Today was the day. After thirty years of waiting and hoping, Stan was finally going to see Ford again. He had worked too hard for some pesky government to just keep him locked up and away from his brother.

Then, in a blink of an eye everything went perfectly. Okay. Maybe not perfectly, but what needed to happen happened. Stanford was there, and he looked fine.

Stan told Dipper Ford's two defining features that mattered to them, then got to his feet and stepped towards his brother, eyes watering slightly.

Ford had picked up his Journal, slid it into his inside pocket, and pulled his mask and goggles off. There was a slight hardness in his eyes, like he had seen things no man should have, but Stan didn't care.

"Finally," he said, holding his arms out wide. "After all these long years of waiting. Brother-!"

He was snapped out of his sentence by a swift punch in the jaw. One that was so hard it sent him thudding to the ground. He rubbed his jaw and turned fear-filled eyes up at Ford, who's face was as hard as steel.

"I thought I was going to get an ulcer from your lollygagging!" Ford snapped, and Stan couldn't help but wince. Ford bent down and dragged Stan up by the collar, his legs too long to stand, so he just let his body hang slightly limp.

"That was for trapping me in there." Ford hissed, and he pulled his free hand back, looking like he was going to go in for another punch. "And this..." He said ominously.

"Is for bringing me back." Stan was suddenly jerked into a hug, Ford squeezed him tightly around his shoulders.

"To be honest," Ford let Stan go, and he almost fell down again. "I'm actually rather intrigued on what you used to stabilize the..." Ford trailed off, like he had just noticed the destruction surrounding them. His eye beneath his one cracked lens twitched, and he curled his left hand into a fist.

"Stanford." He said coldly, and Stan felt a shiver run down... Wait. Stanford?

"Uh, what?" Stan asked, taking a step back. Ford brought his right hand up to his hair, and grabbed the tips of it with his hand.

"Did you not stabilize the portal? Where is Fiddleford? Stan!" Ford glared at Stan, and Stan couldn't help but let his stomach drop. Ford had called him Stanford. And the man in front of Stan had to be Ford. He had twelve... Wait. Eleven fingers? What? But he had Ford's voice. He just had to be...

"Um... Ford?" Stan asked, "Is your hand alright?"

"My hand?" Ford asked, dropping his five-fingered had down to his side. "Yes... Why wouldn't it be?"

Stan gulped, the horrible feeling that was welling up in his chest getting stronger. "Cause last I checked you had-"

"Why did you just call me Ford?" Stan was cut off by his lookalike, "My nickname is Lee."

Yup. Stan's stomach was officially going to be renamed the Titanic, along with his heart. "Um... Stanford?" He said quietly, "No, it's not."

Ford, or 'Lee' as he apparently was now calling himself, narrowed his eyes at Stan. "You don't make any sense Stan." He said, "Now..."

"Hi! Yeah, Mabel here..." Ford glanced over at the girl in question as she asked, "What on Earth is going on here?"

"Oh my goodness." Ford breathed. "I don't... She looks almost..." He glanced at Dipper, and suddenly a smile illuminated his tired features. "Could it be?"

He suddenly rushed past a stunned Stan, and kneeled down in front of Mabel and Dipper. The latter of which was staring at him, just as much as he was soaking in their features.

"I have grandchildren." He breathed. "I have... Grandchildren. Oh... Oh..."

Stan suddenly let out a burst of crazed laughter. They snapped Ford's attention away from Dipper and Mabel and back towards Stan.

"Hate to break it to you Poindexter," Stan said, wiping a tear from his eye. "But those are Shermie's."

"Shermie?" Ford asked, looking oh-so confused. "Stanford, Shermie is my son. Remember?"

"Say what now?" Stan said, blinking at his brother. "You don't have a son..."

Ford stood up, turned around, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Yes I do Stan, you were there when he was born." He held his arm out towards Stan, and he moved it in a way that read 'Look at this guy'. "You were in the waiting room Stan! Almost as nervous as I was. Remember? You thought you were going to be a trash uncle." He smiled fondly, and brought his arms in front of his chest, "It actually made me feel better about becoming a dad..."

That was the last straw. Stan's stomach felt like it was at the bottom of the Marina trench. Mainly because he had realized that he had brought the wrong Ford back, but also because this Ford/Lee had even more family members he'd been ripped away from.

"Ford..." Stan started, his voice wavering a little. "My name's not Stanford."

Mabel and Soos gasped, Dipper was still staring at Ford/Lee in amazement, and the man himself... He looked so confused, and a bit nervous.

"You have twelve fingers," Stan continued, "You're not married, in fact, I don't think you've ever even had a girlfriend." He took a step towards the other older man and added, "So. Either you're not the brother I was trying to get, or you've gotten a lot better at lying." He motioned towards Dipper, who had his mouth hanging slightly open. "And Dipper doesn't need to get his hopes up anymore than they are."

Ford opened his mouth, but no words came out. He stared at Stan and looked like he was going to... Cry? Punch Stan again? Something.

"So..." Mabel's voice broke through the silence. "Is he our grandpa? If your name's not Stanford, then what is it? Can I get an explanation?"

"What did you do?" Lee hissed, dashing up to Stan. "What did you do?!"

Stan held his arms out, but Lee stopped before he hit him. "I didn't do anything. The machine was supposed to find my brother..." Stan suddenly choked up, tears welling up in his eyes and clouding his vision up even further.

"And it appears I got the wrong one."

That night, after two separate backstories, a run in with a few government agents, and Stan sending the kids off to bed, Stan found Lee in Soos' break room, sitting on the couch and staring at something he was holding in his hands.

"F- I mean, Lee?" Stan asked, watching his lookalike glance up. "Can I come in?"

Lee swallowed, but allowed him entrance. Stan came in, holding a Pitt cola in each hand. He stood in front of Lee, and held his left hand out to him.

Lee pushed the two small papers he had been looking at into his right hand, and reached up to take the can from Stan.

"You can sit down." Lee said, placing the papers down on the side table. Stan tried to smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He did what Lee said, sitting next to him on the couch.

"Whatcha looking at?" He asked, popping his soda open and taking a swig. Lee looked over at him, and copied his actions.

"Sentimental things." He said plainly. "Some of the only ones that I kept from my home dimension."

Stan nodded, glancing at the papers. "If you ever want to talk to me about it..."

"Thanks." Lee said, picking the papers up and sliding them carefully into his pocket. "I'm sorry I'm not your brother."

Stan gulped, and became intent on staring the lip off of his can. "Not your fault." He choked out. "I'm sorry I'm not your brother."

Lee turned tired eyes on Stan. He reached his six-fingered hand out and laid it on Stan's shoulder. "It's okay." He said quietly. "You didn't ask for this."

Stan smiled softly. "Imagine if Ford ended up with your Stan."

Lee laughed, a deep sound that made Stan chuckle along with him. "They'd have so much fun." Lee said, "Ford would probably beat Stan up, and Stan would tell him that he missed him and wished he'd been able to get to the button in time."

"Yeah," Stan said, his eyes scanned Lee's face. "I don't really know how he'd act."

"I still can't believe that dad would do that." Lee said, staring down at the wooden floor. "I'm sorry."

Stan waved his off. "Got over it ages ago." He said, shrugging slightly. Lee looked to the other side, and gazed sadly at the side table.

"Imagine if they get into a fistfight." Lee mused, "And then Stan breaks if to him that he has grandkids."

Stan laughed, and tilted his head up to stare at the ceiling. "And he's super confused. And then he calls him Stanley."

"And they have to go through what we went through." Lee laughed, "I'd give anything to see Stan's face."

"This one?" Stan said, reeling back and scrunching his face up like he was smelling something utterly repulsive. Lee laughed again, and nodded, "That's probably what it'd be." He said, smiling at Stan.

The next morning, Lee got himself a cup of coffee, he held a journal in one hand, and was holding the mug in the other. He looked up just as Mabel walked in, pointing a stick right at his chest.

"Hello," she said in a strange accent that Lee was sure he hadn't heard come from her mouth the day before. "My name is Indigo Montana. You killed my father, prepare to die."

"What?" Lee said, jumping back a little, splashing a bit of coffee onto the table. He shoved the journal in between his chest and Mabel's stick. "I don't..."

"Haven't you ever watched Royal Wedding?" Mabel asked, tilting the stick towards the ground. "It came out in the 80s..."

"Why would I... Royal Wedding?" Lee rubbed his tired eyes. "I don't understand."

"Ask Dipper about it." Mabel said shrugging. "It's his favorite movie."

"Noted." Lee said, "Now, go get me a towel, I need to clean this up. And it's your fault."

Mabel nodded, she dropped her stick next to the kitchen door. "Got it Gramps.".

"So this is the Mrs. Pines I never got to meet." Stan held one of Lee's pictures, the ink revealed two identical men, one of which had an arm around a young brown-haired woman. It was quite obvious who they were.

"Yes." Lee said, smiling fondly at the old paper. "Not that there's another one that I know of. Stan sort of ruined his chances with Carla."

Stan laughed, "You drive a girl's hippy boyfriend's car into a cliff..."

"And suddenly you're the bad guy." Lee finished with a laugh. "That's how it goes." He took the photo back, and handed Stan the second one, this time with the same two young men, and a third one in the middle.

"Who's that?" Stan asked, pressing a finger under the third man's face. Lee sighed sadly, "My assistant." He answered, a melancholy gleam in his eye, "Fiddleford McGucket."

"Like... Old man McGucket?" Stan asked, handing Lee the second picture. "The hillbilly that lives in the dump?"

Lee winced. "Oh boy." He breathed. "I bet he overexposed his mind to that memory ray of his."

"Say what?" Stan asked, looking at Lee like he'd gone crazy.

"Memory ray. It's designed to store memories. Keep them safe and whatever." Lee bit his lip, "I guess Bill was just too much for him to handle."

"Okay." Stan stated bluntly. "The first part made sense. But the second..." Lee sighed, and began to explain.

"It all started when I discovered the Illuminati on a wall in a cave... Stan told me not to read it but... Since when did I listen to Stan?"

Hello guys!

I was looking at some Mystery Trio stuff, and thought about this! So... like always... I wrote it! Yay!

Yesterday I told one of my friends the basic story of Gravity Falls, and she told me "Gravity Falls sounds interesting, but weird." And I was like... "Um... Yeah. Duh." So that was fun.

I don't have much to say about this... So I'll just move on.

Thanks for the reviews! (Don't worry TFD, your prompts aren't annoying, don't worry about it. Keep em coming!)

As always, stay weird!

-BrilliantLight