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She knew that he was trying to convince her and everyone else that he was ok.

It was the small things that stood out first; a forced laugh, a smile stretched so wide that it looked like it hurt, the unusually intense eye contact. Things that just got past the radar but got her attention. He threw himself back into his work at the garage, but spent his time sitting next to the cars, fumbling with the tools, staring at them with a far off look. His boss complained; first the unexplained time off and now he wasn't even working. The boss threatened to fire him. Kevin did not seem to care.

He wasn't sleeping well. Gwen knew from the times were he drifted off while someone was talking to him and the cups of coffee he consumed throughout the day. He wasn't eating as much as he used to, not even when they went out to the local Burger Shack on campus which was his favorite. He became quiet, spending hours in silence, not speaking up unless someone else did first.

She started to drop hints that she was concerned. Mentioning in passing that the health services on campus had a therapist, taking food up to his apartment, taking his hand more often than she usually did, a hug or a kiss that lingered a few seconds more.

"You know," she said one day as they were sitting out on a bench in the park. "You can talk to me about anything that's upsetting you."

She placed her hand in his' and stroked it.

"I'm here," she whispered.

He was staring out at the people passing by them; jogging, riding their bikes, or taking a leisurely stroll. The children at the playground, their laughter coming out in shrieks as they ran around, sporting wide grins. But he did not react to the scene in front of him. It was as if it took place far off in the distance and he couldn't see.

His hand held hers and gave it a squeeze. His thumb rubbed back and forth on top of hers. He glanced at her, but only for a second. His grip tightened. They sat, looking out. He did not let go of her hand.
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A week passed. It was afternoon, just after Gwen's last class. She headed towards the garage. Kevin was not there.

"Second day in a row that he hasn't shown up!" The boss exclaimed.

"There must be some sort of reason for it," she said.

"I don't know what's gotten into that boy! Slacking off! Just like the other kids!"

"Maybe it isn't his fault," Gwen pointed out. "Haven't you noticed that he hasn't been like himself lately!"

"And who are you to poke your nose into my business?"

"Someone who cares about him!" Gwen exclaimed angrily.

A barking sound came from the far corner.

The two turned around. A purple-bluish dog the size of a greyhound rushed over to Gwen.

"Zed!" Gwen knelt down and petted her. "How did you get here?"

"Great! And now his mutt is here," the boss spat before storming out of the room.

The dog looked up at Gwen with her glowing red eyes.

"Where's Kevin?" Gwen asked.

The dog started to walk out of the garage. Gwen got up and followed her. Zed slowed down for Gwen to catch up. Together they walked a few blocks to Kevin's apartment. Zed never once left Gwen's side and walked so close to her that she brushed her body against her. They entered the building and Zed burst into a sprint up the stairs. They ran up four flights of stairs until Zed stopped in front of Kevin's door.

Gwen knocked.

"Kevin?"

There was no answer. Zed let out a whine. Gwen knocked again. No answer. She turned the knob to find that the door was open. She walked inside.

He was laying on the couch, huddled in a fetal position. His back was to her. He was dressed in pajamas; a black t shirt and navy blue boxers. His hair looked like it hadn't been combed in days.

"Kevin?"

He was still. Completely still except for the rise and fall of his upper back. She took a step towards him.

"Kevin?"

He let out a moaning sound. Her hand gently touched his shoulder.

"Kevin?"

He began to move. First his head, then the rest forward. She stepped back and watched as he pushed himself up. He turned around to face her.

His skin was pale and his cheeks were covered in three day stubble. His eyes were empty except for the tears that trickled down. His lips, chapped and cracked opened slightly. His arm reached out to her.

And she knelt on the floor and caught him. She wrapped her arms as tightly as she could around him as he clung to her. He sobbed into her neck, his body quivering with each sound. Her left hand stroked through his hair and moved down the side of his face, her fingers tracing every line and angle. With her right hand she supported and rubbed his back. Her lips brushed against the top of his head, pressed against his forehead, his cheek. She could almost taste his tears. Unless if what she felt on her lips was a mixture of her own tears mingling with his'.

They did not break apart. Their embrace only got stronger. His breathing started to slow. His sobs turned into weeping. Her shoulder and neck felt damp. Tears dripped into her mouth; if it was hers' or his' it did not matter. She blinked and stared into his eyes. They were watery but no longer as empty as they were. Her lips met his'. His lips puckered up and crashed into hers'. Gwen felt chills go down her spine as the seconds passed. He broke off with a gasp. His breath was warm and she swore she could smell the tears on his breath too.

He tilted his head and she cupped his face. They stared at each other, not saying a word, but knowing everything that needed to be said.

It was he who broke the silence.

"I don't want to feel like this anymore."

"I know," she whispered. "I know."

She let go of his face and found that his hands had taken hers'. His grip on her hand was just was tight like the way he held on to her.

"You hungry? We could order pizza."

He nodded. She started to get up and reached for her phone in her pocket. She felt his hand again, on her shoulder.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Kevin's hand was more relaxed. It caressed her, as if to wipe off the tears from her shirt.

"You don't need to thank me," she said softly. "We have to look out for each other don't we?"

He smiled. The first time in a long time he truly did.

"Yep."

She dialed the number of the pizza place close by. He sat next to her as she placed the order. The couple sat next to each other on the couch, his arm around her's, she feeling his chest rise and fall against her cheek. They were quiet, but it wasn't the silence that had disturbed them before.

Gwen knew that it would take time. Kevin wouldn't feel better overnight. It could take months, maybe years until he got to the way he used to be. But this was a start. A small start, but one that meant so much, both for him and for her. And as long as he needed and wanted someone beside him, she would be there every step of the way.
Beside Him Every Step
Let's be honest here; considering the curveball The Rooters arc threw at the characters, Kevin would have a hard time accepting everything that came out of it. Heck back in season 3 of Alien Force with the mutation feedback, Kevin obviously was having a tough time--almost suggesting that he was depressed. I decided to write a realistic situation about what might happen after the arc.

You know, one of the reasons I love gwevin so much, is that they're always there for each other. They love each other so much and would do anything to make sure the other is ok. Sometimes, I miss that element when I'm watching Omniverse. 

I hope you guys liked this fic! 
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I'm going to be making a Ben 10 is ending playlist on 8tracks. Besides putting in the theme songs, I want to add songs that have a special meaning for the fandom. These can be songs that everyone uses for AMVS, that everyone associates with a certain character, episode, ship,series,arc...

Just leave a comment below!
 Make sure to put down:
  • The song's name and artist
  • How it fits Ben 10 (ex. Numb by Linkin Park fits Kevin Levin)

Thank you!
Rated T for Teen

January 1993 Maryland

The waiting room was empty except for the couple sitting on the couch. The TV on the wall blared the news; several reporters were discussing the new president. The table beside them was covered in magazines that dated back to the year before. The receptionist at the desk had picked up the phone and was chatting in a loud voice about something that was not work related. The couple held hands. The woman, around thirty, had shoulder length black hair, navy blue eyes , about medium height, wearing a long red sweater and leggings. The man was around thirty-three or thirty-four. He had light brown hair, his' eyes a bluish-green, about a few inches taller than she was, dressed in a white shirt and jeans.

A young man, around twenty-two entered the waiting room. He was dressed in khaki pants and a royal blue dress shirt, and held a clipboard in his hands. He was tall, with longish black hair that parted in the middle. His eyes were a nut brown, the outline of his face narrow.

"Caroline and Harvey Levin?" He called out.

The couple got up and followed him through the archway, down the hallway to an office on the left side at the far end. He knocked on the door.

"Come in."

The doctor looked up from reading a paper at the desk. He appeared to be in his forties, his dark brown hair starting to thin, his lower face covered by a beard that was kept short and close to the skin. He straightened up and adjusted his lab coat.

"Please have a seat," he gestured at the seats in front of the desk.

Harvey and Caroline sat down.

"Thank you for seeing us on such short notice Dr. Sirvantis," Caroline said as she shook his hand.

"It was nothing at all," the doctor said. "Now shall we go over your medical history?"

Dr. Sirvantis grabbed a file and began to converse with the couple, occasionally looking down at the information.

"The cause of infertility is unknown?" He asked.

"We've both had tests but the other doctors didn't find anything that stood out," Caroline said.

"Otherwise, we're healthy. As far as I know no diseases run in my family," Harvey added.

"How long have you been trying to conceive?"

"We've been married for five years but we really starting trying from about three years or so back," Caroline told him.

"The best course of action I would suggest is an IUI combined with hormones," Dr. Sirvantis suggested.  "It's different from an IVF in that-"

There was a knock at the door. The young man from earlier opened the door slightly.

"Sorry to interrupt. I have the analysis."

"It's fine. You can put it on my desk," Sirvantis said. He turned to his patients, pointing to the young man. "Greg Adgers. My intern from USUHS."

"The military medical school?" Harvey asked, interested.

"Yep," Greg said. "I was stationed in Iraq before I started med school. Marines."

"My clinic has a special program with USUHS. After all, I was a medic in Vietnam. I know many vets that wanted to get into medicine and sciences, but never had the chance. I was lucky. I had finished my studies before I volunteered. And even with my duties, I was able to pursue my passions; lab work, the study of genetics, helping people. Like yourselves."

The doctor finished going over the information with them and prescribed medication for Caroline. The couple set up another appointment. The intern showed them the way out.

"I hope this works," Caroline sighed as they exited the clinic. "I don't want to be let down like what happened with the other two."

Harvey took her hand.

"Don't worry. I think this is it," he squeezed her hand. "I have a good feeling about this."
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A month passed. Caroline sat in the waiting room, alone. She had to take time off from work and Harvey was stuck in the middle of a business meeting. It would have been nice for them to go together, but at least he had stopped by in the morning for his part. Greg appeared from the hallway. He stuck his head out from the door archway and looked around.

"Caroline Levin," his voice almost came out in a whisper. He glanced around the room, nervously.

She got up and followed him. He began to pick up his pace.  Greg was almost running. Caroline had trouble keeping up, and worried that it wasn't a good idea to exert herself before the treatment.

"Sorry. I just got here from class. I haven't had a break," he apologized in an agitated tone.

His cheeks were flushed. His forehead  was covered in sweat. His eyes were unusually wide.

"Are you ok?" She asked.

"Must be the heating," he breathed. "They always put it up too high."

But he shoved his hands in his pockets as if he were cold.

They had reached the examining room. Greg rushed over and grabbed a gown from a cabinet.

"Put this on," he thrust the gown at her. "Sirvantis will be with you shortly."

He quickly left. She changed into the gown, thinking how odd his behavior was. She waited. Fifteen minutes passed. Then fifteen turned into thirty. Doctors were known for their lateness, but she never had to wait fifteen minutes for one. She thought about how Greg told her that he arrived late and figured that Dr. Sirvantis needed his assistance. Iterns were always pushed around. She knew from experience from an internship at college.

There was a knock at the door. Dr. Sirvantis walked in with Greg behind him. He was pushing a cart.

"Sorry for the delay," Dr. Sirvantis said. "We will get started now. If you could lie back on the table."

He went through the routine of questions as he placed her legs into the stirrups. In the back, Greg was getting out tools needed. He was calmer than before but something was still off. It was almost as if he was subdued. His face blank as he took out the syringe and filled it.

"Will this hurt?" Caroline asked the doctor.

"Oh no. I assure you that this will be completely painless," he said. "Greg. Catheter."

The intern paused and took a deep breath. He grabbed the catheter from the cart. For a second she thought he was blinking back tears. He moved towards Dr. Sirvantis.
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Caroline tested negative. She went back for another round a month later. This time, Harvey was with her.

The doctor was more punctual. He arrived only ten minutes late. Greg was not with him this time, but a young assistant named Amanda Swift, also in her early twenties. She was a med student at John Hopkins. Greg, they were told, was stuck in the lab.

After an hour, they were done. Harvey and Caroline walked out to the parking lot hand in hand.

"Already thinking of names?" He asked with a smile.

"Several," she said. "I like the name Eve for a girl. Can't think of a name for a boy."

"You know what I was thinking," Harvey started.

"Greg!"

Greg emerged from the clinic, dressed in a flannel shirt and jeans. He walked over to two men, his friends, with a laugh.

"Dudes! I can't believe you walked over here! What's this? You really want to see my car?"

The group walked over to a turquoise 1967 Camaro. His friends gathered around, admiring it.

"It took only two weeks to fix this baby," Greg proudly exclaimed. "I gave her a complete makeover and now she's good as new!"

"Sweet! You hear about Nirvana?"

"Are they finally releasing another album?" Greg asked excitedly. Their voices got lower as they got in the car. Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit blared from the stereo as they drove off.

"He's popular," Caroline remarked.
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March's test came out negative.  She went another time. Caroline noticed a change in Greg. He wasn't as alert as he used to be. He had lost weight, maybe ten to fifteen pounds. His skin was pale and there were bags under his eyes. His hands fumbled as he assisted Doctor Sirvantis, nearly dropping bottles and syringes. He seemed to be lost in his own world, his eyes gazing far off into the distance. Several times, she thought that the normally composed doctor would shout at the intern. The only time he seemed to be zapped back into reality was when he watched as Doctor Sirvantis pushed down on the syringe. His already diluted eyes widened even more, an almost horrified expression on his face. Sixty seconds. Then it was done and he zoned out again.

Caroline asked what was wrong.

"Midterms," he told her. "Med school is tough."

She knew he was lying. Midterms did not last for two months straight.

The last appointment in April she was walking out of the examining room to the waiting room.

"Please! I'm begging you! I can't do this anymore!"

It was coming from Doctor Sirvantis' office. The door was closed but she knew that Greg and the doctor were inside.

"And what is this this you are blabbing about?" The doctor hissed.

 "Everything! Proctor please!" Greg nearly screamed. "It's wrong It's making me sick Can't you see what we're doing? We have to stop!"

"Gregory Allan Adgers," Doctor Sirvantis threatened in a cold tone.  "You are a soldier and this is your mission. You are to complete it no matter the cost. Do you want me to let slip to your school about that little habit of yours?"

"No sir," Greg whispered.

"Good. Now get back to work.

Greg rushed out of the office. His face was red and wet. She made a move to get his attention but the intern was already gone.

In May she found out she was pregnant. She was a month along.
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On January seventeenth 1994, Caroline gave birth to a healthy boy. She and Harvey named the child Kevin. Weighing about eight pounds, and about twenty- one inches long, his cheeks flushed red, and a head full of wispy raven hair, he howled when he took his first breath. The couple was overjoyed, and Caroline cried when she first held him.

A few days later, Caroline was sitting on the hospital bed, holding Kevin. He was sleeping; he spent most of his time sleeping. She gazed at him, watching his chest rise and fall, his eyes twitch. Her hand caressed his cheek. His skin was soft, and his cheeks were starting to dimple. She smiled. Her parents had told her that she had dimples when she was a baby as well.

There was a knock on the door. Caroline looked up to see Greg enter. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. He still was skinny, and looked exhausted, but was better than the last time she saw him.

"Congratulations on the baby!" Greg exclaimed. "It's a custom of our office to send flowers to the couple."

"Thank you so much," she said. "We couldn't have done it without you."

Greg put the flowers on the table and walked over to Caroline.

"He's a very healthy baby," Greg said, talking more to the baby than Caroline. "Very cute too. What's his name?"

"Kevin."

"Kevin Levin. Whose idea was it to make the name rhyme?"

"Havery's actually," she laughed. "I picked out the middle name. Ethan."

"He looks like a Kevin. I like that name, it's one of my favorites."

"He does. Have you graduated from med school?"

"Yeah," Greg sighed, a little out of breath. "I'm still working with Sirvantis. We're setting up another clinic. We're going out to either California or Texas."

"Good luck," she told him. "And thank you again."

Greg stared down at the baby. His eyes welled up with what seemed to be tears. His finger gently brushed against Kevin's cheek. He leaned in and kissed the baby's forehead. He backed up and headed towards the door.

Kevin woke up and blinked. His brown eyes stared up at Caroline.
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October 2002 New Jersey

The sound of the sirens pierced her ears. She held onto her seat as she watched the paramedics crowd around her son. One held up an IV bag, another checked the oxygen tank. The ambulance made its way up the steep hill, with sharp turns on every curve. Caroline wept, her body rocking back and forth. She felt a hand on her shoulder, but she could not feel it.  Her hand reached out, wanting to hold the hand of her son's who was fighting for his life.

Once they arrived at the hospital at the top of the hill, the paramedics rushed out wheeling the stretcher into the nearest operating room. She was told to wait outside.

"He had his finger in a electrical socket!" She sobbed as the doctor took down notes. "I walked into the room and he was lying on the floor! I called his name and he didn't wake up!" Her sobs became louder and overcame her.

"Do not worry. We are doing the best we can," the doctor said before he went back into the operating room.

She spent two hours in the waiting room. Frantically pacing back and forth, making frequent phone calls to her husband who was on a business trip in Chicago and was trying to catch the next flight possible to Newark, huddled up in her chair, not caring about the others who saw or heard her. It got to a point where she had become silent, numb, frozen in her seat. Her eyes were wide, watery, and her expression was blank.

"Kevin will live," came a familiar voice.

She looked up. A man in his early thirties, in a white lab coat and scrubs, was standing next to her seat. His raven hair, once long, now was short, his build was still skinny but had developed muscles. His soft brown eyes glanced down at hers'.

"Greg?" She asked, surprised. "You work here?"

"I don't," he said. "But I am here for you two. There's something Caroline that I need to tell you. I should have told you a long time ago."

He sat down next to her and took her hand.

"First. Let me tell you about myself. Alcoholism runs in my family. My dad, uncle, grandpa, all were alcoholics. My earliest memory was when I was four. My dad took me and my older sister with him to the bar. He got into a fight with some guy. He punched him in the face and broke his nose. There was blood everywhere. I screamed as I watched, my older sister pulling me away. When I was a teenager I had my first beer. I was hooked. Spent every weekend at parties, getting plastered. Picking fights, stealing things in a drunken stupor, making an embarrassment of myself. I drank at home, at school, anywhere I could.  I got arrested, suspended from school, eventually expelled. My school recommended the military. I wised up. I was able to kick the habit. When I was nineteen I served in Iraq. I had high hopes. I wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to help others like me. And then, I met Sirvantis."

He paused. His hand squeezed hers'.

"He had different plans. The first time I met him, he looked over my files and told me:

You are the one I've been looking for

"He was not just any old vet. He belonged to this super secret military group that dealt with things, the strangest and most impossible things. I thought it wasn't real until I was forced to see myself.  Do you remember what he said on your first visit to the clinic? I was able to pursue my passions; lab work, the study of genetics. Mutations were his specialty. He was fascinated by them. And he wanted to use me because according to him, I had what he called the gateway gene: the one that made a person more susceptible to addictions and mental instability. He conducted tests and experiments on me. For ten years. It was all for his greater plans. In 1992, he opened up his first fertility clinic, the one you went to. For five years, we traveled across the country, opening clinics and helping people have children. But we did a horrible thing. Most of the couples, including you and your husband, wanted to use the husband's sperm. Sirvantis' would either use his', my, or another colleague's, sperm, to pass on the mutation. I fathered a child. He was conceived in April 1993 and born on January seventeenth 1994."

"No," Caroline's voice shook. Tears streamed down her face. " No."

"And to make my mutations stronger," Greg whispered. "He fed the addictive part of me. He got me back into drink. Then he introduced me to cocaine and heroin. I survived on a cocktail of testosterone, drugs, and whatever else he injected into me. If I was good and complied with whatever he did, he'd give me my fix. My life was a nightmare. I was arrested twice, almost faced prison if it wasn't for my lawyer, and nearly overdosed, to wake from it to his screaming that he could not lose his best subject. I began to change. Eventually, he forced me to break ties with my family. I began to go insane. I had found other drugs, more deadly and thrilling than anything I ever tried. And I realized, if I didn't keep up, I'd die. Who knows how long it will take, but I will completely break someday, which is why I'm here now."

"You're lying!" Caroline shouted, furious.

"Listen to me!" Greg was squeezing her hand so hard that it was turning purple. "That mutation is in our son! Sirvantis programed it to turn on when the child turns eight! The child will have an accident and fall into a coma. The other two children in the experiment that turned eight could not handle the mutation. They died. But Kevin is strong.  He has been monitored since birth and has been the strongest so far in the group. But when he wakes up, he will never be the same. The boy you know and love will be gone! He will develop powers, abilities, and that mutation will cause his sanity to snap! And Sirvantis will find him. And train him to become the deadliest weapon humanity has ever seen! And he will find you and your husband to make sure that you will not stand in the way!"

"You're lying to me!" Caroline howled, her hand slapped his cheek. Greg did nothing to strike back.

"You need to run," he gasped, holding his cheek. "You need to get out of here. Go into hiding. Get out of the country if you can. Put Kevin in a safe place where he can not hurt others or himself. I wish I could help, but I'm too far gone."

"I don't believe you," she growled.

Greg stared into her eyes.

"I know you don't. But you must."

He held his hand to his face. There was a flash of light. A white mask dropped to the floor. And Caroline let out a scream.

Greg did not look human. His skin was a pinkish gray, his eyes glowed red. His face was scarred and four horns stuck out from the top of his head that was shaved. The only part recognizable about him was his hair, still black and long, the tips reaching his elbows.

Caroline trembled as she let out another sob. She felt Greg's stern eyes on her.

"Keep Kevin safe," he whispered before putting on the mask on again. There was another flash of light and Greg resumed the appearance that he knew could never have. And the doctor in a white coat and scrubs, with short black hair and human features, left the waiting room.
From The Seed Grows The Root
The Rooters arc left me with questions on how Kevin got his mutation in the first place so I decided to come up with a backstory of my own. This took several days to write. I had to do a lot of research on fertility treatments and the military, and just the 90s in general. 

And yes, Greg is supposed to be Aggregor here. 

I hope that you enjoyed this and found it interesting. 
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Round of applause for Kevin! Huge round of applause! He was with us all along!

Even though I would have wanted The Rooters to face harsher punishment, at least they were stopped.

And cute gwevin moments too.
I am actually crying right now.

I hate him. I hate Proctor Cervantes. I have never hated a villain throughout all four series. But he deserves a special place on my top hated characters list.

There are two types of characters I despise: super control freaks, and people who hurt children.

And he fits both categories.

And I'm just shocked that from all the series, he's an Omniverse villain. Maybe he'd have a spot in Alien Force, definitely for Ultimate Alien. Brainwashing and human experimentation is not something that is regularly seen on kids' shows. The fact that Omniverse is willing to go there is making me go from admiring their decision from questioning their choices. It has horrible implications, implications that even in more adult oriented shows, are not often talked about.

I won't be able to see Weapon XI part two until tomorrow. So I'll just wait. And cry. And write fanfic. 
I'm going to be making a Ben 10 is ending playlist on 8tracks. Besides putting in the theme songs, I want to add songs that have a special meaning for the fandom. These can be songs that everyone uses for AMVS, that everyone associates with a certain character, episode, ship,series,arc...

Just leave a comment below!
 Make sure to put down:
  • The song's name and artist
  • How it fits Ben 10 (ex. Numb by Linkin Park fits Kevin Levin)

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I like a bunch of shows/ fandoms. The top right now are Ben 10 (all series), Hetalia, The Avengers, Adventure Time, various animes, Gravity Falls, Game of Thrones, Doctor Who, Supernatural....and many more
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