So this hadn't actually been finished but I thought it's been way too long since I updated so I just gave you the first half of it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Ben 10, only my OC

It was a lot warmer than I remembered but somehow, cold at the same time. I'm not being delirious, I swear! My waist down feels toasty but my chest feels like someone has thrown snow on it. Behind me feels like a bouncy castle so I must be propped up with about fifty pillows. Or at least it feels like fifty. Could just be five. There are more than fifty pillows in the mansion though, so it may just be possible I have fifty pillows for support. I could make a pillow fort that would obliterate all other pillow forts! Ditto's pillow fort could eat my dust!

"Abi? Abi, wake up." warmth spread all over the back of my hand, wrapping around to my palm. Heatblast must be grabbing my hand. Was he the one speaking to me? Why's he in my room? Despite the crust on my eyelids (so attractive right?), I opened them, my eyesight slightly blurry from the crustiness. Now, if my housemates were human, I'd have trouble telling who was who, but they all looked so different, it was easy to tell who was who, even when they were just coloured blobs.

"Heatblast?" I cleared my throat once I heard how pathetically my voice had cracked on the first syllable. Big mistake. I felt hot fiery pain flush across my right side. I looked down to see a bag of frozen vegetables wrapped in my dressing gown, lightly pressed up against my side.

"Oh Abi, we were so worried." Heatblast brushed my hair from my face. He was sat at my bedside, on the side where the make-shift ice pack was. Wildmutt was lying on the bottom of the bed, but he'd wandered off somewhere in the one minute I'd been awake.

"What-? I don't- how did we get back to the mansion?" I asked him. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. It hurt to think. The wall of pillows behind me was too inviting as I leant back into it, trying my best to resist the temptation to simply go back to sleep.

"We aren't sure of what happened back at the circus. You'd have to fill us in on that. But once we got you onto the jet, you were out like a light. Sent most of us into a panic, especially Heatblast." Diamondhead said, coming into the room, obviously having heard my question. Wildmutt and Grey Matter followed him.

"Please, you were worried too." Grey Matter elbowed him from his perch on his shoulder. "Seriously though Abi, what happened back there? Even XLR8 didn't leave that much of a mark."

"I can't remember much but… I was fighting Calamare, I definitely know that." I said, my eyebrows furrowed as I tried my best to remember what happened building up to my black out. "Marlene! Oh god!" I gasped. She had fought the circus acts off for me to escape. "She risked her life for mine."

"It's okay Abi, you're safe now." Diamondhead sat on the other side of my bed. Now I had Heatblast to my right, Diamondhead and Grey Matter to my left and Wild Mutt near my legs.

"But she's not. Calamare has done who knows what to her." I sobbed.

"I'm sure she knew what she was doing." Heatblast consoled me. "But for now we just need to focus on you and Four Arms regaining your strength."

"Where is-?" I hiccuped, doing my best to will myself to not fully break down crying.

"Buzzshock and Ditto are keeping Four Arms company downstairs. He's still not… in the best state physically or mentally. But he's been getting up and about the place." Diamondhead explained, knowing what I was going to say like the mind reader he is. We were all quiet for a minute, not sure what else needed to be said. I sighed.

"I killed that woman on the jet."

"No Abi-" Heatblast started.

"No Heatblast. I did. I could've gotten her on the jet and dropped her off somewhere. But I was kicking her. I was only thinking of myself." I cried out hissing as I jostled my ribs.

"You were thinking about us, about Four Arms." Diamondhead's voice was firm and low. There was a tone which dissuaded me from even trying to argue with him. "No one knows what she would have done if she managed to get on the ship. She may have led Calamare straight to us all and then none of us would be free. No one here condemns your actions."

"I've just… I never killed anyone before. I don't want to have that on my conscience."

"It was not your fault Abi. That woman was too stubborn and mad at the fact we'd gotten away. There's no one to blame but her." Heatblast shook me from my grief.

"Since when has telling someone that ever worked?" I rolled my eyes. "Next thing I knew, I was waking up here. Calamare must have done quite the number on me.

"You gave us all a scare. Two unconscious people, one of which we had no idea why until we got you into the lab to run tests." Grey Matter told me.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"No, there's nothing to be sorry about Abi. You were fantastic out there." Heatblast cupped my cheek. He looked so sad, like he'd been forced to watch a loved one grow old while he never aged a day. Did these guys even age at the same rate as humans? I feel tired. A small 'ahem' cut through the deafening silence. Seriously, my ears felt like they were ringing.

"Abi, while you've been out the last three days-" Grey Matter started, jumping from Diamondhead's shoulder onto my bed.

"Three days!"

"-we found that you'd suffered from multiple severe electric shocks which caused burns in the contact area." he continued. Taking this new information in, it explained the weird sensations I was feeling on my arms, stomach and collarbone. The sticky adhesive from the tape and plasters wasn't letting my skin stretch when I moved.

"Yeah. There were these electric grenade things that stuck to me. Felt worse than the beating from XLR8."

"The good thing is," Wild Mutt's collar allowed him to finally speak "that Grey Matter says there won't be any long lasting damage. Worst case you'll be extremely restless for a few days."

"You don't have to worry about that. Restlessness doesn't feel like it's gonna be a problem. But there is something that I still don't understand." I said.

"What?" Grey Matter asked.

"How the hell did I get into my 'jamas?" My button down pastel pink pyjamas were most definitely not what I wore on the mission. The boys all suddenly found my room very interesting and focused their attention on that. "Right. At least one of you has seen me naked then. Great."

So they're safe. No new alien this time but there will be soon.