The smell of freshly cooked eggs filled the kitchen along with the bubbling of coffee being made in an electric pot. After her failed attempt at flipping a fried egg, Wendy decided she liked them better scrambled anyway. She sprinkled a little salt on the still cooking eggs and scooped them into a large bowl. It wasn't quite a proper breakfast, but she was sure Hilda would enjoy them.

Hilda… That beautiful, blue haired girl was taking a shower at the moment. Waking up in her own sweat and bodily fluids was a part of sex she thought she could do without. She had asked Wendy to join her, but the older woman declined. She had sobered up hours ago, and with the absence of her liquid courage, she thought it best the two shower separately. She cleaned herself first then allowed her night's conquest to go after.

Without the beer, without her sweet nectar, Wendy could afford to think. She was logical, with a mind that could process information at a speed her alcohol riddled brain could never accomplish. That's how she understood that she was utterly and royally fucked.

Wendy had turned and began setting plates on the small table when Hilda walked into the room, nose in the air.

"That smells lovely," Hilda said as she took a seat in front of one of the plates, leaving her knapsack wrapped around the chair back. Wendy noticed she was already dressed, her hair barely dripping.

"G'morning, short stuff." Wendy greeted the younger girl, placing the bowl in the middle of the table so that Hilda could help herself. "Good shower?"

"I definitely needed it." Hilda confirmed with a nod. She grabbed the bowl and scooped a few eggs on her plate.

"Yeah you did," Wendy chuckled. "You smelled like me."

"It was the stickiness I wasn't a fan of," Hilda said as her ears tinted pink. "I like your smell."

"Did you use my hair dryer?" Wendy changed the subject, preparing two cups of coffee. She placed one at her side of the table and the other in front of Hilda. Of course, the girl's was decaf.

"Should I not have?" Hilda took a sip of her morning mud and sighed with a content smile. It wasn't quite tea, but it was nice and bitter. The best way to start yourself was with a kick in the taste buds.

"Nah, just surprised you got the damn thing to work."

"You shouldn't swear."

"Come on, dude," Wendy scoffed, sitting across from Hilda and helping herself from the bowl in the middle of the table. "I thought after last night we were passed all that."

"Well that's the only time I'm okay with it."

"You can't tell me what to do." Wendy said, sticking out her tongue.

"Oh really?" Hilda said, raising an eyebrow. "I think I can tell you to do whatever I want."

"You can try," Wendy challenged.

"Kiss me."

Wendy nearly choked on the sip of coffee she had taken. If Wendy expected anything, it wasn't that.

"I'm sorry?"

"I want you to kiss me," Hilda repeated, crossing her arms. Wendy felt a twitch of annoyance at Hilda's smug smile but kept her composure. This girl wouldn't win the game she started.

"What if I don't want to kiss you right now?"

"But you do want to kiss me… don't you?"

The speed at which a child can go from bratty and spiteful to sad with pouted lips was astounding. Wendy felt her resolve quickly give way to Hilda's cute, little, adorably kissable face. She beckoned the girl with a finger and leaned over the table. Hilda bounced to her feet, smile revived, and met Wendy in the middle to share a chaste kiss.

Wendy let her lips linger for just a second longer than she thought necessary. Hilda's lips tasted of bitter coffee, but there was also a hint of sweet cherry. This little shit used her lip gloss.

"I love doing that." Hilda put her fingers to her lips as she sat back, enjoying the tingle Wendy left against them.

"Me too," Wendy agreed, grabbing her fork to dig into the eggs. "Do you like my lip gloss?" Hilda rubbed the back of her head.

"Caught that, did you? I hope you don't mind."

"You need to ask my permission next time."

"Oh." Hilda paused the shoveling of eggs in her mouth, her eyes downtrodden. "I thought since we, you know…"

"You're not my girlfriend."

The sadness in Hilda's expression tore a hole through Wendy's chest. Hilda was a cute kid, kind, and with her heart in the right place. That's why Wendy had to break her heart now.

"But you said—"

"I said we could be together after a few years," Wendy interrupted with a point of her fork. "You're smart, and I don't need to tell you how dangerous it is for us to be in a relationship. Until you're eighteen, we can't do something like that again."

"Why not? I can keep a secret." Hilda argued. She put her fork down in her plate of eggs, ignoring her food in favor of getting an answer. Wendy hated that about children; they have to know every little detail.

"Hilda, we shouldn't have done what we did in the first place. I was drunk, and I took advantage of you."

"No you didn't," Hilda said with a shake of her head. "You didn't force me to do anything."

"You should've experience something like that with someone you love, not just some sexy bimbo you met and banged on day one."

"But I wanted it!" Hilda stood with her hands on the table, her voice rising in volume. Wendy kept her voice as calm as she could.

"Hilda, you don't know what you want."

Hilda gasped and ran from the kitchen with tears swelling in her eyes, the sound of a slamming door reaching Wendy's ears moments later. The older woman made no attempt to stop the girl. Hilda had every right to be angry with Wendy, as no child wanted to hear the truth, and would deny it with every fiber of their being. With time, Hilda would calm down and understand the consequences that would come to Wendy if anyone ever found out about the previous night.

Wendy would most likely be arrested and sent back to Gravity Falls to be tried in court. She would be found guilty of statutory rape and sent to federal prison. Hilda would most likely go to some sort of therapy and be scarred for life. That is, all of this would happen if Hilda didn't spill the beans.

That was when Wendy realized her mistake; She had just insulted and earned the ire of the only girl in the world who knew her secret.

Johanna sat on the couch wrapped in a blanket with Twig in her lap. She had stayed up waiting for Hilda to return, but the comforting lull of sleep eventually won her over. The calm rise and fall of her chest betrayed nothing of the nightmare that rolled around her brain.

"Hilda!" Johanna held her hands cupped around her mouth, calling for her daughter throughout the city. The once colorful buildings were all painted a deep grey, indicating that this was, in fact, a dream. Of course, Johanna wouldn't know that until she awoke. "Where are you?!"

Her words echoed down the empty street, her own voice the only company she had. She walked on, her legs carrying her in a vain search for the daughter she somehow knew she wasn't going to find.

"Please, Hilda, come out!" Johanna tried again. "I'm worried about you!"

"Over here, Mum!"

Johanna's head snapped in the direction of Hilda's voice, though she only ended up hurting her neck. Hilda was nowhere to be seen.

"No, over here!"

Johanna quickened her pace down her original path, as that was where the second voice came from. At the very end if this particular street, Johanna noted a house that wasn't quite as grey as others. It was plain, surely, but there was one significant difference that bothered her about this place: There was a one lone window leading inside. She didn't know why that fact bothered her, but she pressed on. She had to save her daughter from… something.

As Johanna came closer to the plain house, she could see more clearly. In the little window was Hilda's silhouette, and for the briefest of moments, Johanna felt relief. That was, until a taller, obviously older figure came into view and began undressing the little girl.

"Hilda!" Johanna shrieked, making a mad dash for the plain building. Though, her feet couldn't seem to carry her to her destination. In fact, the building seemed to get further away. Johanna could only watch as the tall figure continued to undress her daughter. Her heart nearly shattered when Hilda's silhouette was lifted from the ground and carried out of view.

Johanna was wrenched from her slumber at the sound of a slamming door. Her eyes darted around the room, her vision blurry in the sudden waking world. She felt Twig bounce from her lap and heard the distant slam of another door. This one was upstairs. Johanna rubbed her eyes of her residual sleep and began the journey up the steps to Hilda's room.

When she came close to the closed door, she heard a sound that terrified her, given her dream. Whoever was in her daughter's room was crying. Johanna knocked softly on the door and the crying stopped.

"Hilda? Is that you in there?"

Johanna received no answer. Instead, the handle of the door slowly turned. The door opened to reveal a red eyed, tear stained, blue haired little girl. Hilda rubbed her eyes while moving back to her bed. With the door left open, Johanna stepped inside.

"Are you alright?"

"No." Hilda said through a choked sob. She curled herself into a ball, hugging her knees close to her chest. "I got rejected."

A wave of relief washed over the mother at Hilda's words. Her nightmare had been just that. It was not a premonition of things to come, not a warning to keep an eye on her daughter. It was just what it was meant to be: a nightmare. Her little girl had a simple, grade crush.

"I'm sorry, dear." Johanna sat on Hilda's bed and began to gently rub her back. Hilda seemed to find comfort in her mother's touch, moving her body closer to and against Johanna's. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Yes… no… I don't know." Hilda wrapped her arms around Johanna, burying her face in her side.

"I'll be here when you're ready."

Everything Johanna had been worried about slowly slipped away. As a mother, all she could do in this moment was be there for her daughter, to wait until the girl was able to speak about her supposed crush turning her down.

Briefly, she wondered who Hilda could have been infatuated with. It certainly couldn't have been David or Frida, as Johanna would have picked up on any attraction. Despite their arguing for the opposite, children were not good at hiding their romantic feelings. Perhaps it was a new friend, someone Hilda had fallen in puppy love with. She had gone to the park, so it was possible she became attracted to someone there.

The worst part about Hilda having a simple crush was that Johanna believed she was growing up too quickly. In the moment, her worst fear was that this little crush was the beginning of a multitude of relationships. Now she'd just have to keep a closer eye on everyone Hilda seems to be infatuated with. That, compared to her recent nightmare, was far more tolerable.

"I… I stayed over at a new friend's place last night." The fear that had been slowly dissipating came back with a vengeance.

"A new friend?"

"Mhm." Hilda paused, wiping her tears against her mother's sweater, then detached herself from the comforting embrace. "I sort of… went a little crazy."

"What did you do?"

"I…" Hilda chuckled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "I saw her and she was just… she's so pretty. I followed her home and I wouldn't leave until she dated me. She tried to get me to tell her where I lived but I didn't want her taking me home. She—she made me breakfast, and I tried again, but she was so mean!" The tears swelled in Hilda's eyes once again and she clung to her mother. Johanna wrapped gentle arms around her daughter, feeling her fear diminish once more. She didn't know how many ups and downs she could take. At least the woman Hilda had followed seemed decent.

"I told her I wanted to be with her, but she said… she said I don't know what I want."

Johanna would have to thank that woman, whoever she was. For the moment, she needed to comfort her daughter. "That's just awful! Believe it or not, I know how it feels to lose a first love."

"I'm positive you don't." Hilda said. She couldn't help it. The only thing she couldn't tell her mother made her positive that her mum knew nothing of her specific situation.

"I do too!" Johanna shook Hilda gently by the shoulder, and was pleased to find her daughter's lips curl into a small smile. A little rough housing always helped lighten the mood. "I had my first crush when I was around your age. I didn't follow him home, mind you. That's just a tad creepy." Hilda rolled her eyes at that, but her smile only grew wider.

"I told him about how I felt, and he turned me down. I was devastated, but I moved on, and eventually, I ended up with you. What I'm saying, Hilda, is that romances come and go, but you will always find a life after hardship. I couldn't ask for a better life than you." Johanna poked her little girl in the nose and Hilda giggled, scratching the minor itch after contact on her sensitive skin.

"Thanks, Mum." Hilda hugged her mother again, this time with much more enthusiasm.

"Anything for you, dear." Johanna wrapped her arms around Hilda and, for the first time in a long time, began carrying her like she did when Hilda was much younger. She walked from the room and carried her daughter down the stairs, rubbing her back all the way. "Tell you what: Today, it's all about you. Let's get some cucumber sandwiches, some sweet, and let's go camping in the forest."

"Really?!" Johanna hadn't believed she had ever seen Hilda so happy, at least not recently. The sparkle in her eyes was nearly blinding, and Johanna swore the wide grin Hilda wore would split her head in two. She was glad this wasn't part of her nightmare, or that may very well have been the case.

"That's right!" Johanna said, reaching for the door handle to the front door. "Just you, me, and the wilderness." Johanna looked down to see Twig standing beside her feet, looking at the door expectantly. She chuckled, and pulled open the door. "And Twig, of course."

"Oh!"

The startled noise came from the other side of the doorway, and Johanna was met with the face of a strange woman. Her immediate attention was drawn to the bright red hair accompanied by a green button up shirt. With a sense for fashion, they looked quite nice together. The second thing she noticed was that Hilda had stiffened in her arms, and that brought all of her maternal instincts forward, holding Hilda more tightly.

"Hello there." Johanna greeted the woman. "Can I help you?"

The woman's face glowed as she hung there with her closed fist that had been intent for knocking. After a moment, her mind began to race again and she took the knapsack from around her shoulders.

"H-hey! I mean, hello! I'm Wendy, and uh… she left this at my place last night." Wendy gestured to Hilda, who wasted no time in hopping down from her mother's arms. Wendy handed the bag to Hilda, who turned and walked away in a huff after collecting her belongings. It was obvious she had no words to say to the red haired woman. Her mother, on the other hand, could think of an abundance of questions.

"So," she began while crossing her arms, "you're the woman that broke my Hilda's heart?"

"Heh, I guess…" Wendy rubbed the back of her head. Just how much information had Hilda leaked? She needed to play her cards right. "She's a stubborn one. I could hardly get any sleep because of her." Dammit!

To Wendy's surprise, Johanna agreed with her. "Oh yes. When Hilda sets her mind on something, there's almost no stopping her. I'm sure you had no choice but to let her down harshly."

Wendy nodded, relief swelling in her chest. It seems that Hilda, despite how mean she had been to the girl, harbored no hatred. At least she didn't hate Wendy enough to have her imprisoned.

"She's a cute kid, just a little too young for me."

Johanna chuckled. "I'm sure she'll realize that, in time. I was about to take her outside the walls, but you're more than welcome to have some tea before we leave."

"I shouldn't." Wendy declined, a bit too hastily for her own liking. "I think I'm the last person Hilda wants in that house. Thanks for the offer, Miss…" Wendy trailed off as she extended her hand, which the other woman took.

"Johanna. Apologies for not introducing myself, that was quite rude."

"It's okay." It really was, too. There was no amount of rude gestures or words in the world that would make up for what she had done to Hilda. The kid seemed okay, but she was still young. When she grew older, wiser, Wendy had no doubt she would realize what a monster the older woman was.

Wendy turned and began her walk back to her little hovel. She had come and done what she needed to in returning Hilda's bag. Luckily, the address was written in a sketch book. Wendy would have loved to have taken the time to look through Hilda's many works of art, but she decided against it. The more she distanced herself from her blue haired seductress, the better.

Wendy chuckled at that thought. Hilda, seducing Wendy? That was bullshit and she knew it. It just made her feel better to think that Hilda had some hand in what had lead to them spending time in bed. Wendy was the monster.

"I'm Wendy Corduroy," she said to herself. She paused at the next part of her phrase, and decided that a change was in order. She wasn't just a pedophile anymore. She kept quiet as she passed a couple of people in weird pilgrim hats and coats. They looked like the town guard in an old timey movie. When she had walked enough away for the man and woman to be out of earshot, she took a deep breath, and started over.

"I'm Wendy Corduroy, and I'm a sex offender."