Pacifica arrived at the home of her oldest and dearest friends at around midnight, maybe a couple minutes earlier. She had received their message about needing assistance and came as quickly as she could escape the manor.

Not bothering with knocking on the door, or trying the doorbell that could very well electrocute her to death, she let herself into the familiar shack. The twins were probably passed out in Mabel's attic room they used to share so long ago, so she didn't bother with looking into the living room more than to nod and quickly greet the two elder guardians sitting on the sofa laughing at a re-run of "Grandpa the Kid" and only looking up for a moment to determine her not to be a threat. The two men were endearing to her, and she respected them, but they mattered very little to her at this point in time. She was on a mission.

Moving hurriedly up the stairs, she paused only a moment to give warning.

"Dipper! Mabel! I'm coming in! You better not be naked!"

"Come on in!" came from a monotone Dipper, obviously not fully paying attention.

"Yeash Paz, we're not! Just bleeding and in Dipper's case, documenting!" She heard Mabel exclaim, poking fun at her twin. Opening the door, Pacifica saw it was just that. Mabel was on the bed coating herself in smile sticker Band-Aids and Dipper, who had a few Band-Aids thrown on haphazardly, was writing in his personal journal, distinguished with Ursa Major on the cover. He was still bleeding elsewhere though, and this was probably the reason for her invitation.

Sighing and walking into the room, pulling the door closed in her step, she moved to Dipper and began pulling out bandaging and medical supplies from her large designer purse. Dipper hadn't said a word, he was writing and drawing as quickly as possible so as to not forget a single detail of the encounter. She knew looking at the journal page he was starting would only lead to more worries if the illustration looked overly frightening, so she ignored his scribbling and began what was a typical house call from the twins.

"Dipper, where are you bleeding the most, on your side or on your thigh? I can't tell with you sitting on the bed hunched like that! Stop writing! For five seconds!" She gave a bit of sass to her tone so as to get the point across and, to be fair, he was freaking her out! Sitting there in his own blood, ignoring the world just to get some words down in a book no one was going to read!

"Huh? Oh! Sorry Paz, yeah no I think it's my side mostly; the Beastie grabbed me there for a sec! Thanks for the save on that Mabel… Uh yeah, I don't think it'll be that bad, I'm only slightly light headed." He spoke at last, Mabel giving a 'Whoop' sound when he acknowledged her; Pacifica only threw her head into her hands. She had set out gauze on the bed earlier when she grabbed it out of the bag and pushed him onto the unwounded side.

Dipper looked up to see Pacifica and after realizing that she was going to patch him up he rotated some and went back to writing.

The thing is, Pacifica, while not entirely medically trained, did have a lot more knowledge than either of the twins and of the old geezers on the couch downstairs. Did she mind blood? Not all that much, when it was her own or when it was in a movie. When it came from a best friends side? Yes, she did mind it just a bit. None the less, she pulled Dipper's shirt up from his skin, pulling it back and closer to his torso, she got to see the gash that the monster or "Beastie" had left in his, well, toned side.

Mabel was moving from her stickers to go collect Waddles from the feet of the original mystery twins, leaving with a very loud good bye.

"Don't stare to long Pacici! You might catch nerd speak! Let me know if you need anything though!" and she was gone, leaving the blonde and her brother alone. Typical.

"Dipper I'm doing the best I can with your shirt up this far but it's up to your back too. Take off your shirt."

"You didn't have to wait 'til Mabel left to ask me to strip" He smirked at this, despite being pink and uncomfortable with the flirtatious nature of his statement, and he complied any way. He winced as the shirt got to his shoulders, and she helped pull it off from there, so as to keep his whining to a minimum.

"Wow Dip, I didn't think you were so confident that I wanted to see you with your shirt off." Not that it was a wrong assessment, but she then added "Cool down your hubris some, okay kiddo? Its not that much to look at, and most of what I see is dried blood."

He coughed a little at her remarks, and would have gone on had it not hurt in his ribcage to do so. He was a bit offended but since the removal of his shirt he moved back into a position where he could scribble in his journal and blush to himself. Arguing with her for the sake of his own pride would leave him still covered in his own dried blood and her not talking to him for a week. He thought about it though, and was trying to make some comebacks in case she continued... But, mostly he just got sucked back into the world of the supernatural.

She wiped off his back and side with some alcohol sterilizing pads, the smaller sort some people kept in bags for washing their hands with after eating greasy food. They must have been cold, he hissed a little when she started at a place on his side only covered in blood and not actively bleeding. He grumbled when she actually got to the wound. She cleaned thoroughly to get through the stains left all over him to see what she was really dealing with, and once it was clear he didn't need anything more than bandaging and rest, she began to wrap him up with the much needed medical gauze.

The majority of these exchanges were silent. They would grumble or argue some, but he often would just write on and on and she would go about making sure he could get better. Sometimes they would be louder, if he was particularly wounded or particularly stubborn about her help. Sometimes she would stay the night, falling asleep either on top of Mabel or on the side of Dipper, whoever was hurt worse; more often than not this was Dipper. And sometimes she would leave early, fighting with the twins about their safety and Dipper blindly arguing for the sake of pissing her off. She would get so angry that it became a "Fine! Die on your own! You don't need me!"

Finishing what she had too, and noticing Mabel's continued absence, she dared to ask Dipper what tonight entailed.

"So what was it that could get you in the side and keep you until Mabel could help? It must've been pretty nasty…" she let her statement trail off.

"Well, the Multibear needed some help clearing brush around his cave, and in the brush were some little baby balls of fluff. Mabel thought they were cute, like she does with like, everything small and fluffy and picked one up. It did not like that. Its mother did not like that. We tried to run and get Multibear but he was far deep into the cave going back to hibernation, so we had to stick it out and lead the mom fluff away." He stared at the journal page he had completed and presented it to Pacifica for approval.

He had named it a 'Cave Brush Fluff'. Taxonomy was lost on him entirely.

"Well at least Mommy Fluff only left you with a side injury." She said this and then saw a look of guilt flash across his face.

"Really? You're really hiding injuries from me? Really?"

"Oh come on Paz! I wouldn't if it were life threatening! You know that!"

This of course, was said in vain, because she was now pissed.

"So you've hidden other injuries before!? Because it's not life threatening it's not worthy of my time? Dipper you idiot. Tell me where the hell the other injury is."

"No Paz calm down! I mean yeah I hide the occasional one… NO! It doesn't matter! I can decide when I want to ask for help and when not! I don't need you for every little boo-boo!"

"Then why do I get the feeling that this isn't just a 'little boo boo' Dipper!?"

He looked away and refused to acknowledge her on this, and it was a horrible decision. In her rage, Pacifica Grabbed Dipper and began looking his torso up and down making sure she hadn't missed anything, and she spotted the blood on his pant leg. Her hands lingered on him for a moment while she though this over. She recalled it from earlier but had dismissed it as just having come from the blood on his side, maybe that wasn't the case.

"Stop! Stop it Pacifica! You're worse than Mabel! Quit touching me!" Dipper was both red with embarrassment, having been just grabbed and searched by a teenage girl, and mad that his best friend was acting this way.

"…Dipper are you hiding an injury simply because you don't want to take off your shorts in front of me?" She said it quietly, but was firm in making this conviction. Dipper still acted like he was twelve at the age of seventeen.

And she knew her assumption was right by the fact that his ears became bright red. The boy could pass as a firetruck at this point. Did she really make him this nervous?

"Dipper, you know I don't care, right?" She tried to get him to speak but he wasn't doing anything but making some incoherent noises.

"Well- I mean I guess- But no- uhh- well- you're a girl- and I don't – well- ughh- you see- no- uhm-" he continued, never really making a point.

She really did make him nervous huh?

"Dipper, it is likely I'll never say this again unless in this sort of situation. And know, that it is out of your well-being and under the reason that you're bleeding, still, after like an hour since you were hit. So pay attention. Dipper, I need you to take your pants off."

She tried to deliver the line and explanation as professionally as possible. But she's a seventeen year old girl who has never had the opportunity to say that to a boy and she felt a sudden spiel of queasiness. It came out better aloud than she had thought she had in her mind, because although he was red and grumbled something, he stood up and complied.

The cut ran from his mid-thigh to his knee and definitely needed stiches. Maybe it was best that the oinking that was outside the door suddenly stopped and footsteps were heard walking the other way. Dipper laid down on his bed and said nothing to Pacifica and didn't dare look at her. She handed him his shirt, so he could have at least some clothing on, for his modesty. His boxers were green and seemed to have a pattern, but looking there long enough to figure out said pattern was too much for his 'Best Friend'.

She quickly wiped it off with more sterilizing pads from earlier and began to take out the packaged needle and metal threading it would take to suture him up. She hummed a little tune, something to keep her mind from wondering away from her handiwork or towards Dipper, and he seemed to pick it up. Both humming along, his less positively and less to the tune with his wincing and gasping at her working on his thigh.

And she was just about done when her phone went off. This was not good. Because she had to finish working on Dipper she couldn't answer it. The reason it was ringing (more than likely) in the first place was because her absence had been discovered and she was being called home to be grounded. Not answering the first call meant that cops could be on the way.

So in a rush, she tied a knot in the wire and therefore into Dipper and she pulled herself over him to get into her enormous purse and pull out the phone before all hope was lost. It stopped ringing when she got it in hand and though Dipper was groaning in the background about her fear of her parents, she quickly discovered it wasn't them calling.

The phone id was a "YFII ZFMEBO" which was wild as hell but she didn't call back to find out why they called in the first place.

Instead she turned to see a very upset and very literally hurt Dipper looking at her. She had chosen to answer her phone rather than take the final ounce of care in tending to a wound she argued to care for.

"Dipper, Look. I know my fear of them is a bit much at times, but they called the cops last time! They would have had you guys arrested!" His face didn't change.

"I didn't say anything, but if you would please finish up my leg, it's hurting more and more. And the Advil I took is already wearing off."

"I know you didn't say anything! You won't say anything to me when I help you! But I need you to know that you come first! Even if it means stopping a medical procedure to make sure you don't end up in jail!"

She hurried over to her previous spot on his bed and moved his leg back onto her lap. She undid the crap knot and finished it for real. She then placed a balm over it and wrapped him in gauze. This seemed to take forever, and time was moving so, so slowly. Then she thought she heard him speak.

"What was that Dipper?"

"…I said I'm sorry. I know I don't talk, I just, well. I feel useless when you help me and Mabel. I know you've taught us basic stuff but we keep getting into worse danger. And the whole hiding wounds thing is super lame I agree but! It was just- I didn't want to have to ask you if you were okay with that stuff… I sound like an idiot. I'm an idiot.. Paz I'm sorry."

"You absolute nerd." It was all she could say. He was one and was living like it and was probably going to die one at the end of his very long life, of which she would ensure.

"Hey! I'm trying to apologize! Why do you have to be mean now?!"

"It wasn't mean, at any rate, it was straight up endearing. I'm endearing like that."

"Endearing my busted thigh."

"Whatever. I guess I'm sorry as well, I'll try not to wound you further next time I freak out about my parents... Speaking of them though, you owe me company at the next ball okay? It's in a week or two and they suck without you… and without Mabel!"

His thigh moved off of her, she stood up from the bed and grabbed his pants which had been placed on the other side of the room.

"Nice pine trees by the way" and she handed him the clothing, which he accepted though still red in the face after her remark about his boxers.

Collecting everything of hers back into her bag, and collecting all the wipes and needles and trash into a bin that they used for these situations, she returned the room back to only Mabel's normal chaos. Pacifica wasn't sure if she should stay the night. Technically she and Dipper were back on good terms, since they were back to arguing and teasing, but the air felt odd.

She turned to see Dipper but was instantly in a hug. Dipper was hugging her, and assuming it was like his normal out of the blue hug, one that was emotionally necessary, she returned it, wrapping her arms around his neck, avoiding his side for obvious reasons. He must have been really upset by her.

This was way too much for Pacifica, first she made him nervous, now she makes him upset? What was with this boy?

He pulled away, and the hug was over. The tension and the feeling were not however, and she made eye contact with him for the first time since they had started arguing that evening. His brown eyes were filled with emotion, but of which she wasn't sure.

"Well, I'm gunna grab my journal and go to my room, and to bed. Are you staying the night with Mabel?" Dipper asked her, journal in hand and making his way, limping, downstairs with her in tow behind him watching to make sure he didn't fall.

"I'm not sure, the phone call has me all freaked out to go home. What do you think?" She genuinely wanted an opinion on this; maybe she was just being paranoid.

"Well, it couldn't hurt but there's no fun in you going home, staying here would be best I think." Of course he would be biased in answering her, but he said the last bit kind of coughing into his hand. Not really looking her in the face.

"Okay I'll stay here, but only if I can stay with you" They had reached the bottom of the stairs, she was still on the second step however and he turned to look up at her, pink and red in the ears and cheeks. He had done that all evening hadn't he?

"Mabel will want to stay up all night talking; I never get much sleep when I stay up there with her. At least if I stay with you I can be assured you're actually sleeping, not working on your journal, and you're quieter than her snores and conversation." It seemed like a pretty sound argument, of which she was sure she had had with him before.

"Well uh, okay then. You have pajamas or are you borrowing some of Mabel's?"

"I brought my own and my tooth brush is still up there from last time."

"Well, I'll meet you in my room then."

"Right."

And the night only got weirder from there.