A/N: I'm going to start finishing up some of my stuff. Such as this. I mean, one more chappie left, so I'm gonna finish this, start working deeper on another songfic series like 'Gwevin & Everything After' but in Gwen's POV… alrite, so time for this final chapter….

Disclaimer: wow. I don't own Ben 10. is that really a shocker to you?

Britania's eyes blinked open in the bright lights. The tendrils of weak and thin sunlight was filtering in from the cracks. She rubbed one fist across her eyelid to wipe the sleep from it before she realized the box was rocking impossibly hard. The girl's gaze whipped over to the dark ex-con that she had spent her time in the box with who was throwing all his weight against the wood in hopes to splinter it or at least knock it open enough to squeeze an arm out and search for a crow bar or something. She watched as he kept throwing himself at it rapidly, only to end up with splinters of wood stuck to his bare skin.

Kevin's breathing was rapid and almost frantic. He knew it was morning. He knew they were in the garage. He knew everyone in all the other boxes needed him to break them out as soon as possible. He shouldered his way against the wood. Splinters embedded themselves in his skin. His expression twisted into one of pain for only a moment before he went at it again.

"You're going to hurt yourself," said Brittany, working the best she could to stretch a bit before reaching over to touch his arm. Her eyes noticed one thing in the darkness. His shirt was gone. "Where's your shirt?" she asked softly.

He tossed his head in her direction without a word before throwing himself at the wood once again in another broken attempt to at least bend the wood. He was getting sore and tired and he hadn't slept all night. A box wasn't as comfortable as the backseat of his car or the bed in his room in his mother's garage.

The girl had to look down and found that she was wrapped up in his shirt. "Why'd you do that?" she asked in a near snarl, upset that someone like him had to take care of her.

His response was simple. "You were shivering. I took care of it." Kevin shifted a bit to look at his arm. It was covered in sharp splinters that were drawing blood from his skin and he bit his lip. It hurt a lot more when he saw it. When he ignored it, he didn't care. Kevin fought back a moan that was crawling up his throat.

"Seriously, stop." Her fingers touched his arm softly. "Just stop. You're going to hurt yourself."

"I've been hurt worse than this before," he said, voice cracking only a tiny bit from the pain. "I've been a monster most of my life and this is redemption for that. I'm helping the best that I can instead of killing." Kevin pulled out the worst splinters for a matter of seconds before shaking his head for a moment and throwing himself back at the wood for another round of trying to break out of it.

"Kevin, really, stop." She touched his arm again, this time trying to pull him away from the wood. Her voice was gentle but firm. "Just stop."

He paused. Then very slowly, he sat back against one side of the box and took in a few deep breaths, calming himself down slowly. He moved one hand over to touch his bloodied arm that was only getting worse as he kept trying. Kevin let his eyes fall shut. "We have to get out of here."

There were voices outside of the crate. "Listen, Ben, I swear I heard voices here like five minutes ago so if you could go Spidermonkey and rip one open just to check, that'd be great. And Kevin's not here, which worries me even more. Because if this is tech, we're going to burn it before he realizes it's here."

Kevin's obsidian orbs appeared once again. "GWEN!" he called as loudly as he could. He started pounding on the box with his fists instead of with his shoulder as it would only cause him more pain. "GWEN, IN HERE!"

The immediate clicking of heels on the concrete ground was followed by a green flash of light.

Kevin kept pounding, feeling the splinters pierce his flesh and he knew he was going to be sore for a while and it'd take some serious recovering in bed for a couple hours and at least a day's worth of sleep. He really needed to just relax, but he couldn't. Not when he was trapped. It was almost worse than being in the monster body that had confined him for so long.

The top was ripped off by two pairs of furry blue paws and was followed by a short laughing screech that was clearly Spidermonkey's familiar cry.

There was a small voice in the background that Kevin could only pick out as he was pulled from the box by the furry blue alien creature. "Kevin, oh my god, Kevin. What the heck happened to you? Why were you in a box? You're bleeding. Kevin, just stay still, alright? I'll go get something to clean you up with."

He felt himself on the couch in the garage. "Thanks, Benji."

A green flash of light appeared behind his eyelids. "Kevin, you're totally claustrophobic and don't deny it." Ben's footsteps headed for the table where Kevin assumed he was picking up his smoothie cup with the smiling face on the side of it.

There was the rustling of the box as Britania hauled herself out and vaulted over the edge of it. "Okay, that was insane," she muttered before looking around at all the other boxes that were around the garage. She knew the rest of the Osmosians were in there. The golden haired girl grabbed a crowbar off the nearby table and started pulled at the lids on them.

"Kevin, you brought back a hot chick. Think Gwen'll be mad?" Ben's voice betrayed the smirk that Kevin couldn't see.

"I love your cousin. Britania is the princess of Osmoa. There's no contest, Benji." Kevin blinked one eye open to look at his arm. It was stained in scarlet. He regretted looking.

The clicking of heels came back, signaling Gwen's return. A wet towel started wiping at his bloodied arm. "Kevin, you idiot."

"Thanks," he replied with a satisfied smile, glad that he could piss her off without even trying.

"And you brought back a dumb blonde," snorted Gwen, gaze not casting away from Kevin, but she had caught sight of the girl as she had rushed back to her beloved boyfriend. "Great. And why was your shirt off? Kevin, please don't tell me you-"

"Brit is the princess of Osmoa. I saved her and in the rest of the boxes are other Osmosians. They need more help than I do." Kevin managed to sit up on the couch with a whole lot of effort. He took the damp cloth from Gwen. "I'll take care of myself."

There was a solemn stare from Gwen, eyes glowing with pride. She slowly rose from her boyfriend's side and headed over to help the girl with the bleached blonde hair. They snapped one lid off of a crate. Inside were sleeping people, each looking so close to human that it was hard to tell that they weren't. But the older looking ones had horns protruding from their scalps. Instead of questioning this, Gwen just reached in and began to wake them gently from their slumber as Britania moved onto the next crate of people.

Ben's sneakers squeaked against the concrete as he went over to help these people. He looked back at Kevin for a mere moment as the dark teen winced in pain as he ripped another splinter from his arm. He watched his friend shudder in pain before wiping away more blood and continuing. And the brunette Tennyson moved on, going to help this alien race. They needed it. Much more than Kevin did.

A long period of time passed as Gwen healed the Osmosians as much as she could while Ben was still trying to pull some boxes apart. Britania was assuring the scared ones that they would be fine by comforting them as well as she could. Kevin sat there in his misery, trying to take care of his arm by pulling splinters and wiping away the blood. Once that was finished, he wrapped it up with some gauze from the first aid kit in his car and headed to help Ben rip more boxes apart. He looked over to his friend. "Ben, there's still more," he murmured, trying to keep Gwen from hearing, knowing that she would be upset if she knew how he'd found out about this.

"How many?" he asked, also keeping his voice low.

"About a hundred more." Kevin pried the top off, the wood almost shattering inside the box if he hadn't caught it from falling on the people inside. "Argit tried to cut me in on it. He didn't know that I'm one of them. He doesn't even know these ones are missing." He tossed the wood to the side in a pile that Ben had started. "He's trying to pay me back so we're fair. But it doesn't work when he cuts me in on things like this."

"You still know where this place is?" Ben reached one hand in and pulled out a small little girl that appeared to be about six or seven who was shaking and quivering. A quiet moan escaped her and she clung to the hero in the green jacket as if for dear life.

Kevin nodded quickly, his obsidian gaze flicking over to Gwen to be sure that she was still working instead of listening in. "I can take you and Brittany there tonight so we can raid the place and bring the last of them. And a couple of extra Plumbers can take them in a ship back to Osmoa."

"Why don't you want Gwen in on it?" asked Ben, holding the tiny child tightly to his chest, realizing that he could feel its ribcage and the frail bones in its arms. He watched as Kevin reached in to haul out the next child with the gentlest touch he had ever seen of the dark teen. Kevin had offered a hand out and pulled out a little boy who only seemed to be four or so. The little boy was sobbing uncontrollably and Kevin just hugged him and stroked his hair for a few moments until the mother had made her way out of the crate to take both children from the two boys and carry them towards Gwen.

"She'll know I was trying to make a deal with Argit. And we don't want her to know that, do we?"

Ben sighed. "Kevin, she knows you can't change as fast as she wants you to, but you can't totally cut her out on the deals. You can't lie to her. You don't want to lie to her either, I can tell. So just be honest and she'll be understanding. And if you hadn't tried to cut in on this deal, all these people would be dead in a matter of days." He reached a hand in and helped an elderly man from the box. "You just have to help her understand why you do these things, Kev."

He just nodded and continued to help. He would talk with the redhead later.

"One more box," noted Ben, knowing that Kevin wasn't going to talk much more. He grabbed for the crowbar that Britania had been using earlier to rip off the lid. People flooded out in a rush, all of them stronger than the ones in the last crates that had been pried open.

None of them wanted help except for one elderly woman with horns spiking from her long flowing silver hair. Kevin reached in to offer her help. Instead, she reached out and ran her fingers through his ebony hair until she smiled. The woman took his hand and let herself be pulled from the box. Afterwards, she blinked respectfully at him. "Bless you, hatchling." And the woman had slowly headed off in the direction of Gwen and Britania.

"Hatchling," snickered Ben.

"I'm considered as a hatchling to Osmosians. But this also means I'll live longer." Kevin flicked Ben's nose to annoy his friend before heading off towards Gwen and Brittany to discuss how they were going to raid Argit's torture camp.

A/N: just one more chapter of this, okay? I thought it'd be the last one, but nope. Sorry. Review!

~Sky