Mrs. Pines may not have been known for her honesty, but she could truthfully say her twin sons were unique. Not only was the older of the two, Stanford, born with an abnormally high IQ and a rare genetic condition giving him six fingers, but he and his brother, Stanley, seemed connected in ways unlike any other pair of siblings. Particularly, she had observed them to be highly aware of the emotional and physical state of the other.

When they were only a few days old, Stanford had begun to cry for food, and in the exact same moment, Stanley had joined him. However, when Stanford had been seen to, Stanley had seemed satisfied as well. This was not an isolated incident. When Stanley scraped a knee, Stanford insisted on receiving the same treatments. When Stanford twisted his ankle, both boys went around with a bad limp for days afterwards.

Though the emotional side faded as they aged, now ten years old, Stanford was still always acutely aware when his brother was in pain or injured. Many times he could be seen sitting by the door, first aid kit in hand, waiting for his brother to return home.

Now was one such time.

Mrs. Pines watched from the kitchen undetected as Stanford sat next to the door, the first aid kit open on his lap. His hands sorted through the contents and picked out a few, setting them aside. He cradled his left side, as though sore.

The door opened and the other Stan entered, cradling his side in a similar manner. His shirt was torn and a scrape spread across his ribs as well as a cut on his hand. Smaller superficial scrapes littered his face and arms.

Stanford stood immediately, wordlessly guiding his brother to the bathroom nearby, sitting him on a stool and beginning to tend the minor injuries.

"What happened?" He asked, a frown on his face. "It hurts a lot. Was it Crampeltor again?"

"Shucks, Sixer, ya worry too much." Stanley responded, grinning lopsidedly. "I just tripped and fell on some rocks on the way back from the Stan O' War. It's not too bad."

"Yes, it is." Stanford stated, the frown not leaving his face. He gently cleaned the minot cut and both boy's winced in pain.

"Look, I'm sorry." Stanley said, frowning. "I didn't mean to hurt myself. It was an accident..." Stanley looked away.

Stanford shook his head. "I know. I'm just worried for you. What if it were worse?"

"You always worry when I get hurt, Poindexter. It's not like it's serious this time. Just a few scrapes."

Stanford didn't respond, placing an unnecessarily generous amount of gauze on the small scrape and wrapping more around his brother's torso to hold it in place. He then began disinfecting the cut on his brother's hand, the two of them hissing in pain together.

"Geez, that stings." Stanley hissed. "D'we haf'ta?"

"I know it hurts." Stanford responded. "But it's worse if you don't clean it and it gets infected. Remember last time?"

The two of them shuddered in memory. "Okay, it's worth it." Stanley finally agreed. "That was pretty bad."

"I thought so." Stanford wrapped more unnecessary gauze around his brother's hand. "There. I'm finished."

"Great!" Stanley slipped off the stool and raced toward the stairs. "Last one to our room is a rotten egg!"

"Hey, you cheated!" Stanford accused, running after his brother, but he laughed.

Mrs. Pines watched her boys as they disappeared upstairs, a gentle smile on her face before returning to the kitchen. There were many children who roamed the shores of Glass Shard Beach, but her boys were something special, far more precious to her than any of the trinkets or wonders in the pawnshop below.

A/N Hey all! So I've read quite a few fics out there that use the idea of Stan and Ford being able to feel each other's pain, and I decided I would try my hand at that sort of thing. So here it is, a series of one shots or short stories detailing key moments in the Classic Mystery Twin's lives where they felt for each other, quite literally. (This is my first work in the Gravity Falls Fandom. Please, tell me what you think!)