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Chapter One: Arrival

Knock, knock, knock.

"Wow, you weren't kidding about them being early." Ford said, setting down his coffee to look at the kitchen's clock. It read 8:45. Stan took a deep breath, as though he were a child expecting to be reprimanded as he stood up, walked to the door and opened it to reveal a couple.

"Hey Uncle Stan." The man said. He basically looked like an older version of Dipper - though clearly lacking the boy's birthmark – with his hair styled relatively neatly.

"Hey, Jace." Stan smiled, and they exchanged a brief hug. Stan gave the younger man a firm pat on the back as he let go and turned his attention to the smaller, sandy-haired woman. "How ya doin' Kristen?"

"Hi, Stan." she said, giving the old man a smile that was reminiscent of Mable's smile. She raised her eyebrows so that her smile now looked to have a hint of cunning. "Where are my kids?"

"Nice to see you, too, Kris." Stan gave her a little smirk and ushered them in to the shack. "They're sleeping up -"

"Mom!" a voice bellowed from the upper floor. "Dad!" Mable, clearly just woken up by her messy hair and wearing the biggest smile they'd seen in years, was running so fast down the stairs that it was a wonder she didn't fall.

"Mable!" Kristen said as Mable barreled into her with a tight hug.

Jason smiled lovingly as he ruffled her hair. "There's our kooky cookie. Now where's your brother, hon?"

"Still sleeping." Mable said.

"I'm gonna go check on him." Kristen said, remembering that Stan said he'd been hurt in whatever it was that had happened. She let Mable go and went quickly up the stairs. It wasn't that she didn't trust Stan, she was sure he'd done all in his power to protect the twins, but all the same...

When Stan entered the kitchen followed by Jason and an ecstatic Mable holding his hand, Ford straightened up. It was uncanny how much his brother's son looked like Dipper.

"Ford, Jason. Jason..." Stan paused, unsure of how this would play out. Oh well, no turning back now. "Stanford."

Jason raised an eyebrow at Stan. "Stanford?" he questioned. "Huh. And I thought we were being unoriginal with our twins. Or are you actually uncle Stanley?"

"Yeah, about that..." Stan paused, again. Mable gave him an encouraging smile, but the tension was dropped when they all heard clearly:

"OH MY GOD, DIPPER!"

"I think Mom found Dipper." Mable said.

"Ya know, maybe we outta hold off an the explanation for now. Wait till Kris comes down." Stan said. Sensing that the conversation was about to become boring, Mable went to the fridge to get whatever she could find for breakfast. She quickly retreated to the leaving room with a bowl of surgery cereal and a banana. The television could just be heard from the kitchen as she turned it on.

"Good idea." Ford muttered. "For right now, all you need to know is that you have another uncle."

"Oh, I knew." Jason said, surprising the Pines brothers. "But I thought you were dead."

"We'll explain when Kris comes down." Stan said again. It wasn't as though Jason was a stranger to the oddities of Gravity Falls, after all he had spent several summers up here. The thing was that nothing truly dangerous had ever happened to him, otherwise he would never have sent his kids up here. He couldn't thank his uncle enough for protecting them as well as he did. "So, uh...Coffee?"

"Oh, please." Jason smiled gratefully as Ford got up to pour him a cup. "Knowing that the kids were in the middle of all this and than hearing that Dipper's been hurt, it wasn't like either of us slept last night."

"So," Stan said he and Jason took their own seats and Ford handed Jason a cup of hot coffee. "How's the advertising business treating' ya?"

"Not well, I'm afraid." Jason sighed. "The company's folding up."

"Oh." Stan's smile dropped. "Is that why you sent the kids up here?"

"Oh no, I just got the news last week." Jason said. "Like we said, we sent them up here to get from fresh air. Spend some time outside for a change."

"Well, what'll ya do now?" Stan asked.

"Not sure." Jason said. There was a ruckus in the living room and several new voices exclaiming his daughter's name. Checking in on this, Jason saw that there was a group of other girls. A large girl who looked closer to fourteen than twelve, a slender redhead who was clearly in her mid-teens, and two more girls who were more clearly Mable's age. Mable beamed when she noticed him. She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him into the fray.

"Everyone, this is my dad. He and Mom just got here. Dad, these are my friends. This is Wendy, she works at the shack with me and Dipper." she said, pointing to the redhead. Wendy smiled lazily at him, although he did see a fleeting look of disappointment on her face. "These two are my best friends, Candy and Grenda," she said, pointing at the large girl and the small one in the green shirt. They gave him smiles identical to Mable's and Jason imminently knew why these two were chosen to be his girl's friends. "And this is mine and Dipper's new friend, Pacifica." The last girl was bleach-blond and her clothes looked expensive. Unlike the other girls, though, she just gave him a small, shy smile, so Jason could at least believe that she had a friendship with his son.

"Hey, Jason, guess what?" Stan said, now leaning on the door-frame. "She's Northwests' girl."

Jason's eyes widened. "What? There really was some woman desperate enough to breed with that joker?" During his summers up here, Jason Pines hadn't interacted much with the local rich boy, and on the occasions that they did, they didn't get along. The longest interaction the two had ever had was when Jason had been fifteen. Preston had called his Uncle Stan a swine, which lead to a fistfight.

It was odd; the shy girl before him seemed too gentle to be anywhere related to that insufferable man. He was about to question this, until a welcome voice caught his attention.

"I'm fine, Mom. Really." Dipper said as he descended the stairs, closely followed by his mother. It was clear she'd been fussing over him; all of his cuts were dress, a pack of ice was tied to his pulled arm, and – as Pacifica in particular noticed – quite shirtless.

"Whoa." Jason said, now understanding his wife's worry. He hadn't imagined that Dipper would be so covered with cuts and bruises. "Dipper, what in the world happened to you?"

"Um...car crash?" Dipper said quickly, not keen on being fussed over again. No one noticed Wendy's unease as he said this. Greater good or not, she hadn't meant to get Dipper so roughed up.

"Kristy?" Jason asked. "Let's leave the kids alone for a bit. Stan wants to talk to us about something."

"We made coffee if you want some." Stan said, turning to go back to the kitchen.

"Oh, that would be heaven." Kristen sighed, suddenly looking very tired as Jason put his arm around her and they followed Stan and Ford into the kitchen.

"Feeling any better, bro-bro?" Mable asked as Dipper slouched on the couch.

"Sort of." he said. "Still sore, but I'll be fine."

This two-shot is taken from another collection of one-shots. I felt it'd get more attention one it's own.

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