This is ignoring the countdown at the end of the latest episode. There will be another chapter to this.

Chapter One: Rescue

About a week and a half after the party was when it all happened. Pacifica had disobeyed the bell that day and was proud of herself for it, but it came with terrible consequences as always. She regretted it terribly and was now walking in the late evening chill of Gravity Falls with nothing but a dress and a shawl to keep her warm. She had her arms wrapped around herself tightly, trying to hide her bruises and keep herself warm at the same time. Pacifica sighed heavily and tried to pull the shawl around herself a bit more to keep warm. That's when she rammed into someone, knocking herself to the ground as she did. Why hadn't she been looking?

"Hey! Watch where you're-oh, it's you." The voice was harsh and old, so it could only belong to one person. Pacifica looked up at Stan Pines as he scowled at her disapprovingly. Pacifica huffed and got to her feet, ignoring the mud all over the back of her dress as best she could. Stan's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you doing in this part of town at this time in the evening? You up to something kid?" Pacifica glared at the man.

"No, I am not! Ow," Pacifica winced as she put her hands on her hips, causing the bruises on her left arm to throb in protest at the movement. She moved her hands and rubbed her arm a bit out of instinct, her face contorted in slight pain. Stan scowled and grabbed her wrist. "Hey!" The old man's grip was surprisingly gentle as he looked the bruises on her arm over, then scanned her face to find a few cuts and more bruises there as well. He let her go and Pacifica backed up a bit, glaring at him angrily.

"Who did this?" he demanded. Pacifica averted her gaze from him, rubbing her arm again now in nervousness instead of pain. "Well? Who was it? Some punks?" Pacifica didn't answer, just kept looking off to the side silently as Stan paused in silence for a moment. "Was it your parents?" Pacifica gave the quietest of gasps and glanced over at him as he said it. Stan's eyes narrowed more as she did. "I see. This happen before?" Pacifica took another small step back and nodded a little, feeling herself shake as she did.

"Pacifica Northwest!" At her father's voice the girl tensed and whirled around in fear, taking a step backwards towards Stan when she saw his angry face. "There you are! What are you doing out here with this fraud? Come on now." And there it was, that stupid ringing. Pacifica shook her head and took another step back. He father huffed in irritation and put the bell back. "You are coming home this instant, young lady!" Pacifica gasped in surprise and in pain as her wrist was grabbed tightly and painfully in her father's grasp, dragging her down the sidewalk. Pacifica yanked as hard as she could, it didn't help much but she could feel the grip tighten angrily.

"NO!" she screamed at his face, pulling again. She saw his free hand raise and she flinched away in preparation, but the blow never came, at least not to her. Pacifica opened her eyes and looked over as her wrist was released. There stood Stan, his eyes narrowed angrily and his knuckles bloodied slightly from hitting her father's now very bruised jaw. Mr. Northwest glared at the old man and got to his feet, his right hand rubbing the painful spot.

"How dare you hit me! I will have you arrested!" he shouted as he reached for Pacifica again. Stan wacked the hand aside easily and sidestepped to be in front of the girl, face filled with fury. "Stand aside old man! She's mine!" Another blow to the face that sent Mr. Northwest staggering backwards.

"Children are not possessions!" Stan yelled at him, getting the attention of the few people on the street. "I'm no lawyer Northwest, but I'm pretty sure that you'll be going to jail before I do. I have evidence of child abuse, and I'm pretty sure she'd testify against you." Pacifica kept herself form whimpering at her father's angry gaze, as if he was challenging her to even think about it. Pacifica found herself grabbing onto Stan's leg for protection. After a moment she nodded in agreement with, Stan feeling it against his leg. "That's what I thought. Now get outta here, before I change my mind and beat you into the ground!"

"You wont get away with this!" Mr. Northwest shouted in vengeance as he walked away. "I will get my daughter back!" Stan didn't grace the man with a reply, instead just waved him off with a disgusted grunt. Pacifica released his leg and stammered a thank you, hands folded together in front of her as she looked at the ground. She didn't know what she was going to do now. She couldn't bring herself to go home, and it wasn't like she had any friends that would let her stay the night. Not in this condition.

"Stop your yammering," Stan huffed out. Pacifica stopped and tensed a little. After a moment of staring down at her Stan heaved a sigh. "Come on, you're coming with me." Pacifica yelped in surprise as she was picked up off the ground by the man and carried down the street with her head over his left shoulder. Her arms wrapped instinctively around his neck as she stared behind him in surprise. She couldn't remember if she had ever been picked up by anyone before, especially not her parents. Maybe when she was a baby by the nanny, but aside from that she wasn't sure it had ever happened. Pacifica sighed a bit to herself, what a predicament she had found herself in. She closed her eyes and just hoped that she would make it through this.

And that's a wrap!

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