This chapter took so long because I accidentally deleted the first draft of it. I got to say I liked that one better because it flowed together easier. None the less, a lot of fun and love went in to this chapter and I hoped you enjoyed it. This chapter was actually supposed to be longer originally but oh well. Start the fic.

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Pacifica Northwest was feeling terrible. Her eyes were puffy, her skin was pale, and nose was ice blue. Instead of being in her circular bed at the end of the RV, she was laying down in Dipper's fold out bed wearing a pink bathrobe and a baby blue top and bottom pajamas underneath. She was laying here so she would have a much better angle for the television, which Dipper had set up for her on a table in the kitchen nook. Crumbled up tissue papers surrounded the bed, they were blue and had a layer of frost over them.

Despite all this she still pulled out a book with a golden llama on it, this was of course her diary. She had decided that it was time yet again for another entry so turned to a fresh page. Given her illness, Pacifica decided that dictating her entry would help her write it.

"Dear Diary, it has been two weeks since Jack Frost has given me the quote unquote 'Magical Flu'. It has not been any fun for me since the symptoms seem to get stranger and stranger, it turns out snot-icicles were just the tip of the iceberg. The majority of it doesn't even sound physically possible. I mean just look at couple of days ago..."

Flashback

Pacifica looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Did I put on blue lipstick at some point?" she asked herself.

"What was that?"

Dipper had called from the other side of the wall where the kitchen nook was located. He was busy making her a pancake breakfast, determined to prove pancakes can be made without a monstrocity being born.

"My lips have turned blue, it's weird!"

"Oh! Hang on just a second, I'll be right there."

A moment later Dipper came in to inspect her situation. He gave her a humorous grin when he finished analyzing her color.

"This is perfectly natural, it just means your cold. All you have to do is get back in to bed and bundle up."

"But I don't feel cold."

"It's all a part of the magical flu, you can be cold but numb to the sensation of it itself."

"Dipper, that sounds ridiculous! I know it's 'magical' and everything but don't you think that's laying it on a bit thick?"

"Oh you think so? Then just tilt your head to the side and I'll prove it."

She let him him tip her head at an angle, he got plastic cup from a dispenser, tapped the other side of her head and then ice fell out of her ear and in to the cup.

He handed the cup to her and left the room. "Don't use those by the way."

"Ear ice? Seriously? How weird is that?"

"Oh it's going to get weirder Sweetheart. Now get in to bed while I find you another blanket."

End Flashback

"Dipper, of course, has been a complete prince to me during this whole ordeal. Catering to my every need, sometimes even before I know I need it. Just proves how impressive he is to juggle both taking care of me and transporting us to this 'lab' he keeps talking about. According to him it's located in some place that's a meeting point between the three states of Nebraska, Kansas, and Missouri. I know it sounds pretty confusing but he told me not to think too much about it so I haven't. If I need anything all I have to do is call for him."

As she finished writing she reached in to her tissue box on the bed only to find it empty. She put her book away and laid back down, resting her head on her pillow.

"Dipper!" she called. "I need more tissues!"

The door to outside opened and Dipper ran in with a couple of boxes of tissues.

"Got'em right here Sweetheart."

Dipper placed them down next to Pacifica and she smiled. It was a simple act but it was well appreciated.

"Thank you."

"Never a problem, Sweetheart. Let's see how you're doing huh?"

He put a hand on her forehead and nodded knowingly. "Uh-huh. Just as I thought, your fever is kicking it in to high gear to try and fight off your magical flu. I'll be right back."

Dipper went in to the bathroom and came out with a damp towel. "Here we are." He placed it on her forehead. "That feel any better?"

"Actually yes. That does feel really nice."

"Well good, because from here on out it's going to get a little rougher."

"Rougher how?"

"Well for starters there's the ice warts."

"ICE WARTS?!"

Pacifica shot up to a sitting position, her right eye was starting to twitch.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of them before they become a problem. I already got the welding mask for myself and the belt sander for your tootsies."

"What?!" Pacifica was going to ask Dipper to elaborate when her head started to bob back and forth. "Whoa! What's happening?"

"Pacifica? What's going on?! Speak to me!"

"My head just started spinning!"

"Oh dear, the other symptoms are starting too! Okay back down in to the bed." Dipper gently pushed her back down to bed. "The important thing now is for you to stay calm."

"What are the rest of these symptoms anyways? I mean some of them have been already been pretty weird."

Dipper laughed at the memory of some of them. "Don't worry, these are the normal ones but they are going to be pretty rough. These are the ones you will have to simply ride out."

"Heh. Okay 'Dr. Dipper' then tell me, what are the rest of these symptoms?"

"Ha! Me as a Doctor, that's a funny idea." He shook his head humorously at the idea.

Pacifica blinked and then she saw the strangest thing yet. Dipper's outfit was replaced with a doctor's lab coat, what was stranger was Dipper didn't even seem to notice.

The coat would have been strange enough but he had all the trimmings to go along with it. Glasses, a different tie, and even a doctor's stethoscope.

"You're going to experience dizziness, delusions, hallucinations, and finally random sleeping episodes." Pacifica was still convinced that her feelings for Dipper only went as far as a crush, with this in mind she did admit to herself she liked how Dipper looked in this outfit.

Pacifica blushed and smiled at Dipper. "Whatever you say, Doctor."

"Huh? What did you call me?"

Without even blinking Dipper was back to normal, looking as if nothing had ever happened. This time she blushed out of embarrassment.

"I was asking about those 'hallucinations'! Please elaborate on those!"

"Well you may seem some strange stuff but the good news is that they shouldn't last long! If I were you though, I'd be more concerned with the random sleeping episodes you'll be experiencing."

"Yeah, when you say 'random sleeping episodes' exactly what do you..."

Pacifica's sentence was cut off as she suddenly fell asleep and wasted no time sawing logs. "ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"

"Huh. Has she always been a snorer?" Dipper pondered. "I wonder why I've never noticed before, oh well. Kind of cute..."

Pacifica opened her eyes, she hadn't even been aware that she had fallen asleep. It came across to her as odd but in her defense Dipper did warn her they were probably going to happen.

"Hmm... My skin feels clammy. I guess it's time for a shower."

In the space that lied between the fold out bed and her private circular bed was a door which lead to the bathroom. She got herself up and moved herself to the door when suddenly it opened up all by itself revealing Dipper, wearing nothing but a towel.

"OH MY GOODNESS!"

She covered her eyes immediately. "Dipper, I am so sorry! I mean I know we live together and everything so this was bound to happen at some point... but you're usually so careful and..."

"Why are you looking away? We've already seen each other naked."

Pacifica slowly lowered her hands. "I guess that is true but... hey wait a second! You didn't have a six pack back then!"

"Are you...'sure'? Did you 'check' last time?"

Pacifica blushed even more furiously (if that was physically possible). "Of course I didn'-GO PUT SOME PANTS ON!"

"Is that what..." He moved in closer and made her lower her hands so he could look her in the eyes. "You really want?"

"I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I..."

Then, just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, she sat up in bed. She looked around, the bathroom door was open but there was no sign that Dipper ever taken that shower.

"A DREAM?! Are you serious?! I got embarrassed for NOTHING?!"

"Something wrong, Darling?" Dipper called.

"No I was just..." Pacifica got out of bed and paused in thought. It sounded like Dipper had called from the driver's seat but his choice of nicknames was odd. "Did you just call me 'Darling'?"

Dipper didn't answer right away so Pacifica decided to go talk to him face to face. She walked towards the front but something seemed wrong. The walk was taking much longer than it should, she didn't remember the RV being this long. In fact it was starting to remind her of one of the hallways in her old mansion.

When Pacifica was just starting to think about investigating this peculiarity, this was when Dipper dashed out in front of her from seemingly nowhere and dipped her. No, he literally dipped her, he swept her off her feet and held her in his arms. There was also a rose in his mouth but he acted like he didn't even notice.

"D-D-D-Dipper! What do you think you're doing?!"

"What I am doing... is something that we both want. Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want this?"

Pacifica's eyes darted around frantically in every direction except for Dipper's face as she tried to rationalize the situation. No matter what she tried though, her mind was in dizzy panic.

"I-I-I-I-I..."

"You, you, you... You want to see my six pack again?"

"I... Hey wait a second! How do you know about..."

In mid-sentence Pacifica was cut off as she opened her eyes in bed yet again. "Oh are you KIDDING ME?! A dream within a dream?! I HATE THOSE! This is probably just another dream too! Well I'm not falling for it this time! If I'm going to be trapped in these crazy dreams then I might as well enjoy myself!"

She climbed out of bed but as soon her foot hit the floor the room started to spin but a quick shaking of her head put that to an end.

"Now what should I... Oh wait! I know! Oh Dipper! " she called.

The door next to the fold out bed opened and Dipper came in.

"Pacifica? What are you doing out of bed?"

"Never mind that! What were YOU doing outside?"

"Oh I was just out gathering ingredients for your treatment and..."

"Forget it! Doesn't matter!" Pacifica interjected. "What does matter though..."

Pacifica lifted up Dipper's shirt only to see a normal stomach underneath. "Shoot! No six pack this time."

Dipper blushed furiously as he pushed his shirt down and out of Pacifica's grasp. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"Oh relax Dipper... you naught boy. It's not like any of this is actually real."

"What do you mean?"

"It's all a dream!"

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, or more specifically a dream within a dream. In reality I'm probably still in bed sleeping with probably a little bit of drool escaping from my mouth."

"Um Pacifica, I don't know how to tell you this but... you're not dreaming. Like at all. This is reality right now. See?"

Dipper gave her face a little pinch making her jump in surprise. "Ow! Oh. Oooooooh. I see..."

It was her turn to blush now. She avoided looking at him in the face but spoke in a very quiet voice. "Um Dipper?"

"Yes Pacifica?"

"I kind of... 'need' this to just be a dream within a dream. Like, right now!"

"Well I'm sorry Sweetheart but I can't bend the laws of reality just so you can avoid some embarrassment."

Perhaps it was the fever or maybe her magical flu but Pacifica refused to believe Dipper didn't have a way out for her in this situation.

"Please Dipper?"

"Oh no, not the doe eyes! Pacifica, turn it off. Turn the doe eyes off!"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Turn my eyes off? What?! Dipper, you're talking crazy!"

"Listen Dream Girl, if I was you I wouldn't be going around accusing anyone of crazy talk. Now let's get you to bed."

"And then when I wake up this whole thing will turn out to just be a dream within a dream? Right? Right?"

"Sigh. You know what? Sure! Fine! Whatever it takes to get you more bed rest!"

Later...

Dipper flipped his welder mask down and started to use the power sander on the bottom of Pacifica's feet. It was around this time when Pacifica woke up. She jumped a little at the sight of Dipper's actions. "Dipper!"

He stopped sanding and lifted up his welder's mask to give Pacifica a friendly smile. "Hey Sleepy Head!"

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"Sweetheart, I know you've been asleep for nine hours but I did tell you..."

"NINE HOURS?! Feels like I was asleep for only two, maybe three tops."

"That's how rested you feel. Now Sweetheart I don't mean to be rude but I really shouldn't be stopping right now. These ice warts are persistent and if I don't get'em all then they are just going to pop up all over again."

"Well what am I supposed to do during this?"

"Just sit back and enjoy. Trust me, you're going to like this!"

He smirked at her before dropping the mask back down.

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!*

Pacifica was about to question Dipper further when the actual sensation of what he was doing sunk in. It felt good, like a muscle massage for the bottom of her feet but times a hundred. Suddenly questioning Dipper on his actions didn't seem so smart. A wavy smile of relief passed over her as she leaned back and let Dipper continue.

Just as she was getting in to it though Dipper stopped. "Hey! What's the deal?!"

"Done."

"What?"

"Finished them off. You woke up on my tale end of the job. There's no more."

"Oh... I see." Pacifica sighed in disappointment before deciding to buck herself up. "How did you learn how to treat all this stuff?"

"Well when me and Mabel were kids, Jack Frost wasn't ready to say goodbye to us goofy kids yet so he gave Mabel the magical flu and walked me through on how to treat it."

"That dick!"

"Yup. Then Mabel started getting over her boy crazy phase."

"With Jack Frost, I can't say I blame her. I thought for sure you learned this stuff from your second Grunkle, the one who complained about grammar. The two of you seemed to be real close."

"Oh..." Dipper's face sunk. "Right. I... I actually haven't spoken with my Great Uncle Ford in years."

"What?! Why?"

"We... sort of had a fight."

"You and him? I find it kind of hard to believe."

"I don't really don't like to talk about it."

"Alright, if you don't want to talk about it I won't press you. If you ever need an ear though I'll be here for you."

Dipper smiled and put his mask on the ground. "Alright, I need to get going now."

"You're leaving me?"

"Hopefully not for too long. I just need to run out and buy some more soup for you."

"Wait, before you go... do you think you could open a window for me? It's kind of stuffy in here."

Dipper ran over to the window in the kitchen nook dressed as a super hero and opened it. Yes, Pacifica's latest hallucination had Dipper dressed as a super hero. Complete with a cape and tights which showed off a six pack which, of course, Pacifica knew did not actually exist. Dipper had opened it exactly the right amount Pacifica had wanted. Halfway opened promised that the window wouldn't let things get too stuffy while at the same time not letting it get too drafty.

"Thank you, Dipper. You opened it the perfect amount."

Dipper placed his fists on his hips in a stereotypical superhero pose. "It was not a problem! I was happy to do it!"

Pacifica stared at Dipper and his tights silently for a moment but a quick chirp from a bird outside brought her back down to Earth.

"I'll turn the television on for you." Dipper turned the knob on the television and then went back to his heroic pose. "Now if you excuse me," he flew to the door. "I need to go and acquire an actual six pack."

"What did you just say?"

Then as if it never happened Dipper was back to normal; only now he was more than halfway out the door. "I said 'I'll be right back'! Take it easy and enjoy the television!"

"Wait! Why don't you just drive to the store?"

"Because now that your ice warts are gone you'll get motion sickness a lot easier. Just sight tight, bundle up if you feel you need to, and watch the show."

With Dipper out the door Pacifica turned to the tv. "He's sweet but I don't need to watch this. It's not even a colored tv! I... Hey, I love this show.

The suburb of Abnerdale, this was where their travels had currently taken him. While technically a city there was a certain Gravity Falls vibe in the air which Dipper couldn't quite describe. Dipper knew he couldn't afford to be gone from Pacifica for too long so he asked the locals where he could find a store which sold soup. They directed him to a multi-purpose store where one could find a little bit of everything. Standing in front of it, Dipper smiled and tipped his hat at the giant name on top of the building. It was called the Thrifst Store, the unnecessary S made Dipper feel nostalgic for Gravity Falls.

"I'm starting to like this place already!"

Inside the store the isles were stacked with miscellaneous items, it was a literal mishmosh of things which had absolutely nothing to do with each other. "This could take a while."

After a little bit of looking Dipper found a cashier. "Excuse me, I need to buy some soup. Do you know where I could find some?"

"Well gee sir, if we have any soup left I'd have to say it it would be towards the right end of the store. On the wall."

"Okay thanks."

The further in to the store Dipper went the more random the items became. "This place is like an indoor yard sale... I should tell Soos about this place, he'd love it!"

Dipper's smile disappeared when he saw the items start to go from knickknacks and were starting to replaced with coats.

"Well this doesn't bode well."

Dipper thought about going back and asking for help from a clerk but decided to take a chance instead.

The ringtone of Taking Over Midnight sang out from one of his coat pockets bringing his search to a screeching halt.

"Where is it?" Dipper asked as he tried to fish his phone out.

Finally finding the correct pocket he pulled it out and answered it.

"Hey, Mabel. What's up?"

He listened to his sister's short greeting as he started walking down the isle.

"I can't right now, I'm buying soup!"

A search which was starting to seem fruitless as there was nothing so far in his search except for coats, pants, and shirts.

"...Well I can't find it...I can't find it, there's only clothes... It means there's ONLY clothes... Alright! You don't have to shout at me!"

He loved his sister but there were times when he still didn't get along with her like any sibling. He walked down in to another isle but it didn't look like there was much of a difference.

"There's more clothes... There's just more clothes-Oh wait a second! Here's the soup! Last one too, I guess I lucked out!"

The soup can was on the shelf just left to Dipper's head. Dipper grabbed it and checked the expiration date. "Good, it expires months from now. So what's up, Mabel?"

Dipper listened to his sister's problem and then added in his two cents. "Just take it from her... It's Grenda, I'm sure she'll understand... Just tell her she's not allowed to drink her shots at work!"

Dipper started to walk to the cash register as he continue his conversation with his twin. "No Mabel, I'm taking care of Pacifica. She's sick... Mabel! Not in my ear! Seriously, you need to out grow that stupid fangirl scream of yours! ... Uh-huh. You too... Oh no, I just left her in the RV watching television. I'm sure she's fine..."

Meanwhile in the RV...

Pacifica sat on the fold out couch eating a bowl of microwave popcorn watching her show. It was actually a gamble on if Pacifica could trust herself to make such an easy snack but it had paid off.

"And now we return to our anniversary special crossover: As the Duchess Approves... Of Ducktective."

"I'm sorry mother... I may be a woman, and I may be a duchess, but I am also in love with Ducktective!"

"But Sweetie, he's duck!"

"Quack!"

"Yes!" Pacifica grabbed a tissue as she continued to sob. "This is so much like my life... In a way... And I'm not really in love with him, it's just a crush... And Dipper's not a duck, that's kind of an important one. Wait! Is this a real show or just another fever dream? I guess I'll figure it out next commercial break."

Back with Dipper...

After paying for his can of soup Dipper left the store but he was still continuing his conversation with Mabel.

"Yeah, she has a magical flu. Jack Frost gave it to her, called it his way of 'paying' us... Yes, he is a dick. This Abnerdale place seems nice, kind of reminds me of Gravity Falls but busier and with less monsters... Yeah, I miss it too. Listen, I'd love to chat more with you Mabel but I can't keep Pacifica waiting. Bye."

Dipper hung up his phone and continued on his way. He took more notes on the town as he walked; all the stores seemed to be privately owned at least in some sense. The people themselves seemed nice enough although it did look like they were often in a hurry. Another thing which separated it from Gravity Falls however was that there wasn't anything odd going on underneath, there was no sinister undertone, no monsters, nothing REALLY weird going on. Places like this was not something that was out of the ordinary for Dipper, as far as he could tell... these kind folks just happened to luck out. It seemed almost too good to be true.

He was greeted with Abnerdale's only true problem as he turned around a corner, crime. A mugger jumped out in front of Dipper from behind a tree, with a gun in his pocket aimed at Dipper.

"Alright pal, hand over your wallet. Nice and quiet like. Hey! Don't you roll your eyes at me! I'm seri..."

*PLOOT!*

"Well no place is perfect." Dipper shrugged.

Dipper opened the door to the RV and headed straight for the kitchen nook, he knew they needed to gain more ground on their journey to the lab but making this soup for Pacifica took priority. As he moved past the fold out couch bed he saw Pacifica snoring peacefully with an empty bowl of popcorn under her arm. Dipper smiled and turned off the television, then he turned to kitchen nook and started to make the soup. Can opened, pot boiling, he started to work on the chicken noodle soup.

He was more than halfway done when he heard a weird noise, it sounded almost like a hiccup. He looked behind him and there stood Pacifica, well 'stood' was used in a loose term here. She was swaying back and forth but here eyes were glued on Dipper.

"Pacifica? You should really be laying down right now."

"Now you *hrk* listen to me, Dipper *hic* Pines! I have something to *wheeze* say, and you had better listen to me!"

"Um... Okay. I think your deliriousness is starting to set in but go ahead."

"I've *hic* had a lot of time *hrk* think about and this, and I've decided... um... What was it I decided? Oh yeah! *hrk* You! No more almost-dying!"

"'Almost-dying'? What the crap is 'almost-dying'?"

"You know! It's that thing... you know, the thing! It's that thing that only YOU do! *hic* And quite frankly I've had enough mister!"

Dipper darted with concern his eyes between the soup he was making and Pacifica. "Sweetheart, I honestly don't know what you're talking about. Explain, please."

"It's that thing you do *hic* when it looks like you're almost certainly *hrk* about to die or something and then *wheeze* you turn out to be perfectly fine! *hrk* Well I've had enough! My heart just can't take it! *hic* So no more almost-dying!"

Dipper did his best to take Pacifica to take her seriously but her angry pout was too adorable to him. He choked back a laugh and nodded at her. "Okay Pacifica. You win, no more almost-dying. I promise."

"Good! Now I'm going back to bed before I..." *THUD!* "Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!"

"Oh dear... the soup can wait."

He picked her up and carried her bridal style back to the bed. As soon as placed her down though her eyes shot open awake.

"How long was I out for this time?"

"Three seconds, which is good. The soup is just about ready and you need to eat."

"*hrk* Okay..."

As Dipper got the soup ready, Pacifica started to feel like the room was spinning. A quick head shake however brought her back down to Earth.

"Now you seem going in to your deliriousness stage which is good because you begin at the peak of it. You're more then halfway home so just try to hang in there Sweetheart."

"Well at least the *hic* hallucinations have..." As Dipper knelt down to spoon feed her the soup, she blinked and he turned in to a knight in shining armor. "Never mind."

"My princess..."

"Oh boy..."

"You need your strength, so I implore you to eat!"

"Okay, but only because armor *hrk* doesn't seem to be a bad look for you."

She blinked and Dipper had changed back to normal.

"What did you just say?"

Pacifica sighed, rolled her eyes, and ate her spoonful of soup.

"Nom!"

A few weeks later...

Pacifica sat up in bed with a rather large smile on her face. Her skin was no longer pale but there was a certain redness to her face which indicated she wasn't quite fully recovered just yet. Her nose was no longer blue but her cheeks had puffed up a little bit. She pulled out her diary from underneath her pillow and began to write in it once again with dictation.

"Dear Diary, I'm still on the path of recovery but Dipper says I'm almost fully recovered. Yet I still suffer from the random sleeping episodes, and my deliriousness is 'almost' gone (according to Dipper), it comes and goes. The thing I'm really thankful for though is that the hallucinations have finally stopped. Which is good because those things were getting really embarrassing! I can also speak normal again which is a blessing in of itself. Dipper says we should be reaching the lab today but I'm still too sick to actually go with him. It sucks but I understand. I've also sort of been 'sleep walking' during some of my random sleeping episodes. I'm told I didn't do anything too bad except for... ahem... walking in on Dipper in the bathroom."

Flashback

Dipper was shaving in front of the bathroom mirror quietly singing a familiar song.

"Disco girl, coming through that girl is..."

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."

"Pacifica?"

In the bathroom doorway stood Pacifica, her head hung over forward and her body swaying back and forth. She walked in, her upper body flailing about in every direction and then stopped when she was in front of Dipper. The man himself leaned back from the woman, unsure of what to expect from the situation.

"This never happened with Mabel."

Pacifica's eyes slowly started to flutter open. "Huh? What's going on? Why am I in the bathroom? Dipper, explain."

He put down his razor and started to lead her back to the fold out bed. "Well looks like our resident sleepy head is a bit of a sleepwalker."

End Flashback

"He's been the perfect gentleman about taking care of me though. Having your crush take care of you is pretty cushy as it turns out. Whoops! Here comes Dipper, talk to you later."

Pacifica put her diary under her pillow and folded her hands over her stomach innocently.

"Hello Pacifica, had another good diary entry?"

"You always have to know everything don't you, Mr. Detective?"

"I don't know everything. Like for example: Do you want more chicken noodle soup for lunch or would you like something else?"

Pacifica smiled. "You're sweet."

"Well in any case we're finally here, but like I said before..."

"I can't come because I'm still technically sick. I understand."

"Thanks for understanding Sweetheart. I'll try not to be too long. Take it easy, but if you really feel like you need to stretch your legs I have a table set up for you outside for... whatever you like, sewing, picnic, your choice."

"Thanks but I think I'm just going to sit in bed and watch my crossover soap... which may or may not exist. Either way, I'll be here."

"Okay, see you soon Sweetheart."

Omake

Pacifica had made herself another bowl of microwave popcorn and was sitting in bed with her pink robe on watching her soap opera yet again. It was shaping up to be another quiet session when suddenly Lenny materialized himself in to the room.

Pacifica barely cared about Lenny's presence. Lenny, of course, wasn't going to be satisfied with such an indifferent treatment. He was going to speak up when his eye got a hold of Pacifica's show.

"What'cha watching?"

"As The Duchess Approves of Ducktective. Which turns out is NOT a fever dream show."

"Oh... Can I watch too?"

"Fine, but you have to be quiet. I've had a lot of random sleeping episodes and I need to catch up."

"Okay."

"Excuse me," a character on the show announced himself. "Would anyone mind if I gave my opinion on this murder?"

"Count Lionel?" Pacifica raised an eyebrow.

"I thought they shot him at the chapel." Lenny commented.

"I thought we shot you at the chapel, you!"

"THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING!" Lenny floated towards the ceiling as he shouted his frustration. "A PLOT TWIST! MY ONE WEAKNESS!"

"LENNY!" shouted Pacifica. "If you want to scream and shout then you can go bother Dipper, but if you want to watch this show with me then you have to sit down and be quiet!"

Lenny solemnly floated back down and quietly rested on the floor.

"I'll be good..." he sniveled.

That's it for now. Now then, I have actually been resisting my urge to make Dipcifica fluff in this story for the sake of character and relationship development. I'm afraid I didn't resist very well this time, sorry. Well what did you guys think? Did you like it? I'm sorry if things got a little too random with Pacifica's illness but that was kind of the point. So please, leave a review.