A/N: This story was just an idea I think is funny, so just relax and have a good time.

Now that I think about it, it's pretty similar to an episode of Supernatural - What Is and What Should Never Be.

Bzzzzz! Bzz-Bzzzzt!

Peter's eyes blinked open and his hand shot out of the covers to silence his alarm. Then he groaned and turned onto his side. Maybe he could sneak in a couple more minutes…

"Peter!" a voice called from outside his room. "Wake up!"

It took his sleep addled brain a moment to process, but when he realized it his eyes shot open. That voice - that wasn't May. Who -

The door to his room opened and a head popped in. "Peter, wake up! No snoozing today! You can't be late again - you've got that math quiz! " Peter's heart was beating fast. His body felt frozen, and he realized after a moment that he wasn't breathing. "Come on, up, lazybones! We have breakfast ready for you when you get dressed, okay?" The door closed, and Peter found himself staring at the wood where that face used to be.

Because that was definitely not May. May wasn't a man, for one. And she didn't have short brown hair and glasses.

No - Peter knew who this was, but only because he'd seen him in photographs and in his own blurry memories.

That was his father.

Peter forced himself to focus, his mind whirling as he struggled to understand what he had just seen. His dad was dead - had died in a plane crash along with his mother when he was four years old.

He pushed himself out of bed, blinking around his room. It looked mostly the same, although a few things were out of place. And - and it was blurrier than it should've been.

Peter rubbed his eyes, thinking that they still had sleep in them, but when he opened them again the world was still a bit too hazy.

Suddenly he realized something. There wasn't anything in his eyes, he just needed his glasses.

"Oh, no," he muttered as his mind raced to a conclusion. He ran over to the wall and placed his palm against it. But when he pulled down and reached for the ceiling with his other hand, he didn't go up - he went down.

He toppled onto the floor, knocking his lamp off the bedside table as he did.

"What's going on in there?" his dad's voice came through the wall. "Are you okay?"

"Fine!" Peter quickly replied, his voice tense. He didn't want anyone coming in. "Just - I just tripped!"

So. Not only was his dad - or someone who looked an awful lot like his dad - alive, he didn't have his powers.

What the heck was going on here!?

A few minutes later he was dressed for school, complete with glasses. He opened the door to his room and stepped outside slowly. It still looked like his apartment, but it was different. Different furniture, different pictures on the wall. He stopped at a photo of him and his father. He looked about five or six, and was standing in front of the school building. It might have been his first day of kindergarten.

Slowly he raised his hand up to the picture, but stopped just short of touching it. Instead, he slapped himself hard across the face.

"Okay," he muttered, rubbing his jaw where the skin was now stinging, "I don't know why I expected that to work."

The smell of bacon was drifting through the air, and he wandered towards it.

What he saw inside the kitchen took his breath away.

His father was sitting at the table, a plate of food and a newspaper in front of him. And in front of the stove, there was another figure, with shoulder length brown hair. She turned around, and -

"Morning, Peter!" his mother said, a soft smile crossing her face. "Come grab a plate and eat - you don't want to be late!"

Mechanically, his body moved him towards the counter and he grabbed a plate, his eyes following his mother the whole time.

When she caught his eye again, she chuckled. "You awake, kiddo? You look like a zombie."

"I - um," he stumbled, "Just… weird dreams."

"Oh yeah?" his dad said from the kitchen table. "What about?"

Peter took a shaky breath. "Uh, you know - can't really remember," he said, moving over to the table. "But - but it was weird."

His mom was washing the pan in the sink. "Well, I hope you got enough sleep. Kids your age need more sleep than you think." She flashed him a look, like they'd talked about this before. "Anyway, eat, quick, and go! You can't be late again."

Peter looked down at his plate, trying to keep his heart rate down. Possibilities were flooding through his head. Was this a simulation? Clones? Was he about to be poisoned by these eggs?

But they looked like normal eggs. And his spider-sense might not have been up and running, but he didn't feel like he was in danger.

Ned. He needed to talk to Ned. He could help him figure out what the heck was going on.

Peter scarfed down his breakfast and dumped his plate in the sink before running to grab his backpack.

His mom was watching him in amusement, and as he left, called out, "Bye, Peter! I'll see you tonight."

"Bye," he choked out, and closed the door behind him.

He let out a breath and looked down the hall. "It's okay, Peter," he muttered to himself. "Just get to school. You'll figure this out."

The journey to Midtown was calming in its normality. The route was the same, the sounds were the same - the same five people he always saw were on the train with him.

It had warmed up by the time he got to school, and the sun shone over the sports fields. Then he went inside, and got wrapped up by the crowd of kids and the sounds of the morning rush before class.

He went straight to Ned's locker, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw his friend there, shoving books in his backpack.

"Ned!" he called out, and when he got close enough, put a hand on his shoulder. Ned turned around in surprise. "Ned, you won't believe who's in my apartment right now."

Ned blinked. "What?"

"I woke up this morning and my mom was cooking breakfast for me!" he blurted. "I don't know what's going on, but this cannot be good."

Ned was looking at him like he was crazy. "Are you… okay?" he said slowly.

"No I'm not okay!" Peter hissed. "My parents are alive!"

"Um… right." Ned glanced over his shoulder, then back at him. "Uh…"

He ran a hand anxiously through his hair. "Something is not right here, dude."

"Yeah, no kidding," Ned replied.

Peter looked up, surprised at Ned's tone of voice. "Huh?"

Ned raised an eyebrow. "Like, no offense, Peter, but why are you talking to me? We're not friends. Or so you've let me know several times."

He took a step back, shocked. "What? I never said that!"

Ned slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Listen, I don't have time right now, okay? Take your weird non-problems somewhere else."

Peter was forced to step out of the way as Ned walked off across the hall. Michelle was there, he watched stupefied as the two of them talked for a moment. Ned pointed back in his direction, and they both laughed.

What.

Before he could even think about what just happened, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned around to see Flash Thompson.

Peter groaned internally. He did not have time for this. First his parents are alive, and now Ned wasn't talking to him? He didn't have the energy to fend off Flash's taunts.

So he cringed as Flash opened his mouth, but all that he heard was, "So, you ready for this math quiz, Pete? Sorry I missed that study session last night."

He blinked. Did Flash just call him 'Pete'?

Flash frowned a little. "You okay, buddy? You look like you just got hit with a bus," he added with a chuckle.

"Uh, I just - didn't sleep well last night," he managed.

"Oh, okay - no wonder you're wearing your glasses today," Flash replied easily, leaning up against the lockers. "By the way, did I just see you talking to Ned Leeds? What was that about?"

"He, uh… borrowed my book."

Flash shot him a weird look, but thankfully seemed to shake off the subject. "Okay, whatever. We should get going, the bell's about to ring."

Okay, so Flash thought he was friends with Peter, and Ned wasn't friends with Peter. This just kept getting weirder and weirder.

So of course it didn't stop there. Because when he turned the corner, he saw -

"Liz?" he stopped short, shocked. Liz was in Oregon. Had moved there after her father was imprisoned. But then apparently not, because she was right here.

Liz was taping a flyer to the wall, and she turned around and smiled at him. "Hey, Peter!" She stepped towards him. "Wow, are you okay? You look sick or something."

He steadied himself with a breath, and shook his head. "No, no - just - just tired. Couldn't sleep last night."

"Oh, good," Liz replied, moving ever closer. "Means I can still do this."

She leaned in to kiss him, and Peter's brain nearly shut down.

Luz pulled away with a smile. "I'll see you in class, yeah? I've got to finish putting these posters up."

It probably took him a moment too long to respond considering his system was rebooting. "Right," he said. His tongue felt numb. "I'll - yeah, class."

She chuckled at him. "Get some coffee or something, you're half asleep." Then she turned and started taping more flyers to the wall.

Flash tugged on his arm. "Come on, dude. We're gonna be late!"

Somehow Peter got his limbs working again, and he raced down the hall after Flash to their classroom. He saw Ned in the back next to MJ, and caught his eye for a moment. Ned looked away quickly, instead shooting MJ a look. Peter quickly sat down next to Flash, something strange twisting in his chest.

Luckily, the quiz was easy, and it passed quickly. Somehow, so did the rest of the day. After getting over the shock that was Flash and Liz, anyway. They seemed to accept the excuse that he was tired, and laughed and joked casually around him. Liz must have been his girlfriend, because besides the kiss, she was just comfortable touching him - playing with his hair, and fixing his collar.

Peter couldn't stop looking over at Ned and MJ, watching them as they went about their own day. But besides the occasional glance, neither of them acknowledged him at all.

By the time the bell rang for the end of the day, Peter was drained. Nothing was right here. Why was this happening? Was he still asleep?

But no - no matter how often he pinched himself, he didn't wake up.

So what was this? Was this some alternate timeline or universe? But if that was the case, how had he ended up here? And how would he get back?

He wandered back to his apartment slowly, his shoes dragging on the sidewalk.

He didn't have his powers, and his parents were alive here. So, what else was different? Who else was -

Peter stopped suddenly, his eyes widening. "Ben!"

Ben might be alive! But - where? He had woken up in his apartment, and they obviously weren't there. But that was where Peter had lived as long as he could remember. Distantly, he could remember visiting Aunt May and Uncle Ben as a little kid, and it had been somewhere else. But where?

He brought out his phone and searched through his contacts. There wasn't an address for Ben, but May had one.

Desperate to get there as fast as possible, he hailed a cab. Fifteen minutes later they pulled up in front of a building. Peter paid quickly and jumped out of the car, heading for the door. He looked down the list and found the name "Parker." He rushed to press the button.

He looked around impatiently as he waited for the response, and soon enough he heard, "Hi, who is it?"

Peter smiled. It was May. "May, it's me," he said. "It's Peter. Can I come in?" He hadn't meant to, but he sounded a little desperate. Somehow May's voice had always been comforting to him, and he could use some of that right now.

"Peter?" May sounded surprised. "Oh, sure. Yeah, I'll let you in."

The door buzzed and unlocked, and Peter pushed his way in. He ran up the stairs two at a time, then looked around for their apartment number. He found it quickly, and knocked.

May opened the door, still obviously surprised at his presence. "Peter, hi! What - what's going on? Why are you here?"

He entered the apartment and looked around. He saw various knick knacks that he recognized, but it was different than he expected. "Is Ben here?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

May closed the door and followed him inside. "Uh, no - he's at work right now. Peter, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

His throat felt tight, and he bit his lip before it wobbled. Ben was alive!

Peter took another deep breath, and looked at his aunt. She looked young - younger than she usually did. Well, he thought, it probably helped that she didn't have to worry about raising a kid.

"No," he said eventually. "I just - wanted to see him."

May looked at him curiously. "Well, he'll be home in an hour or so, I guess you can wait around."

Peter nodded. "Okay. Thanks, yeah." He walked slowly over to the couch and took a seat.

He heard steps coming up slowly behind him. "Seriously, is everything okay? I mean, you know I love seeing you, but… it feels like something's happened."

Peter swallowed and shook his head. Somehow he felt calmer now than he had all day. "No, I'm okay. Sorry to barge in. I just… really want to see Ben."

She had come around the couch and was considering him. "Okay," she said finally. "Well, uh - you want some… food, or something?"

He smiled. "No, that's okay. I'm good."

May shrugged. "Okay," she replied. "Well, I was just about to shower, actually, so…"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry, I'm fine. Do whatever you were doing. Don't worry about me."

Once she had left the room, Peter just leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment. He was pretty sure of it now - he must be in some alternate universe. That was the only thing that made sense.

Even though it made no sense at all.

But he would figure this thing out - and before he did, he was just going to take advantage of it. He wasn't going to leave here until he saw Ben.

Sure, it was nice to know his parents were alive. But honestly, he had never known them. They were only a hazy memory to him. All he remembered was maybe a few smiles and a warm feeling. But May and Ben had always been the ones who had raised him.

There were many times when he was younger that he wished to have parents. It was only when Ben died that he realized he had had them all along. And now he was going to get to see him again.

He got up slowly and explored the apartment, the sound of water from the shower floating down the hall. He saw pictures of Ben and May together in various spots around the world - on beaches, in front of the pyramids, at a Japanese temple. They were obviously still young and carefree, with no child to tie them to one spot.

Peter felt guilty for a moment as he realized what he had taken from his aunt and uncle. If he had never come into their lives, they would have gotten to live their dreams.

And Ben would still be alive.

He settled down to wait for Ben to come home, getting more anxious as the time drew nearer. Eventually, the shower cut off in the bathroom, but still May didn't come out. She was probably getting ready for work.

Then he heard the lock turn in the door, and it swung open, and Ben walked inside.

Peter froze, just staring for a moment. It felt like a miracle.

Ben still hadn't noticed him yet. He was taking off his jacket, throwing his keys on the table. Then he looked up. "Peter?" he said, obviously confused. "What - what are you doing here?"

Peter couldn't stop. He ran forwards and wrapped his arms around his uncle, face pressing into his shoulder.

Ben was shocked for a moment, but then returned the hug. "Peter," he said again. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" He pushed away and looked Peter in the eye. "Did something happen?"

Peter swallowed around the knot in his throat and said thickly, "No - no, it's fine."

Ben blinked. "Then why - are you sure? It doesn't seem like everything's fine."

He took a shaky breath and backed away. "Yeah. I just - it's been a weird day."

"Okay," his uncle replied slowly.

Suddenly Peter felt like he didn't belong, and that nothing was right. This wasn't the Ben that he knew. This wasn't Uncle Ben. This was just his uncle, Ben.

He shook his head quickly. "I'm sorry. I need to go," he said.

"What?" Ben looked even more confused.

May walked back into the room, dressed in her nurse's scrubs. "Hey, Ben. Did you see Peter's here?"

"Well, yeah. But apparently he's leaving now," Ben replied.

May frowned. "What? Peter, are you sure you're okay?"

Peter was gathering his stuff. "Yeah. I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have come. I'll - I'll see you around," he finished lamely.

"Peter!" Ben called after him, but he was already out the door.

He blinked back tears as he rushed down the stairs and out the front. He thought of his own Uncle Ben - the one that knew him inside and out, and had always believed in him. He thought of all the memories they shared - the ones that this Ben had no knowledge of.

He made it back to his apartment in a blur, memories swirling through his head. When he bust through the door, his mother was there, sitting in the living room. Her head snapped up.

"Peter?" she said. "Where have you been?"

He rushed past her. "I don't feel good," he said. "I think I need to go to bed."

"Oh, okay," she replied, confused. "Did something happen?"

He shook his head and walked towards his room, avoiding her eye contact. "No, I just don't feel good."

"Do you want some soup or something?"

"No," he said, and closed his door behind him.

He threw his bag down and pressed his back up against the door, breathing heavily. His hands clenched into fists, and he wiped his sleeve across his face.

Maybe if he just went to sleep. He woke up in this universe - maybe he would wake up in his if he just went to sleep.

He kicked off his shoes and pulled himself under the covers, pulling them up over his face, and screwed his eyes shut.

And slowly, he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

A/N: Let me know your thoughts about this silly story!