Correspondence: Ben
Title: Second Letter (no title)
Rating: T
Fandom: Ben 10
Character: Ben Tennyson
Author's Notes: An experimental-type story. I'm going to write Ben's side. And
kitsunexmaxwell will be handling Gwen's side. She's written the first letter from Gwen, and this is Ben's reply to it. Gwen's first letter can be found here.
Dear Gwen,
Thank Azmuth you finally wrote me a letter. Actually, I lost your contact info so I can only wait for one to get your address. If I still had it, don't you think I'd write by now? Well, actually maybe I wouldn't. Busy here saving the world and stuff.
Oh, did you see the news a couple of days ago about the bank robbers who had a Kineceleran Time Dilation device? They managed to slip through the guards and almost got away with the money, and they would have, if they had cared to read the instructions saying the device don't work on Kinecelerans, it's a fail safe something or the other, you know? Anyway, XLR8 made quick work on them, no pun intended.
ET-Bio, eh? Let me know when you get to Argentean Feramorphs. I've got a persistent band of rogues. Brute force don't work on them and energy weapons just bounce off the silver. Need weaknesses here!
Yes, I'm keeping the damage low. Last month the president gave me a monthly allowance. In doing my duties, I can wreck up to 2 million credits worth of property every month. I personally think that's dumb. Even a moderately suburban house goes for about 50,000 credits these days. If I fight in the city, that allowance would go away in a couple of hours. I need at least 10, maybe 100 times that. Hey, Gwen, how about helping me write a new proposal? Let's go overboard, say 2 billion credits, and then negotiate down. I need elbow room to move.
I'd never thought I'd see the day Gwendolyn Tennyson missing the hustle and bustle of alien crime fighting over nerdy pursuits such as college. If you really miss it, just say something and I'll go pick you up. I may need your magic. Or maybe just your company. I miss you, Gwen...
Ha! Psyche!
Seriously, you're coming back for Christmas this year, right? You better be. There's no way I can force myself to eat Grandpa's Christmas...'turkey'...if you can call it that. I swear he's using some alien fowl instead of good ol' American turkey. I mean, normally, overcooked turkey doesn't turn blue, right? Maybe I should have Upchuck give a taste, if I don't hurl then it's definitely not for human stomach.
Also, is it just me or did you misspell some words there? Now, I know you're meticulous when it comes to grammar and spelling. Testing me, Gwen? Geez, I meant what I said when I promised I won't grow to be that stiff Ben 10,000, you know. I keep to the books too...sometimes. Let's see, shouldn't that be 'challenge', 'collateral', and 'excitement'? Let me know if I got anything wrong.
Keep your head above the college work pile, you hear? I think about you all the time.
Your Cousin,
Ben Tennyson