Author's Note: Hello everyone! Thanks for taking the time to read my story I hope you don't find it too boring XD Like the summary said instead of aliens everything is mythical e.g Charmcastor is now on official witch, Michael Morningstar will be a vampire, The plumbers are a international group of people who use weapons invented by Fairies and Witches to fight evil etc. I wonder what I made Kevin *grins*. I've written out quite a few chapters in advance so I can tell you that I'm going to be following canonish Alien Force (meaning I'll be using a few canon events, but slowly turning it into my original plot) until about the end of chapter 5 which will be completely original after that except for Ben 10 characters. Note: Omniverse characters won't be present sorry I couldn't work them in

Oh and this writing either means emphasis on one word or a flashback

Pairings that will be included: Gwevin, Benlie, OCxOC

Pairing that will happen if you like her: PiercexOC

Pairings I'll try to fit in: DarkCaster and HelenxManny

Also at the end of each chapter I'll just quickly re-explain new weapons/characters and helpful tidbits just in case it was unclear because of my poor writing.

Constructive criticism and reviews are greatly appreciated in helping me to make it more enjoyable for you and just kick back, relax and enjoy! Xx

Chapter 1: Everything has Changed

Ben stared at the open textbook as though at any moment it would jump forwards and attack him. Definitions, equations and graphs littered the pages to make it easier to understand yet still somehow came out gibberish. He grimaced. This was definitely not how he wanted to spend his Friday evening.

The tap of a pencil on the deep mahogany table woke him from his trance-like state and his forest green eyes met with her midnight black ones. She motioned to the book.

"Do you understand it a little better?"

A simple question with an easy answer, but for Ben he was at a loss for words. A rare occasion for those who knew him. Organizing his thoughts he took a deep breath in to show her he was about to use all his mental energy on answering her. Out of the corner of his eye he caught her raising a single dark eyebrow in amusement.

"Metallic Bonding is the bonding of two metals, Covalent Bonding is the bonding of two non-metals and they share an electron AND Ionic bonding is the bonding of a metal and a non-metal and electrons are transferred." he finished, a triumphant smile spreading over his face. He looked across to the girl next to him whose head was bobbing back and forth in approval.

"That's correct."

Ben's smile spread further over his face, his hands about to be raised in victory until she stopped him.

"But I explained that to you an hour ago. What I was asking was if you understood what Precipitation and Redox reactions were."

Ben's face fell in dejection as he slammed his forehead on the cold wood before beginning to grip his hair in frustration. Stupid physics. When was he going to use it anyways? When was he going to use algebra was a better question. He, however, already knew the answer to that. Never.

"Maybe we should call it a day?" she said rubbing her hand on his back soothingly in an attempt to comfort him.

"That's the best thing I've heard all day." he mumbled through his folded arms. Her cheery laughter reached his ears and slowly he found the strength to raise his head before resting his chin on the edge of the table.

"How does popcorn sound?" she offered him. Ben rose upwards tiredly as he turned in his chair to face her.

"Lots and lots and lots of butter. Oh and salt. Mostly butter. Don't forget the butter." she smiled and began to make her way to the kitchen.

"Just take a seat on the couch. I'll come in two minutes." she promised.

Ben got up and began stretching his limbs before letting out a tired yawn. Sitting down at the same table for hours getting Physics drilled into your head can do that to a person. Flopping down onto the couch he begrudgingly picked up the TV remote and aimlessly began to flick through channels on the Plasma.

It was as if the universe was trying to mock him as every station had something Physics related. When he finally landed on the Big Bang Theory he gave up, decided this was the most enjoyable show with Physics and threw the remote to the farthest end of the couch.

"How's the popcorn coming along?" he yelled to his petite girlfriend who was still hidden away in the kitchen.

"I'm putting it in the microwave now!" she yelled back.

"Is there butter?"

"Let's just say there's enough butter that only you would find it appetizing!"

Ben couldn't help, but smile at this before letting out a small groan.

"I'm going to fail this test Julie." he shouted. No response came, but the sound of popping and the smell of butter began to fill the air causing Ben to sub-consciously drool in appreciation. Only now he realized how hungry he was.

"You'll do fine, you've improved a lot!" she called back. Clattering plates could be heard and not a moment later she arrived with a large bowl of golden steaming popcorn. Ben moved over giving her room to place the popcorn between them and the two grabbed hungrily as they watched.

"Thought you said only I'd eat the popcorn?" he smirked as he watched her place another handful in her mouth before it disappeared. She shook her head, her perfect black bob not losing a hair out of place.

"I said there's enough butter that only someone like you would eat it, but then I remembered. There can never be too much butter." she said before reaching for more. Ben laughed and he grabbed as much as he could. The way both of them were eating it'd be gone within minutes.

"I've seen this episode five times." Ben said.

"So have I, but it's still funny." she giggled. Checking her watch Ben noticed her eyes bulge ever so slightly before her gaze returned to the TV.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked. She looked over to him with an expression reading 'I-have-no-idea-what-you're-talking-about', but after a concerned stare from Ben she gave up and sighed heavily.

"The tennis finals started ten minutes ago and I really wanted to see the match." she explained. Ben nodded dimly in understanding and pointed towards the remote. Curiously, she picked it up and handed it to him.

"Why didn't you say so sooner? What channel is it on?" he asked not giving her a chance to answer as he began working his way through different shows. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Really? You don't mind watching? I don't mind if you hate tennis." she said her voice changing slightly towards the end which Ben knew mean't she was lying. Tennis was a part of who Julie was. Disliking tennis in a way was the same as disliking her. True, before he met her Ben hardly gave the sport a second thought, but now he made sure to attend all her games and watch at least one game a week so he knew what she was talking about.

"It's fine like I said I've watched that episode five times and I enjoy tennis. Rafael Nadal is my favorite." he said finally finding the right station as he watched her face light up.

"You're the best boyfriend ever!" she said wrapping her arms around his neck and planting a quick peck on his cheek. Milliseconds after this she gave him a playful slap on his shoulder.

"Except about the whole rooting for Nadal thing. Djokovic is better." she said teasingly. Ben smirked.

"I'll agree when I can pronounce his surname." he said earning him another playful slap which was complimented with an innocent glare.

Ben smiled inwardly. The two had been dating for a little over two months and he couldn't be happier. He always had a small crush on her the minute he saw the Asian-American, but just like any other teenager denied it as much as possible. When he noticed other guys, however, trying to make a move he swallowed his pride and very shakily asked her out. No-one else could understand what he was saying except Julie, who grinned from ear to ear and nodded with a very enthusiastic yes.

He laughed at her "threatening" glare and the two watched contently as the players hit the ball back and forth at mind-boggling speeds when Ben noticed the time at the corner of the screen.

"Hey what time is it?" he asked wanting to double check. Julie rolled up her petal pink sleeve and checked on her watch.

"A little after ten-thirty why?"

Ben gave a sigh, so the time was right. Getting up he went to go pack his school bag.

"I have a soccer match tomorrow morning and I don't want our team to lose because I'm half-asleep." he said zipping up his bag.

"Do you want me to give you a lift home?" she offered seeing as she knew Ben wasn't old enough to drive yet. Neither was she, but this still didn't stop her from owning her own scooter which coincidentally was the same pink as her hoodie.

He shook his head. "No it's fine I'm only a few blocks away and I wouldn't want you to miss your tennis match" he said.

Julie smiled and got off her feet to give him a tight hug good-bye.

"Best boyfriend ever." she reminded him causing his cheeks to form a reddish tint before he willed it back to normal.

"Good luck for your game tomorrow, I'll be in the stands supporting you." she promised and Ben wrapped her in a tighter hug feeling the ends of her hair tickle his nose.

"Thanks Julie, I gotta go." and with one last hug he was out the door.

"Oh and Nadal is gonna win."

"BEN!"

"MOM! I'M HOME!" Ben announced hanging his bright green jacket on the coat hanger whilst shaking his matted mud brown hair until it was its usual uncombed, lovable mess.

"Hi sweety p- wait did you walk home by yourself?" he could here his mom shriek from somewhere in the house.

He rolled his eyes at her over-paranoid nature and yelled back.

"Yeah, but mom it's Bellwood! This place is the most safest place on earth!"

Boring was the better word he would've used. Nothing exciting ever happened in the small town of America and after so many years he still hadn't decided if that was a blessing or a curse. He could hear his mom give a small knowing sigh.

"All right Ben I suppose you're right. There's leftovers in the fridge sorry we ate when you said you were going to be a little bit longer. But you're not getting any until you clean your room"

Ben groaned.

"Mom how many times have I told you it's organised chaos!" he shouted. He watched in slight horror as she exited the kitchen arms folded in defiance. Her olive eyes blazing as she closed the gap between them.

The age old mother-son war was about to begin.

Now she didn't seem tough with her cheerful yellow hair and gentle smile. Heck she was even a few centimetres shorter than her son, but when she needed to be; she was a raging vortex of evil. Frilly pink apron and all. Sandra Tennyson, was one person never to push around.

"No buts." she warned waving a half-washed wooden spoon around threateningly.

"I've left it exactly the way it was this morning. Now march your little legs up there and start cleaning!" she said raising her voice. Ben didn't budge. He was not losing this war, not this time.

Her angered features softened into disappointment.

"Pretty please Benny." she said pouting slightly and making her eyes go wide, similar to that of a wounded animal, in an attempt to guilt-trip him. Ben wavered and he watched in agony as the mischievous twinkle came back in her eyes. She won.

"Thanks honey." she said and gave him a quick kiss on his forehead before disappearing back into the kitchen to finish her cleaning.

Head hung low, Ben walked up the stairs in defeat to his room. Halfheartedly he opened and closed the door and threw his bag down without bothering to check where it landed.

His entire floor was littered with comic books, clothes and a few other things he couldn't quite identify anymore when he looked upwards and saw it.

Resting ever so innocently on his bed's pillow was a bright red gem about the size of his fist which he was positive was not there when he left. Careful not to step on anything he moved closer to get a better look. Upon closer inspection Ben was able to see the ever so slowly beating wings attached to it which were similar to that of a Dragonfly's. Ben knew exactly what it was.

A Scarlett Seeker.

His grandfather showed it to him a number of times when they were on the road during summer vacation. A Scarlett Seeker was a device which once encrypted with a message would fly over land and oceans seeking the receiver and would not stop until its mission was fulfilled. To everybody else, but the receiver it would look like a harmless leaf. His mom must have assumed it was just a part of the mess and left it which was lucky for him.

Even though Ben knew what it was he still had no idea of their history or how they were supposed to work. He didn't even know how to read the message.

Picking it up carefully, not wanting to break the delicate wings, he held it in his hand. Its wings began to beat menacingly until it abruptly stopped. Once it stopped the wings folded into the gem and it gave a dim glow.

"What the hell do I do with you." Ben whispered. Suddenly a memory flashed before his mind.

A ten year old Ben sat in a chair of the Rustbucket and looked through the window in bored irritation. Directly opposite him sat an old man in his late sixties and wore an outdated Hawaiian shirt. His snow white hair was neatly combed back and his large hand was holding a strange gem.

"Ben."

Ben let out an annoyed huff and turned to face him, his grandfather's expression like that of a strict teacher tutoring an annoying class.

"Ben you've only just learn't about the Myths." he began. The Myths were what Plumbers, such as himself, referred to instead of just blatantly calling it the Magical world. When Ben asked why he simply said because it sounded cooler.

"And now that you've learn't about the Myths it shall never leave you and the only way you'll be able to cope is if you learn the basics. And Scarlett Seekers are as basic as you'll get."

Ben rolled his eyes and looked down at the thing clamped to his wrist. The neon green hourglass shone back eagerly and he made a face.

"Fine." Ben mumbled angrily and looked to his cousin who was sleeping soundly.

"Who the hell gives a lesson at two in the damned morning?" he thought bitterly.

The smile on Grandpa Max's face returned.

"Good. All right let's get started."

But Ben, being Ben, only listened to the first ten seconds before zoning out for the next three hours. He did, however, remember one very clear instruction.

"Now Ben the important thing about Scarlett Seekers are that they only work on flat or at least roughly even surfaces. Lay it down on the floor and you'll receive the message."

With this knowledge Ben began pushing everything into one giant mountain in a corner. Finally satisfied with the clean-ish floor he placed it down and took a step back.

Nothing happened.

Ben breathed out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm going insane." he said and gave a rather unconvinced laugh. Walking towards it, he began to reach down to pick it up when it started to hum softly and glow brighter. He pulled back his hand as if he got burned and stumbled backwards. Trying to steady himself he did not expect it to start shooting rays of blinding light. Shielding his eyes he was only vaguely aware of a person beginning to form.

Once the rays ceased Ben lowered his hands only to be stunned silent.

"Grandpa?"

"Grandpa?" Ben said shocked.

"Hello there Ben." Grandpa Max replied back to him, his grey eyes coated in unshed fear.

"H-how?" Ben tried to search for words unable to describe what he was witnessing.

His grandfather had gone missing weeks ago and though his father assured him it was nothing his tone had told him otherwise. They received a call from him a week after he was gone and he assured them he was fine. Though he sounded convincing Ben's gut told him something was wrong and Ben trusted his gut a lot more then his brain. Sure enough after the call it was impossible to get hold of him.

So if everything was all right like Max claimed, why was he standing right in front of him? Was he even there?

Cautiously, Ben worked his way closer and closed his eyes not wanting to witness his own stupidity.

"There's only one way to find out if he's there." he thought. Instantly he began waving his hand around madly. When nothing happened he slowly opened his right eye only to see his arm clear through his grandfather's abdomen.

Ben's first instinct was to scream.

And so he did.

A girlish scream escaped his lips before he shut it with his free hand. Hard footsteps could be heard rushing up the stairs and loud knocking on his door ensued.

"Ben? Ben are you OK? It's mom can I come in?"

"NO!" Ben yelled back. The last thing he wanted was his mom to come into the room and see what was happening.

"Well is everything OK? Why'd you scream?" she said her voice still tense though the knocking had stopped.

"I... uh found my Gold Sumo Slammers Card. It was, uh, bent." he said mentally kicking himself for such a stupid lie.

"If your room was clean it wouldn't have happened! Dammit Ben don't scare me like that!" she said and her loud footsteps slowly faded to nothing. Unsurely, Ben pulled his hand back and was surprised to not feel anything though Grandpa Max did shake digitally a bit.

"I know you weren't listening to me Benjamin. So in case you haven't figured it out yet this is only a holographic message of myself."

"...Oh."

Feeling highly stupid, he shuffled awkwardly and mentally promised himself he'd listen to every word the old geyser had to say.

"I'm sorry I've lost contact with your folks and you. I can only imagine you must hate me." he sighed looking down at his feet before continuing.

"I'm back with the Plumbers, they've pulled me out of retirement since he showed up and things have been hectic Ben. Horribly."

"Who's h-"

"So I just wanted you to know not to worry about me or the omnitrix. I have it, and it's completely safe. He'll never get his hands on it as long as only I have it."

"Who is he-"

"Oh and please say hello to your cousin Gwen for me." his lips curled into a small worn out smile.

"Love you, Max out."

The holographic image of him closed until it was just a raw beam of dimming light. In a blink of an eye it shot back into the gem and it turned a deep purple. For a few moments Ben stared at the gem completely dumbfounded.

Then he began running through his room, frantically throwing random items everywhere as he desperately searched.

"You've got the omnitrix?" he said almost expecting an answer. Digging through a pile of black wrinkled shirts he found what he was searching for.

It was an old wooden box and stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the modern age clutter. It was big enough to hold only a few small items and had a few small signs of moss developing. Besides its appearance it was one of the most strongest and most impossible things to open which was useful to keep what was hidden inside it.

Wiping the dust that had developed over it Ben found the metallic square and pressed his thumb on it. Scanning his fingerprint the square opened with a strained clink and opened a small hatch. Part one of the lock was opened. Plucking off one of his hairs with a wince he lay the strand in the hatch. It snapped shut and the lid flew open sending three year old dust flying everywhere.

Ben gagged and began to swat the dust away before peering into the box. Just as he expected it was still safely stored inside. This was the first time he ever looked at it since he took it off. His stomach lurched and he was unsure if it was from nausea or nostalgia. In his hands was the most powerful device in the known universe.

If you could even call it a device.

The omnitrix was in the shape of a black widow spider except it was the size of an overbulky watch. Instead of a traditional widow's red hourglass this one glowed an eery green and the legs were tightly hidden underneath. Besides its arachnid appearance, it really was a device and though it was his for five years he only knew how to use it and who invented it... vaguely. He sighed. He really did know nothing about the Myths.

One thing didn't make sense though. Here it was still exactly how he left it. So why did his grandfather say he had it?

"What are you hiding from me Grandpa?" he whispered under his breath as he began to think.

His grandpa said he was on a case and it was hectic, but Ben wasn't to worry. He knows what Ben is like if he finds out someone, especially someone he cares about, is in danger so if his grandpa didn't want him involved he wouldn't have sent him that message. Ben's tongue stuck out as he began to think harder. Which means his strong hints were for Ben to put the omnitrix back on and help him, but his grandpa was the one who told him to take it off. What he needed was a second opinion. He needed to talk to someone, someone who knew what was going on. Grandpa's message repeated itself in his mind. Gwen. He needed to talk to Gwen.

Checking his time on his watch he was shocked to see how late it had gotten. He knew Gwen switches her phone off after this time, but she'd still be up probably studying. So his only hope to speak to her was if he quickly ran to her house to speak to her. It was a stupid idea, but Ben has done worse. Sadly. He was distracted by a knock at the door.

"Ben, it's mom." she said not bothering to ask if she should come in or not. Swiftly he placed the omnitrix back in the box and through it under the bed. "You've been up here so long I figured you could use a break and... IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL CLEANING A ROOM?" she said gesturing wildly around the room. Ben looked around and sheepishly gave a small smile.

"Kinda?"

"This... is... bad BEN. Your room was cleaner BEFORE!" his mom continued her rage increasing. Ben couldn't blame her really. How the room looked before was fit for a prince compared to how it looked like now.

"I know this is bad and I will clean it as soon as I get back from Gwen."

"Now? You want to go to her now? You will not leave this room until everything in this room is put in its original place or thrown away. You here me? Not. Leaving. Not even for your soccer game because SERIOUSLY. BEN. I don't even know what that IS anymore!" she said pointing to a small object developing a blue coloured mold.

"But mom it's really important I go speak to Gwen right now!"

"NO. BUTS." she said stretching every non-existent syllable possible. "Whatever you need to speak to her about can wait until tomorrow. Now come downstairs. Eat and then march back up here and clean this room immediately." she finished a tone that mean't if he were to say anything else she would hold it against him for the rest of his life. So instead he nodded meekly and mumbled apologies.

His mom smiled, changing from a raging She-hulk to a playful kitten.

"Good now come down honey I made your favorite; meatloaf." she said and turned to leave, but not before eyeing the blue moldy thing.

Ben sighed and carefully placed the box once re-finding it into his schoolbag. Walking downstairs he noticed how right him mom was. Whatever that was coming he couldn't do anything about tonight. Whatever was coming could wait until tomorrow. Ben rubbed his eyes wearily.

"Tomorrow."

AAAAAAAAAAAAND done! *sighs exhausted* sorry it's so long! Hope you enjoyed! don't forget to review! As I promised:

Scarlett Seekers: Basically a pretty red gem which gives a life-size holographic message similar to what AF/UA Plumbers use, but now has been MYTHIFIED *jazz hands* and it is disguised as a leaf except to the recipient. I dunno cause I always thought the random leaves blowing that no-one could explain why they were blowing were messages for someone special. *shrugs*

Omnitrix: I know what you're thinking. "Who the hell does she think she is changing the omnitrix!" well... when I spoke to my friends they suggested seeing as I'm mythifying (these are words now) everything they said I might as well change the omnitrix. So I told them my spider idea and they loved it. First of all use your one hand to grip your other hand's wrist. This is how the 'spider's' legs holds onto Ben's wrist. The hourglass is on its circular abdomen and is large and will project Myths *aliens* the same way it does in alien force.

Omnitrix box: a box that will onlu open with the person's fingerprint and DNA signature. No other way of opening it. Nope. Not even flamethrowers.

Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic are two famous tennis players for non-tennis fans and if you don't watch Big Bang Theory WATCH IT NOW.

Canon bits: Ben finding the omnitrix in his room and grandpa max's message.

Non-canon: everything else :3

Julie won't be appearing for a VERY VERY long time so this will be the only action seen Benlie for a while /: I will try to update weekly and I'll message you if I can't.

If you have any further issues just PM me and I'll get back to you ASAP! Thank you!

~Necrofriggian