Separated: Chapter One

"I have to separate you two." said Ford

"What?" We said in unison.

"You can't just separate us!" I exclaimed.

"Since Stanley is in custody of the police again, they wanted information on you. We have to get you away from here. Away from anywhere they can trace you from." He explained hastily.

"Why would it be bad for them to want information on us? We've been through interrogations before. How can this be any different?" Mabel inquired with a hint of panic in her voice.

"These police aren't good people. They're agents. I've seen them before and my guess is they just want you two for the knowledge you gained on your first visit here. We have to protect that information." Ford replied.

"It's not like we're going to give them that information. Whatever gives you the idea we'll tell them the secrets of Gravity Falls?" I huffed at him.

"They will find a way to get the secrets. They have technology that I don't even have. That I couldn't make." He said

"What kind of technology?" Mabel asked.

"Mind-reading technology. Stronger than anything I could ever conceive." He said without meeting our eyes. "Point is," he continued with a sigh, "You two have to be away from this place. Away from Gravity Falls. Separated."

"You can't separate us! I won't let it happen!" I yelled.

"You have to, Dipper!" He yelled back.

I looked over at Mabel. She had tears streaming down her cheeks. My eyes were burning with the threat of tears also.

"When?" I asked. He turned to look at me and I turned away from him.

"Within the next couple of days." he said. I was breathing hard trying to grasp reality. This couldn't be happening right now, could it? I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to see Mabel. She pulled me into a hug.

"It'll be alright." she whispered into my ear. "We'll keep in touch. Right, Grunkle Ford?" She turned to face him.

He looked at her, then turned away again. "I'm sorry. You won't be able to talk to each other."

"What about letters, or texts or phone calls?" She asked hopefully.

"No. They could trace and intercept all of those. You won't have any form of communication between the two of you." He said, still facing the wall.

"What?" Mabel took a step back.

"What are you going to do next?" I asked. Mabel was crying into her sleeves. I pulled her closer to me. "Make us change our identities? Our birth information?"

"If it comes to that point, then yes. We have to keep it from getting there though. That's why I'm doing this now, Dipper."

"Mom and Dad won't let you do this." I said.

"I've already talked with them. Some of it was their idea. I'm sorry."

I grabbed Mabel's hand and we made our way upstairs. She and I slumped on the edge of my bed and cried. We both knew this couldn't really be happening, but somehow it was.

We had both seen the agents take Stan away, but neither of us knew what had happened or what he had done to make them do so. Neither of us had seen the agents before, and we didn't know what they were going to do to Stan, or where they were going to keep him. He had broken out of prison before. It was on his record, but for the finality of it all, if he did manage to break out, my guesses were we weren't going to see him again.

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