front of her blankly, her beautiful emerald orbs boring into whatever dared get into her path. It made her sad. Even more so than when she thought Max had been missing. But it was because a Tennyson was missing. Missing from her life. And she would do anything to get him back. She was too stunned to do anything that first night when he left. It was an unknown concept to her. In her life especially after that fateful summer she never actually thought he would leave her. Especially not like how he did. Not a single word to her. Just, gone. Gwen had to find out from his mother where he went and why. And she was to taken off guard to do anything else but stare.

The first few nights a feeling crept up from the depths of her and plagued her mercilessly. It was regret. But the poor girl had no idea why. What could she have possibly done that she could regret? She was Gwen Tennyson, a magic user, a hero, a smart sophisticated girl with a very good and caring family. Her parents were geniuses, they actually invented plumber tech and this was a fact she had known for a while thanks to Max (My own little twist). Her Aunt and Uncle used to be plumbers as well but settled down to have a family (Another twist). The fact that they were able to hide it from Max by using alter egos was nothing short of awesome either.

Her Grandpa and Grandma were probably two of the most inspirational people to her ever. Her boyfriend Kevin was tough on the outside, but she knew that there was something on the inside that she liked. It seemed that everyone in her family had something to be proud of. All heroes in their own right in her opinion. But there was something that always ate at her. It was just 'LIKE' with Kevin. Even when she said she loved him her mind would always say like. It puzzled her to no end but she pushed it aside. And then there was Ben. They hated each other as kids. Couldn't be in the same room for more than at the most five whole minutes. Insults were always thrown around relentlessly at the between them. And yet, she missed those times. It was simpler and better back then. No having to save the world as much, no going to the future, and no heroes business. They needed someone to hold onto during their little escapades though. Someone that they knew would understand the responsibility that weighed them down so much as heroes. But she knew he needed it more. Ben; the best person she knows, the funny, kind, heroic boy she grew up with.

These thoughts and feelings broke her apart on the inside the first few nights after the future hero of the earth left Bayville. As smart as she was, there wasn't a single clue in her head. She asked her father, her uncle; and came up with indigestion or sickness. She asked her mother and Aunt; and even though their answers were more plausible than their significant others, they were preposterous. Love. Being a girl Gwen found herself liking those romantic movies and such, but never gave a good thought anywhere near that type of love. She loved her family, her life, and the warm feeling she got whenever she would save people from aliens. But never the less she tried to match up the feeling she got with Kevin.

Again and again. It was unfortunate that this problem was like a puzzle; and it needed matching pieces. They just weren't compatible at all. The feeling that would strike her over and over at night and her boyfriend. They refused to. She didn't give up, however. Although at first she wished she had. There was only one person left for her. And she kept his photo in her room among other ones. Green, warm eyes, Short, brown hair, and a goofy smile to match as he ran from her past self. The emotion that the two female members of her immediate family called as love, seemed to recede at night when she looked at that photo. She found herself smiling almost every time, followed by a few tears escaping her eyes and trailing down her face. But she realized it immediately.

She loved Ben.

Benjamin Tennyson, hero, savior of her life som many times she couldn't even count. And her cousin. And she wasn't as shocked, or appalled, or disgusted with herself as she thought she should have been. It just felt, right to her. But trying to avoid these feelings by getting closer to Kevin, just drew her more to Ben. And when she decided to break it off, only one thing happened; she gave in. That emotion made her happy and sad at the same time. Happiness radiated from her like sunlight, and her parents were so glad that she wasn't depressed anymore. But, sadness was there as well, like it was in the shadows of her. Because he left. But one thing took that away from her. High school wasn't forever, and he would come back soon. The first year she wished he would come back. And he didn't. But the second year-

"Oh you're awake." A voice all too familiar broke her out of her thoughts. She looked behind the couch and the night before all came back to her. Ben stood in the door way holding a bagel with what looked like to be bacon in between it. Normally she would scowl, or use her professional know-it-all-ism to make anyone regret eating it, but she just smiled. He struggled to get the damn thing into his mouth but the bagel obviously did not want to be eaten. He took small nibbles and bites from it reluctantly. It was a much better idea to shove the whole thing into your mouth and stretch it and become deformed right? And possibly choke on it too. He was hold a napkin over it though, which was something in her opinion. At least there would not be any crumbs everywhere. 'He actually got manners. Wow.'

She thought as she sighed contentedly which caused Ben to looked up at her with a piece of bread hanging from his mouth. "Hey youf egfst and toafts are gonna get colft Gwen." She could instantly understand what he said. (A/N: I know some probably got this but eh just in case; "Your eggs and toast are gonna get cold Gwen") She spent part of her life around him and his childishly cute antics. She would be oblivious if she didn't know. "You? You made breakfast? Oh I have to see this." She arose from her seat and brushed past him expecting to see the kitchen in shambles, with smoke coming from every major electrical appliance, the stove having fire from the inside and burnt toast and something that wasn't anything near eggs on the table with stains on the wall. But she shook her head. 'Gotta stop watching those comedy movies.'

But the last thing she expected to see was the kitchen completely clean, with none of what the comedy scene in her mind had predicted. On the table sat her breakfast. It wasn't burnt, or altered like she expected. The toast was a light brown with butter melting on it just how she liked and jelly over it. The eggs were in another plate with cheese melting over them and smoke coming from them. Needless to say she was taken off guard long enough for Ben to sneak up behind her. "You gonna eat or not Gwen? If you don't I will."

He licked his lips and looked at the plate on the table greedily, but it was as obvious as daylight he wasn't serious. But Gwen didn have to show that she knew that. "No dweeb I want it!" She palmed his cheek and pushed him away playfully before walking to the meal; not taking her eyes off of it once. She looked at it questionably exchanging glances at it, and looks at Ben who was still eating the bagel with small bites. "You made this?" He stopped, about to shove the whole thing in his mouth now that it was small enough. It looked kind of funny; his hands were raised over him, and the bagel just above his mouth, and his eyes looking at Gwen semi annoyed.

Her stomach growled just then, breaking his stare and making his snicker at her a little. "You should really focus on eating that and not worrying about who cooked it ya know." He said to her after he finished the bagel. Gwen looked at him again, curious. "Well, did you cook it?" He shook his head with eyes closed in a denying manner and jerked a finger to his right toward the counter. "Nope." She wondered why he had pointed there of all the places or all the things to do before she heard a familiar chuckle. It scared her a bit, actually more surprised than scared. She looked over to the counter and saw a man in a Hawaiian shirt and brown khaki shorts. "Grandpa?" Yes, that's right. Max Tennyson stood before her drinking a glass of apple juice with a smile on his face.

"Morning Gwen."

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