Some beings in the Multiverse told of forces beyond their control. Beings who could change the world on a whim. Beings who decided peoples' fates. Beings beyond the plane of existence. To be honest, Ford had never really believed in them.

But... What else could explain his horrible luck? His brother/best friend getting kicked out when they were still in their teens, only being able to go to Backupsmore, losing his new best friend, the entirety of his 'relationship' with Bill... And now this?

There just had to be someone, or someones, who just hated Stanford Pines. And if Ford ever met any of them, he'd punch them in the face.

The Nightmare Realm smelled exactly as it had the last time Ford had been there, thirty years ago. The smell of burnt hair and nightmares filled his nostrils, making him almost gag. He could generally handle any scent that drifted near him, but there was just something about Bill's abode that just... didn't sit right with him. Maybe it was because that smell was associated with... Well, Ford's early thirties. Or maybe there was just something chemical about the entire place. But Ford could barely stand it. No wonder he kept missing Bill.

Twelve charges. That was how many he'd started with. An attempt for every finger he had. Creatures of almost unimaginable terror (Ford had quite an impressive repertoire of nightmarish creatures he'd encountered, so these didn't scare him as much as they had the first time around) chased him, ordered by Bill to do so. Bill himself was nowhere in sight, but that didn't mean that the triangular demon wasn't there.

Ford found himself suddenly alone, in a place that felt like the never-ending staircases Ford had seen pictures of. It was, as Bill called it, the Quadrangle of Qonfusion. And, true to its name, it was qonfusing. By the time Ford realized that the staircases led nowhere, it was too late. The door he'd accidentally entered through was long gone, and all that was left was Bill's laughter and endless climbing.

Ford had nearly exhausted his quantum destabilizer. Ten shots had already missed the yellow triangle, who had decided to show himself, though he kept hopping about like he owned the place (which he did). Ford was tired, stressed out, and angry. And that's when the entire dimension began to rumble. The portal was reopening.

Bill seemed to be thrilled about this fact. "Say hi to Pine Tree for me!" he cried out, lifting a large black hand out towards Ford, to keep the human from leaving. "Or don't! I don't care about the kid! Take that!" Bill would never make sense.

Ford noticed another bright blue light from the corner of his eye, and saw a second black-figure shove itself through The he reached into his coat pocket and threw a concussion bomb out behind him, shoving him through the blue vortex.

Warping through space-time was something Ford was quite used to now. And traveling to apostrophe-backslashes was always the easiest. So Ford didn't really need to think while he walked through the tube-like walls of the vortex. He fastened his mask onto his face, trying his best to not pay attention to the slightly sweaty smell of the black fabric. First thing he'd need to do in his dimension; wash clothes.

He saw the end of the vortex, and he took a deep breath and prepared himself to come on out through the portal. He was ready to see Stanley (even though he had no idea what he'd do to him), he was ready to give his brother a lecture on how dangerous reopening the portal was. He was ready to begin a life with some semblance of normality... And then he stepped into his basement.

The entire place was in shambles (probably due to the gravity anomalies), but Ford didn't bother to point this out. He saw one of his Journals before he saw anything or anyone else. He stooped down and picked the thick book up, then tucked it into his inside pocket. He heard hushed whispers coming from the wall in front of him, and he took a strong step towards it, taking his mask off as he did so.

To come face to face with an old woman.

Okay. There was an old woman in his basement. How had that happened? Why would she be there? Where was Stanley? Why was she dashing up towards him, holding her hands out and acting like she knew him? What in the Multiverse was going on?

"Finally." Ford heard the grey-haired woman say, and Ford saw that the right sleeve of her pink key sweater was unraveling in a presumably not intentional cut. She held her arms open, like she was going to hug him, and Ford didn't know how to respond to this at all. "After all these long years of waiting. You're actually here!" But if Ford had thought that this woman didn't make sense before, she definitely didn't make sense after she said her last word. "Brother!"

Ford's mind went blank for a moment. Then he choked out, "What?!"

The woman sighed, and ran a hand through her long-ish silver hair. Ford was 99% sure that he only had brothers, so unless this woman... "Come on Fordsy, it's me. I know you love your nerd thingies, but I just got you back. I think that deserves a hug."

The two of them stood there for nearly a minute. Ford in utter confusion, and the woman in resilient hope. Finally, after no one had made a movement or sound, she sighed again and rushed right on up to Ford, wrapping her arms around his sides and squeezing the side of her face against his chest. "I missed you so much." She muttered into him, and Ford still had no idea what was going on.

"Uh... Ma'am." Ford mumbled, and reached around him for her thin, pale hands. He grabbed her wrists and began to try to pull her away, but she gave a small cry of protest. Just who was this lady?

"Ford, I haven't seen you in thirty years. I'm going to hug you." She told him, looking up into his eyes for a moment, then she pressed the right side of her face against him. "I missed you so much. And I love you. And I'm sorry. And I love you. And I'm so happy you're here." Ford looked down on her grey hair, which was matted against her back by what was presumably sweat. He was in no way used to physical affection, and the last time he'd been hugged was... Uh... Had he been hugged since he was a teenager? He couldn't remember.

But still. Being hugged by a random stranger was not something that was high on his bucket list, and this woman seemed to have no intention of letting him go anytime soon.

"Um... Ma'am. I'm very flattered that you have missed me. But..." Ford gave her a hard look when she tilted her face up towards his own, her brown eyes looking hopeful and a bit confused. "I'm afraid I don't know who you are."

The hug was over immediately. The woman's arms dropped and she took a step back, her eyes flicking over the entirety of Ford. She let out a small, sad chuckle, and she smiled shyly at Ford. "Good one Ford." She said, folding her arms, "You nearly had me there for a second."

Whoo boy. This will be interesting.

"Ma'am... I'm not joking. I don't know who you are. I don't understand what is going on. I don't even know how you know me." Ford explained, watching the woman's hopeful face drop, her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open, revealing slightly crooked teeth.

"It's me Stanford! It's me! Mabel! Your sister? Your twin..." 'Mabel' said, reaching forward and grabbing him by the tops of his arms. She shook him gently and, with tears starting to fill her eyes and fall down her cheeks, she cried, "You have to remember me!" She sniffed, and her lip quivered, "Please remember me..."

Sister? Twin? But Stanley...

"Come on Grauntie, he doesn't know..." Mabel looked away from Ford, and she looked behind her at a small figure, about ten or eleven. It was a young boy, dressed in a red striped t-shirt, his brown hair short and making him look almost exactly like how Stan had looked when he and Ford had been kids. "Stanley... You don't understand... This is my brother... He's my brother! He just has to be!"

Ford shrunk back when she released his arms, and she turned completely around. For the first time, Ford noticed the other three occupants of the room. The boy Mabel was talking with, another boy who looked like the first one's clone, and a large gopher-man. Wait. Did Mabel just call the boy Stanley? What in the Multiverse was going on?

"Children? Stanley?" Ford asked, running a hand through his hair, "What... How is he so young?"

He nearly cringed when both of the people standing directly in front of him turned towards him. Mabel was rubbing the tears from her eyes, and Stanley had his arms folded. "How am I so young?" he asked, sizing Ford up, like he was planning on trying to take him down. "I'm the oldest I've ever been. How are you so old?"

This would be interesting.

Ford figured out pretty quickly that he was in an alternate universe. It was pretty obvious, judging that in this world he'd been born with a sister instead of a brother. Also, his brother was born four or five decades after he was, and had a twin of his own. Now Bill's request to tell 'Pine Tree' hello made a lot more sense.

Dipper and Stanley Pines. The idea of his brother being... well, someone else's brother, it... made Ford jealous? Or something. This Stanley seemed, for the most part, a bit healthier than Ford's own. Ford chalked that up to the fact that... well, this Stanley didn't have to live in Filbrick's household. But that would mean... Oh my, would he actually..? Ford didn't want to think about his father doing that.

Mabel had wanted to rebuild the portal to get her Ford back. But Ford had explained why they couldn't. At least, as much as he could. Mabel had acted dejected after that, but she had said "At least I have you." Yup. This was exactly what Ford wanted.

"I lost him. I didn't know if he was dead or alive in some distant galaxy... I..." Mabel hugged her arms close around her, and even Ford felt sorry for her. There was just something about her being female that helped him be able to relate to her better. If it was Stanley... Well, he'd probably disregard his feelings. "I knew his Journal had to have some way of saving him. There just had to be. But..." Her eyes dropped to the ground, and Stanley stood up from next to his brother and grabbed his aunt's hand.

"But I didn't know how to find the other two. I tried for weeks... months, to get that dumb machine to work... But..."

"It didn't." Mabel's eyes met Ford's, and she nodded at his statement. "Yes. I eventually ran out of food. I had to go into town... I... I looked like a mess, and when I told them who I was they drew the line between the two of us."

She took a deep breath and nodded towards Dipper, "The newspaper you found. 'Pines dead'. I... I faked a car crash. I told everyone that Ford was dead. And... Well, there are a lot of saps here. They offered to help me in any way that they could. I started showing them Ford's stuff... Then that turned into fake attractions... And the next thing I knew, I had a tourist trap on my hands."

Dipper echoed her nod. "So... All this time you were just trying to get your brother back." He said, and Ford caught him glancing at Stanley. Dipper bit his lip then said, "Grauntie Mabel, I'm so sorry I didn't believe you."

Mabel smiled sadly at him, breathed in deeply, then said, "Don't worry Dipper. I didn't give you much to believe in." She held her hand out to him and said, "I promise that this time I don't have any more bombshell secrets. Except for maybe the snake in the attic."

"I heard talking. It's coming from downstairs!"

All five of the room's occupants froze. Ford looked at Mabel with a look of confusion (yet again) and she exclaimed, "Oh no! The government guys!" Stan and Dipper looked at each other, and Soos said, "Your dramatic story made me forget all about those dudes! What are we going to do?"

Dipper and Stan got evil glints in their eyes, Ford made a mental note not to become their enemy. Stan said, "You thinking what I'm thinking?" And Dipper nodded.

"Memory ray!"
"Grappling hook!"

The two of them pulled out said gun-shaped weapons, and Stan sighed, "Oh, yeah. I forgot. Yay... Memory ray..." Dipper rolled his eyes and handed Ford the ray, "Don't worry about him, he's obsessed with that grappling hook. I don't know why Grauntie Mabel gave it to him."

"Uh, because grappling hooks are awesome," Mabel said, rolling her eyes and grinning. "Now. Where did you get that from?" She didn't receive an answer, Ford had taken the ray from his nephew and said, "Of course, this is perfect! I don't know how you got ahold of one of these... But... Nevermind. Follow me."

He led them into the control room, and he looked through the periscope, he plugged the gun into a jack and ordered them to get down and cover their ears. He connected it to the headset frequency and waited for Fiddleford's magic to do its thing.

"Now. I believe I look the most like an actual government agent." Ford said after making sure that the agents were properly disoriented. "Does anyone have any papers?"

"Hey, Mabel. You're gonna want to see this."

Ford had been living in the Shack for about a week. He and Dipper had already started bonding over DD&MD, and Stanley was obsessed with learning to use any and all of Ford's weapons, an action that Ford was more than willing to teach him. Stan already had a pretty deadly aim with the crossbow, and Mabel had to put her foot down on no weapons after dark. Dipper didn't seem to mind that.

Ford realized that he'd been spending a lot of the time with the kids (not a bad thing, they'd be leaving soon), but not very much with Mabel. And he had figured that if her Ford was anything like him, he knew exactly what to do with her.

Mabel looked up from across the register. She had a bin of stickers that she was restocking, and she placed them and the box she was taking stickers out of on the counter. "Really? What is it?"

Ford shut the vending machine behind him with a booted foot. In his arms he had a box full of tapes and papers. There was a melancholy grin on his face, and he strode towards his 'sister' and placed the box carefully down next to the sticker one. Mabel peered into it and gasped. "Whoa. How did you... He kept them..."

Ford nodded, "They were in the same place I put all of my old pictures... I figured you'd like to see them... Maybe you could..." He swallowed and rubbed his hands together. Mabel's eyes flicked between the pictures inside the box, and Ford's face.

"You know... Stocking sounds boring. I... Wouldn't mind taking the rest of the day off." She said, touching the very top paper, "Do you know where the old reel-player is?" Ford shook his head and Mabel smiled. "That's okay. Can we... Uh, watch these in your room? Mine's a mess, and I sorta want this to be... private." She looked hopefully into Ford's eyes and he nodded. "Of course. I know how to set it up." He said, then he held a hand to his chin and added, "Probably."

Mabel laughed, "No matter what galaxy you're from you're still a dork." She said, and picked up the box. "Let's go Broseph."

Ford would never understand her nicknames.

"He kept it."

To Ford, it was just an old, ratty, smelly piece of cloth, but to Mabel... It was like... Well, confirmation that no matter what, her brother loved her. She held the musty red cloth up, and Ford wondered if she'd start to cry. "He kept my sweater... I can't... Thank you."

Ford raised an eyebrow, and Mabel turned the red cloth around, revealing golden words that read FORD. Ford nodded, and watched Mabel fold the cloth carefully, like it was made out of china.

"I was knitting it for him, I never got a chance to finish it." Mabel looked down at the small square now lying on top of her lap. "It was supposed to say 'Good job', but... It was for when he got accepted at WCT..." She choked up and gripped the edges of the cloth. "He hated me. He... I messed up... Dad..."

"Kicked you out?" Ford asked, and steeled himself up for Mabel's answer. It was a bad thing to kick your teenage son out, but your daughter? That was a whole new mess. Ford suddenly felt bad that he'd never actually punched his father when Mabel nodded, tears filling her eyes. In the week Ford had been there he'd already bonded with all of his alternate family.

"Mabel, it wasn't your fault. I should have stood up for you... I mean. Your Ford should have... You were a kid..." Ford raised a hand to his forehead, he was never that good at emotional comfort, but Mabel shrugged. "I got over that years, decades ago. And there was nothing Ford could have done. Dad sent him to our room." She folded her hands and smiled at Ford, "I forgive you."

Ford nodded, then he pulled the first reel out, "You want to see some better things?" He asked, and Mabel nodded, "I am so down for that. Pop it in Sixes."

And that's how Dipper and Stan found the two of them, sitting next to each other on Ford's couch/bed, laughing about their stories about their childhood. The two twelve-year-olds sat down next to them and laughed along with the two older family members.

"That's from when I made Mr. Kittypaws marry Lady McWartshire," Mabel said, a picture of Ford (who had to be about thirteen or fourteen, dressed up in a nice black suit, and looking like he wanted to die), Mabel (pink sparkly dress, huge smile. Nuff said), and a cat and frog both dressed for a 'wedding', on the screen. "Mom wasn't too happy at first, but she did think that Ford was adorable. He was the reverend."

Ford placed a hand over his face. "I'd die of embarrassment if it wasn't so funny," he said, barely containing his chuckles. "I have to get a copy of that."

"You got it Bro." Mabel said, slugging him playfully in the arm, "Now. On to the next one!"

Hi guys! I'm here again. Yay!

So, Gravitivity Falls again! Yay! I just love this AU, and since one of the GTF (that's now my nickname for it) Ford's ended up in one of the canon 'blank slates', well, that means a canon-ish Ford ended up here! Yay... Soon I'll be doing a Relavity Falls one.

I hope you guys are having a great day. Stay cool! (it's like 80-90 here...) Stay happy, healthy, safe and sane! Let me know if there's a chapter you would like to see! I always accept prompts (I might not get around to all of them immedately, but I do concider them). Thanks again!

-BrilliantLight