Once again.

Don't own Ben 10.

and an apology in advanced for any spelling, grammatical, contextual or punctuation related errors.

"Ben!" Katie cried out to the older boy.

Ben winced at the pitch of her voice. He had known her since he was little and he still wasn't used to her voice. Both Katie and Mikey were from around his neighborhood, so in the last couple years he had taken to watching them when there parents would go out for a while. Not a steady babysitter of course he was only twelve. But he could watch them for a couple hours during the day to let there parents get some peace and quiet. He also knew that Mikey had a little crush on Katie while she...well she had a crush on him. Much to his chagrin.

"Hey Katie, next time just let the doll go. Then you can just tell everyone that Cash and JT stole your doll so they could play with it." he said as he strolled over and picked up her doll. He carefully picked it up and tossed it over to her.

"But its my favorite doll, my dad gave it to me for my first birthday." she said softly as she stroked the dolls hair. Ben just shrugged. Girls and there dolls. He thought to himself. After making sure she was ok he turned to face the boy hanging in the tree.

"and you Mikey... Good job, and I mean that. It took guts to stand up to those guys, and you kinda remind me of someone I know." he said with a very self important tone. Mikey however wasn't happy at all. He just hung there and looked sullen.

"Well we should at least get you down from there." Ben said as he climbed up the tree.

Moments later.

"you didn't have to help you know, I could have taken them." Mikey said crossing his arms as he Ben and Katie walked through the park. He couldn't look either of them in the eye, his tough guy act wasn't that good.

"What are you talking about. Cash and JT put you up there in less than a minute. If Ben hadn't shown up you would still be up there, and so would I." she said in a scolding manner. Ben raised an eyebrow at her.

"Naa. I bet Mikey coulda taken at least one of them. However..." he started as he turned to the younger boy. " Violence is never the answer.... well at least straight forward violence never is. Next time don't shout at them first. It may be impressive and heroic but once they notice you you've lose the element of surprise." he said holding both his hands out in a flashy manner.

"anyway, you two should head home, your parents should be back by now." he said making a shooing gesture at them.

"Alright." the two of them said in unison as they headed off in the direction of there houses. However before they made it to far Ben grabbed Mikey by the arm and brought him over to where he was standing.

"don't worry about it, she'll come around. Besides you were more the hero today than I was." he whispered to the younger boy. Before patting him on the back and sending him on his way.

"Thanks, Ben." Mikey said with a half hearted smile as he made his way back to where Katie waited for him.

As the pair walked away from him Ben couldn't help but feel happy for the two of them. He knew that one day her crush on him would dissipate and she would realize that her hero was next to her the whole time.

"Ahh... young love... still to mushy for me." he said as he reached into his pants pocket and produced a small folded peace of paper. "Now time to make sure I don't die of starvation this summer.... or worse have to eat grandpas cooking."

He stood at the counter of the local supermarket with a small cartload of items. Just things that he was going to need on a daily basis that his grandfather didn't seem to believe in. Milk, eggs, butter, cereal, and last but not least chocolate.

The clerk looked down at the young boy and his items. " getting ready for a summer trip with your grandpa I see." the kindly old lady said as she handed him his change.

"yeah you know him... crazy cuisine for breakfast lunch AND dinner." he stated flatly.

As he left the store he wondered exactly what had happened to his grandfather to make his taste buds so...so inhuman. As he considered this he came to a crosswalk that currently told him to stop. He set his bags down and waited for the light to change. This light however didn't seem to want to let him go.

Ben looked down at his watch. "I'm going to be late." he said as he tapped his foot on the sidewalk in irritation.

Not that his watch had ever told time. Nope since the day he found it the thing could do everything but tell time. He was, however, considering taking a "shortcut" home. His considering was cut short when after a few seconds he heard something approaching from down the street. Sirens.

He squinted to see what was going on, and what was going on appeared to be a high speed chase. In the split second he identified the situation a number of things ran though his head. first was that the car was headed in the direction he had sent his young friends. Second was that this driver seemed all over the road and as such more than just a danger to himself. Third, he considered the lack of bystanders, and what that meant for him. And lastly he thought of a promise he made to his grandfather.

After taking everything into account in that split second he made a decision. He reached down into one of his grocery bags and produced both the jug of milk and the eggs he had bought, as the speeding car drew nearer. He calmly undid the top of the milk and opened the carton of eggs.

"Well so much for breakfast." he thought sullenly to himself as he tossed both containers into the street. However before they ever had a chance to land on pavement they fell straight into the windshield of the speeding car.

The next sequence of events happened slowly for Ben. He could clearly see the panic on the drivers face as the contents of his grocery list hit his car. He could also see the smoke from the tires stopping so suddenly, as the car swerved to the side of the road. And the last thing he saw before grabbing up the remainder of his possessions was the out of control car smashing front first into a nearby telephone poll.

As he walked away he could here the police pulling the man from the vehicle and reading him his rights. After the suspect had been cuffed and stuffed into the cruiser the officers turned to find that the mysterious person who had helped them had vanished.

"Guess the yolks on him" Ben chuckled to himself, as he made his way home.