Hello again!

So, I realized that I should explain my crossover AU before I write a story about it, lol. So, last chapter was a. if Bill and They were friends, and b. after Bill's death. This one is if Wilson fell through the portal opened by Charlie in the New Reign trailer, and was dropped in Gravity Falls in 2013 (the next summer for Dip and Mab).

Two ducks were facing each other in a warehouse. One had a black goatee, oddly enough. The other had a detective hat on. The one with the goatee began to quack, subtitles appearing beneath him as he 'spoke'. "So. This is how it all goes down, twin brother."

"I don't care that we're brothers! I will defeat you!"

The evil-looking duck suddenly sighed. "I wouldn't expect any less from the greatest detective in Britain. Not after all I've done. I guess I deserve it. After what I did to my sweet, sweet Caroline…"

Ducktective shifted around awkwardly. He knew the story. His brother had once had a magic show, and had hired a beautiful duck assistant. But it all went wrong, and now, she was long gone. He felt sorry for his loss, but he had to take his manic brother down, no matter what. He got into a fighting stance. "To the death!"

His brother nodded. "To the death."

They rushed at each other, and just as they were about to exchange blows, an evil laugh rang out. They both turned to see a duck with a flower on her head, sitting on a chair. His brother gasped. "Caroline! It's you! I thought you were dead! Why did you never come to see me?"

She scowled. "Why would I ever want to see you again, Martin? You arrogant fool!" She pulled out a gun. "Now die!"

The 8 o'clock season 2 finale ended right there. Mabel dropped the popcorn bag that she had been gripping in anticipation. "Wow… What a twist! I would have never guessed Caroline would come back!" She turned to Dipper. "Poor Martin, huh? And to think, I thought that he was the bad guy! But it turned out to be a whole bunch of mysterious bad guys, who were actually there all along!" She fell backwards, a hand over her heart. "My heart! It can't take all the plot twists!"

Dipper shrugged. "Meh. I do like what they've done with Martin, I do. He's become much more realistic over the course of the plotline. It's just, I don't think anyone takes him seriously anymore. I mean, he did try to kill Ducktective. Plus, he burned down that orphanage. And yet, it feels like everyone's forgotten how awful of a person he can be."

Mabel sat back up. "True, true. But he's just so sad! Aaugh! And Caroline and Martin are soooo cute together!" She paused to giggle. "I ship them so hard." she whispered.

Dipper rolled his eyes at his fangirling sister and looked up at their guest, who was sitting in the easy chair. "What do you think, Wilson?"

The older man simply shook his head, smiling. "I think that of the many things exclusive to your time period, this is the most peculiar." He tilted his head to the side. "But come to think of it, wasn't Ducktective shot in season 1? My field of science isn't medical, but you'd think he wouldn't be able to move around that fast after being shot in the duck heart." He tapped his fingers on the armrest, pondering.

Mabel squealed. "I knew it! You love Ducktective! Yay! Now I can tell you all of my theories, and headcanons, and AUs, and ships, and come here, you goof!" She leaped up and tackled him with a hug. He jumped in surprise, then hugged her back, laughing. Dipper smiled.

They had found Wilson a couple weeks after coming back to Gravity Falls for the summer of 2013. They had gone to play in the woods and they had run into him (literally). He was being chased by a gang of aggressive gnomes. They had fled the forest and run to the Shack. The leafblower had been as effective as last time, shooting gnomes out of it like a cannon. Back then, he had slow to trust them. His reasoning was that he hadn't seen humans in years, and he believed it to be a trick by a group of someones, though he wouldn't say who, even now. Eventually, after a lot of coaxing him inside and even more of trying to convince the grunkles (who were home for the summer), he was allowed to stay. After a few days, he began to explain how he came to be here, with some help from Great Uncle Ford, who knew a lot about time paradoxes. He had been abducted from very far back in the past and brought to an alternate dimension where time passed much faster than on Earth. He had been forced to survive in the wilderness for years of his life. He described his experience in detail until a certain point, when he had flipped a fifth switch on a 'door' on the fifth level on what he called 'Adventure Mode'. He had suddenly frozen up and tucked his knees in, signs that he definitely did not want to talk about whatever had happened after that. Nobody had pushed him to continue, and slowly, he began to open up to them. Now that he understood modern society a bit more (and now that he didn't stink to high heaven), he was just staying at the Shack until he could find a job. Currently, the twins and Wilson were watching TV while Soos and Melody had a date night, Soos' abuelita watched them on their date, and the grunkles shopped.

Dipper stood up. "I'm going to get some drinks for us real quick. Be right back." He strolled to the kitchen, and had just opened the fridge when the power went out.

He groaned, closed the no-longer-operational fridge, and began to rummage through a drawer for a flashlight. Finding two, he flicked one one and put the other in his pocket. He aimed the beam of light towards the living room, making sure to be careful where he stepped, in case he tripped over a floorboard and injured himself. "Mabel? Wilson? You okay?"

Mabel's voice echoed out of the darkness. "I'm fine… But… Just come here, quick." She sounded more than a little worried. He slowly made his way through the Shack, tiptoeing on the old wooden floors, keeping a hand to the wall. Suddenly, he felt his foot hit something and gravity pulling him down, as if in slow motion. He yelped as he hit the floor. "Dipper!? Are you okay?"

He moaned, coming into a sitting position as he rubbed his aching body. "I tripped. I'm okay, though, don't worry." Standing up, he held his throbbing elbow, which had taken a blow to the funny bone, and continued his journey towards the living room, making sure to look where he was going this time. As he aimed the beam of light towards the living area, he was greeted by an unexpected sight.

Mabel was sitting on the armrest, her hand on the top of Wilson's head. The man was curled up into a tight ball, and he could see him shaking. "I don't know what happened. He just got really upset when the power shut off." She turned towards Dipper and gulped. "He keeps asking someone not to hurt him. That he'll do whatever they want, whoever they are."

Dipper's stomach clenched. "Okay… I'll call our grunkles. They'll know what to do. Yeah…" He handed Mabel the flashlight in his pocket. "Try and calm him down, okay?" She nodded. He walked back to the kitchen and picked up the phone, using a word that he most certainly would not be allowed to use back home when he realized that the power had shut off the phone. There had to be another way to contact them, he thought. Then, it came to him. Neither he nor Mabel owned a cell phone, but maybe someone in the house did and they had left it lying around. Invigorated by his idea, he began to search the kitchen, the dining room, the bedrooms, any place where someone might have left their cell phone. He found nothing. He rubbed his eyes. He was getting sleepy, and on top of that, he was stressed. He went downstairs and into the gift shop. He opened the door and looked outside into the blackness. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know the way to the grocery store, and it would be even harder to find it at night. Besides, they had said they would be home soon.

He sighed and closed the door. He was about to head back into the living room when he saw a bright light that hadn't been there before, on the counter. He looked over to see an ePhone next to the cash register. It was Wendy's! She must have left it after her shift. He quickly grabbed it, ignoring all of Wendy's texts, and dialed Grunkle Stan's number. The dial tone rang through the space, making him that much more anxious. The second it was picked up, he held it to his ear and began to tell him what had happened. "Whoa, whoa there kid! Slow down. What's goin' on?"

He took a deep breath and started again. "The power went out in the house, and I think Wilson's having a panic attack. Mabel's with him right now, but…"

Grunkle Stan swore. "I told Ford that we shouldn't have left that stupid drifter alone with you kids… Whatever. He'll be out of my hair soon."

A sense of foreboding creeped into his consciousness. "You're not going to kick him out, are you!?" His grunkle was kind to his family and few friends, but he could be downright cruel when he wanted to be. He wouldn't put it past him to shove Wilson out the door.

He sighed. "Nah. As much as I want to, I don't know how your sister would react. If she refused to talk to me over a pig, I don't want to think about how bad it would be with a human being." He scoffed. "Even if that human being smells like death."

He heard some shuffling sounds, and then Ford's voice was coming out of the phone, probably from being next to the receiver. "Now, be nice, Stanley. It's not his fault he was stranded in the wilderness for who knows how long."

"Whatever, Pointdexter. Alright kid, hang tight. We're coming home right now. Should be about 20-ish minutes. I'm sure you can take care of yourselves that long." He hung up. Dipper turned off the phone and put it back on the counter. While his anxiety wasn't cured, it was starting to simmer down. They would be here soon. They'd know what to do.

He went back over into the living room, taking extra precautions to see that he didn't trip again. The two of them were still in the same spots, although Waddles had wandered in at some point and was sitting in front of the tv. Mabel diverted her gaze from the man to him. "What's the news, bro-bro?" Despite her use of the nickname, she sounded sad. Mabel hated it when other people were upset.

"They're coming back right now. They'll be home in about 20 minutes." He sat down on the other armrest, putting an arm over the man. Now that he was closer, he could hear soft crying, barely louder than the sound of him breathing. But it was there.

Mabel stared for a while before her face lit up. "I'll be right back." She grabbed a flashlight and, before he could say anything, ran off. He could hear her steps thundering through the house and up the stairs. He shoved down worries about her falling and waited. The seconds ticked by with agonizing slowness. What if she fell and hurt herself? How would he find her? He couldn't leave Wilson alone right now, but he couldn't leave Mabel injured in a power outage! What would he do? What would he-

His anxious thoughts were interrupted by Mabel rushing in with a flashlight, a blanket, and something else beneath her arm. He let out a sigh of relief. She shook her head in exasperation. "Don't worry so much, Dip-dop. It's fine." She set down the object, which he realized was her disco ball toy.

"Don't you have to plug that in?" He questioned.

"Nah. BY THE POWER OF MABEL!" She cried as she flicked the on switch. Round, multicolored lights filled the room, slowly rotating in time with the music. She chuckled. "And batteries." She tapped Wilson on the shoulder. "Hey, we got lights. C'mon, where's that funny guy we all know and love?" Her face fell when he didn't move. Letting out a disappointed sigh, she went over to her pig and tickled him on the stomach. He squealed happily and twisted around. She smiled slightly. Picking up the bundle of pork, she began to dance, waving his arms for him in time to the music. Dipper rose and sat down next to the man, rubbing his back. However, a happy cry quickly drew his attention to his sister. Mabel was jumping up and around with the animal, laughing. She seemed to have forgotten about the problem at hand. One-and-a-half months from 14 years around her, and he still didn't understand how she did that. He couldn't comprehend how it was so easy for her to lock away her worries for so long.

He felt a shift next to him. Turning, he saw that he had raised his head a tiny bit, so that just his eyes were visible. They were red at the rims. Dipper fetched the abandoned blanket and tucked it around his body. He sat down again and just watched his twin. Both of them were mesmerized by her energy. Only after a few minutes of this did she notice she had an audience. Out of the blue, she ran over, pig still in her arms, and tackled the two of them. He heard a yelp and mentally prepared for the worst. He didn't know much about panic attacks or whatever Wilson was going through, but he knew that charging at the victim was a terrible idea. When he recovered, though, he was met with a different type of scene than he had imagined. Mabel had her arms wrapped around his neck and her head against his chest. He was sharply leaning back in surprise, but a small smile soon decorated his face. Dipper let out yet another sigh of relief, and then a yawn. Boy, was he tired. He snuggled down next to them, Waddles collapsing on his lap. As he drifted off, he felt a comforting arm pull him in tight, and he barely heard a small "thank you".

...

He slammed the car door as he got out. Grumbling, he went over to the trunk and grabbed a few bags. His twin brother stared at him. "Stanley, I don't understand why you're so upset about this."

He glared at him. "Because those kids got enough stress last summer, during the apocalypse. They don't need this." He hadn't gotten all of his memories back, not by a long shot, but he had figured out what had happened those last few weeks from both his own fragments of remembrance and the townspeople. At least those idiots were good for something.

Ford pursed his lips, but said nothing. He took the rest of the bags into his arms and walked towards the door of the Shack. He followed behind, which might have been a good thing, because in his current mood, he probably would have kicked it open. Dumping the bags on the kitchen table, he stormed into the living room without even grabbing a flashlight. He had lived here so long, he knew his way around the place. "Alright, listen up, you little punk-" He stopped. The yellow and orange chair that he usually sat in was currently occupied by the one he was about to yell at, the niblings, and that dumb pig, all fast asleep. Dipper and Mabel's heads rested on each shoulder, Mabel's mouth wide open. Dipper had the pig draped across his lap, and the man had his arms wrapped around the twins. The room was dimly lit by one of Mabel's silly toys, casting a peaceful light on their faces. He openly gaped at the scene, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Ford was standing next to him, flashlight in hand and a sarcastic smile on his face. "And you were saying? Something about stress?"

He punched him lightly in the arm. "Oh, shut up, Pointdexter." He was about to continue, but he was interrupted by a small groan.

Mabel was stirring. She opened her big eyes slightly, just enough to see them. "Oh hi… When'd you get home…" He rubbed her hair, and she giggled softly.

"Love you, kid…"

She smiled. "Love you too…" With that, she fell asleep again. He turned to see Ford's smile turned genuine. He stretched.

"Well, seems like I've been kicked out of my chair. I'm going to bed. See ya, bro."

"Goodnight, Stanley…"

He went upstairs to his room, Ford down to his room/lab in the basement. He changed into pajamas and lied down. Staring out the window at the dark summer sky, he began to relax.

Maybe I'll let him stay for just a little bit longer… The niblings sure seem to like him...

ADMIT IT STAN, YOU LOVE HIM

I had so much fun with that Ducktective scene. Sorry Maxwell and Charlie, I kinda made fools of you.