I can't seem to find my file of "The Final Battle" DX
I'm just so inconsistent. Blah.
But, please do have some other drabbles I have written. First one is from "Vendetta." The second two are just...me attempting to make something good out of the lines that I truly hate the most in Alien Force. I must warn for Kevin, he has a potty-mouth.
Also, I'm really making an effort to bring this place back to life. Is it working?
Watching
She notices how moody her son has been lately. She sees him closing off, shutting out; and she worries. She’s lost her boy once before, to things going on inside himself, and she doesn’t want to see it happen again. She wants to reach out, but doesn’t know how. Kevin’s almost a grown man, now, and she’s not sure who he is.
She notices, or at least she thinks she notices, someone else watching. A person she knows (better, she thinks sometimes, than she knows her own son), always visiting, checking in, all of her worries mirrored in bright green eyes. “Is Kevin home?” he asks. “No? Well…tell him I stopped by, okay?”
She wonders if Kevin ever sees this side to his own friend. Wonders if he sees Ben reaching out for him, trying to make contact. Wonders, shamefully, if it’s all right to put her hopes into Ben, because she’s not sure she can reach Kevin the way that a friend could.
Wonders if it’s okay to smile (weary smile that it is) as the two leave together, and to say, “Watch out for each other.”
She notices, or at least she thinks she notices, that at least Kevin smiles as Ben tells her, “Would we do anything else?”
The Idiot
“Kevin Ethan Levin, you are an idiot,” Kevin told the reflection in his rear-view mirror. He’d hoped he’d said it quietly enough that Ben wouldn’t hear it from the backseat.
Too bad “annoyingly good hearing” was apparently on the list of Reasons Why Ben Tennyson is a Fucking Pest.
The hero blankly said, “Yeah, no arguments here,” with a roll of the eyes that made Kevin want to climb back there and punch him in the teeth.
“Wasn’t talkin’ to you, pipsqueak.” Kevin smirked a little at Ben’s scowl.
“Whatever.” Ben turned to glare out the window. “Quit talking to yourself so loud.”
Kevin could have responded to that, kept the banter going for as long as he wanted-and it would have felt good. It would have felt normal, better than how he’d felt for the entire evening before this. But he didn’t continue arguing, because, as he’d already said…he was an idiot.
“Don’t talk to her like that”? Really? That was his excuse for slamming on the brakes, almost careening off the road and damaging his precious car? He’d caught the puzzled looks that he’d gotten from both the Magister and the person he had supposedly been defending. The only person in the car that was dumber than Kevin was Ben, who had totally taken that outburst seriously.
He’d panicked. That was his only defense for what he’d said. He’d panicked because he was actually happy to see the hero; glad to see that cocky-ass smirk and hear his obnoxious, self-centered bantering. He’d been glad, for a moment, that nothing had changed. And then…
“Don’t say that! He’s not dead!”
He never thought he’d hear Ben so…serious. Even more, he never thought his heart would twist so violently at the sound. So he’d panicked, and shouted the first thing that came to mind.
He was a total dumbass.
“Kevin, pay attention!” Another voice, outside the car, snapped him out of his thoughts. Gwen looked irritated. “This way,” she said, putting them back on track. Putting him back where he needed to be. Kevin was grateful for the distraction.
“I’d follow her anywhere,” he muttered.
Mostly because she seemed to be the only person who knew where they were going.
The Dilemma
Kevin liked Gwen, he really did. She was smart, surprisingly fun to be around, and she totally had his back, no questions asked. She was pretty cool.
When she wasn’t being totally annoying. If he heard her mention him asking her out one more fucking time, he was going to punch something. Probably something breakable.
He supposed that went for both cousins, though. Ben was a little brat, sure. He gave Kevin shit all the time, and these days he was way too serious. But he was still the same kid Kevin had been friends with all those years ago, in some respects. He was sarcastic. He loved Sumo Slammers. He loved his grandpa.
“You’re going to have to ask one of us out, you know,” Gwen said, out of nowhere. She always seemed to jar him out of his thoughts. Make him own up to things that he’d rather keep to himself.
“I don’t have to do shit. Maybe I’m perfectly happy with the way things are. Ever think of that?”
“No,” Gwen admitted. “But you seem lonely, so I’m not putting much stock in that answer.”
Kevin scowled. She was too perceptive for his liking. “How the fuck do you know all this stuff?”
“I dunno. Something…feels different about you. Your…aura’s different.” Gwen shrugged. “It’s not just you. As I got older, I just started feeling more in tune with people. I’ve just been thinking it’s a magic thing.”
“Right. Magic.” Kevin rolled his eyes. Then he sighed. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”
“Well…I do like you,” she said, smiling. “And I want to go out with you. So if you’re going to decide you like Ben more, it’s…kind of something I want to know. You know?”
Kevin didn’t answer; just kind of scowled at his dashboard. That seemed to be all the answer Gwen needed, though. She gently squeezed his shoulder.
“Just…think about it, okay?”
Ben hopped into the car a second later, and they didn’t talk about it anymore.
But, please do have some other drabbles I have written. First one is from "Vendetta." The second two are just...me attempting to make something good out of the lines that I truly hate the most in Alien Force. I must warn for Kevin, he has a potty-mouth.
Also, I'm really making an effort to bring this place back to life. Is it working?
Watching
She notices how moody her son has been lately. She sees him closing off, shutting out; and she worries. She’s lost her boy once before, to things going on inside himself, and she doesn’t want to see it happen again. She wants to reach out, but doesn’t know how. Kevin’s almost a grown man, now, and she’s not sure who he is.
She notices, or at least she thinks she notices, someone else watching. A person she knows (better, she thinks sometimes, than she knows her own son), always visiting, checking in, all of her worries mirrored in bright green eyes. “Is Kevin home?” he asks. “No? Well…tell him I stopped by, okay?”
She wonders if Kevin ever sees this side to his own friend. Wonders if he sees Ben reaching out for him, trying to make contact. Wonders, shamefully, if it’s all right to put her hopes into Ben, because she’s not sure she can reach Kevin the way that a friend could.
Wonders if it’s okay to smile (weary smile that it is) as the two leave together, and to say, “Watch out for each other.”
She notices, or at least she thinks she notices, that at least Kevin smiles as Ben tells her, “Would we do anything else?”
The Idiot
“Kevin Ethan Levin, you are an idiot,” Kevin told the reflection in his rear-view mirror. He’d hoped he’d said it quietly enough that Ben wouldn’t hear it from the backseat.
Too bad “annoyingly good hearing” was apparently on the list of Reasons Why Ben Tennyson is a Fucking Pest.
The hero blankly said, “Yeah, no arguments here,” with a roll of the eyes that made Kevin want to climb back there and punch him in the teeth.
“Wasn’t talkin’ to you, pipsqueak.” Kevin smirked a little at Ben’s scowl.
“Whatever.” Ben turned to glare out the window. “Quit talking to yourself so loud.”
Kevin could have responded to that, kept the banter going for as long as he wanted-and it would have felt good. It would have felt normal, better than how he’d felt for the entire evening before this. But he didn’t continue arguing, because, as he’d already said…he was an idiot.
“Don’t talk to her like that”? Really? That was his excuse for slamming on the brakes, almost careening off the road and damaging his precious car? He’d caught the puzzled looks that he’d gotten from both the Magister and the person he had supposedly been defending. The only person in the car that was dumber than Kevin was Ben, who had totally taken that outburst seriously.
He’d panicked. That was his only defense for what he’d said. He’d panicked because he was actually happy to see the hero; glad to see that cocky-ass smirk and hear his obnoxious, self-centered bantering. He’d been glad, for a moment, that nothing had changed. And then…
“Don’t say that! He’s not dead!”
He never thought he’d hear Ben so…serious. Even more, he never thought his heart would twist so violently at the sound. So he’d panicked, and shouted the first thing that came to mind.
He was a total dumbass.
“Kevin, pay attention!” Another voice, outside the car, snapped him out of his thoughts. Gwen looked irritated. “This way,” she said, putting them back on track. Putting him back where he needed to be. Kevin was grateful for the distraction.
“I’d follow her anywhere,” he muttered.
Mostly because she seemed to be the only person who knew where they were going.
The Dilemma
Kevin liked Gwen, he really did. She was smart, surprisingly fun to be around, and she totally had his back, no questions asked. She was pretty cool.
When she wasn’t being totally annoying. If he heard her mention him asking her out one more fucking time, he was going to punch something. Probably something breakable.
He supposed that went for both cousins, though. Ben was a little brat, sure. He gave Kevin shit all the time, and these days he was way too serious. But he was still the same kid Kevin had been friends with all those years ago, in some respects. He was sarcastic. He loved Sumo Slammers. He loved his grandpa.
“You’re going to have to ask one of us out, you know,” Gwen said, out of nowhere. She always seemed to jar him out of his thoughts. Make him own up to things that he’d rather keep to himself.
“I don’t have to do shit. Maybe I’m perfectly happy with the way things are. Ever think of that?”
“No,” Gwen admitted. “But you seem lonely, so I’m not putting much stock in that answer.”
Kevin scowled. She was too perceptive for his liking. “How the fuck do you know all this stuff?”
“I dunno. Something…feels different about you. Your…aura’s different.” Gwen shrugged. “It’s not just you. As I got older, I just started feeling more in tune with people. I’ve just been thinking it’s a magic thing.”
“Right. Magic.” Kevin rolled his eyes. Then he sighed. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”
“Well…I do like you,” she said, smiling. “And I want to go out with you. So if you’re going to decide you like Ben more, it’s…kind of something I want to know. You know?”
Kevin didn’t answer; just kind of scowled at his dashboard. That seemed to be all the answer Gwen needed, though. She gently squeezed his shoulder.
“Just…think about it, okay?”
Ben hopped into the car a second later, and they didn’t talk about it anymore.