bill pov:

my eyes open, i feel warm air all around me. my powers seem to be intact, as my body feels larger than usual. i flat down to the floor and land on my feet, a shudder runs up my spine as something warm and semi solid squishes in between my toes.

i look down, candle wax, a giant circle around the living room, my toes in the warm wax. shattered glass scattered across the floor surrounding ford. i look around the room, all the windows broken, and the doors barely holding to their hinges. i hold my hands infront of me and ford begins to float.

i begin slowly claeaning up the glass all over the cabin keeping ford suspended in the air.

fiddleford pov:

the storm stopped as suddenly as it had started. "dad, are you ok?" tate sounds worried over the phone.

"yeah im ok son." i say glad it be able to talk to my boy, the storm had knocked out all communications.

LATER THAT AFTERNOON _

i drive up to the cabin, the windows shattered, the front door askew.

"fuck!" a shout rings out from in the cabin and my heart drops. i park my car and run to the door, peeking in i see ford, asleep but hovering in the air. gently i push the door open and it gives out falling to the floor with a thud.

"whos there?" a voice says, sounding like they had been crying, the same voice that i heard shout.

i step into the cabin and peak around the corner and i see him sitting next to a pile of broken glass, a shard sticking out of his left foot. blonde shoulder length hair a mess, both hands clutching at his foot. a young man, by my best guess around 25, his bare chest well defined, my eyes shift lower appreciating the view momentarily.

"dont stare at me like that, its not my fault none of his clothes fit. just get this damn glass out of my foot fiddleford." he says glaring at me blue and yellow eyes full of tears.

i remove my sweater and hand it to him. "first cover up, im gonna move you to the couch." i say, a blush spreading to the tips of my ears, recognizing the voice now as bill.

bill pov:

"thank you fiddleford." i say examining my freshly bandaged foot. he nods and leaves the room, heading to fords room, returning moments later with one fords shirts and a pair of basketball shorts.

i eye him skeptically. "i told you they dont fit." and he just hands them to me.

"theres a pull string in the shorts, if you tie it they will stay up. and its ok if the shirt is loose." he says turning his head so as to not look at me. he walks over to where ford is still hovering.

i put the clothes on and pull the sting of the shorts, surprised as they dont fall off.

"so ford brought you fully to our realm, in a human form." he says mulling over the information i told him while he was pulling the glass out.

but the time the sun has just begun setting fiddleford and i have just gotten the glass fully cleaned up and i moved ford to his bed.

"He should wake soon." I say as my stomach growls loudly. fiddleford nods and motions at my stomach.

"i suppose you haven't had any food. come on bill, ill carry you to my car, doubt ford has anything much to eat here lets go get some and come back." her says holding out his hand as i cross my arms and glare at him.

"i can walk on my own." i grumble. he points at my feet, bare other than the bandages on my left foot.

"theres glass in the dirt still, we only cleaned up inside. besides ford might kill me if i let you get hurt." he says with a stern look on his face, it reminds me of someone.

Ford pov:

i wake in my bed, glasses on my nightstand. a bright sticky note stuck to my glasses, a lump in the bed next to me completely covered by the blanket.

i peak under the covers, golden hair half covering his sleeping face, i smile. i carefully get up making sure he stays covered, and slide my pillow to where i was just incase. i grab my glasses and read the note.

Food is in the fridge. -F

i leave my room, and hear a soft snoring coming from the living room as i walk down the hall.

as i sit down with a hot plate of Chinese food i feel a hand on my shoulder.

"glad to see you awake old friend." he says quietly as he sits down with me.

i nod as i put the first bite in my mouth, delicious. fiddleford sighs looking upset.

"im sorry fidd, for taking you from home too much, for the strain of everything." i say after i swallow. he shakes his head.

"the divorce wasnt the problem, it was her taking my kid. but we talked it over and hes gonna spend every summer with me here. because despite everything thats happened, i cant leave, i cant leave you." he pauses and pushes his hair back. "i thought i had a chance, i thought... I thought one kiss would make you see me. it was selfish.." he says his voice barely a whisper.

i feel my heart snap as tears begin pouring from his eyes. "fidd, its not on you. i shouldn't have.." i start to say as he cuts me off.

"no stanford it is on me, i made a deal, for my own selfish wants, the price was my body. each time i let him possess me, every time ford, i could see and feel everything. the first couple times, I prayed that some part of you wished it was really me in my body." he wipes his eyes. "i will be ok eventually, but it is not on you, you didnt use me... if anything its the other way around." he says, falling silent finally having spilled his heart.

"who the hell replaced my ford with a pillow? I'm looking at you glasses!" bill yells from the bedroom.

"oh yeah that, uh good luck with the kid ford." he says the shock of bill yelling somehow making him calm down.

i choke slightly on my food, before coughing for a minute. "Kid?!" I exclaim panic in my voice and fiddleford laughs as bill shuffles around the corner. shirtless, a head shorter than me, pillow clenched in his right, my old shorts hanging off his hips the drawstring doing its best to stay tied. his hair tangled but still touching his tanned shoulders, a scowl on his face. "the fuck did you call me glasses? i'm not a kid!" he shouts, launching the pillow at fiddlefords face. i drop my reddening face to my hands praying he didn't put something solid in the pillowcase.

the pillow hits fiddleford in the face and he gets up with a smile on his face, still red from crying, he sniffles slightly to clear his nose. "my bad bill, you were not supposed to hear that, but you are just a baby compared to us." he says, launching the pillow back.

"oh fuck off glasses, just because i chose to be 25 instead of 30 like you guys doesnt make me a baby!" he growls as he and fiddle ford chase eachother around laughing as i continue eating.

"oh i was referring to your height." fiddleford says barely managing to avoid being tackled.

as fiddleford gets in his car to go home he hollers at me. "im gonna go to california for a week to make sure tate knows everything is going to be ok." he says just before he drives off.