I don't really know where I got the idea for this little….thing. And, no, it is in no way related to the song "Beautiful Girl" by Sean somethin-or-another. Chances are it's not gonna be that long of a story. The main pairing here is BeVin (obviously). If you don't like it, then why are you reading this? Go away! :K No nasty comments, please. My spirit is fragile (it says so on the box).

Ben 10: Alien Force belongs to Man of Action. Only the plot belongs to me.

~*~Beautiful~*~

It breaks my heart to see you like this; the way you brush us off. You hardly talk—I haven't heard you say anything in about a week—you've stopped eating, which, all in all sends up a red flag. You lost whatever muscle you had. I remember when your soccer coach suspended you from the team because of your condition. It's obviously not because you and Julie broke up, you had been fine for the first few weeks of being single and then you started this…self-punishment.

I, personally, never really liked her.

Why are you doing this to yourself? What could you have possibly done that was so horrible that would cause you so much internal pain? Is it because we don't have any aliens to protect the Earth from? Or is it because you took off the Omnitrix again? You think that, because you don't have any powers like your cousin, that the world doesn't need you, that you have no reason to exist?

Kids at your school are worried about you, too. Even those two punks…uh, Crush and T.J.? They've been worried about you for a long time. They even pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong.

It killed me when I told them I had no idea.

Right now I'm parked outside your house. I can see the light shining out your window. It's dark, but it's not late, more like eight o'clock, really. You forgot your jacket at Gwen's when you left, and I was thinking of giving it to you, but…I don't know. Maybe I should just give it to your mother to give to you.

With that thought, I turn off my car, grab your jacket, and walk up to your house. I don't even knock before your parents open the door. Your mother's eyes are red and puffy from crying, and your father is whiter than I am.

And that's pretty white.

They usher me inside as if they've been waiting for me to stop by. I life up your jacket, telling them that I just came by to drop it off, and your mother thanks me. Her voice is shaking and she has to pause before she insists that I give you the jacket myself.

I couldn't refuse, not with the look she was giving me. So I walk up to your room at the end of the hall. The door is ajar slightly, and I can see the light pouring out of your room. You stare at me when I walk in. I hang up the jacket on the coat rack behind the door, and instead of leaving; I grab the computer chair and sit next to your bed. I try to smile, but it's more sad than reassuring.

"Hey, Ben," I say. You wave weakly at me. It's childish, and, dare I say it, cute.

It's awkward for a while. You're staring at the carpet now, instead of me, almost as if you're ashamed of yourself. "Listen, Ben," I say softly, grabbing your attention. "I'm not here to try and get you to talk to me, and I'm not here to try and force food down your throat, okay? I won't force you to do anything you don't want to," I put my hand on your boney shoulder. God, it feels like you could break in half any moment.

"When you're ready to talk, I'll be here," and I smile. Not a sad one like earlier or a fake one I used to flash at your cousin, but a real, genuine smile.

And I think you noticed, too.

You look at my hand for a few seconds before closing your eyes, and my smile fades instantly when you start sobbing.

"Ben, what's—? " you leap from your bed at me, causing the chair to tip and send us both crashing to the ground. I rub your back and try to comfort you; your sobs shake your small body violently. I wish I could help you; I feel so useless. In the midst of my thoughts, I almost didn't hear you say the three words that would change our relationship forever.

"He raped me."

"Oh, god, Kevin, he RAPED me!"

Yeah, not the three words you were thinkin' about, were they? Well, for those of you who didn't CHEAT and scroll down to the bottom and read the ending first. 

Yes, okay, I realize that Ben actually said, like, 9 words here at the end, but whatever! It's still a good story, yes? No? Tell me so I can get the motivation to continue this…whatever it is.

~stereo-typed