So one two people read this story, and as long as they want me to, it shall continue! I NEED IDEAS PEOPLE. It's gonna be pointless fluff and angst until then.

7 years later a couple months before ' The Incident'.

" So when is she coming over?" Ford's fingers drummed against the cover of the book he had been trying to read and his wings twitched nervously.

Stan had been talking about absolutely nothing other than his new girlfriend for the last month and today Ford would finally get to meet her, and he was extremely nervous. He was never good at talking to girls, even if it were just about the weather, he ended up messing it up somehow. Ford didn't want Stan or this Carla McCorkle upset with him. Stan was his only friend and he might never talk to Ford again if he messed this up.

Stan watched Ford with a mix of amusement and concern. " Hey, calm down. If I know either of you, and I just happen to know both of you, you two are gonna be best friends."

Ford continued to twitch as he gave Stan a doubtful look. " You didn't answer the question."

Stan rolled his eyes. Standing up off the couch he had been laying on, Stan stretched, wings nearly touching the ceiling before glancing at the clock on the wall. " Five minutes tops."

Ford put down the book. He wasn't reading it anyways.

Exactly three minutes and forty-two seconds later, (Ford had been counting.) Stan and Ford both got up as they heard the tell-tale sound of the pawn shop door open.

" Hello, welcome to Pines Pawns."

" Hi, I'm Carla, is Stan here?"

Stan came bouncing down the stairs. " Hey, baby! Pa this is Carla." Stan ran up to her and enveloped her in a large hug, wings naturally curling around her protectively.

Realizing Carla was not a costumer, Filbrick Pines grunted and went back to reading his paper.

Carla laughed, used to both her boyfriend's antics and mutation. " Stan, I can't see a thing!"

Stan let her go with a laugh of his own. " That's 'cause your blind."

Carla pushed him away playfully, " Says the man who forgoes wearing his glasses, on purpose."

Stan just chuckled good-naturedly before glancing around the room. " Speaking of glasses, where'd my Nerd go?"

Ford had been hiding on the staircase. He shyly poked his head around the wall, keeping both his wings and hands hidden. " Present."

Stan rolled his eyes again, grabbed Carla's hand and bounded over to where his brother was hiding. " C'mon lets go back upstairs and we can have some proper introductions."

Ford ran back up the stairs and curled himself back on the couch before either of them made it up the stairs. When they got back upstairs, Ford was hiding behind his large white wings, completely obscured from view.

Stan glanced at his brother in concern, this was just getting ridiculous.

Carla smiled. Motioning for Stan to stay where he was, Carla stepped over to where Ford was sitting. " Hi, I'm Carla! I would say I like your wings, but Stan has the exact same pair and that would be like complimenting him and he had a big enough ego already."

There was a muffled laugh from within the shield of feathers. Carla grinned at Stan in triumph and Stan walked over. " Ford, would you like to come out of Feather town now? I'd like to stare at my face for awhile, just 'cause it's so gorgeous."

One wing dropped slightly, revealing Ford's face. Ford snorted. " Go find a mirror ya narcissist." Glancing shyly over towards Carla, Ford smiled. " Hi."

Carla smiled sweetly. " Hey! You made it! Sort of." She gestured to his wings that still hid the rest of him from behind a wall of white.

Ford flushed, " Sorry." He moved them slowly behind him as he uncurled from his position. It revealed a near carbon copy of Stan wearing glasses, a sweater and holding a large, heavy looking book. Oh, and blushing as red as a tomato. Carla didn't think Stan ever blushed. They seem like such different people, despite looking so alike.

Stan, deciding it was time to properly intercede, picked up Carla bridal style and placed her right next to Ford. Ford shifted away slightly but remained on the couch.

" Okay nerds. I have a surprise for ya." Both Carla and Ford looked at each other and then back at Stan. A surprise from Stan Pines? This can't be good.

Stan walked over to the T.V and turned it on." You're welcome."

Ford and Carla both looked at him questioningly. Ford spoke first. " Um. Ley? You just turned on the T.V. "

Stan grinned. " I know." Stan placed a tape Ford didn't recognize into the machine.

Carla crossed her arms. " Okay Stan, what is this?"

The tape began it's opening credits and Both Ford and Carla gasped. " Star Trek!" They turned to each other. " You're a Trekkie too?!"

Stan started laughing uncontrollably. He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. " Told ya you two would get along."


So I saw a Fic with Carla and Ford both being Trekkies and I'm a Trekkie too so I had to make this. Also, the idea of shy Ford was just impossible to get out of my head. I purposely didn't make his hands a big deal 'cause Stan had already told her about them and Ford refused to show them anyways so they never became an issue. And they both had wings already, I mean anything else was just interesting at that point. Also, Ford didn't recognize the tape because it was the new release so yeah.

Stan: I like this Carla more than the real one. *Mutters* Stupid hippie.

Ford: You are an interesting writer Carmen. You enjoy torturing Stan and embarrassing me. I, I can barely read this fluff- I mean stuff! Although I do like the fact we bond over Star Trek. Amazing show.

Me: FLUFF!