Author's Note: Just a little Reverse Dipcifica… Hope you like it!
"You have no right to be here!"
"I just saved your life. I think I have every right."
"No way, you creep! You run off my new boyfriend, have a zombie death battle, and then you want to come inside the Shack, and borrow Gideon's clothing?" I yell at his smug face. "Just… go away!"
"Nope. I'm soaked in blood, and my amulet's not working… due to your choice of summoning spell, I might add. I'm not leaving until you at least let me take a damn shower and change out of these bloody rags," he reasons calmly. "I'll owe you a favor."
"It's midnight, Dipper!"
"Your fault for taking so long with that scumbag," he shrugs. "I did save your life."
"Ugh… fine. Don't take too long, and get the clothing back by tomorrow. If you don't, I'll kick your ass."
He gives me a bored look. "Let me in already?"
Look. I know he's psychotic. I know he's a jerk. The thing is… he's also my ex. And he saved my life tonight, after I accidentally summoned zombies to try and impress my… okay, by now definitely ex-boyfriend, Jake.
I let him in.
"Thanks."
…
I'm brushing my hair, and pulling it back into a ponytail, when he bursts into my room, in an white dress shirt and a pair of shorts. Apparently, they were the most Dipper-esque pieces in Gideon's wardrobe.
"What are you doing in here, Dipper?" I yawn. "It's almost two, and I'm tired."
"Just to tell you I'm l…" he trails off, suddenly focusing his gaze on my bed. His dark eyes flash cyan blue for a moment. "I'm looking to get some ice cream. And you are coming with me. Right now."
"What?"
"Ice cream. I'll pay. C'mon, let's go, I know a good place…"
He grabs my hand, and I yank it away.
"Pacifica," he starts.
"IT IS TWO IN THE MORNING, I AM NOT GOING OUT FOR ICE CREAM!" I shout at the top of my lungs. Boy, am I glad Gideon is sleeping over with friends, and Bud sleeps without his hearing aide…
"Yes, you are."
Has he lost what is left of his sanity? What is even happening?
"You're nuts."
"Yeah? Well, I'll buy you whatever flavor you want, and walnuts on top. You like those, right?"
He grabs my arm for a second time, and this time tries to drag me out the door.
"Get off me!" I pull out of his grasp, and he slams a hand on the wall next to my head.
"Ice. Cream. C'mon, Pacifica. You like ice cream. You know that I already saved your life once tonight," he whispers to me angrily, turning to glare at my bed again. "Please, Pacifica." A hint of desperation creeps into his voice. "Please. Come get ice cream with me. Now."
I stare into his eyes, now hovering between blue and brown, something that happens only when he's actually freaked out. I bite my lip, and sigh.
"Can you tell me why?"
"I really don't think I can."
I glare at him, but I finally nod. "Fine. If this is a set-up…"
"It isn't."
…
At the ice-cream place, which is strangely open at what must be at least two-thirty in the morning, Dipper pulls out his cell phone, and dials 9-1-1.
"What are you doing?"
"You want to know why I was so desperate to get you here?"
I nod.
"Well, it was an excuse. Hang on…"
The phone rings once more.
"I'm calling to report a break-in. There is an unknown man in the Mystery Shack. He has a knife, and I last saw him under the bed in the attic room… yes, I got out of the house, and I got the girl who lives there out… no, I'm not sure…"
He looks up at me. "Is anyone in the house?"
"Uncle Bud…"
He turns back to the phone. "Yes, Bud Pines is in the house. Yes… Okay. Thank you."
He snaps the phone shut.
"What was that?" I burst out.
"Your new boyfriend apparently wasn't happy with the way the date ended… or he was just a stalker. I saw his arm, and the knife, peeking out from under your bed."
What? Did he seriously…?
"I… thank you… thanks for getting me out of there," I say quietly.
"Not a problem. Anyway… I just saved you once. I wasn't going to let that go to waste."
I can't help laughing at that… at least he smiles, so I know it was, you know… actually a joke.
…
At the shack, I see Jake being hauled away, looking furious, and screaming.
"I must have awful taste in guys…" I mutter, blushing.
"Yeah? Well, hit-or-miss, anyway," Dipper shrugs. "I mean, don't forget- you did choose me, once upon a time."
"Yeah. Well. You're the best boyfriend I've ever had, and…"
He gives me a regretful look. "I'm sorry. I don't apologize much, but I really am sorry for what happened."
"I can't be with you again. You know that, right?"
By now, the cops have mostly cleared out, and Dipper looks sad. "Yeah. I know that."
I look at him, and for a minute, he isn't the psycho-crazy freak who almost killed me on our last date… he's the guy who fought against his uncle for me. He's the guy who danced with me for hours, and made me feel beautiful. He's the guy who healed me countless times, and never meant to lose control of his amulet…
I step up, and brush my lips against his for a brief moment.
Suddenly, I realize what I've done, and I rush into the shack, slamming the door behind me, and leaving him standing there.
I let the tears that I would never have cried for Jake fall.