JUST TO CLARIFY: This is NOT what is ACTUALLY happening in the recent 'Welcome Home' chapters. This is fic an alternative universe, so what happens in this one-shot is just something that COULD have happened. This isn't cannon to my 'Welcome Home' story. This is just written for fun. (And some Billford fluff since in my real story Ford's pretty flippin' upset and heartbroken at the moment)

Bill returned down into Ford's laboratory after taking a short trip to the kitchen, a crust-less sandwich in hand. Bill never had a liking for sandwiches with the crust added, or any type of bread with crust, for that matter. He noticed that both Fiddleford and Stanford were missing from the laboratory. Hm... Bill thought to himself. They were here a minute ago... He took a bite of his sandwich, raising an eyebrow when the entire lab had a continuous silence. "Sivzr?" Bill called out.

Nothing.

Bill narrowed his eyes in suspicion. They couldn't have gone far. I was only gone for like, five minutes! He looked around the room, noticing a small light coming from the other room in the laboratory. Bill figured that the two would be inside there, so he walked over to the lighted area to find the others. He stood in front of the door the light was illuminating from, and peeked through the small crack in the door that was opened slightly.

Well, Bill had been right about one thing; the two were in the room. Was the circumstance anything he would have suspected. Not in a million ears. He scoffed at the event, seeing Fidds and Ford sharing a kiss. Bill's eyes narrowed slimmer, which turned into a glare.

Not Ford. Bill told himself. Sixer would never do this. He would never want to lie to me like this, right? Well, Stanford had done what Bill thought he would never do, and he had just lied, right in front of him. Sixer said that they were only friends! All this time, it was just a lie?

Bill put a hand in his hair and grunted in fury. He just wished, even if this was reality, that he wouldn't have had to see something such as this. How could the man Bill trusted most actually be kissing the man who he hated most?

He couldn't stand there any longer. With a huff, Bill threw his sandwich onto the ground, clenching his fists and storming away towards the elevator.

Ford noticed Bill leave last minute. With his eyes wide, he grabbed Fiddleford's wrists in a gentle manner and pulled him away. McGucket raised an eyebrow at the motion, concerned. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked. "Did... did I do somethin' wrong?"

"No," Ford assured, however he was rather unsure of himself. "Well, I don't really..." He muttered. Ford squinted his eyes shut and face palmed in stupidity. The moment had been taken the wrong way by Bill- which Ford caught on to. Surely it was too late to explain the situation, but it would be worth a try. "Look, Fiddleford. You're a great person, but I just don't feel the same way that you do." Ford stated bluntly.

"Oh," Fiddleford muttered with a small frown. "I understand."

"I'll need a minute." Ford announced, and was quick to speed out of the room. He felt terrible for rejecting his friend, but how else was he supposed to react to the situation, especially in a limited amount of time. Stanford looked around the laboratory frantically, and saw Bill storming away towards the elevator.

"Bill!" Ford called out, running towards him. He got no response from the man, which only alarmed Ford further. Stanford rushed to the elevator as Bill lifted his arm in front of him slightly to press the elevator's button. Ford extended his arm and grabbed Bill's wrist swiftly, turning him around to make eye contact.

Bill glared directly at him and tried to break away from his grasp. "Leave me alone!" He commanded. "That's what you were planning to do anyway, right?" He questioned with a sarcastic laugh.

"This... this isn't what it looks like!" Ford blurted out, not really knowing how to explain.

"Oh, really?" Bill asked, putting his spare hand on his hip. "I'm pretty sure it is, Sixer! Here I thought I could actually trust someone like you with my pathetic mortal life! I figured maybe you could guide me through my disgusting life as a fleshbag." He said, his glare still firm. "Ya' know what, Sixer? I'm actually starting to believe that thing you once said all those years ago." Bill began.

"And what's that?" Ford questioned, adjusting his glasses.

"In Gravity Falls, there's no one you can trust." Bill responded, narrowing his eyes.

Stanford scoffed at the response and rolled his eyes. "Bill, please." He began. "Just listen to me."

Bill's eyes were still narrowed, but he stood in place, not bothering to fight Ford's grip. "You have thirty seconds, jerk." Bill said, staring at the man.

Ford cringed at the nickname, but proceeded. "What you saw a moment ago wasn't what you would think it was." He began. Bill scoffed and opened his mouth to speak, but Ford put a finger up in front of his lips, motioning for him not to speak. "Ah," Ford said, tilting his head. "My thirty seconds isn't up yet, Cipher."

Bill rolled his eyes at the statement, but made eye contact. Ford sighed, and continued. "Fiddleford had something he had been meaning to tell me, and at first I had no clue what he was intending to say. It was rather difficult for him to put in words, so he ended up showing me how he felt without words." He admitted in more of a mutter.

"And?" Bill questioned.

"And, I told him how I felt. Quite bluntly, actually." Ford stated.

Bill hummed in a low tone and continued to look at the man. "Well, what'd you have to say about it?" He asked. "Did you tell him you felt the same way? That you wish he would have told you earlier? That you 'never stopped loving him' after all these years?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes once more.

Ford shook his head. "I told him I wasn't interested." He informed in a firm manner.

"Well why didn't ya-" Bill spat with a glare, until he realized what Stanford said. His glare faded and he tilted his head in confusion. "Wait, what?"

"I told him that I didn't feel the same way," Ford continued. "And I meant that, you know I'm a terrible liar." He said. "I noticed you storming away. I knew you had seen what had happened, and I was quick to leave the room directly after telling him. I didn't want you getting the wrong idea. I didn't want all of this to be ruined." He admitted.

"What do you mean, 'all of this'?" Bill asked hesitantly, raising an eyebrow.

"You know exactly what I mean," Ford muttered, shrugging slightly. "You're different than you once were. We're both different. We've fixed our relationship from the state it was in 30 years ago, even after I got back to Gravity Falls after all those years." He continued. He looked at Bill and gave a small smile. "I never want you to feel as if I'm not loyal. I don't want you to see me as some sort of player, because there is no one in my life who I could fall in love with. No one but you."

Bill gave a small sigh, looking away. "Do you really mean that?" He asked, nearly convinced. "I mean, I know you suck at lying and all, Sixer." He added, snickering.

"Of course I mean it," Ford assured, putting a hand on Bill's shoulder. "You've changed my life. In both good and bad ways. But now," He continued, adjusting his glasses before he spoke. "Now it's been changed in a good way. At this point, I don't care if I'm called crazy because of it. I love you, Bill." He admitted without mercy. "There's no changing that."

With that, Bill placed his spare hand on the side of Ford's face as the other pulled him close, wrapping his spare hand around Bill's back. Bill played along with the action and pressed his lips against Fords with a small smile. As strange as it may sound to most, Bill was glad that Ford was there to reassure him after the event that he had seen only a few minutes ago. After all the daily requirements of being a human, seeing the only person he thought he could trust betraying his trust would have deeply upset him. Bill never would have said this six months ago, but he was actually glad to have Stanford in his life. Relieved. Happy.

Instead of speaking his mind, Bill smirked jokingly after pulling away as he put his hand in Ford's hair, ruffling it slightly. "That's nice." Was all he decided to say in response, snickering once more at his minimal choice of words.

Ford rolled his eyes at the comment and shook his head with a small smile. "Bill Cipher, if you decide to get suddenly reluctant with your words-"

"Don't I always?" Bill asked.

Stanford just shook his head at the question. "Are you honestly asking me something like that?" He asked, rolling his eyes.

Bill looked away in an act of seeming unsure of himself. He hummed in confusion, then looked back at Ford with a smirk. "Perhaps." He said, shrugging innocently.

"Reluctant it is." Ford muttered with a defeated sigh. Bill smiled at his win and reached for Ford's glasses, removing them from his face and holding them up in the air mockingly. Ford rolled his eyes and reached for his glasses. "Bill, give those back." He commanded.

"What's the magic word?" Bill cooed with a playful smirk.

With an annoyed huff, Stanford responded. "Please." He muttered.

"Wrong!" Bill exclaimed with a laugh, taking a few steps back and placing the glasses on his face. He looked through the lenses as the glasses rested on his face. The room was rather blurry as he looked through them. "Ugh," Bill muttered. "Wow Sixer, you're blind!"

"Those are prescription lenses in my glasses, Bill." Ford informed, putting his hands behind his back. "They could cause serious damage to your eyes if you continue to use them like that."

"Fez didn't care when I tried his on." Bill stated, putting his hands on his hips.

"That's because, bluntly, he doesn't care much for your eyesight in the first place." Stanford said, scratching the back of his neck.

Bill sighed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, you're right." He muttered. "If I go blind like you, I won't be able to see ya'!" He said with a joking grin.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" Ford asked.

"Are you honestly asking me something like that?" Bill asked, mocking the man's previous words.

Ford narrowed his eyes at the response. "Well played." He mused, cracking a small smile. "You know, this amulet can wait until tomorrow. If you'd like, we could play a game of Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons with Fiddleford."

"With him?" Bill repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Ford stated. "Just because I don't have the same feelings for him, that doesn't mean we aren't still friends." He said. Bill had a small look on his face, showing that he wasn't quite sure with the statement. Ford sighed and put his hands in his lab coat pockets. "Don't worry. There's no one but you, I promise."

Bill hummed in consideration for a moment before responding. "Sure." He said with a shrug.

Well, there's that! I feel like it was pretty cheesy, and the other half was rambling on a bit, sorry if that was kind of annoying. I wanted to write some fluff between Bill and Ford for three reasons:

1) My current Billford story, Welcome Home, has a lot of stressful situations going on and heating up, and it's gonna be a little while before Bill and Ford even talk, let alone ATTEMPT to fix what will be broken. Shoot, I might be saying too much... I wonder if Fiddleford has a spare memory gun.

2) There isn't much Billford on this site, so I want to add to the ships fanbase. Who knows? Maybe someone will end up reading this in five years.

3) Why the heck not!

Anyway, new chapter of "Welcome Home" Will be up soon!