Ben 10 Porn Story: What Happens In Vegas Chapter 1

What
Happens in Vegas

Disclaimer:
I do not own any rights to Ben
10
and/or Ben
10: Alien Force
or any of the related characters and/or concepts. MAN OF ACTION and
Cartoon Network do. But the plot
is
my original idea, as far as I know. I dont own CSI: Crime Scene
Investigation either.

Notes:
Companion to Love
Letters.
Gwenvin.

Summary:
Where were Ben, Gwen and Kevin during the first few chapters of Love
Letters?
Who started the dare? How do her parents react?

Ch
1

February
13th

The
barren landscape moved like a filmed background strip from an old
movie as the nondescript RV drove on. The wildlife knew that survival
in the desert depended upon the cool nights. The RV was inconspicuous
on the outside, but it was anything except normal on the inside.
Using space warping technology the contents of a three bedroom
apartment/crime-lab/medical clinic were comfortably nestled inside
the vehicle.

Ben
was unconscious, the stress of the Vilgax Clone fight having
overwhelmed him. More powerful than he was at ten; he was still
pushed to his limits, as were they all. The entire left side of
Gwens body was bruised, including her cheek and it dusted her eye.
Her lip was swollen from having split. Her wrist was broken and there
was a cut running the length of her forehead diagonally. It had been
expertly stitched by Kevin whos right eye had been swollen shut.
He had a jagged slice along his left cheek that curved under his
chin. The fingers on his right hand were sprained beyond belief. Ben
had several broken ribs, and his cranium suffered a hairline
fracture. His alien DNA would repair the damage within the day, as
long as he slept.

Kevin
drove relentlessly, hoping to be back home by the 16th.
Gwen kept him company; curled up in the reclined passengers seat
with a blanket and pillow.

It
was in the rare moment when she was awake, she was heavily dosed with
painkillers, that she turned somnolent eyes onto him, saying, You
need to rest. Just pull over for awhile and sleep.

Nah,
were almost to Vegas, he muttered to her, then we can find a
motel and rest.

But
his sight was becoming blurry so he did as she suggested. He pulled
over, set the security system, picked her up and headed to the bed
they shared.

—

February
14th

Las
Vegas; city of overpriced hookers, quickie marriages (after drunken
binges) that everyone involved regrets the next morning and the start
of many a gamblers addiction. Ben introduced as they entered
the city via a back road. Gwen was actually driving as Kevin was too
out of it from painkillers to even think of fighting for control of
the wheel.

Youve
been watching too much CSI.
It really isnt that bad.

Yeah
it is. Kevin mumbled, Its much
worse.

So,
I have an idea, Ben continued as though uninterrupted, why
dont you two take the plunge, get married.

WHAT!?!
shouted both parties concerned.

Cmon
were in Vegas, perfect place to take the plunge!

No.
Kevin growled.

He
has commitment issues. explained the redhead with an exasperated
sigh.

I
do NOT!
he said loudly.

Sure
you dont. she said with a patient air and an eye-roll to match.

Well
Kevin, spoke Ben with a malicious tone, I
dare you to marry Gwen.

It
was well known that Kevin Levin could not refuse a dare. There was
silence.

Fine,
pick a chapel Gwen; no Elvis impersonators though. he agreed.

I
am not getting married because of some stupid dare! she protested,
For one youre half out of it and two my parents would kill us!

Are
you chicken then? her boyfriend asked as her cousin began making
clucking sounds and flapping his arms like wings.

No
Im being smart,
something you two obviously cannot accomplish at this point. she
said.

Chicken!
Kevin continued crowing as Ben continued doing his best impression of
a hen.

Ten
minutes later, FINE ILL DO IT. NOW SHUT UP!

Cool.
Ben pulled out his cell and headed towards his bedroom, Gotta make
a call.

Who
the hell is he calling at 4 am?

I
dunno. So no Elvis?

No
Elvis. And he was back asleep.

Oh
lord, what have I gotten myself into?