I have changed the name of the story what to do what to do to my nightmares...

now i dont think thats a good title so help is really appreciated!

Oh! and! much thanks to RandomDraggon, even though this chapter is not completed! hahaha!

Ben: Why does the ultra dweeb have to be in this story?

Gwen: what is with you and talking in third person.

Ben: Huh?

Me: ...*Bam* i hate u gwen!

Ben:oww! why'd u hit me!

Me: oh sorry wrong person. It's dark in here.

Gwen: were at the beach, at noon.

me: well...its dark kay?

Ben: maybe its because of that thing?

me: nooo thats my thinking cap!

ben: *wsprs to gwen* i dont think its working

Gwen: *nods*

Me: *Bam*

Ben: Oww!

Me: opps wrong person. It's dark in here.

Ben&gwen: *anoyed sigh*

Me: *Bam*


from first chapty,
"Ben, is this about, yah no…what happened? With the omnitrix?" Ben closed his eyes. When he opened them, he had brought his wrist up to his face. He brought his other hand up and traced the scars that laid where the most powerful device on the planet used to be. And then, his answer came.

"Yes..."

Gwen reached her hand down the hero. Placing it softly on his shoulder she inspected him for any physical wounds. Ben groaned in response, tossing his body closer to the wall, allowing himself to glare holes into it. Gwen let lout a defeated sigh, " You should get some rest Ben," while standing Gwen looked back over her shoulder, with a smirk she commented, "You look like you need it." Ben's eyes already began to droop. Not because of the late hour, but because of how the darkness was so welcoming around him. He loved the warmth the sheets gave him while wrapped so tightly around his small form. Cuddling closer he let his mouth crack into a small smile as his mind wandered onto all the good times the summer had lead him to have.

While walking to the front of the RV Gwen paused for a minute to look at her Grand father, who by now was laying on his back. His body spread out on the makeshift bed he had created for himself in the beginning of the summer. She winced visibly at the saliva starting to build up around his chin. Sighing Gwen walked over to Max while placing a large blanket over him, using the corner of the sheet she wiped the drool of her Grandfather. Quickly, she made her way to the bathroom, to eliminate any surviving drool that still remained on her hand. When she finished her small hand wrapped around her lips to cover up a yawn that had been forming. She glared at herself through the mirror for not taking the nap she had so rightfully deserved. Of course her mind wandered to all the other times she was able to have a bit of time to herself, but was always blocked off by the constant bickering of her cousin, Ben. She mentally cursed him for being such a dweeb. Gwen looked over her shoulder at the now sleeping sighed softly, 'pull yourself together Gwen. He's been through a lot, gotta give him props for keeping this up so long..' She thought silently to herself. Walking to the booth she grabbed her laptop, shielding her eyes from the light that came from the screen in the dark area she began typing. Her fingers grazed over the keyboard in a dance. The tapping sound, sounded rhythmically with her fingers, never halting for a seconds notice.

At this time, Ben had began to groan and stir in his sleep, memories and battles flooding his unconscious mind.

Under closed eyelids, the green eyes darted back and forth, entering the ten year old into a state of R.E.M. Beads of sweat gathered on the forehead as the small body thrashed in his sleep.

Inside of the nightmare the boy floated in darkness. He moved his legs to find ground, but continued to feel as though suspended by an invisible force. His mind raced to a certain ghoul alien, but before long he was proven wrong.

In front of him was a blurry picture. The image looked to be a portrait being melted away by buckets of rain. Greens, blues, oranges, and reds mixed together to make a fairly ugly color of black. The Ten year old's eyes widen in awe, and yet fear still knotted in his throat. His hand outstretched, his fingers grazed against the image. Surprising the brunette his hand pushed threw what seemed like a hard surface. A dull sensation wrapped around his finger tips, as though he was trying to feel the texture of a rose under water.

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now remember this chapter is not done,

i thought it was agonizing enough putting nothing up. darnit!

If you would like to give me ideas to continue this please dont hesitate!