Post Ben 10: AS Rambles (aka Sephy Writes Some Stuff)
This is my first venture into well, fanfiction territory. I do some writing, but not of this sort. I don't know how it will stand compared to some of the talented posters in this community. Rather than be intimidated by that, I see them as inspiration for me to find the courage to actually post this before I lose it.
I'm going to apologize right off the bat for this seeming so unorganized. I got the urge to write a few days back, so I went at it without an outline. There will likely be more, but I don't know when. I'm just winging it, and really just going when I feel like it. This really is a writing exercise for me, testing the waters to see how it'll be received.
Title: After the Swarm
Chapter: 1/??
Rating: PG for now
Word Count: 619 (look at the cute widdle baby)
Notes: Set a handful of days after the events of Ben 10: Alien Swarm. Life is getting back to "normal" for Ben and Co.. Most affected by the chips don't recall the experience.
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“Have you named her yet?”
There was a momentary pause in the sound of air bubbles being sucked through a straw. The contents of the Mr. Smoothy cup were on the scarce side, and conditions weren't getting any better. If the cup could gain sentience, it would beg for a reprieve. It got one. “Who?”
“Who? Her. Your wheels. Your ride.” Metal clanged on concrete, the socket wrench cast aside. The dark-haired teen slid out from under the sleek Mazda RX8, shooting a glance up at his misguided compatriot. “Well?”
“I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a car.” It wasn't just a car. The implications of receiving such a gift were clear. The ofttimes savior of the world could read between the lines. It was not just a car, but...
“... an instrument of precision, power, and beauty.” Kevin had started talking before Ben's internal dialogue came to an end. He didn't see what the big deal was. Kevin would not stand for that. “That's no way to treat a lady, Tennyson.” His tone dropped to a whisper, his focus shifting back to the vehicle. “He didn't mean it baby. He doesn't know any better.” A hand lifted to brush against the back bumper.
“Oh come off it, Kevin! I haven't thought of anything yet. Don't you think it's just a tad bit silly? You didn't name what used to be your car.” A quick glance was given toward the hula girl dashboard ornament sitting on a workbench mere feet away. “And before you say anything, you know I had to do that.” That wasn't a tangent he wanted to take. “It was always my ride. That's all I ever heard.”
“She had a name. It was Caroline.”
“Caroline? Wasn't that the name that...”
“Drop it, Ben.” Kevin's eyes narrowed into slits before he rolled himself back under the car.
“All right! All right!” The figurative white flag had been waved. There had to be more smoothie. It couldn't hide from the intrepid Ben Tennyson and his skillful use of red plastic straws. What was heard next didn't support that theory.
“All out of wheat grass?”
“It's cherry.”
“Just cherry?” That alone was enough to cause Kevin to reemerge. “You're only going to get one chance to answer this; Who are you and what have you done with my Ben?” He had a reputation to keep after all.
“Ha ha, very fu... your Ben?” The cup was pitched. It was a little plain for his tastes.
“It was a figure of speech. Don't flatter yourself, Benji.” Back under the car he ducked.
“Of course it was. I bet you build cars for all of your friends.” Had the air between them become heavier in that instant? A silence was born from Ben's last word. Even whatever Kevin had been doing underneath said car came to a stop. Someone had to break it.
“Shut up. I can take it back.”
“We've been over this already. Christina is mine.”
“Did you just call this marvel of craftsmanship Christina?” He was soon on his feet. He wiped his hands off on a junk rag and then pushed it at Ben's chest. “You don't call a ride like this Christina. You're not carpooling. You're not taking your soccer team home after practice. She's more of a Natalia.”
“Actually, I was going to get a refi...”
Was he going to have to teach this kid everything? It sure seemed that way. “Don't just stand there, Tennyson. The training wheels come off today.”
I'm going to apologize right off the bat for this seeming so unorganized. I got the urge to write a few days back, so I went at it without an outline. There will likely be more, but I don't know when. I'm just winging it, and really just going when I feel like it. This really is a writing exercise for me, testing the waters to see how it'll be received.
Title: After the Swarm
Chapter: 1/??
Rating: PG for now
Word Count: 619 (look at the cute widdle baby)
Notes: Set a handful of days after the events of Ben 10: Alien Swarm. Life is getting back to "normal" for Ben and Co.. Most affected by the chips don't recall the experience.
--====--
“Have you named her yet?”
There was a momentary pause in the sound of air bubbles being sucked through a straw. The contents of the Mr. Smoothy cup were on the scarce side, and conditions weren't getting any better. If the cup could gain sentience, it would beg for a reprieve. It got one. “Who?”
“Who? Her. Your wheels. Your ride.” Metal clanged on concrete, the socket wrench cast aside. The dark-haired teen slid out from under the sleek Mazda RX8, shooting a glance up at his misguided compatriot. “Well?”
“I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a car.” It wasn't just a car. The implications of receiving such a gift were clear. The ofttimes savior of the world could read between the lines. It was not just a car, but...
“... an instrument of precision, power, and beauty.” Kevin had started talking before Ben's internal dialogue came to an end. He didn't see what the big deal was. Kevin would not stand for that. “That's no way to treat a lady, Tennyson.” His tone dropped to a whisper, his focus shifting back to the vehicle. “He didn't mean it baby. He doesn't know any better.” A hand lifted to brush against the back bumper.
“Oh come off it, Kevin! I haven't thought of anything yet. Don't you think it's just a tad bit silly? You didn't name what used to be your car.” A quick glance was given toward the hula girl dashboard ornament sitting on a workbench mere feet away. “And before you say anything, you know I had to do that.” That wasn't a tangent he wanted to take. “It was always my ride. That's all I ever heard.”
“She had a name. It was Caroline.”
“Caroline? Wasn't that the name that...”
“Drop it, Ben.” Kevin's eyes narrowed into slits before he rolled himself back under the car.
“All right! All right!” The figurative white flag had been waved. There had to be more smoothie. It couldn't hide from the intrepid Ben Tennyson and his skillful use of red plastic straws. What was heard next didn't support that theory.
“All out of wheat grass?”
“It's cherry.”
“Just cherry?” That alone was enough to cause Kevin to reemerge. “You're only going to get one chance to answer this; Who are you and what have you done with my Ben?” He had a reputation to keep after all.
“Ha ha, very fu... your Ben?” The cup was pitched. It was a little plain for his tastes.
“It was a figure of speech. Don't flatter yourself, Benji.” Back under the car he ducked.
“Of course it was. I bet you build cars for all of your friends.” Had the air between them become heavier in that instant? A silence was born from Ben's last word. Even whatever Kevin had been doing underneath said car came to a stop. Someone had to break it.
“Shut up. I can take it back.”
“We've been over this already. Christina is mine.”
“Did you just call this marvel of craftsmanship Christina?” He was soon on his feet. He wiped his hands off on a junk rag and then pushed it at Ben's chest. “You don't call a ride like this Christina. You're not carpooling. You're not taking your soccer team home after practice. She's more of a Natalia.”
“Actually, I was going to get a refi...”
Was he going to have to teach this kid everything? It sure seemed that way. “Don't just stand there, Tennyson. The training wheels come off today.”