Ben 10 Porn Story: Counting Stars Chapter 3
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Standing up behind the drivers seat as Grandpa Max steered the Rustbucket back toward Bellwood, Ben kept a hand resting at the top of the seat as he stood sideways, his eyes affixed toward the back of the vehicle, where Gwen sat at one of the booth seats, a laptop open in front of her on the table as she typed away furiously at its keys.
I thought you said you finished up your school work, Ben said to her, to which she glanced up for a moment, before returning her attention to keying away at the board as she answered, Oh, I did. Im just trying to find out what, if anything, that I can about that thing that was in the sky. See, in my spare time at college, I decided to come up with a database in my laptop here that would hold the information about most all of the aliens weve seen. Basically, what they look like, what theyre called, what their home planet is–anything at all we might know about what weve come across so far–both as kids and as teens–is right here, right now, and so far, I cant find a single thing that matches what that sky craft looked like.
Continuing to look back at Gwen, now feeling a sense of awe at how smart and skillful she was with that computer of hers, Ben thought for a moment, before saying,
What gave you the idea to compile something like that anyway? Not that it isnt awesome, because it is, but yeah, what gave you the inspiration?
Oh came her reply, her typing slowing down for a brief moment as her voice became suddenly quiet. I uhm, well, no reason really, just–
Didnt you say it was because those dreams youd been having, Gwen?
Glancing at the back of Grandpas head, as he had just spoken, before glancing back at his cousin, Ben arched an eyebrow in confusion, before asking,
What dreams?
Oh, I dont know, Gwen began, but she was cut-off when Grandpa contained on.
Yeah, you know, the ones you told me all about just before starting up that program?
What are you on about, Grandpa? Ben asked, now directing his curiosity at the one seemingly most likely to actually answer him.
Well you see, Ben, Max began. I got a call from Gwen, oh, close to a year ago now. She told me that she wanted to make some sort of computer program that could hold information on the aliens weve seen, like she just told you now. I told her Id help her do it by trying to remember any details I could about all of our encounters, and she said that that was her point in calling me, but then when I asked her why exactly she wanted to do it in the first place, she told me shed been having dreams about you, well, more specifically, about aliens and you.
Oh? Ben replied, now looking back to find that Gwen had all but outright hidden behind her laptop screen.
Well they were worrying me, came her muffled explanation, her fingers still keying away as she spoke. Some, or actually, most of the dreams didnt end so well, and they kept coming more and more, to the point where I was dreaming about you every other night. I couldnt be sure, but I thought that if it was a sign that something bad might happen, then, well, we might as well be prepared.
Smiling now as he moved to cross both of his arms across his chest, Ben bit down slightly on his bottom lip. So she had been dreaming about him as well. Granted, they might not have been the exact same kind of dream, but it was definitely better than nothing at all. Moving to walk toward the back of the vehicle, Ben sat down at the booth across from Gwens, before asking her,
So how did you and Grandpa know that that thing was in the sky anyway? Could you actually see it from Bellwood?
Well, we could at first, yeah, so we knew which way to drive to try and chase it down, but seem, there’s kind of a reason that he and I had our minds on aliens in the first place, Gwen replied, her typing slowing to a stop, before she sat up straighter, her hand moving to close her laptop as she spoke. See, I had been feeling really drowsy earlier today, and I told Grandpa that I wanted to take a nap, so he said it was fine, and I went to the back of the Rustbucket and pretty much passed out on the bottom bunk bed. Then I started, almost immediately, having this odd, yet, unfortunately, very familiar dream
Walking on out into the middle of a desolated, muddy and bloody field, Gwen crossed her arms across her chest with a shiver as an unnatural chill swept the air around her. Her green eyes wide as she scanned the scene, they paused on a singular, barely visible, and faintly moving object off in the near distance. Running over to it, the auburn-haired young woman gave a horrified gasp as she looked down to see that the stirring object was Ben, except he didnt exactly look like Ben–he was covered in mud, there were various spots of blood, both fresh and dried, on his clothes, and he had a glossy look in his eyes.
Ben what happened? she choked out as she dropped to her knees beside him, her hands moving to lift his head and rest it on her lap as she spoke to him. Was it…?
It was the green-eyed young man confirmed, though neither had specified exactly what it was in the first place, before he slowly began closing his eyes.
No, no, now stay with me, Ben, Gwen said to him, beginning to cry, the tears falling suddenly, hard and fast from her eyes, before splashing down on his dirty, scratched up face. Come on, dont leave me like this!
Gwen, I–
Shivering in real life now as she folded her arms tightly across her chest, Gwen turned her face to the side as she willed herself to blink back the tears that were presently threatening to escape her eyes.
S-So yeah, she said, now also fighting back a tightening lump that had formed in her throat. That was the dream. And Ive been having ones almost as bad as that for, like Grandpa said, close to a year now. Sometimes certain details about them arent exactly the same, but it does always end that exact same way, with you
Im not going anywhere, Gwen, Ben said softly, a hand moving to stroke once at her hair in a comforting fashion as he leant across the table between the two booth seats. Dont worry.
Looking back at her cousin as he withdrew his hand again, Gwen took a shuttery breath, before saying quietly,
Okay but the dreams are still scary regardless, and I cant help thinking that theyre not dreams at all, but more like omens or something. And dont think that you almost killing yourself a few minutes ago by not looking at the road didnt make the situation worse, because it kinda did. I dont like having to repeatedly worry about you dying.
Im not gonna die, Ben said, his voice still soft-spoken as he turned his attention to the window, where he read a passing sign that said Welcome to Bellwood. Ah, besides, were back home now. Whatever that was in the sky, its not there anymore, and like I said, were here, so lets just spend some time together and catch up and try to have a little fun, too. Sound like a plan?
Watching as a smile slowly crept onto Gwens face, Ben repeated again, Good plan?
Great plan, the redhead answered, now smiling fully, beaming at him as he grinned back at her, the Rustbucket slowing down a bit as they, along with Grandpa, arrived in the sleepy streets of the quiet, lacksidasical hometown of theirs.