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  Relationship:
      Rook_Blonko/Ben_Tennyson, Kevin_Levin/Gwen_Tennyson
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      the_top_of_his_class, basically_the_series_with_Broken_ship_thrown_in
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      want_him_to_have_their_BabIez, Rook_is_a_Revonnahgander, Revonnahgander's
      are_very_instinctual_about_certain_things, like_Omega's_in_heat, Omega's
      need_Alpha's, Rook_get's_territorial_and_stuff, cussing_and_conjugations
      be_warned, also, Soulbond_-_AU, they_don't_see_color_until_they_meet
      their_soulmate's_gaze, Alternate_Universe_-_Soulmates
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      Published: 2015-10-26 Updated: 2017-01-03 Chapters: 3/? Words: 5241
****** The universe is conspiring against them ******
by littleberd
Summary
     Rook Blonko and Ben Ten didn't expect this sort of madness out of the
     universe... but when Ben is concerned... the Universe likes to
     conspire against him... now, it's got one more target to meddle with.
     A.k.a. Ben is an Omega in denial and Rook is a perfect clueless
     cinnamon roll alpha that is torn against his instincts and strangling
     the arrogance out of Ben's slim neck.
***** sortof life *****
Ben sort of hates life.
Gwen got to see color when she was only 10, the color was black, Kevin Levin's
eyes... the Alpha Half human half Osmisian that nearly destroyed him when he
was only 10 years old... is his cousin's destined. But what's really kooky
about it is that Gwen is a Beta. Alpha and Beta soulbonds are really, really
rare. But Ben doesn't hold that against them. In fact, Ben thinks of Kevin as
his best friend.
But now Gwen is going to college early, and she's taking Kevin with her.
Ben is all around happy for the soulmates, if not a little envious.
Okay not a little, but EXTREMELY envious of his cousin. He's the boy who's
saved the world more than his fair share of times. But no... no matter how many
different aliens or people he runs into, befriends, or defeats! NONE are his
soulmate...
But that doesn't stop anyone from trying to get into his pants, or use his
Omega instincts against him.
But although Ben might be a little loose when it comes to Protocol or pretty
much anything serious... the matter about his soulmate being his first and only
is the one thing he is stricter than Grandpa Max about.
Which somehow makes the bad guys he fights want to rut him even more! And those
who are genuinely attracted and hopeful, ravenous.
Ben is just thankful that the Omnitrix stops his heat. Otherwise he wouldn't be
able to fight on a near daily basis.
But Ben refuses to give up his hero duties over the little fact that his team
is no longer fighting with him anymore. Much to Grandpa Max's chagrin, Ben
doesn't find that being a unmated Omega going in alone with a priceless alien
artifact in a fight with very vague Intel are good enough reasons not to go in
blind.
And Ben is Ben, when doesn't he go in Blind? Well, color blind in his case.
*******************
Rook Blonko sort of loves life.
He's the first Revonnahgander to graduate from plumbers academy, and having the
highest recorded scores in The Plumber history isn't something to feel put down
about either.
He's got the pride of his family resting warmly in his heart and the reminder
that he has the prettiest Revonnahgander Omega girlfriend waiting for her Alpha
plumber boyfriend to come home once he manages to get assigned to his home
planet Revonnah.
And now he's been told that he's been partnered with Ben Tennyson… the SAME Ben
Tennyson that defeated Vilgax, one of the most feared conquerors of the
universe, at the meek age of 10!
In a word, Rook Blonko is happy.
The only thing that could complete this picture of joy would be to see his
color.
Granted his girlfriend would never be allowed in his presence again, and the
chances of a Revonnahgander being his color are
0.00000000000000000000000000001%: which isn't going to make his father very
happy, and it's DEFINITELY going to make his teacher beyond furious... but all
the same, a color isn't something anyone can object to.
The colors are not something even the ELDERS can ignore.
But upon arrival on Earth... it seems his happiness will not be as he thought
it would. Ben Tennyson has gone on a solo mission proclaiming that he does not
"need a team."
So Rook goes out in search of a market that sells amber ogia... to stuff
himself and try not to feel sad about it.
*********
Let's just say that that is NOT what happens!
***** poor Mr. Baumman *****
Chapter Notes
     THE LONG AWAITED SECOND CHAPTER! X'D
Rook Blonko stalks into the small supermarket, Magister Tennyson had referred
it to him when he expressed a need for sustenance, specifically: Amber Ogia.
What Magister Tennyson thought Rook was doing was grocery shopping... Blonko,
however, was trying to comfort his disappointment by drowning himself in food.
So here Rook sits at the Snack Bar of one of the first alien accommodating
super market with a feast in front of him.
Oddly enough, Rook's body isn't exactly in the mood for food.
It seems everything is going to waste, first my talent, now my food. Mother
would be very displeased with me about my current appetite and Father would not
even stand to look at my pitiable self with my pessimistic outlook at the
moment if I were in their presence.
"What's the matter sir? Does the food not agree with you? I'm sure there's got
to be something that you can eat that you ordered... otherwise you're
loitering. So if you continue to stare at the pile of food you ordered and
waste all of my hardwork... you'll be asked to remove yourself from my store
immediately." The grouchy beta store owner grouses.
Rook looks at the sickeningly delicious-looking sandwich on his plate, he sighs
and forces a bite.
The store owner eyes Rook, his heart seems to override his brain for a moment
and he asks, "Why the long face? You have food in front of you and you're
probably going to live a lot longer than me and you're a decent smelling Alpha.
What's eating at you?"
Blonko looks up in surprise, frantically carding through any visible fur on his
body, "What do you mean "eating at me"? I do not detect any parasites on me, is
there one on me somewhere?"
Mr. Baumman restrains the laughter bubbling up in his throat from the poor
ignorant alien, "Well I can tell this is your first time on Earth. Don't worry,
it's an expression for 'What is troubling you'. 'Why the long face?' Is also an
expression for 'why are you sad?'. Now let me guess, you just got here and
you're already feeling homesick? Or has the reason you came here been screwed
up?"
"A-a mixture of both sir... how did you perceive that?" The startled
Revonnahgander asks.
The elderly human smiles softly, "You're not the first alien to be homesick and
sit at my food bar. I'm Mr. Baumman by the way, if you ever want to order
something that I don't currently have don't be a stranger, tell me and I'll get
it for you. It's funny how people travel from their homes only to wind up being
depressed and end up mopey." He points at Rook and chuckles softly, "Prime
example number one."
Rook bites at his lip, "D-do you perhaps have any Amber Ogia available for
purchase?"
Mr. Baumman's grins a hundred watt smile, "I believe we have a carbonated drink
and pudding with some of that in it. The whole fruit normally spoils after long
transport no matter what the condition and these are basically the only two
items that won't expire during the ride to point B from Revonnah."
Rook's lips twitch up slightly at the corners, "I'll have an order of each
please."
Mr. Baumman leaves and returns with the confectioner, "Enjoy, and don't feel so
down young man. Sadness isn't becoming on a youth."
Rook takes a sip of his drink experimentally and finds it soothes him as only
Amber Ogia can, "Thank you Mr. Baumman, I think you just made a happy customer
out of me."
Mr. Baumman chuckles good-naturedly, "Just don't waste any food and I'll be
happy to have you back here anytime. You seem like a respectable sort. However,
as much as I'm enjoying your company, I have to restock the artificial tiffin
soda display up front so if you'll excuse me."
Today could have gone worse I suppose.
*****
"Alright Mr. Baumman... what do you know~?" Ben springs at the grumpy beta
supermarket owner, said unfortunate soul refuses to give any sign of
acknowledgement, steadily stacking artificial tiffin soda. Rook's ears and nose
twitch, the scent of a pure and highly potent, unmated omega registers in his
brain, his Alpha phermones start pumping out like mad. Thankful for his Proto-
tech armor blocking most of the embarrassing display of pageantry.
"I know lots of things..." He replies quickly, only pausing for a moment and
returning to his work.
"Anything about a... alien protection racket in Bellwood?" Ben presses, eyes
spying the sweat sliding down the old man's neck and the overflowing nervous
energy of the beta. Rook can smell the anxious phermones wafting off of Mr.
Baumman from his seat his senses are so sensitive now around this one omega,
Rook doesn't like this, but his hormones addled mind doesn't register the words
being spoken.
"...Nope."
"So they haven't been coming around here?-"
"Who's been coming around where?" Mr. Baumman looks down at his wrist watch
distractedly.
Ben smirks, I've just caught my Canary~, "Riiiiiiiight~." Rook nearly melts on
the seat, Ben's voice messing with his head more than any omega ever has. You
are a professional, and you have a girlfriend Rook Blonko, snap out of it!
Mr. Baumman knows that Signature Tennyson smirk anywhere... and it only ever
leads to trouble, "Ok nice seeing you again Ben."
Rook stiffens at the single syllable name. No... it couldn't be...
"Enjoy a free jilapy sandwich to GOOOO." The beta grabs a sandwich and shoves
it into Ben's hands, pushing the resistant teenage timebomb toward the exit in
hopes of keeping his store from distruction.YES! PLEASE LEAVE! Rook sighs
mentally in relief.
Ben digs his heels in, halting any chance of progress, turning his body, he
states smugly, "They're on their way right now aren't they." Rook nearly growls
in frustration. Please! Go! Mr. Baumman! Get him to LEAVE!
Mr. Baumman gives up with a dejected sigh, making an honest attempt at
persuading the youth to kindly stay out of it, "Ben please. It's a simple
arrangement. I pay them. They leave. Which is what I want you to do right now."
Rook silently cheers against his instincts Thank the harvest!
"But Mr. Baumman! I can stop them!" Ben exclaims, emphasizing his point with a
small flourish of the omnitrix.
"NOOO! EVERY TIME you're in my shop you Ruin it!" Mr. Baumman declares,
dragging his fingers down his face just remembering the horrible instantces.
Yes Mr. Baumman! Make the heavenly scented Omega leave!
"You think I'm going to mess up your place more thantheywill?" Ben points out.
Mr. Baumman arches an eyebrow and crosses his arms in silence, his stance is
clear... yes, yes he does.
"ok ONE TIME." Ben amends, flippantly holding up a single finger, "What if I
sit at the counter and blend in like every other customer? I promise, you won't
even notice I'm here..." Ben holds up his hand in a "boyscout's honor" I
promise way.
Rook sniffs the air, his eyes widen in recognition and want. DON'T BE FOOLED!
HE'S PERSUADING YOU WITH HORMONES! FIGHT IT MR. BAUMMAN!
Mr. Baumman's eye twitches... glaring laser beams into Ben's head for all the
promised violence behind them, he yanks the sandwich out of Ben's hand and
walks away.
"Please don't touch anything."
NOOOO! Rook rakes his claws down his face in vexation.
Ben holds back a triumphant grin. That's as much of a yes as I'm ever going to
get.
"Yeeeesss! Come on baby, " Ben pleads, eyeing the omnitrix, "any old alien will
do for a disguise." He slams the alien artifact and transforms... into
Cannonbolt...Really Omnitrix? Really?...
Ben accidentally knocks over Mr. Baumman's orderly stack of Tiffin soda.
oops
Rook repeats the mantras "no" and "why me" in his head, ringing louder the
closer Ben gets to Him.
"That was me, my bad..." Ben's apology is met by awestruck and awkward silence,
every single alien is watching him, "Hey... uh, how's it going fellow aliens?
Uh... nice weather we're having on Earth huh?"
"Ben, you're not fooling anybody." The disgruntled super market owner states, a
twitchy eye glaring at him.
"Oh... Haha right." Ben looks at the fallen merchandise and briskly swipes up
half of the cans, bringing them over to the counter. He sits on the bar stool
only to clatter to the ground with the cans because the poor bar stool couldn't
handle his weight.
Rook would leave if he could move without jumping THE Ben Tennyson in a
instinct driven fit.
"I knew it! I Knew It!" Mr. Baumman proclaims.
"abahafrighta"
First the weird shapeshifting alien that comes out of nowhere and now the
omnitrix's latest fudge-up. I just can't catch a break! Ben dejectedly thinks.
Ben gets up sits on two unbent bar seats uncomfortably, they bend from his
weight but don't toss him off, "There... nothin' to it." Mr. Baumman gives a
doleful whimper, Rook slurps and burps having just finished his drink. Ben's
stomach rumbles in response, a scent tickling his nose in a pleasant way,
noticeable but unrecognized.
"Hey, you gonna eat the rest of that?" Blonko registers what Ben asked and
slides his one-bite burger to Ben in one quick push arms mechanical, "ah!
Thanks!... uh could you pass the-" every condiment available is infront of him
in quick precise movements of the trained plumber, using his last vestiges of
will-power to not glomp onto the very person he doesn't want to see or even be
around right now. Rook ducks further into his hooded cloak, refusing to even
look at his childhood hero.
Ben can only stutter a dull but surprised, "Wow... thanks." Ben picks up the
burger and-
"Pay up Baumman." A heavily filtered voice demands.
"Raaawh, you heard about Pakmar~."
The patron to Ben's left swiftly vacates the premises, speedwalking away,
"Yeah, I heard he has great deals on toilets."
Mr. Baumman turns a bright shade of pink, "I heard there was an accident."
The gas-suited alien smiles with teeth that gleam obsidian black with a deep
blood red sheen, "Accidents happen all the time... maybe ...to you." The two
thugs behind hike reveal a ticking timebomb waiting to happen... literally. Ben
attempts to get up from his seat, the thinly veiled threat rilying him up.
Rook's ears prick up in surprise. Is he insinuating he will cause Mr. Baumman
trouble?
"Take it easy now, " Mr. Baumman says hastily, glancing at Ben to emphasize he
meant the Tennyson Omega as well, "I don't want any trouble." He rummages below
the counter and procures a box.
Meanwhile one of the thugs, Liam, a common rooster-like alien thug that Rook
recognizes, since he appears in the database repeatedly for petty crimes, is
mesmerized by a birdseed display, and quickly pecks a few kernels out with a
contented cluck.
Mr. Baumman takes out a crystal only for the entire box to be ripped from his
grasp by the metal incased alien ringleader, "huh, pleasure doing business with
you-" Rook releases a growl but is drowned out by Ben's next action.
Ben can control his rage no longer, crushing the poor food bar under a single
hand, he quickly gets up from the bar seat, "Hey Bubble-Head!"
"Oh nonono." Mr. Baumman simpers from behind the bar, knowing full well that
his newly refurbished store is going to need to be refurbished in a few
minutes.
"This doesn't concern you, you barbarian pelarota." Newly nicknamed bully
sneers, grip tightening around the crystal filled box.
"I think it does" Ben pretty much growls. Rook feels his insides twist in a
pleasant way, warmth spreading from his chest to his toes.
Petty villian numero uno deposits the box into a retractible pocket in the
center of his suit, but he sniffs the air, a perverted leer stretching acrossed
his face "aaaaw, I think a pitiable omega needs to be taught a lesson." The
warmth Rook disappears and is replaced with a furious fire. HOW DARE he
belittle an omega! If Ben Tennyson does not fight against this Muroid filth,
I'm going to kick his sorry -... I am a plumber... calm breaths. I cannot
interfere, unless he breaks a law. That and this is the Omega's right, not
mine.
And then his robotic arms retract and now they're holding twin bo-staffs.
Amateur alpha villain doesn't know what 'pitiable omega' he's messing with, "oh
let me guess... your gonna be the one to teach it to me." Ben retorts back, his
hackles would be standing up if he had any. Rook outright beams from the taste
of adrenaline Ben is releasing.
"NOOO! NOT IN MY STORE! PLEASE! I'll pay YOU not to do this Ben!"
"Really?!" Ben blurts out in surprise, he catches himself and stutters "I-
I mean, your days of intimidating people are over bubble-brain."
The head-honcho starts whirling the bo-staffs in excelerated speed, turns out
the shiny ends shoot lasers... and he's playing lightshow.
"NO LASERS! NO LASERS!!!" Mr. Baumman cries from behind his broken bar. Rook
expertly deflects a shot with his eating utensil, and richochettes it back at
the gas-suited wonder. It hits him square on his fishbowl helmet, Blonko then
continues to eat his pudding-like dish numbly.
Taking the opportunity, Ben rolls up and knocks him down like a domino... which
results in a domino effect... literally. Shelves tumble down one by one in
quick succession.
"I knew this was going to happen the second HE walked into my store!" Mr.
Baumman yells vehemently, shaking his fist at Ben but seeing his customers
leave he quickly hides his angry grimace with a begrudging grin, and his fist
opens to wave after the paying customers who he depended on for a living,
"Thank you! Come again!"
One down two more to go. Ben rolls into the two dumbstruck muscles and they
fall over like bowling pins, "STRIKE!"
The two pinheads topple more shelves and Mr. Baumann releases an inaudible
scream. "Uhh...", Ben sheepishly scratches the back of his head, "Sorry Mr.
Baumman, I'll clean it up later."
Mr. Baumman sighs sorrowfully, "You always say that."
Liam quickly hops back up and brandishes wrist spurs with a flourish, Ben's
eyes alight on the bird seed. He couldn't resist this stuff earlier. I wonder~…
Ben gently scoops up a handful, Liam tilts his head to the side... Beta scent
is coming off of him in droves. Liam struts forward and softly pecks some out
of Ben's outstretched hand.
Ben can't stop the smirk from covering his face, recognizable even in his alien
form. Looks like I caught myself a Rooster too. Ben swoops in and captures Liam
in a painfully pressurized hug. Fistina, a female alpha mated to Liam and
partners up with him on a regular basis, a rare Beta and Alpha couple that Rook
remembers was put in the data-base on a special note, launches her fist at Ben.
Which bounces off of his shell like a rock on a car tire going a hundred miles
an hour, Blonko raises his bowl up instinctively as the deflected fist skids
right on the broken food bar's shiny metal counter. Ben, likewise rolls into
her and she goes flying, landing inbetween the toppled shelves.
Swerving, Ben spots a few tipped over wooden boards. Time to catch some air! He
practically blurs into motion, and then he's dumping Liam on Fistina mid-air.
Bubble-head gets up and starts up the intimidating piece of machinery, "Ok
boys, it's time to make like a tree and craterize this dump!"
"Beeeeeeeeeen!" Mr. Baumman exclaims worriedly.
Ben halts his spin and reassures the poor balding man, "Not a problem!" He
attempts to get through the electric shield, but bounces off like things
normally bounce off of him every time he tries. The Omnitrix times out and Ben
body slams into the shield because inertia is a total drag.
Ben slides off of it and glares accusingly at the fickle artifact, "Now?!
REALLY!?"
"Goodbye~ Mr. Bauman! And you too dollface~!" Bubble-head yells behind him,
booking it out as fast as his robotic legs will carry him.
Mr. Baumman hesitantly insists, "Isn't this where your friends show up and save
the day?"
*****
Rook smells the halt of adrenaline and the swift halt of endorphins. His team
is not here any longer... he is... sad.
Rook slowly puts down his spoon, flips backwards, flinging his cloak and hat
off mid-air, and dashes after them before his feet even touch the ground.
Ben's jaw is to the floor, the Alpha scent coming off of Rook would have Ben
buckling at the knees if it weren't for the Omnitrix's handy pheremone
nullifier. But his figure is messing with his eyes, slips of weird shades of
grey almost not grey are just within his grasp but they disappear the farther
away the Revonnahgander runs.
"OH NO! NOT ANOTHER ONE! I was being Sarcastic!" Mr. Baumman ducks down and
continues to cower behind his destroyed food bar.
Rook slides into a sturdy stance while flipping his proto-tool modification to
a bow and arrow setting, shooting an electric arrow and hitting Bubble-head
dead-center in the back. Bubble-head looks up dazedly from his spot on the
floor, the two goons are stunned, dumbstruck until their brain catches up with
their feet and they're racing to the exit.
Rook stops, widening his stance, and shoots a grappling claw mechanism which
makes Liam topple to the ground. Rook swiftly flips over Liam but grabs his
bandolier using his momentum to send Liam straight for Fistina's fleeing body,
as they collide Rook jumps onto Liam and uses the collision as a spring board.
He gracefully arches his back, twisting his form in away that would make a
human Olympic Gymnast green with envy, he lands in a silent crouch staring
straight at Ben.
Sparks.... less grey... and black... and white...
Color simply bleeds out of Ben's eyes. They're green if he is recollecting
correctly from the breif chapter on Ben Tennyson. Green was supposedly the
reoccuring theme of the Omnitrix weilder, his eyes were said to be the exact
same color of green as the Great Azmuth's Greatest creation. Rook forces his
eyes to look at the omega teenager's wrist, then back at Ben's eyes. The
Omnitrix doesn't do those eyes justice... they're far brighter than any
holocast florescence in that device.
Color leaks on the sides of the Rook's face, but then there's black and then
white, Ben starts to get scared until he sees the fur covered alien's cat-like
eyes are none of the three base colors. Ben blatantly stares into them until
the alien looks at Ben's wrist and then back at his eyes. Ben awkwardly
blushes, stuttering self-consciously, "Wh-who are y-you?"
"Rook Blonko," Blonko manages to say, throat going dry and weirdly scratchy,
"Magister Tennyson sent me..."
Ben blinks in surprise, "Grandpa?"
Liam stalks up behind Rook, who flip-kicks him to the ground with a cluck,
Blonko lands on the ground as if nothing just interrupted the conversation, and
states matter-of-factly with his lips in a thin line, "I'm your new partner."
Ben immediately glares at Rook, "What?!"
***** Boom that just happened *****
Chapter Notes
     X'D been a while I know, but here it is!!! I hope you guys like it!
"My new-I don't WANT a new partner." Ben rejects, the instant heartbreak in
Rook's eyes makes Ben want to apologize, no alpha should look like that, "No
offense, but I'm Ben Tennyson."
Rook answers back voice stuttering but the determination to persuade his
childhood hero and future MATE isn't so easy a thing to break, "Y-yes I know,
it's an honor to be working with you sir."
"Wielder of the Omnitrix, See?" Ben sees the rekindled hope and knows he's made
a mistake, he holds up his Omnitrix like he's trying to ward off Rook's
persistence, "I've saved the universe like a billion times."
"I am well aware, it's required study at the Plumber's Academy." Rook shoots,
If what the plumber's academy have informed me is true then his ego is his
weakest spot.
"Really!? There's a whole class about me!?" Ben blinks, green eyes almost
sparkling in hubris.
"Chapter and a half." Rook can't help correcting, seeing the expressions Ben's
eyes showcase is quickly becoming addicting. Ben's visible deflation makes his
mouth shut with a sharp snap.
"Oh... well," Chapter and a half?! Are you kidding me? I saved the universe and
everything in it from Vilgax and tons of other evil aliens and my good deeds
only add up to a chapter and a half!?, Ben feels a his bad mood leaking into
his judgment but really doesn't care at the moment, Chapter and a half huhn?
I'll show you chapter and a half. I'm gonna go solo and show that a single
unmarked omega can go pro by themselves! ,"I was kinda looking forward to being
on my own now. You understand right? I have things under control here."
Rook looks around at the mass destruction, a raised eyebrow the only hint at a
scoff he resists that he let's himself indicate, "My mistake, I thought you did
not. I waited to see if you needed my assistance."
Ben, no longer paying attention to the Revonnahgander, notices the pair of
jailbirds making a break for it, "Well don't stop now! Not while the Omnitrix
is timed out."
Rook nearly smirks as he activates the reverse net function on his proto-tool,
"Oh, sorry sir." His aiming system doesn't fail him, it fires and catches all
three in the electric pulsing net.
Ben let's a gasp slip but quickly hides his gobsmacked face, he taps his chin
with his finger as a cover, "Not bad, but, ya know, I bet anyone could do that
if they had one of those" Ben pantomimes Rook's proto-tool "things."
"It's called a proto-tool," Rook exclaims, his pride and joy being the only one
to get it with his record breaking grades at the academy, "The most vercitile
tech in the known universe. I made some" Rook tampers and changes it's form
"special modifications myself. It-"
"Doooes it have a mute button." Ben cuts Rookoff. Righteous indignation
permeates his body. The Omnitrix is way better than that galactic swiss-army
knife.
"S-sir?" Rook risks, Did Ben Tennyson really just say something that rude!?
The Omnitrix activates with a beep, "Yes! Thanks for the help man, but I got
this now." Ben transforms into Blox after he slams his hand down on the watch.
Ben blinks down at his newest alien form, "Wow, who's this guy?"
He shrugs his shoulders and repeatedly hits the electron shield with fists that
break apart, strangely the blocks form back, "I did NOT see that coming."
Liam manages to break the net. His movement catches Ben's eye.
"Hey Rook! Tag out!"
Rook looks back at Ben reluctantly, focusing his eyes after that snide comment.
Ben rolls his eyes, Why is it that every alien that comes here doesn't at least
attempt to learn common expressions? ,"It means switch places. Get over here
and disable this forcefield for me, while I deal with those guys."
Rook trots over and examines the shield mechanically, still wrapping his mind
around what his omega to-be just snipped at him.
"Alright, let's see what this baby can do." Ben builds a lego bowl around the
badies.
One of the jerks inside gets the bright idea to shoot at their newest cage,
Ben's face crumbles from one, his face forms over the hole where his face once
was, "How's it coming?" Ben asks conversationally to Rook, wondering how long
he's gonna have to wait on the baby plumber.
Rook calculates his chances, sweat making his cashmere fur wet and slick
looking.
Ben's face gets blasted again, and though it forms back it still hurts,"WHAT
are you WAITING for!? Use your Techno-Thingy to-"
"Proto-Tool" Rook clips at Ben, his fingers are going light speed but there's
too many variables.
Ben's face is almost the exact image of Grandpa Max's grump-face, which is once
again shot and destroyed, only for it to reform in the same way, "Whatever!"
Rook sifts through his choices, his decision is made, turning to the side of
the building to his left.
Ben sees Rook's action,"No! What are you doing!?" THIS IS NO TIME FOR GAZING AT
THE SCENERY!!!
Rook puts a rocket on the end of his Proto-Tool and shoots it at the wall. The
market now has a four-arm's size drive-thru window.
Mr. Baumman rests his head on his destroyed food bar counter and softly cries
to himself.
Rook turns to Ben, "The shield fluctuation uses a b-care-x algorithm. I can't
break the code in time. We NEED to detonate it away from the populace."
Ben growls out "Speak ENGLISH!"
Rook is also getting frustrated at his soulmate,"Help Me Move IT Outside!"
Ben leaves the light ammo carrying group and carries the bomb towards the hole.
Rook stops Ben, "Wait!" Rook takes out a device and scans the building.
"oh take your time, " A menacing beep makes Ben look down, his eyes widen, "I'm
JOKING BY THE WAY!HURRYUP!"
"I have to scan for the presence of sentient life." Rook snaps, but when the
device stays silent he steps back, "All clear."
Ben lifts it up and the three stooge's shoot lasers at Ben's arms breaking them
in half. I need to find out where they're getting those guns and make them go
out of business! Rook reacts immediately and ricochets shots directed at him
back at the irritating gaggle of idiots.
"I've got it!" Ben forms a bowl to catch the bomb but the forcefield around it
burns through Ben's attempt, "I don't got it."
Rook goes towards it but Ben shoves Rook behind him for a second out of
instinct, almost squashing Rook. Ben quickly forms a catapult around it, and
some of the earth beneath it, and launches the bomb at the uninhabited
building.
They run for cover, "3, 2, 1!"
Ben forms a barrier around Rook with worry. The bomb goes CABOOM sending
everything that isn't nailed to the ground in the market scattered across the
floor in a giant mess.
The Omnitrix times out with a beep, thankfully after the bomb went off, Ben
examines Rook in nervousness, "You okay?"
Rook's grin is nearly an exact replica of the Tennyson smirk, he thumps his
hand rather hard against his armor, "Proto-tech armor, very sweet of you to try
and save me though." His fist bumps softly against Ben's chest, right over his
heart. "Thanks Partner."
Ben shoves Rook's hand away, a small blush lighting his cheeks and, if
possible, makes his eyes that much more beautiful, "Don't mention it."
"But I just did." Rook pushes tenaciously, a small and teasing smile gracing
his face, the peeks of sharp canines over his lips.
"And we're NOT partners." Ben adimantly defends, Rook can tell he's wearing
down on Ben's resistance though. The bad guys sneak away, Liam, however, can't
get his foot out from under a bit of rubble. "I work alone now." Ben states
again, he definitely is not getting use to this green-horn plumber, or missing
company.
"Yes sir." Took replies, the glint of knowledge easing the amber color of his
eyes to a deeper bergundy color.
"ugh, call me Ben, dude." Ben begrudgingly simpers, the "sir" grating on his
nerves.
Rook thinks for a moment, a teasing grin appears on his face, " ok... Bendude."
Ben face-palms, Rook looks around, Ben does too once he realises what Rook is
looking for.
Liam finally get's the rubble off of himself and dashes for the escape route,
Rook and Ben give chase, sliding down a crater side and jumping down boulders.
Running in a tunnel that Ben notices is definitely not naturally made.
Ben stops, "No way..."
Undertown lays before his very eyes. Rook doesn't stop, Ben blinks his awe away
and catches up with the alpha who is NOT growing on him.
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