A/N: okay, just winging it! New poll up on my profile! Vote on it!

She held him to the seat, hoping he'd survive. Hoping for a miracle. She ran her fingers through the deep ebony strands of his hair. Gwen reached to his pocket to look for the keys. Where were they? Where were the keys? Why wasn't Ben there? Where was he? Why didn't he show?

"Oh my God," Gwen murmured, fumbling over the keys for a few seconds, looking for the right one while Kevin laid limp beside her in the passenger seat. Her green gaze cast over to him for a second to make sure his chest was still rising and falling in the rhythm to his breathing. At least he was breathing.

Her auburn tinted hair fell into her emerald eyes and she regretted pulling it down again for him, the way he liked it. He liked to run his fingers through it. She hissed when the next key she tried didn't work. Neither did the next one. Or the next one.

This got the girl frustrated. She finally got the right one, feeling the engine hum to life beneath her and it purred like a kitten.

"Kev?" she asked. "You still there?"

There was a nearly inaudible moan and she put a hand over his. Gwen looked over to see him still breathing, still alive. Her heart pounded and she floored the gas and took the car onto the darkened black highway.

"It hurts…" he groaned beside her. Kevin squeezed Gwen's hand, reassuring her that he could fight it.

Gwen wasn't convinced. She kept the speedometer around a hundred and some miles an hour. Her adrenaline was pumping faster. The redhead looked down at him to see his eyes shut and his face twisted into a grimace of agony. "I'm sorry," she muttered.

"S'kay," he was able to say, feeling the poison set in. He writhed slightly, trying to fight it so not to worry Gwen.

She would never be convinced. Her eyes were focused on the road. "It's my fault," she growled, sick of hearing him tell her he was fine and that she didn't do it.

"No, it's not," he insisted for a moment, ready to go on only to shudder violently as his body began to give in. "Ben should've been here."

The redhead reached over to run a finger along his cheek, feeling his rocky face cold as ice. "Kevin, don't leave me yet."

Another shiver consumed him and he felt it all going fuzzy. He couldn't find the energy to answer her. His mind was numbing. His throat was dry and closing in. His chocolate eyes began to close slowly as he shook.

The tears welled up in her eyes and she saw all the lights ahead go blurry. "Kevin, I'm right here. Don't lose my voice. I'm here."

His body was still.

"Kev, I'm here," she cried, knowing it was too late for anything. He was fading away faster than she had hoped.

Kevin's skin burned like fire as he realized this was the end. He closed his hand a little tighter around Gwen's knowing it was all he could do before his fingers went dead. He was losing all feeling.

Her tears turned to sobs and she let the car's engine take a short break, slowing it down. Her eyes began to hurt as the tears faded and Kevin was still beside her.

His chest didn't rise and fall. He didn't move. He didn't open his perfect obsidian eyes. He lay there, so cold. So still.

Gwen felt her heart shattering and she sank into the seat, her head back against the leather as she looked up to the ceiling. The girl prayed for a miracle. She prayed for a small hope. Anything. Anything to keep Kevin with her. She put her hand on his chest to feel the familiar warmth disappearing within him. "Kevin, I'm sorry."

Not sure what to do, she took the car back to the garage and sat there for a while, keeping quiet. She knew this wouldn't be easy. She'd have to tell Ben that he was dead. She'd have to call his mom and explain. It would take forever. Gwen felt her head throbbing at the thought of it. And at the aspect of living without Kevin.

Her life would be a mess. She'd never want to live. He was all she really wanted in the world. She got up every day to see his face, his smile. She got up to hear him laugh. Without him… she was nothing. She was just another girl with another cousin fighting another group of aliens out to destroy the world. Kevin made it special. He made everything right.

Feeling the failure setting in like the poison, Gwen began crying harder than before, her whole body rattling with the pain of it.

She had felt him die beneath her fingers. She had watched his perfect darkened eyes close for the last time. She had seen his final breath and his strong chest fall.

Confused, shattered, and lonely, Gwen took her hand and put it over him one last time, just for good measure. He was cold as stone. Kevin was gone.

Her heart broke.

Gwen left the garage, Kevin still in the passenger seat.

The next morning, she took Ben down, not having the heart to tell him what really happened. The tears still streamed down her face uncontrollably. Her heart pounded, hoping that she would be able to survive seeing his body again with the absence of his life and soul.

"Hey, Kevin," Ben called into the garage as he had his arm around Gwen, hoping that his friend would be able to comfort her better than he could. He didn't even understand what was wrong.

The redheaded girl gave another shudder and put her hands over her face.

"Gwen, what's wrong?" A stronger arm wrapped itself around her waist and pulled her into a strong wall-like chest smelling of grease and metal and dust, which she didn't mind at all. The voice was the comfort, the warmth was the life. She knew that she could make it now. "What happened?"

Ben just shrugged, looking at Kevin. "She's been crying all night. I came to get her this morning and wondered why you didn't get there first."

The dark teen brushed the red strands from Gwen's face. "I got her, Ben. Your smoothie is in the back."

The brunette boy took off at top speed into the back room of the garage.

"Gwen, will you be quiet for just a second?" Kevin asked, running his fingers through her hair. He pressed his lips to her forehead feeling her sobbing stronger than ever. "I'm right here."

A/N: Don't ask. Just enjoy. R&R!

~Sky