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Drabble 17: Dealing with Different Dimensions, Pt. 2

Sum:
When dimensions spring hay-wire and cross with one another because of the resulting blast of energy from the portal, a very scared and vaguely-familiar blonde-haired little boy is carried out of the portal with . . .someone. Someone familiar. Who are they? What happened? And why are they so scared of Dipper?

Universe:
Bill Sife-R., crossed with Canon
(More of a what-is sitch more than anything
I'm honestly falling in love with little Human!Bill's
Design. Can't get enough of him!)

A`N:
Okay, I'm continuing this form the 6th drabble on here,
and while I'm not entirely sure how this'll end, I've already
worked out a basic timeline for the two newcomers for what
happened in their own dimension. Which is, admittedly,
similar to where it's merely Bill and dips roles reversed,
but, well . . . .you'll see what I mean soon enough.

Ford remained silent, half-stunned. When he himself had gone through the portal, he had ended up fighting in a place that was basically like future-Gravity Falls, struggling to survive against the enemy and suppressing government with his small band of rebels and comrades. What these two described sounded much worse, especially if they really had faced of against a demon time and again.

And so young . . . .he was jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of footsteps. And who steps into the kitchen but Stanley, sparing his twin a glance before shuffling towards the coffee machine, going about fixing a cup and completely missing the two . . . "visitors".

"Morning, 'Ford." he grunts.

Bill and Mabel stare, wide-eyed. Then Mabel crumples in on herself and starts to sob, hugging herself as warm tears start to fall down her cheeks. Bill simply stares, mouth slightly agape, though tears are slowly tracking down his cheeks, as well.

Lee startles and turns, glancing between the teen and young woman. "Uh . . ." he glances at Ford, who seems surprised and uncertain as to what he should do. He spots the first-aid kit and his eyes widen. Coffee abandoned, he steps up to the strangers sitting at the table.

"Ford, is this something I should know about?" he asks.

The woman suddenly flings herself on Lee, who initially flails and stumbles, hands held out awkwardly at his side. "I don't even know how to respond to this . . ." he mumbles, which makes the girl laugh a little, even though it's bogged down heavily by her heartbroken tears, and not nearly as cheerful as it could've been.

Bill has closed his eyes, face screwed up in pain as he shifted in his seat. His head was bowed slightly, blocking both eyes from view with his bangs, but tears were still pouring freely down his cheeks.

Lee looks to Ford, trying to figure out what was going on. He studied the young woman's face and profile. As far as he can tell, she's in her early twenties, and could possibly have mistaken him for someone else. He looks a little closer at her face, frowning. She's familiar; very much so. More than just someone who looks like someone you know, she . . . she looks like someone he should know.

"Um . . .Ford?" he asks his twin, who's simply looking on. "Do you know who this is?" he asks, making a bit of a vague gesture towards the sobbing woman latched onto his torso.

"Um . . .that would be Mabel. From another dimension." Ford replies, avoiding his eyes in favor of staring down at his hands.

Lee stares a long moment. "Are you kidding me?! Ford!" he shouts, startling the girl into backing away. He glares at his twin. "We agreed to shut it down! Forever!" he continues, hands balled into fists.

"We turned it on. From our side." a quiet voice speaks up.

All eyes turn to Bill, who's eyes are closed, but head tilted back slightly. "We were told to open it up, and go through, to escape. We didn't know we'd turn up here. If you want, we'll leave as soon as possible."

Lee glanced to his brother, who only shrugged slightly. "They were both injured; I couldn't just throw them out." Ford replied to the silent question.

Mabel has, by now, dried her tears, though Bill is still crying. Or, at least, tears are still streaming steadily down his cheeks, but he makes no other noise.

"Kid, why are you crying? If you really want, you and your, er, friend can stick around." Lee offered.

Bill shrugged. "Your wing." he pointed out a trembling hand towards Stanley's right shoulder. "It's hurt. Stuck out funny. Can't . . ." here Bill let's out a strangled sob, voice growing unsteady. "Can't fly right. Or alone . . . burned. The feathers, they're . . . " he lets out a low moan, curling forward and hiding his face with his arms. Mabel crouches beside him worriedly, gently wrapping arms around him.

"Wings?" Ford raises an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he insists.

Bill moaned again, shaking. He mumbled something incoherent. "Burned. . .all his fault . . . can't fly . . . Soldier of the Fallen . . . no . . ." he manages to speak up, but he's hugging his sides tightly, clearly distressed.

Ford now looks very guilty, glancing at his brother and then away. Lee merely raises a brow. "Look, kid, I'm not dead; at least, I'm not dead yet. And as for the burn, it was an accident. No one intended for it to happen."

'How does he even know it's a burn?' he can't help but think. 'Dipper keeps pestering me about my 'tattoo', and some stranger figures it out? What kind of logic is that?'

No response, or even acknowledgement that he'd heard. Bill digs his fingers into his arms, leaving marks. When Mabel makes no move to stop him, Lee crouches in front of him and gently eases his hands off, gripping them in his own. The kid looks up slowly, eye wide, pupil dilated. His bangs are starting to stick to his forehead, damp with sweat, and he mumbles something else incoherent before trying to yank away, though it's weak.

"Kid?" Lee prods quietly, growing concerned.

Bill jerks, eye darting to take in his presence, though he doesn't really respond. His hands ball into fists. "Freaking died. . . .couldn't DO anything . . . can't . . .no it . . . no. . . NO!?" Bill jerked away with a shriek, trembling hard and panting, pupil retracting sharply. He curled in on himself, shivering. Only now does Mabel move to comfort him, gently scooping him up and sitting in his chair, cradling him.

"What the heck was that about?" Ford demanded, frowning.

Mabel looks down at Bill with a frown. "His visions . . ." she wavers, then continues, stronger. "Sometimes he'll see things in the past or future. He's never sure exactly of the outcome, what it will be or what happened. He'll often see into anothers, but not on purpose. Never on purpose." she ducks her head, gently laying her chin on his head.

He curls tighter into her embrace, panting and trembling still. He mumbles, face pale, and tosses his head fitfully. His bangs fall away, revealing both eyes. His right eye, while baby blue, was the only one that still possessed sight. His left eye was pale and cloudy-white over the iris and pupil, and a large burn mark was branded over it, becoming a pale powder blue, like Grunkle Stans' "tattoo".

It was in the shape of a triangle, with a faint outline of an eye, a top-hat, a bow tie, legs and arms. Ford sucks in a breath at the sight, while Lee just narrows his eyes, thinking.

"H-how did he get that?" Ford asked finally.

Bill raised his head to look tiredly at Ford. "S'fire," he slurs, eyes wandering aimlessly. "Big one . . .got it then. Was on'y three."

Mabel winces at this admission, reaching a hand to the left side of her collarbone.

"It 'llows me to see what other' can't see . . . both curse and gift . . . stupid demon . . ." here Bill growled. "Marks ya' witha brand t'show you're important, make ya' wear it always. Others he let's prance around with 'em like a medal; can take it off and pretend not to be involved. I . . ." here Bill paused, eyeing the Stan Twins in something akin to a serious and delirious manner.

"I can see the Fallen, the Wingless, those with wings but clipped feathers. Dead 'n 'live fightin' on both sides . . . .those who get through with their wings' whole fly away, but don't oft' deserve it. Those who get their wings hurt, they have to keep fighting, can't leave e'en if they wanted too, but they deserve tuh leave the most, ev'ry time. . . ." Bill shakes his head, exhaustion suddenly apparent on his features.

"You mean . . . you can see angels?" Ford asked, half awed and half stunned.

Bill shakes his head. "Angels, spirits, all the same. Only those bonded close and strong 'sides can leave, if one's hurt. Rarely happens . . . seldom happens. Seen it precious few times. . . ." his head drops back, eyes slipping closed as he fell into an uneasy sleep.

The Stan twins stared a few long moments, shocked. Mabel only hugged the younger close, her own eyes drooping shut.

"Does . . ." here Lee swallowed hard. "I mean, well, can . . . can anyone else see these things?" he manages.

Mabel shakes her head slowly. "It's only him." she whispers softly. "Only him on our side, in our ranks. He doesn't speak of who he sees often, though. From what he's told me . . ." she trails off, glancing to the side.

She takes a deep breath, then continues. " . . .sometimes he'll watch those who were wounded in the last battle. He told me once that he can see those who pass away rise up from their own bodies, trying out their wings. How most stay, even if their wings are fine, how he'll talk to them in private afterwards. He . . . .doesn't like to talk about it, nor has he told the others, but sometimes he'll basically be commanding a second army . . .his own 'Fallen Warriors', as he put it once."

She suddenly stiffens, looking at the doorway. Lee and Ford turned, only to see Mabel standing in the doorway. Or, younger Mabel . . . their Mabel? Either way, the twelve-year-old stands stock-still, just outside the ktichen, still in her pajama's and staring at what is clearly an elder version of herself.

Squinting, she blearily says, "Mom? What are you doing here?" she asks, rubbing at her eyes.

Older-Mabel seems to realize what is happening and glances towards Lee, silently asking for help.

Seeming to realize this, he clears his throat to get the attention off the pair sitting at the table. "Mabel, sweetie, these are just some, er, campers who got lost and turned up earlier. They're both hurt and need some rest, so you can talk to them later, alright?" he asks.

Mabel nods, paying the two no mind and not further examining their appearances as she goes about finding food for breakfast. Ford and Lee meet eyes before the former leads the visitors up the stairs and the latter helps Mabel make a proper breakfast.

Ford shows them to Lee's room; he hopes he won't mind. "You can sleep here. Um, do you need, anything?" he asks, feeling suddenly awkward as he rubs the back of his neck.

Older Mabel shakes her head "no", taking off both her shoes and Bills, as well as their cloaks, before tucking the younger in. "Just call me Kiara," she spoke up suddenly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her sweater was a bright pink with a colorful shooting star going across it. With a jolt, Ford realized he'd seen Mabel, the one in this dimension, wear a similar, though smaller one, during his time here.

"I know it'll be confusing with two Mabel's about, so just call me Kiara. And call Bill 'Tyrone' . . . pl-please." there was a long pause and a bit of a wince on the last word.

Ford nodded. "Just give me or my brother a shout should you need anything." he informed the girl, who only nodded, curling up on the bed.

Closing the door softly behind him, Ford made his way down the stairs to inform his brother of the names and sleeping arrangements. He found him still in the kitchen, serving pancakes and bacon to a bright-eyed Mabel and sleepy Dipper.

Managing to pull his brother aside, he quickly explained. Though grumpy over the fact that he'd lost his bed, Lee didn't protest to much and only explained to Dipper about the two guests and telling both twins to be quiet so as not to disturb them.

There was a bit of a moment when Dipper perked up at the name 'Tyrone', seeming both intrigued and disgruntled over it. As soon as Mabel realized that he'd always wanted that name, she started to tease him, ending in both having a "syrup race" to determine who would decide todays activity.

Ford couldn't help but shake his head at how quickly both had made up.

Hopefully, the guests upstairs would be able to tell him a little more when they'd woken up.

Here ya go! I know it's been awhile since I've touched upon this particular Au, but I couldn't help myself! Enjoy and please review!