Ben was growing fed the fuck up. Between the stupid shit the Boys wanted him to do now that he was a so-called 'member' of their ragtag fucking vigilante group and the complexities of this new-age technology they were insistent that he learn about. Not to mention all the catching up he had to do about the things he missed.

He was just plain fed up, and he was about one mishap away from setting off another atom bomb from his chest.

Then the damn safe house door opened and that dick rider, Hughie, called out for him. Ben was about to start screaming. He didn't want to be bothered anymore - not in the next hour, not for the rest of his long damn life.

And then Hughie walked into the kitchen with someone in tow, and his breath hitched. He never thought he'd see that face ever again. "Rose?"

He was in utter disbelief. You looked just like her. His Rose. The only person he would ever believe actually loved him. The only person he ever really loved. But he left her behind in the 70s. You, though - you looked almost the same. Plumper lips and a little taller than her, but everything else looked the same. You even had her eyes.