Hi, everyone. I'm so sorry I didn't update. I have been sick and had Fever recently. But I'm well now, so, here is an update! I'm sorry if it's kind of all over the place, it got away from me. And I kind of need some help; I don't really know how to continue this, but I don't want to discontinue it. So, if some of you could give me any ideas it would be very helpful.

I will post another fic as an apology,please check that out.

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Chapter-3

Rook was getting worried. Ben had been uncharacteristically silent for a while, a long while. He seemed to be 'spacing-out', as they say.

'Is he alright?' Rook thought to himself. He decided to ask him.

"Ben, are you alright?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine." Ben answered halfheartedly.

"Are you sure?" Rook prompted.

Yes, I'm fine. Just tired." Insisted, it was true, after all. Practice was absolutely draining.

Meanwhile, Ben was feeling anxious. What if those Necrofriggian children were Big Chill's? Admittedly, they were born independent and could take care of themselves, just as all other Necrofriggian babies. Even though, they have his DNA; that makes him their parent, which makes him responsible for their safety.

It wasn't like he hadn't thought of them before, he had, in fact, quite often. Every now and then, when he had nothing to do, he would look up at the stars and wonder. He would wonder if they were well, if they were safe, most of all, he would wonder if he would ever see them again.

Ben hadn't told anyone about them, aside from those who were at the side, his Grandpa Max was the only one he told. And, right now, he needed to tell someone. The sudden thought hit him like a sledgehammer. He needed someone to know, someone to tell him that his worries are unfounded, that he is getting ahead of himself, that he was jumping to conclusions without having all the facts. And Rook would have to be that someone.

Ben takes a deep breath, "Rook, I need to tell you something." He let importance drip into the words. "Its's important."

Rook looks at him, he can sense just how important this is for Ben. "I am listening."

'Well, I, uhh… How do I say this?" Ben fumbled for the words to say. This seemed easier in his head. "Sometime after I put the Omnitrix back on, I kind lost control of one of my aliens, Big Chill. I didn't lose control per say… His instincts were acting up. Later, we found out that…" He hesitated this part was a little strange to talk about. "It was… Big Chill's reproductive phase."

Rook blinked, "Yes, well, Necrofriggians reproduce every 80 years"

"yeah, I found out later. So, I, or Big Chill, gave birth. There were 14 babies. One was incredibly small, like a plush toy." He remembered fondly. "They flew into space shortly after."

"Ben, are you worried that this flock might be your flock?"

Ben just nodded, having someone else voice his thoughts made it seem all the more real. "I don't know why, but it just might be them."

"Do not worry, whether they are or not, we will save the same, right, partner?" Rook asked with a confident smirk.

"Right" Ben returned with an equivalent.