A/N: I'm surprised I found myself enjoying Rick and Morty as much as I did, let alone write a fanfic that features it. Normally adult cartoons like it don't interest me all that much, but the creative sci-fi element and characterization of the characters drew me in.

Anyway, so I like the idea of the Stan twins and Rick going around being all badass, so I decided to have a story of my own centered around the idea. Admittedly, it's not my best work, I mostly wrote this for funsies, but I do hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it. And lame title, I know, will most likely come up with a better one later. Read on and tell me what you think in a review. Thanks!

WARNING: Massive spoilers ahead for season 2 of Gravity Falls. Time line wise the events here take place between 'The Last Mabelcorn' and 'Dipper and Mabel VS the Future'.

Rick stared at the strange cabin before him, then at the piece of scrap paper in his hand. He repeated the motion a few more times before he eventually shrugged, tucked the paper back into his lab coat, and made his way over to it. His grandson, Morty, followed closely along side him, nervously looking all about, like some baby duckling following it's parent. If there is anything he has learned from their adventures, it is no matter how safe things looked on the surface, dangerous things lurked around every corner,

"So uh, Grandpa Rick...why are we here? At what looks like a...tourist trap of some kind?"

"Geez, Morty, are we really going for the exposition bullcrap right now? Fine, whatever. As you should remember, I was attempting to purchase some things I needed from a buddy of mine for this device I was working on, when all of a sudden we where ambushed by the fuzz. You actually did something smart for once by grabbing my portal gun and helped us escape, but you lost that moment of respect when you accidentally landed your fat ass on the gun when we landed here. So now we are stuck here until I can get my gun fixed, luckily for you theres an acquaintance of mine that lives pretty close by in this dimension. He'll have the materials we need to fix it so we can get the hell out of here."

"So, he lives in...uh..." Morty took a closer look at the sign, "'The Mystery Shack'?"

"Hey, a good 30 years has passed since I have last been in this dimension, a lot can change. He probably still lives here, probability not, we won't know till we try. For all I know the guy probably got sucked into that portal device of his own that he was working on. I wouldn't be surprised, considering how last I saw him, the guy would sometimes go all loony and ****. His eyes would sometimes turn all yellow and weird, and kept doing all sorts of self inflicted pain upon himself...shutting his hands in the door, stabbing himself with kitchen utensils, setting his shoes on fire, things like that...all while laughing like it was the funniest damn thing ever. It was creepy. But hey, dabbling with portal technology sometimes does that to people. Not the first time i've seen it happen."

Morty wasn't sure how to respond to that, but they had arrived at the front door anyway. Before Rick could knock on it, a man in a suit, with a fez, eye patch and cane stepped out.

"Hello folks, and welcome to the Mystery Shack! Are you ready to be amazed, befuddled, bewil-...bewil-...bewalldard?...Damnit, I've always have trouble with that word!" The man paused as suddenly realized his mistake. He let his moment of frustration get the better of him in front of the potential customers, he quickly regained his professionalism, "cough, anyways, inside awaits-"

Rick interrupted the man. "Geez Stanford, I know you where starting to loose it last time I saw you, but I wasn't expecting...this." Rick said as he pointed to the man's get up and the building he had stepped out from. "Seriously, whats the deal with the whole hokey mystery man get up? I thought you wanted people to see you as a respected scientist?"

The man stared at Rick, blinking a few times, totally confused. He thought about things for a moment, then grinned slightly and decided to play along. "Oh this? Yeah, I decided to make some extra cash on the side to help fund my...uh...research..yeah. It was my brother's idea."

"Your brother Shermie told you to start a tourist trap?"

"No, it was my other brother."

Rick raised an eyebrow, "Other brother? I thought you only had one brother?"

Stanford twitched slightly, looking a little hurt by that comment, Morty noticed and Rick didn't care. Stanford continued anyway, "What? I never told you about Stanley? He's my twin brother, an amazing guy, we've been best buds since we where kids. We've done lots of amazing things together-"

"Jesus Christ, Stanford." Rick said, interrupting him again, "You mean to tell me that at some point when you where working on that portal you drove yourself to total madness, fabricating a twin brother just so you can have someone to talk to when you where alone? The split personality problem you where having then was bad enough, but this takes the cake. You really lost it Stanford, reeeeally lost it. You really should see a shrink buddy."

Then a six fingered hand reached out and grabbed Stanford's shoulder. A face leaned in, revealing another person who looked a lot like Standford's in many ways. "Stanley, what are you doing impersonating me again?"

Both Rick and Morty jumped in surprise. "HOLY ****!" Rick exclaimed, "I was not expecting there to be an actual twin brother!"

"S-s-s-so...who is the real Stanford?" Morty asked.

The man who had just appeared stepped forward, and pointed to himself, "That would be me, the one you where just speaking with is Stanley, and he is indeed my brother."

"Holy crap Stanford, I never knew you had a twin brother, thats just insane man! How come you never mentioned him before?"

Ford and Stanley grew quiet for a moment before Ford spoke, "Well...it's a little complicated."

Stanley huffed, then muttered under his breath, "...understatement of the century."

Ford ignored Stanley, and turned his attention to Rick, "So what brings you here?"

"My idiot grandson, Morty, broke my portal gun, figured you would have the things I need to help me fix it."

Ford's eyes widened in surprise, "Grandson? Well whatta ya know, I have grandkids now myself. Well, great niece and nephew, but still." Ford then went off, smiling proudly, as he talked about his great nephew in particular, "Heck, my nephew, Dipper, is pretty smart himself, must run in the family. He really admires my research. Reminds me of myself when I was his age, that boy is bound for great things one day, mark my words." Ford then looked at Morty, "So Morty, I take it your aiming to be a brilliant scientist like your grandfather too?"

Morty just stared at Ford with the look of a deer in the head lights, mouth agape, at a loss at how to respond to that question. "I...uh..."

Thankfully, Rick unintentionally saved his poor grandson from embarrassment by stepping in. "Are you going to help me fix this thing or not?" Rick said, whipping out the portal gun, showing it to Ford.

"Sure, everything should be down in the lab, I'll take you there." Ford said as he lead Rick inside, Morty closely following his grandfather once again.

Stanley shrugged as he watched a new group of tourists pull up to the shack in their car, "Whatever, I have some potential customers to swindle out of their money...I mean...you nerds go have fun, okay?"

As soon as Ford, Rick and Morty stepped inside, Dipper had come running, excitedly carrying one of Ford's journals in tow. "Hey Great Uncle Ford! I was reading up on what you wrote here and I thought there was something-"

Dipper stopped and stared, surprised at the sight of the new guests. "Oh, hello." Dipper gave a brief wave to the guests be polite.

"Dipper. This is Rick, an old acquaintance of mine and his grandson, Morty." Ford said as he introduced them.

"Sup kid." Rick said, casually shoving a hand in his pocket. Morty gave Dipper a sheepish smile and waved right back.

Rick realized something and had an idea, "Hey, this is perfect. Morty, why don't you and Dippy go run along and have fun. That way Ford and I can rebuild the portal gun in peace without you distracting us."

Morty shrugged, "Um..okay?"

Dipper's face fell as his excitement was now fading, "Can I at least tell you what I was going to tell you real quick?"

Ford frowned, "Sorry Dipper, it's going to have to wait, Rick needs my help, which is why he's here. You can tell me later okay?" in an attempt to cheer Dipper up, he added with a wink, "How about you tell me later tonight? When we have our scheduled D&D&D campaign then?"

It was effective as Ford figured it would be, Dipper eyes all lit up and he had a smug grin, "You bet! I have my biggest surprise in store for you yet, just you wait."

Ford grinned right back, and pointed at Dipper, "I accept your challenge."

Dipper then lead Morty away to the living room, where Dipper was prior, and the two old men where now alone. Ford lead Rick over to the vending machine. As Ford entered the combination, Rick spoke, "Holy crap Ford, just how old are you man? You still play Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons? What a looser! You're a ****ing nerd Standford, nerd! And playing with a friggin kid? What are you, some kind of man child? "

Ford turned to Rick for a moment, "No, he is." he pointed over at Soos, who was near by, distracted from cleaning the gift shop. The theme song from a popular sci-fi movie franchise was playing on the stereo. He was twirling the broom he was using earlier around, pretending that it was a weapon of some kind.

"I'm like, totally a rebel. The force is with me bros!" Soos said with such enthusiasm.

As Rick watched Soos, he spoke again, "I take back what I said."

As Dipper had lead Morty down the hallway, he decided to try striking up a conversation with him. "So uh, Morty, is it? What brings you and your grandpa to Gravity Falls?"

"Well, it wasn't by choice. Grandpa Rick and I where just trying to escape from the police in this one dimension, and when I used the portal gun we just kinda landed here..."

Dipper froze, his eyes widened, "Wait...you mean to tell me you guys came from another world?"

"Uh...yeah, we did."

Dipper's face lit up once again and proceeded to barrage poor Morty with a series of questions all related to interdimensional travel and the world where he came from. Morty did his best to answer them all, but Dipper's enthusiasm was quite over whelming for him. The stuff about interdimensional travel he flat out admitted his grandfather knew a lot more about that stuff than he did. Dipper had been wanting to know more about another dimensions ever since he had learned of their existence, but Ford didn't really want to talk to him about it.

When they arrived in the living room, Mabel was laying on the floor drawing and the TV was on in the background. On the TV there was an infomercial for this thing called a Tiger Wiper, 'from the makers of Owl Trowel', it touted. Morty just looked at the TV in awe, with an announcer that sounded an awfully lot like him. He was not surprised this dimension had really strange infomercials too.

"Are you fed up with Tigers sleeping on top of your car? Then you gotta have Tiger Wiper!" the TV said,

Dipper spoke, still excited at the fact that Morty was an interdimensional traveler. "Mabel! You're not going to believe who just showed up!"

Mabel looked up from her drawing, there was a twinkle in her eye when she caught sight of Morty. She quickly jumped to her feet, a massive smile spread across her own face as well, "I do believe in dreams coming true."

Under normal circumstances Dipper would have rolled his eyes, knowing that his sister had found yet another target to obsess over. This is not a normal circumstance, however.

"This is Morty, he is here with his grandpa, but get this...he's from another world!"

"Woah! Get out! I would prefer a cute vampire but cute guy from another world is cool too."

Morty was now wondering weather or not he should be creeped out at the fact that Dipper's sister found him attractive. As the twins both looked younger than him. "Uh...just how old are you guys anyway?"

"We're both 12, but we'll be 13 at the end of the month." Mabel said proudly.

"Woah, really? I'm 13, boy you guys sure do look younger than that."

Upon hearing this, Mabel began to inch closer to Morty, little by little. "Really? So we're not that much different in age then. I'm Mabel by the way."

"Mabel, will you leave him be? I want to ask him more about interdimensional travel!" Dipper had grabbed a notebook and was anxiously clicking his pen, still unable to contain his excitement.

Morty looked nervously back and fourth between the twins. One twin that kept wanting to ask him questions that are well over his head, the other had an obvious thing for him and he wasn't sure how to react to that. He was trapped with no escape. It was one of those rare moments when he really wanted his grandfather to appear and drag him away to some far off place.