This idea was RedHatMeg's so big hand to her! Really got my muse going. Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls
"High Six?"
Stanley asked desperately from the street below. Ford's eyes narrowed, he knew his brother could feel the burn of betrayal radiating from him but Ford didn't care. He'd never been able to hide his feelings from his twin anyway.
The sense had always been helpful, when Stanley was being picked on, he felt it and rushed to his aid. When he, Stanford, was being smacked around behind school, the bullies were always baffled how Stanley managed to find them every single time.
But never ever had he used the sense to inflict pain.
There's a first time for everything.
He slammed the shutters closed and he almost screamed. A spike of pain seared across his mind and he almost fell over. He felt as if he was physically burning up, the sense was deadening and suddenly it was gone.
There was no more sense, he knew Stanley probably felt it too. The sense was gone and he felt empty and dark. He'd never been without his brother, Stanford had never realized how comforting it was.
You never missed something until it was gone.
Stanford slowly recovered and peeked out of the window. Stanley was gone. That fact shouldn't have hurt as much as it did right then.
Stanford shook himself. He could deal with it. He had too. Meanwhile the estranged twin, Stanley, didn't realize their feelings were in sync once again.
They had to go on.
Five years later
Stanford shot up in bed, clutching the covers of his blankets. What had woken him up? A pang shot through him. A very familiar feeling, one that had been missing for five years.
What could possibly make it come back? He'd thought it was gone, destroyed when he'd made that fateful decision on a muggy summers night in New Jersey.
No, he didn't care. He didn't.
Another sharper feeling, more painful then the last, and Stanford was on his feet and pulling on coat. Never mind past grudges, his brother was hurt. His brother needed him.
Stanford strode out into the cold snow storm in Gravity Falls, Oregon. His sense screaming at him to hurryohhurrypleaseohpleaseithurtsmakeitstoppleasestanfordhelp!
He got into Fiddleford's car, luckily he remembered where he'd left the keys. Stanford peeled out of the woods, his sense urging him on in the right direction. Several hours later in the state of Washington, Stanford barreled through the doors of a seedy bar.
Stanley was handcuffed to a table, broken and bleeding. Several thugs stood around, sharpening knives like they were preparing for the main event.
A large man noticed Stanford and growled, "Hey, you, turn around and walk away."
Stanford was a sight himself, his clothes were torn from stumbling through the woods and behind his house, looking for the car. His hair was wild from constantly running his hands through it and his eyes were dark.
"No. You let my brother go and you walk away before I do something I might regret, because I'd like nothing more than to tear you apart right here and right now."
The man had the audacity to chuckle, "Seriously? Y-"
He didn't have time to say anything more before Stanford pulled out one of his numerous inventions and shot him with it. The man gaped as he shrank to the size of an ant before squealing and hiding under one of the turned over chairs.
The other thugs stared in horrified astonishment.
"Anybody else want a go?"
They fled out the back, the door slamming behind them. Stanford hurriedly stuffed his flashlight back into his pocket and knelt beside his twin.
"Stanley? You awake?"
"M'sixer... Knew you'd come..."
Stanford clasped his twin's shoulder, "Yeah, I'm here."
He got up to get the knife to cut the ropes but Stanley weakly grasped his arm, "Don't go." He slurred.
Stanford gathered his brother in his arms,"Don't worry, Stan.
I'm never leaving you again."
Stanford of the present dimension, took off his goggles and tried to pretend that he wasn't tearing up a little and that he wasn't feeling a little jealous of that Stanford, the one who'd gotten a second chance.
A chance he was never going to get.