Wow! This is possibly the shortest chapter I have ever written... at least for this story. Start the fic.

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Pacifica was inspecting the wounds on Dipper's head.

"I only know nursing, I'm no doctor but I don't think you have a concussion. We should still try to play it safe though. Your head is bleeding but we shouldn't ignore the rest of your body. Now tell me, where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere, but not as badly as my head."

"Okay, where on your head? You're bleeding wounds are small but there might be more damage I'm simply not seeing. Where does it hurt the most?"

"Everywhere. The whole head."

While Pacifica was diagnosing Dipper's head wounds, Artie was busy kicking himself.

'You run in to the one friend you can have in this job and what do you do? You blow him up! Typical you! A pair of decent legs walks on the scene and everything else fades away!'

"Not good! Your head is bleeding! Artie, do you have anything I can use as a bandage?"

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!*

"Your sleeve?"

Artie seemed like the type of man who would care about looking as dashing as possible. Pacifica couldn't find a spec of dust on him nor a loose thread anywhere. It was obviously a sharp tux he wore for himself.

"This whole thing is my fault. It is the very least I can do..."

Pacifica wrapped Dipper's head with the makeshift bandage.

"Soooo..." Dipper started out. "I'm trusting you guys are my friends, right?"

"Yes, my name is Arthur but my friends call me Artie."

"Are we in England?"

"...No."

"And my name is Pacifica." Pacifica finished wrapping his head and helped him to his feet. "We... work together."

"Really? What do we do?"

"Well... we travel around the country solving mysteries and fighting monsters."

"Monsters?" Dipper scoffed.

"Monsters." assured Pacifica.

"Oh... And all three of us do this?"

"Not quite. Afraid I'm just visiting." explained Artie.

"Oh." Dipper focused his attention on Pacifica. "Then I guess it's just you and me then, huh? Do we usually travel by train?"

"Well... no... We usually travel around together in an RV."

"Alone?"

"...Yes."

"Together?"

"Yes!"

"Just the two of us?"

"...Yes...?"

"So are we... you and I... like together-together? Because you ARE really pretty."

Pacifica blushed furiously and started to pet her hair.

"What?! NO! W-w-We're just friends! Stop looking at me!"

'How could he say something like that to me?! Am I petting my hair?! I don't do that! I never do that! Ooooooooh I can't look at him!'

"Okay!" Artie interjected. "Not that this isn't cute... but I think there's still an elephant in the room we need to address."

Artie held up the remains of the bag with the utmost serious look on his face. "Dipper isn't safe right now! We have a convict on the loose!"

"You're right! We have to get Dipper some place safe! I wouldn't forgive myself he got hurt like this!"

'Figures! Dipper becomes my deadliest competition for a woman when he can't remember who he is!'

"Normally I'd say put him back in the RV buuuut..." Artie looked at the giant gaping hole behind them. "I don't think we can get to the caboose."

"Hey, wait a minute! Are we even sure she's still on the train? That seems like a pretty good escape route to me!"

"Not to fear my dear! Dipper wasn't the only one with paperwork, I did my research too!"

"I had paperwork?" asked Dipper.

"Well..." Artie looked at the hole. "HAD paperwork. And a box of pens." Artie placed his hand on Dipper's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss!"

Dipper gave him a confused look before Artie turned back to the hole.

"The train has it's own private force field designed to keep intruders out and prisoners in!"

Artie picked up a broken piece of pipe and chucked it through the hole only to have it bounce off a blue flickering wall of light.

"And yet the explosion still blew off a piece of the train?!"

"Well it wasn't designed for explosions! If you really have a problem with it, then ask the inventor to upgrade it."

"McGucket is dead."

"Oh..."

"Wait, couldn't we use the force field to the other side of the hole?"

"Bad idea. It is only designed to block and deflect, we probably shouldn't press our luck with it."

"Right..."

Pacifica turned back to Dipper.

"Dipper, we're going to have to ask you to stay in one of these compartments until we can capture the Baba Yaga."

"But what if something tries to get me while you guys are away?"

"Well technically you are armed but you don't remember how to use any of your weapons..."

"I have weapons?" Dipper quickly dug in to one of his pockets. "OW!" And found the pointed end of his dagger.

He pulled it out and looked at incredulously. "Is this a dinosaur fang?! Why does it have a rubber handle glued to it? And more importantly, WHY would I keep it in my pocket that way?!" Dipper turned it upside down and stuck it back inside where it poked a hole in the bottom of his pocket. "Oh... I guess that makes sense."

Pacifica lowered her eyelids halfway. "Been there."

Artie tossed Dipper his hat. "Here! You're not really complete without a hat!"

Dipper looked at his fedora and frowned. "Why is my hat gay?"

"What?"

"My hat. It is gay. I mean literally gay, it has a pink dot on it which immediately draws the eyes straight to it."

"Gay?" Pacifica's voice cracked. Dipper felt a twinge in his heart with Pacifica's heart broken question.

"How is it gay? Look at that stitching! It is FLAWLESS!"

"It is pink! Explain to me what's hetero about it! Why is it even important that I wear it?!"

Pacifica rolled her eyes and pulled out a compact mirror and lifted Dipper's bangs to show him his birthmark.

"Wait. What is... WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FOREHEAD?!"

"That's your birthmark, Dummy."

"THAT'S my birthmark?! So then that's why people call me Dipper...No wonder I wear a hat. Oh! So is there a reason why you're called Pacifica?"

Pacifica closed her compact with a sudden *SNAP!* "No! I am called Pacifica because that is the name my parents gave me when I was born!"

"...Oh. Is it the hole or did it just get a lot colder in here?"

Pacifica narrowed her eyes at Dipper with an ice cold glare. "It's not the hole."

"I'm sorry!" Dipper blurted out.

Pacifica hung her head in defeat. "I can't stay mad at you. Not when you're like this at least."

"Alright!" Artie pipped up. "That's enough cute for now. Dipper, in to the compartment! We'll help you with your gun."

"I have a gun?!"

Crawling around the air vent, Baba Yaga paused as heard noise from up ahead. Escaping the train was harder than she thought, the explosion was a blessing in disguise but that stupid blue wall... thingy was keeping her on the train. She crawled ahead to where she heard the noises and looked through the grating to see Dipper and the others standing in the compartment together.

"Oh great! These jerks again!" she grumbled.

"And you're sure we're not 'together'?" Dipper asked Pacifica. "Because I feel really happy when I look at you."

This observation caused a furious blush with Pacifica while Artie, with his arms crossed, tapped his elbow with his index finger impatiently.

"Dipper, I told you. We. Are. Just. Friends."

"And that's all? Why not more? I don't understand."

"Dipper!" Artie snapped. "If you were faking this amnesia, you WOULD tell me right?!"

"I don't know! Would I? You tell me!" Dipper snapped back.

Artie hung his head and sighed in defeat. "Yes you would."

Pacifica dug in to Dipper's coat and pulled out his gun. "Time for training."

"He has amnesia?" Baba Yaga mused. And evil grin formed on her face, so large it seemed to be physically impossible. "How very 'interesting'."

Omake

Pacifica helped Dipper hold his gun ignoring the close proximity between them.

"Okay, just relax, take aim, and pull the trigger!"

*PLFT*

The whip rolled out of the barrel and flopped on to the floor.

"That's okay." comforted Pacifica. "I did that my first time too."

"You forgot to adjust the dial." explained Artie.

That's it for now. I'm hoping that during this arc I can deliver quicker but shorter updates. Got some fluff in there though. Did you like it?