"And to think," Preston said as he twirled the gun in his hands. "That it all started with a boy." He pointed the gun at Dipper, who was now handcuffed and kneeling on the ground. The boy's eyes grew wide as the man pulled the trigger.

Pacifica screamed as the boy's now lifeless body fell to the ground.

"NOOOOOOOOO!" Pacifica shrieked. The guard loosened his grip from the shock of the situation, and it was enough for Pacifica to pull away and run to the dying boy's side.

"Dipper," Pacifica breathed. She picked up the boy's hand and held it to her face. It was pale and cold. "No! No no no no no no no. Stay with me!" Hot tears streamed from her eyes, making small puddles on the polished wooden floor.

"P… P-P- Pacifica," Dipper whispered. Blood started to drip from his mouth, adding to the pool that the hole in his chest was forming.

"Y-yes?" she said, leaning over his head as she wiped his brown hair from his face.

"P-P- Punch that son of a-" a gasp escape his lips, interrupting himself. Dipper clenched onto Pacifica's hand as his last breath escaped from his lungs. Mabel managed to escape her captor's grip and was soon kneeling on the other side of Dipper, sobbing onto his face.

Something inside Pacifica seemed to snap, turning her cold grief to hot anger. She stood up and turned to her 'father.' "Why?!" she yelled.

"It is only necessary," Preston Northwest said with a maniacal smile, clearly enjoying himself. "It is better this way. You are corrupt, and require clen-"

SMACK!

Preston Northwest fell backwards onto the ground, a fresh cut across his cheek. Pacifica stood over him with a pair of brass knuckles that Stan had insisted on giving her in her hand. Preston put his hand up to his cheek, wiping away some blood, then looking back at his hand.

"I didn't know you had it in you," he said with a small smirk.

"Mabel, go get help," Pacifica said over her shoulder. After witnessing a child's murder, all of the guards had scattered when Pacifica punched the millionair.

"Okay," Mabel said, slowly standing up. She tossed Pacifica the fairy bazooka and ran out the door.

Pacifica held the weapon aloft in her hand and glared coldly at the man who had raised her since birth, or manufacturing, or whatever. She lifted the firearm up, aiming it between Preston's eyes.

Preston only smiled. "You can't do it," he sneered. "You are weak. You are cowardly. You are not worthy to be a Northwest."

"You don't know me at all," Pacifica said. She pulled the trigger, sending a cloud of pink sparkles into the man's face. Preston was knocked unconscious instantly, but he still kept that fake, rich smile on his face. She dropped the weapon and stood there, staring. She slipped off her backpack and pulled out the golden teeth. She opened Preston's mouth and fit the teeth over his current ones.

Once she was done, grief once again filled her heart. She ran to the lifeless boy that still lay on the floor, kneeling at his side.

"Why did this happen?" She pleaded between sobs. She grabbed the sides of her head by her hair, pulling it out of the ponytail. "Why? You did everything for me. I never even got a chance to tell you that I, like, like you. And not just as friends, but like, really like you. And now you'll never know." She broke down and rested her head on his chest, sobbing.

"Ahem," a voice said from behind her. Pacifica turned, seeing the dishevelled form of Tyrone. The makeshift bandage on his forehead was stained red, and he walked with a slight limp. He held a small water bottle in his hand.

"Go away," Pacifica pleaded. "I want to be alone."

Tyrone walked up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry," he said. Tyrone then continued to reach down into Dippers bloody vest and pull out the leather bound book that he was so fond of.

"He loved that nerd book," Pacifica said.

"I know," Tyrone said. He held up the water bottle in the air. "A toast," he said. "For a great lieutenant." He then took a swig of the clear liquid and, after taking it away from his lips, poured the rest out onto the body before him. The body then lost all it's form, and melted into a light, pink puddle, mixing with the blood and tears.

Pacifica was shocked at this. She stared at Tyrone who placed the book inside of his vest and and pulled out a blue and white cap with a pine tree embroidered on the front.

"Dipper?" She asked.

"The one and only," he replied. "I knew that I would be an easy target, So I figured that I would pull the old switch-er-oo."

Pacifica didn't know what to say, so instead she punched him in the face. Lucky for him that she took off the brass knuckles.

"Ow!" he yelled. "What was that for?"

"That was for not telling me!"

"I'm sorry, Sif, but I didn't want to run the risk of your father seeing through the disguise."

Pacifica suddenly looked towards the floor, her cheeks turning red with heat. "How much did you hear?"

"Enough," Dipper said quickly. "I came as soon as Mabel left the mansion to get me. Nice use of the fairy-zooka by the way."

"T-thanks, I guess," Pacifica said. "I'm sorry. I know that you have a crush on that Wendy character."

Dipper almost burst out laughing. "That's not gonna happen. I got shot down a couple weeks ago. And besides, she's like, 15."

Pacifica didn't know if she wanted to be glad or revolted. "You had a crush on a 15-year-old?" She asked.

"Heh heh, yeah," he said nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck, "Not some of my proudest moments. But we're still friends. The funny thing is, I told her how I felt in a very similar situation."

Pacifica's eyes widened. "You mean, with clones?" She asked.

"No," Dipper replied. "We found an evil shape-shifter in Ford's old secret bunker. He took Wendy's form and was knocked unconscious. I thought that it was Wendy and that she was dead, but she was behind me the entire time. I said almost the exact same things that you said. After the final fight, we finally talked about it and I got shot down." Dipper chuckled slightly as he recalled the memory. "I guess I never really had a chance."

"So, is the same thing gonna happen now?" Pacifica asked, nervously.

"I don't know," Dipper said. His face started to brighten into a red color. "We could try this out; see how it goes."

"Seriously?" Pacifica said, breathtaken.

"Why not? We've already been through alot together."

The two just sat their for a while, staring at their shoes. They were suddenly taken out of their thoughts when they heard a low groan from behind them. The looked behind them to see Preston Northwest starting to stir.

"I guess that I should call those government guys now," Dipper said.

"What about all of your clones? What would they think when they saw those?" Pacifica asked.

"They each have a small flask of water in their vests as a safety precaution," Dipper said as he pulled a walkie-talkie from his pants pocket. "Call 'em in, Ford," he said as he pushed the side button on the device. "Let's get out of here."

Dipper offered his hand out to Pacifica, and she took it. The two walked out of the damaged mansion with arms linked.


"Shandra Jimenez; female reporter," the T.V. speakers projected into the living room. Dipper, Pacifica, Mabel, Stan, and Ford all sat either on or around the yellow chair in the living room. Dipper and Pacifica sat next to each other with their fingertips touching. Mabel saw this, but decided for everyone's best interest to not say anything. Not yet, any way.

"We are here at the scene of the arrest of relative to the town founder and richest man in Gravity Falls, Preston Northwest," the news reporter said. The camera then focused on the millionaire himself being escorted by two men in black suits. One had black hair that was slicked back and a large, bushy mustache. The other younger man had spiked, dirty-blonde hair and sharp, chiseled features.

"Let go of me! I am Preston Northwest!" he yelled. A strange golden glow escaped from his mouth as he spoke.

"We know that," the older man said.

"Mr. Northwest," Shandra said. "Can you please tell our viewers what's going on here."

"My daughter is a genetically engineered specimen developed in a secret lab under my mansion," Preston said straight to the camera.

"Fascinating. Anything else you would like to say?"

"I also shot a 12-year-old in the chest," he said with no signs of emotion in his eyes.

"And where is your wife, Mr. Northwest?"

"She is at her vacation house in Berlin," Preston said.

"Thank you for your time," Shandra said.

"Now it's time for you to meet your jail cell," the older agent said.

"A cold jail cell," the younger man said, pointing in Preston's face.

"And with that," Shandra said. "I can safely say that we won't see him again for a very long time. Back to you, Phil."

The T.V. blipped off. Stan held the remote in his hand.

"Welp, time to go hide all the weapons," he said, getting up out of the chair.

"And I should go document all of this," Ford said, heading off towards the vending machine.

As soon as the two men left, Mabel peeked over the chair to her brother and her friend. She could see that they were full on holding hands now, staring off into space.

"So, when's the wedding?" she suddenly burst out.

"What?" the two said, confused.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me. I see what's going on here," Mabel said as she made a circular motion with her hand.

"Ugh, Mabel. Don't do this," Pacifica said.

"And why not?" Mabel replied.

"Hey Mabel, don't you have a sleep-over at Grenda's tonight or somethin'?" Dipper said, trying to get rid of her.

"Nope! She's flying out to Austria to be with that Prince Marius guy!"

"Seriously?" Pacifica said.

"Yep!"

"Then why don't you go plan their wedding?" Dipper said.

Mabel gasped. "Great idea, Dipper. I'm gonna go do that right now. Starting with the co-bride's maids dresses. See yah!" Mabel ran upstairs before Dipper could even question what 'co-bride's maids' meant.

"That was close," Pacifica said.

"Yeah," Dipper replied. "But at least we're alone now."

As if on cue, the front door opened and Soos walked in. "Hey guys," he said. "I'm back from cousin Reggie's Wedding. Woah, why is Pacifica Northwest here?"

Before they could respond, Wendy walked in. "Hey, dork. I'm back from camping. Why is Mr. Pines burying a crate of military-grade weaponry under the outhouse? And why is that blonde brat here?"

Dipper sighed. "It's a long story. I can tell you it in length later, but as for right now, all you need to know is that Pacifica was genetically engineered to be the perfect daughter, but was almost replaced. Oh, and her father shot me."

The two workers had their mouths agape when he finished his very short rendition of the story.

"Dude, that's awesome," Wendy said.

"Yeah. I'm just glad to be safe now," Pacifica said, looking into Dipper's deep brown eyes. They smiled as they stared, lost in eachother.

"What's going on? Soos asked Wendy. "Did someone press their pause buttons? Is Giffany back?"

"No, Soos," Wendy said with a slight chuckle. "I know exactly what's going on."


The End! Thank you all for reading my story. I had so much fun writing it. I would especially like to thank all of my great reviewers (3): Mando artist and writer, FIRExNINJAxDROID, and gamelover41592!

So tell me what you thought of the story. I'm open to criticism. I know that I'm not very good at writing 'romantically,' but I try. I have a ton of stories planned. I would like to know what you want next; another Dipcifica story where Pacifica is shipwrecked off the coast of Japan, or an awesome crossover with another show that explains the origin of Bill Cipher.

Thank you so much for all of the feedback. Normally, I would post the next story next Saturday, but I will be at Comic Con, then a week long engineering camp, so It will be a good two weeks until my next story. Sorry 'bout that.

I hope that you enjoyed my first story!