Epicly short chapter, I know sorry.

Chapter Three

Ben groaned as someone shook his shoulder, trying to wake him. Assuming it was either his mom or Gwen, he turned his head, whining. "Five more minutes…"

"Wake up, already!"

Ben's head shot up. That was definitely not a voice he was used to being woken up by. For one thing, neither his mother nor Gwen had a Russian accent.

He was nose to nose with Dexter. Looking around, Ben realized he wasn't in his room at home. Nor was he in his living quarters in the DexLabs building.

He yawned, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. "Whe' a' I?"

The redhead blinked slowly, trying to comprehend the brunette's words. "Um…what…?"

"Where am I?" Ben repeated, this time without the yawn.

"In my laboratory! You fell asleep, idiot!" Dexter snapped accusingly.

"You crashed before I did. I saw you asleep just before I fell out," Ben said with a smirk. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Eleven in the morning."

Ben's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and he was on his feet in an instant, running for the doors. "Crap! I was supposed to be on the training floor at seven! Nigel and Wally are going to murder me!"

Ben tried to slip out of the elevator unnoticed, but failed miserably. The instant he stepped out, he found himself under an angry stare from Nigel. Despite Nigel only being about eleven, while Ben was sixteen, something about being on the receiving end of a disapproving or angry look from the leader of Sector V was disconcerting, even for the Omnitrix wielder.

"…Um…hi…?"

Ben could almost feel the irritated stare behind those sunglasses narrow into a glare. *Oh, man, I'm in for it big time…* he thought, grimacing.

"…'Hi'? You leave us here with these idiots for four hours and all you can say is 'hi'?" Numbuh One glared for a moment more, and then smirked, looking at Numbuh Four before returning his gaze to Ben. "Well, then, I guess we can leave you to handle them for the rest of today's session. See you at four."

The brunette groaned as he enviously watched Nigel and Wally leave, before turning to face the recruits he would be tormented by for the next five hours. *Help…*

After going through the torture of training recruits all day, and then listening to Nigel chew him out for being four hours late, Ben decided to turn in early, around eight.

He went straight to his room and crashed on his bed, still in his clothes. The way he saw it, he was too tired to bother bugging Dexter today, and he was positive that the Whiz Kid would be glad to get through a night without Ben either looking over his shoulder or causing trouble. He was right, really.

*Besides,* he thought, grinning as he started to get drowsy, *last I heard, DeeDee was doing my 'job' for me.*

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I KNOW it's short. Sorry! Oh, and, action-wise, things'll pick up soon.