Long time, no update! Notice that I fixed some missing words from the last one. was being erased for some reason, I think Blizzard took that as a hint. ^-^
Plus, Gwen can no longer get the Rez POTG like she did last oneshot. T_T Well, this one I actually finished, so... Enjoy!
A loud and drawn out sniffle echoed around the Rust Bucket, followed by a loud groan.
Ben and Max Tennyson sat in the front of the Rust Bucket, Max behind the wheel, while Ben stared out the window.
Gwen lay in bed, curtained off from the rest of the RV, buried deep under a pile of blankets.
She pulled a tissue from the box on the floor beside her, then furiously blew her nose.
Ben cast a glance over his shoulder, then sighed. "Did I get her sick, Grandpa?"
Ben asked, referring to the cold he had caught a couple of weeks back.
Ben grimaced as he remembered what it felt like to be a sick alien, then shivered.
"I don't think so, Ben. It's that time of summer, you know?" Ben hummed, then turned his gaze back out the window.
They had stopped at a local grocer to pick up supplies for the next leg of the trip.
Ben fished in his pockets, counted up whatever cash he could find, then with a determined look; strode down the aisles.
He scooped up a green hand basket, grabbed two cans of soup, a small bag of chocolates, and some cold medicine.
He spotted Max by the meat department, and went straight to checkout. A bored looking teenager stood at the register, he glanced down at the
Ten year old with a wry grin. "Hey shrimp, can I help you?" Ben frowned, then placed his basket on the conveyor belt. The teenager eyed the products, brushing his black bangs from his face, then whistled. "Wow, you got a sick girl?" Ben slowly nodded, an eyebrow raised. The teenager shook his head, chuckling. He began scanning Ben's items, then placed them in a brown paper bag. Smiling as he did so.
"She's lucky she has someone as caring as you." Ben slowly smiled, nodded, then took the bag from the teen. "Yeah, she is."
Ben slowly entered the darkened RV, taking extra care not to wake Gwen.
He closed the door with a soft click, then flicked on the light in the kitchenette.
He grabbed a microwaveable bowl from the cupboards, then poured a can of chicken noodle soup in it.
He shoved it into the microwave, cursing the loud beeping as he set the cook timer. As the soup cooked, he pulled a paper bowl from a cupboard and dumped the chocolates into it. Ben took two spoons from the silverware drawer, stuck one in the bag with the Medicine, then dipped the other into the soup as he pulled it from the microwave. With his hands full, he had to hobble his way over to the bunk room and shoulder aside the curtain.
"Hey, you awake Cuz?" Gwen groaned, glaring at him from under her blankets. "Go away, doofus." Ben smiled softly.
"Now, Gwendolyn. Is that anyway to treat your nurse?" Gwen sputtered out a laugh, then sneezed. "The heck, Dweeb?"
Ben crouched down beside her, and spooned out some soup. "Say ahhh." Gwen frowned at the spoon, then closed her eyes and opened her mouth.
"Aaahhhh..." Ben slowly spoon-fed his cousin, a blush forming on his face as he did so. Seeing his young cousin, vulnerable, (So unlike the dweeb!)
made him see just how cute she was. She smiled softly as she gulped down each spoonful, a blush forming on her face as well. Ben's thoughts strayed to the look the Teenager at the store gave him, his blush deepening as he realized what the young man had meant when he said "a girl".
Ben's hands began to shake, thoughts roared unbidden through his mind, Gwen raised an eyebrow. Ben shook himself, steadied his breathing,
then put the spoon aside. "Up for some chocolate?" He asked, holding the paper bowl out to her.
Gwen grinned sleepily, reaching out for one. "Thanks, Doofus." She took two, unwrapped one and gulped it down.
She unwrapped the other, and to Ben's surprise; shoved it in his mouth. Ben gagged as Gwen's fingers pushed the chocolate into his mouth,
her fingers lingered, causing Ben's blush to deepen. Gwen quickly withdrew her fingers, then huddled under her blanket.
Ben ran a hand through his hair, then pulled out the cold medicine bottle. "Gwen..." She peaked out from her safety blanket,
then shied underneath it again. Ben huffed, and yanked the blanket off of his cousin. "You're going to get better." He opened the bottle, then poured some of it onto the table spoon. "Say it." Gwen grimaced, then slowly opened her mouth. "Aaaahhhh..."
She gulped down one, then two spoonfuls. Gwen's face turned a bright red, her eyes meeting Ben's. "Thanks, Ben."
Ben grinned. "What are heroes for?" She grabbed her cousin by the shirt and pulled him close.
Ben was instantly uncomfortable, especially with the stare Gwen was giving him.
She smiled softly, then place a kiss on Ben's cheek.
"Seriously. Thanks, Cuz."
Ben sneezed, rubbing his now runny nose, then glared at Gwen. She sat in the front of the RV with Uncle Max, her hands behind her head and her feet on the dash. "Well, you're obviously feeling better." Max said, smiling at his granddaughter. She cast a glance back at Ben,
a soft smile on her face. "To be fair, I had a great nurse." She turned back to the road, then ran a finger over her lips.
"Kinda cute, too." She muttered to herself, her smile never fading.