Ben 10 (Reader insert)

Camp Fear

A light rain hit the window as I peered out it from the passenger seat. The view of a forest stretching out beneath as the Rust Bucket swerved to keep to the road that branched out from the side of a mountain. Trying my best to zone out the annoying shouting of two certain cousins.

"Change it!"

"No way! You change yours!" Gwen yelled back from her seat across from me. The cousins arguing getting worse.

I gave up on the idea of a peaceful ride. Instead turning around in my seat to watch them. Catching sight of Grandpa Max out of the corner of my eye scowling to himself.

"It's your turn!"

"Sorry. But I already picked the cake, color corradiated the balloons, and sent the invitations!" Gwen said, listing everything while pointing to each item in her spiral notebook. "By the way, here's yours." She finished smugly while handing the brunet his handmade card.

Meeting my gaze, Gwen's smile turned relaxed. "Oh, and yours too (Y/n)." She held up a card with my name. Ben throwing a glare over his shoulder as I shook my head in denial. Rather not be dragged into another fight about their birthday party.

"I'll get it from you later."

Ben threw his own, continuing to itch at his foot. Never once letting his glare leave his cousin. "Who plans their birthday party six months in advance?"

"The one who gets to celebrate it on her actual birthday this year!" Gwen spat, slamming her hands down on the table.

"I don't think so!" Ben retorted, putting his foot on the table. "Grandpa promised he's taking me for laser tag for my birthday, and (Y/n)'s coming."

So much for not getting dragged into it.

"But you can't miss my party Grandpa, (Y/n)!"

Grandpa Max fed up with the fighting finally spoke up. "Now you two have shared the same birthday for ten years, and if you don't stop arguing neither of you will make it to eleven." The elder promised with a threat. Noticing the distressed brunet, he threw back a yellow bottle. "Here Ben, try this on your foot. It gets rid of all kinds of fungus."

"Athlete's Foot Powder? Well I am a athlete." Ben read the label before applying it.

"More like an athletic supporter if you ask me." Gwen chimed in.

The Rust Bucket finally fell silent, and I turned back in my seat to face the window. Only for the R.V to slam to a halt, causing all of us to scream in surprise. Max swerving to avoid hitting, what I looked to see was a child.

The kid also throwing himself away from the vehicle, and losing sight of him as we spun around in a circle. Until we came to a halt, Ben rushing to leave the confines of the Rust Bucket. Gwen and I following as he raised the watch up.

"Stinkfly to the rescue!"

A bright flash of green and he was now Cannonbolt.

"Aw man, can't this thing ever get it right!" Ben complained before rolling up into a ball and going to the kid's rescue. Diving off the side of the cliff, returning a while later with him passed out in his arms.

"Just a few scrapes and bruises. That's good. But he's out cold." Max commented as the kid was laid out on the couch. All of us staring down at him in curiosity, wondering where he came from.

"His names Gilbert." Gwen commented.

"Woah, how'd you know that?" Ben asked, staring at the redhead with wide eyes.

I snorted at what the redhead said next, earning a strange glance from Ben. "Woman's intuition."

"That," Grandpa Max interrupted, ruining the fun. "And he's wearing a name tag." He moved the towel that was draped around the kid's neck, showing off a green t-shirt with his name stitch into it.