A/N:

Credit to CraveFanArt for the cover art.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and Disney owns it.

Episode 1: A grain of truth.

Important: I'm doing a complete rewrite/revision before uploading the last chapter.

This chapter is: [Rewrite finished for all chapters 08/03]

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[Chapter 5 – Epilogue: Farewell]

Mabel was as usual the first waking up in the morning. She yawned and stretched herself in bed. Then she took a survey of the bedroom, realizing that Pacifica's mattress was empty and she was on Dipper's bed. Mabel's face lit up and quickly seized the camera she had under her bed, walking up to Dipper's bed and pondering about the possibilities.

They were both lying on their sides, facing each other and sleeping with smiles on their faces. Dipper's hand was grasping a lock of Pacifica's hair and she had her hand resting on top of his.

"Not bad, not bad." Mabel murmured. "It could be better though. Let's see…" She grabbed Pacifica's hand and moved it from Dipper's forearm to his cheek. "That goes there and this goes…" She grabbed now Dipper's hand and tried to fit it on Pacifica's breast, but her upper arms prevented Mabel from doing so. "Well, to the butt then." The cheerful brunette shrugged and placed Dipper's hand on Pacifica's backside. "Perfect!"

Pacifica woke up the moment she felt something pulling at her hair. Her eyes opened a little, her head still drowsy, and saw someone moving Dipper's hand away from her hair. Then, she felt it on her rear and heard behind herself "Haha! Blackmail!" along with a click. The heiress eyes shot open and rolled onto her other side.

"Mabel, what are you doing?" Pacifica asked as her eyes bulged out, seeing how the cheerful brunette held an instant camera which was producing a picture.

"No, Paz-Paz. The real question is what were you two doing!" Mabel giggled and showed her the photo she had just taken.

Pacifica flushed on the spot.

"Gimme that!" Her hand dashed to snatch the picture, but her feet were entangled with Dipper's and failed to reach it.

"Nuh-huh! You'll tear it to pieces and I want to place it in my scrapbook!" Mabel yelled and ran out of the bedroom.

Pacifica tried to chase her but her feet were still trapped in between Dipper's. The heiress grabbed his t-shirt and shook him.

"Dipper! Wake up!"

Dipper moaned softly and opened his eyes, suddenly remembering that he had shared a bed with Pacifica. He displayed a silly face of satisfaction and wished that he could just hug her and go back to sleep with Pacifica wrapped in his arms.

"Quit the silly face!" The heiress snapped. "Your creepy sister has just taken a picture of us and you appear in it grabbing my butt!"

"B-but…" His eyes bulged out. "I d-didn't t-touch you!"

"I know." Pacifica rolled her eyes. "She moved your hands while you were sleeping."

"Oh." Dipper sighed in relief, although it didn't last for long. "Wait, she took a picture you said? Oh my gosh, we have to get that picture! I know from experience that she's so gonna tease us for years about it!"

"That's what I was saying!" Pacifica groaned.

"Yeah, sorry. Hmm… we can't simply catch her, Mabel runs like a hare. Perhaps we could trick her…" Dipper began tapping his chin in deep thought while eyeing Pacifica. Then, he realized for the first time that her legs were bare under the nightshirt, which could only mean one thing. Dipper blushed and quickly raised his gaze back to her face, feeling completely self-conscious about where his hand had been a few seconds ago. "I—uh… G-get dressed and m-meet me downstairs in the kitchen. I've a plan." He babbled and quickly stood up from bed.

"Oh. Um… alright." Pacifica eyed him curiously without a clue of what had just happened to Dipper.

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"Grunkle Staaaaaaaaaaan!" Mabel burst into the living room yelling. "Come to see this! I need witnesses in case someone decides to erase my memory!" She looked left and right without finding the Grunkle.

Pacifica entered the room that moment from the gift shop door.

"Mabel!"

Mabel turned to Pacifica and walked backwards towards the staircase entryway.

"Want this, Paz?" She waved the picture and displayed a playful grin.

"Yes, and I'm willing to trade you that picture." Pacifica stood in the doorframe without getting any closer.

"Oh, yeah? And what will you give me?" Mabel did a quick check of the entryway to make sure Dipper wasn't going to jump at her from behind.

"A slice of ham."

Mabel stood bewildered for a second and then giggled.

"C'mon, really?"

"Yup, come to the gift shop and you'll see."

Pacifica walked through the gift shop door and Mabel followed her warily, smelling a trap. On the end of the room near the counter Dipper was standing with Waddles in his arms. Mabel snickered and put her fists in her waist defiantly.

"That's the best you two came up with? Dipper would never hurt Waddles over a picture."

"Who said anything about harming the pig?" Pacifica asked and fished out a slice of ham from her sweater. "We're just gonna feed him."

"Hmm… Okay. I still don't see how is that gonna make me give you the picture." Mabel shrugged.

"What's your opinion on cannibalism, Mabel?" Dipper asked with a mischievous smile.

"It's bad!" Mabel quickly replied. "What kind of question is that!?"

"Well, that's ham over there and ham comes for pigs." Dipper pointed at the slice Pacifica had in her hand.

Mabel gasped and narrowed her eyes.

"You wouldn't!"

"No, I wouldn't." Dipper shrugged.

"But I would." Pacifica smirked and moved her hand holding the ham slice closer to the pig. She put on a fake innocent voice as Waddles wiggled in Dipper's arms in an attempt to get the food. "He looks soooo hungry I can't help myself."

"Fine!" Mabel sighed and walked up to them, placing the picture on the counter. "Here's your dumb photo. Now give me that!" She snatched the ham out of Pacifica's hands and ate it. She then took Waddles from Dipper's arms into hers. "You hungry big boy? I'm gonna make you a delicious breakfast!" She said as she left back to the living room with the pig in her arms.

Pacifica held the picture in her hands and Dipper had a quick peek of it over her shoulder. He felt his cheeks burning at the picture and he coughed in his fist.

"We should… burn it or something. Mabel will probably put it back together if we tear it to pieces."

"Don't worry." Pacifica hid the picture in her sweater. "I'll take care of it when I'm home." She reassured and then smiled. 'Or not. I don't have any other pictures of him after all.'

Her stomach growled so loudly that even Dipper heard it.

"Was that you?" He asked wide-eyed.

"Maybe." She blushed in embarrassment. "So… you guys have breakfast here or just the pig gets to eat?"

Dipper chuckled and beckoned her to follow him to the kitchen.

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Mabel had again prepared some pancakes for breakfast. The cheerful brunette was hugging the pig and having a happy conversation with Dipper and Pacifica. However, where the twins were easily cutting the pancakes with their forks and shoving the pieces into their mouths, Pacifica was warily poking her pancakes with the fork.

"Something wrong with your pancakes, Pacifica?" Mabel asked with the mouth full.

"No, it's just that I honestly don't eat these like… ever." Pacifica gave her a lopsided smile.

"What do you eat at the manor for breakfast then?" She asked curiously.

"Hmm…" Pacifica raised her gaze to the ceiling while thinking of her average breakfast. "A glass of orange juice, toasts with marmalade and a bowl of milk with cereals. Depending on the day, bacon and eggs too." She listed with her fingers.

"Which, by what you told us yesterday, I guess it's all sugar free?" Dipper raised an eyebrow and Pacifica nodded. "Mabel, do we have any syrup left?"

Mabel gasped and stood up.

"Oh, I like the way you think, bro-bro!" She ran up to the kitchen cupboards and fished out a syrup bottle. "Look, Pacifica! This is how it works: You have to grab the syrup like this and pour it on your pancakes like there's no tomorrow!" She explained while covering her pancakes entirely in syrup.

"Aaaand no. That's gross." Dipper snatched the bottle from Mabel's hands and handled it to Pacifica. "Just drop a little on the pancake and give it a try."

Pacifica held the syrup upside down over her pancakes but nothing came out of the bottle.

"I think it's broken or something."

"Try giving it a squeeze." Dipper suggested.

Pacifica did as told and the bottle immediately made a loud SPURT, releasing a drop of syrup on her pancakes. The heiress blushed at the sound and the twins giggled.

"I'm not sure I wanna do that again." Pacifica left the bottle on the table and put a piece of pancake with syrup in her mouth, humming appreciatively at the flavor. "This tastes great though. I'll make sure the chef at the manor learns the recipe. I wanna try this with marmalade instead."

Grunkle Stan entered the kitchen.

"Dipper, come with me."

Dipper was left agape with the fork halfway to his mouth.

"Now? Why?"

"Yesterday came a taxidermist asking for some stuffed animals he apparently 'misplaced'." Stan explained doing air quotes. "I got rid of him but just in case he comes back I have decided to burn the stuffed animals I 'accidentally found' in this 'opened' garage that definitely isn't his." Stan kept air quoting every lie. Dipper and Mabel already knew what Stan understood by legal actions and they rolled their eyes, but for Pacifica that was all new and she stared agape at the Grunkle. "Soos has already piled the stuffed animals in the backyard and I need you to chop some firewood to burn the evidence—I mean… stuff."

"Why can't Mabel do it? It's always me who was to chop the firewood." Dipper groaned.

"Because you're the boy. It's as simple as that." Stan concluded plainly.

"Haha! Sexism!" Mabel laughed.

"Now go chop that firewood."

Dipper sighed and reluctantly left the kitchen and his half-eaten breakfast.

"By the way," Stan turned to the heiress. "You parents want you back by noon. I'll take you to the manor in the car a quarter before midday." He said and Pacifica nodded. "If any of you kids need me I'll be in the basement making sure Ford does what I asked him."

The two girls were left alone in the kitchen. Mabel was idly petting Waddles when she noticed how Pacifica sighed heavily.

"Don't be sad, Paz-Paz! You still have a few hours left here with us and I'm sure you can come back anytime!" She cheered.

Pacifica smiled faintly and sighed again but for a complete different reason now.

"Mabel, I've to tell you something." She began to say but her tongue got stuck in her palate. She wasn't used to say what she was about to say. "I'm… sorry for treating you so badly this summer. I've been very mean to both of you, but especially to you." She made a short pause and began nervously playing with her hair. "I really envy you. You're on a parents free summer vacation where you can do anything you like. You never cared what people could say or think about you and… you have a brother to talk to and play with." The heiress sighed. "You have everything I always wanted but couldn't buy with my money."

Mabel stared at her for a while and then stood up.

"Wanna see something neat? C'mon."

The cheerful brunette grabbed a bowl with even more cookies and seized the sleeve of Pacifica's sweater, pulling her out of the room. The heiress saw a blur of rooms and corridors until they ended up in a room with a blue couch and glass pyramids on shelves. Mabel sat on her knees on the sofa, staring through the window behind it.

"Sit next to me and look."

Pacifica did as told and looked through the glass. They could see the backyard from there, but apart from a stump there was nothing else.

"What are we looking at?"

"Wait for it." Mabel grinned and offered her the cookie bowl.

Pacifica gladly took a few cookies and left them on the back of the couch, nibbling one while staring at the stump.

Two minutes later Dipper appeared in the backyard carrying so many wood logs in his arms that the girls couldn't see his face. Dipper dropped them near the stump and picked one up, placing it on top of the stump. He raised an axe over his head and struck the log, managing to dig the blade halfway into the log. Dipper pulled the axe free holding the log with his foot and then swung again, splitting the log in two. He picked up a new log and repeated the process.

Mabel and Pacifica stayed there watching the oblivious boy making firewood. After the third log, Dipper huffed and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. Then, he took off his t-shirt to deal with the summer heat better and continued axing logs.

Pacifica's eyes bulged out and drank in the sight. Sweat covered the shirtless boy's chest, giving his body a shine under the sunlight, and every swing of the axe caused the small muscles in Dipper's arms and chest to bulge. The heiress' jaw dropped and a half-nibbled cookie fell from her mouth onto the couch. Mabel raised her hands to her mouth and muffled a giggle at Pacifica's reaction.

After a few minutes of spying Wendy poked her head around the door.

"Oh, here you are! Mabel, do you know where the keys of the gift shop are? It's about time to open and I can't find them anywhere!"

"Sure! I'll go get them." Mabel chirped and ran out of the room.

Wendy then noticed how Pacifica was still dumbfounded and looking through the glass.

"What are you looking at?" She walked up to her.

Pacifica noticed for the first time that instead of having a brunette beside her she had a redhead now.

"N-nothing!" She stammered and blushed.

Wendy saw a shirtless and oblivious Dipper through the glass.

"Oh, wow. Dipper is such a show off." She couldn't help but chuckle. "By the way… He likes commenting old low-budget movies and playing videogames."

Pacifica raised her head and looked at the redhead lumberjack defiantly.

"Why are you telling me that?"

"Because I see you a little lost, dude. And I have to take care of my twins." She smiled.

"He likes you." The heiress muttered.

"I know. I had to reject him a couple of weeks ago."

Pacifica eyes widened as if Wendy had just told her she grabbed knifes by the blade.

"Why would you do that?"

"Mainly because of age difference, but also because I didn't want to ruin our friendship." The redhead lumberjack shrugged.

"Mhm…" Pacifica inwardly sighed in relief now that Wendy was no longer considered competition, but she began to ponder what Wendy had just said. Did she want Dipper as a friend or as a lover?

"How's your shoulder?" Wendy snapped the heiress out of her thoughts.

"Good." Pacifica put on a playful smile. "You can poke it if you don't believe me."

"No need," Wendy chuckled again. "I believe you."

Mabel burst into the room with a pair of keys in her hand.

"Got them! Let's open the gift shop!" She chirped happily.

"You coming?" Wendy asked to the heiress.

"Um…" She took one final glance through the window. Dipper had changed positions and now the only thing Pacifica could see was his bare back, which in her opinion didn't disappoint at all. "Y-yes. C'mon." The heiress shook her head and decided that she had blushed enough for the day.

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It was almost noon. Stan had managed to get Ford to clean Pacifica's clothes with one of his inventions, completely removing the blood and the dirt without having to wet the fabric, so Pacifica was again in her usual outfit but carrying a folded up sweater under her arm. She only lacked the makeup, but she had broad happy smile on her face to compensate.

Stan got in the car to start it. In the meantime, Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica were standing near it. Then, Mabel chirped all of a sudden.

"Whoops! I have to uh… feed Waddles again! Bye Pacifica!" She quickly waved at the heiress and then leaned closer to her brother. "Here's your chance! Don't mess it up!" She whispered and shoved Dipper in Pacifica's direction, running back into the Shack afterwards.

Dipper stumbled and regained his balance right in front of Pacifica, who looked at him in amusement. He began rubbing his arm nervously.

"I hope you enjoyed the… uh… sleepover and all that." Dipper mumbled, failing completely to keep eye contact.

"Yeah, it was fun." She replied with a smile. "Well… see ya." Pacifica began walking towards the car.

Dipper stood still as a statue, watching how she walked away. He had thought it over and over again through past night and this whole morning, and he had decided that it wasn't going to work. It was an impossible love. They were too different, he was certain that her father hated him and Dipper wasn't too sure of his own feelings, but his main issue was the lack time. Dipper knew he would have to go back to Piedmont in a month, and he preferred to leave a friend in Gravity Falls rather than a broken heart. Perhaps he could call her once a week and maybe next summer—

"Oh, what the heck am I thinking?" Dipper muttered and shook his head. "Pacifica! Wait!"

Pacifica stopped and turned on her heels.

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking that um…" Dipper felt his palms sweating buckets, his throat becoming dry and his tongue getting stuck all of a sudden. He realized this was the first time he was asking someone out. "M-maybe if… if you're not too b-busy this um… week we c-could… hang out… someday?"

Pacifica walked back up to him and smiled.

"Pick me up this Friday and we'll have lunch somewhere. And…" She leaned closer and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "…thanks for everything, Dork."

Dipper's face lit up and he raised a hand to the spot she had kissed, deciding that very moment that he was not going to wash that cheek ever again in his life. Then, his legs wobbled and he fell backwards on the ground, causing a small cloud of dust. Pacifica looked at him curiously and was about to ask if he was okay when Dipper pumped both his fists in the air and yelled jubilantly "YES!"

The heiress giggled but both kids were snapped out of their daydreaming by Stan.

"Hey kids! Enough with the goodbyes! She's not leaving to the war!" He grumbled from inside the car.

Pacifica got in the backseat of the red Cadillac and glanced through the car window. Dipper was still lying on the ground with a silly face and she couldn't help but snicker.

As Stan drove towards the manor, Pacifica fished out the picture Mabel had taken earlier that morning and sighed happily. She hid it in her jacket pocket and hugged the fluffy llama sweater in her arms while she thought about all that had happened in the last two days. Pacifica had completely disobeyed her parents, she had almost been killed by a mythological creature, she had worn someone else's clothes and, most importantly, she had fallen in love.

A month ago Pacifica wouldn't have even considered half of these experiences, but now that she had gone through them, she could only feel happy about it. She had found her grain of truth.

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A/N:

Every episode is about a stage of their relationship. This episode was about their friendship. Next chapter begins "Episode 2: The lesser evil" in which they begin their romance.

FYI:

Pacifica came with a crush on Dipper and she leaves in love. Dipper began the day as a friend to Pacifica and he ends it with a crush on her.

REGARDING THE GRAVITY FALLS FINALE:

Something I wanted to point out after watching the finale.

First, Pacifica's reaction when she is told that she can only have one pony now is not a 'Oh no, we are not that rich anymore!' reaction, but a 'Oh no, I love all my ponies, which one will I chose?' reaction, which is far better.

Second, in the card they gave to Dipper, there was a heart on Pacifica's name. There were some too below Candy's, but hey to each ship their own. I guess it was a last wink by Alex referencing to everyone that have had a romantic interest in Dipper.

Lastly, I'm glad the sweater wasn't something important. I feared regretting giving Pacifica the llama sweater.

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