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dorksidefikerTitle: Impulses
Fandom: Ben 10
Characters: Kevin, Ben
Prompt: 21. Urge
Word Count: 265
Rating: PG
Summary: The urge is always there.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
Kevin leaned across the front seat, invading Ben’s personal space with the kind of speed that made Ben wonder if there wasn’t still some traces of XLR8 in Kevin’s system. “Never,” he said darkly, “even joke about that.”
“Easy, Kevin, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Ben said quickly, trying to scoot away. Unfortunately, the door had him trapped. “I’m sorry.”
Kevin pulled back, and Ben straightened, dropping the sleeve of his jacket over the Omnitrix. He hadn’t thought Kevin would get so bent out of shape over a little joke about him becoming Kevin 11 again.
Kevin stared into the distance, his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel. “Do you know what the Omnitrix is, Ben?” he asked. “It’s power. The ability to control my own destiny. To be able to do whatever I want, whenever I want, to whoever I want to do with it. One touch,” he spat, “and I’m the most powerful think around. I am also,” he added, “batshit insane.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Ben murmured.
“I don’t ever want to be that again, Ben. It’s never gonna be funny. Sometimes, I get this urge…” His hand lashed out, gripping Ben’s forearm, careful to keep his hand well away from the Omnitrix itself. “The urge to take the power back. Cause it felt so good to be that powerful.”
Kevin let Ben go, shuddering as he inhaled deeply.
“Never again,” he repeated.
Fandom: Ben 10
Characters: Kevin, Ben
Prompt: 21. Urge
Word Count: 265
Rating: PG
Summary: The urge is always there.
Author's Notes: I own nothing.
Kevin leaned across the front seat, invading Ben’s personal space with the kind of speed that made Ben wonder if there wasn’t still some traces of XLR8 in Kevin’s system. “Never,” he said darkly, “even joke about that.”
“Easy, Kevin, I didn’t mean anything by it,” Ben said quickly, trying to scoot away. Unfortunately, the door had him trapped. “I’m sorry.”
Kevin pulled back, and Ben straightened, dropping the sleeve of his jacket over the Omnitrix. He hadn’t thought Kevin would get so bent out of shape over a little joke about him becoming Kevin 11 again.
Kevin stared into the distance, his hands clenched tightly on the steering wheel. “Do you know what the Omnitrix is, Ben?” he asked. “It’s power. The ability to control my own destiny. To be able to do whatever I want, whenever I want, to whoever I want to do with it. One touch,” he spat, “and I’m the most powerful think around. I am also,” he added, “batshit insane.”
“Yeah, I remember,” Ben murmured.
“I don’t ever want to be that again, Ben. It’s never gonna be funny. Sometimes, I get this urge…” His hand lashed out, gripping Ben’s forearm, careful to keep his hand well away from the Omnitrix itself. “The urge to take the power back. Cause it felt so good to be that powerful.”
Kevin let Ben go, shuddering as he inhaled deeply.
“Never again,” he repeated.