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It had been three days. Three days since he had last seen Bill. He was to paranoid to try and get any sleep. He lost track of how long it had been since he had last gotten any sleep. It had to have been less than two weeks, right? Or was it more than that? It was too hard to think. This was affecting his work. He couldn't research, he couldn't run tests. God, he was a mess. An absolute mess. Unfortunately, his brother was starting to notice.

Stanly was certainly smarter than he looked. He was able to fix the portal, and has pulled more scams than he could count. So, of course he would notice. He couldn't let him get too close, in case Bill decided that he needed to "borrow" him. A term that the would use very loosely. He stayed in the basement for longer amounts of time. Actually, that was an understatement. He never left. No way in hell would he take any chances. Bill was very unpredictable, and could hurt anyone at any moment.

There was a knock at the door. He had forgotten to lock it. Shit. He couldn't think straight, of course he would forget. It was Stanly. There was no way out of this. With a sigh, he walked over to let him in, but Stanly just let himself in.

"Hey sixer, uh, you holding up ok..." Conversation between the two had become awkward. Almost non-existent, really.

"Yes, Stanly I'm fine. I have some very important research to do so, if you could just-"

"Now we both know that's not true. Look at you Ford, you're a mess. No way you're doing any work down here. So, either you're gonna tell me what's going on, or I'm going to have to drag your ass upstairs."

"Stanly, really, I'm fine. I've just been really buss-"

His head was splitting. Of all the times to have a sudden migraine, now was the worst of all. And, of course, it brought on a nose bleed. A very bad one at that.

The sudden wave of pain caused him to lose balance. He clutched the desk for support. There was nothing he could do about the bleeding though. Great.

"Whoah! Ford, what's the matter? Shit, I'll be right back!"

This was bad. His secret would be out if he didn't come up with a reason for this. Stanly rushed back downstairs with a box of tissues.

"You idiot. Only you would do this to yourself," he muttered as he handed him the tissues. He quickly dabbed up the blood, and used another to try and staunch the flow of blood. His head still hurt like crazy. He was probably close to collapsing, if it weren't for the desk he was leaning on. The bleeding stopped.

"Ok Ford, you are not spending another minute down here. You're coming up with me, and no buts, got it pointdexter?"

Shit. He had not choice. There was no escape from Stanly. Stanly grabbed his other arm, and shifted him so that he was supporting his weight. This would be awkward. They stared the walk back to the elevator.

"Heh, we haven't done this in a while, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, remember when we were kids, and those guys punched you in the gut? I had to drag your sorry ass all the way home."

"Heh, yeah, I remember."

They reached the elevator. He was glad he chose that instead of stairs.

The pair reached the first floor, and exited out the vending machine, Ford was still leaning on his brother. Dipper and Mabel ran over to them, Mabel, with a big smile on her face.

"Hey you guys, do you wanna- whoah, Great Uncle Ford, are you ok?'

He opened his mouth, but his brother beat him to it.

"Don't worry about him Mabel, my brother here was just being stupid again."

"Oh, ok, well that's ok! We'll be back later! Come on Dipper!"

The two ran off, but not before Dipper cast a backwards glance towards the two. As soon as they were out of earshot, Stanly spoke up.

"Ok, I'll get you to your room, and then we pretend that this never happened, deal?"

"Fine."

He would also rather that they put this whole ordeal behind them. Besides, Bill could be watching. Waiting for the right moment... He'd rather not think about it.

They trudged back to his room, and then he insisted that he could walk again. Stanly was hesitant at first, but he eventually left his brother by himself. He sat down of the sofa in his room, and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well hey there sixer, hows it hanging'?"

Oh no.

"What do you want, Bill." He was not ready to deal with the triangle.

"Well, I need to borrow you."

Definitely not ready.

It's late, but I finished it. More action will be in the next chapter, I promise. Once again, thanks so much for the positive reviews, but remember, critisism is allowed! Tell me what to fix! Well, see ya next time.