Arthur and Ruby had snuck out of bed at 6AM, wanting their daughter to get a good rest; they got dressed as quickly yet quietly as possible. They exited the room, and Arthur was going to ask Stan for the keys to his car when he saw the old man sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, the old man poured them a couple of cups, and called Soos, asking his dough faced employee to come babysit incase Mabel woke up. Once the handyman had arrived, and the elder had assured them that Mabel would be fine in Soos' care, they packed into Stan's Diablo, and began the drive to Mount Courage.

Upon reaching their destination, they decided that Stan would search the west side, Ruby the south, and Arthur would search the east side, they would all circle back to the car in an hour if they didn't find anything, and search the north side together. Thus an exhausted Arthur found himself at the east side, calling into the woods for his son. He had been searching for almost an hour, and was considering turning back, when he heard singing. It was scratchy and out of pitch, but not without some charm. "Hallelujah I'm a bum, hallelujah a bum again, hallelujah give us a handout to revive us again…" Where have I heard that tune before?" He whispered aloud. Moving towards the sound of the whistling, he brushed aside a branch to see an old man wearing suspenders, a scarecrow hat, and a cast on his right arm, bending over something, a contented look on his face as he hummed. Looking closer, Arthur realized that the thing the old man was bent over was his son, a blanket covering him from the chill, and a large bandage wrapped around his forehead.

"Get away from him, NOW!" The man was shocked by the appearance of the intruder, but grabbed a rock and hissed like an animal, "He ain't goin' anywhere with you! I know who sent you! The Lizard-men! THE LIZARD-MEN HAVE INFILTRATED OUR GOVERNMENT!" Raising his hands above his head, he attempted to calm the homeless man. "He's my son, now calm down or I'll have to call the police." The man scratched his head in confusion, before bursting out laughing. "They won't be any help! HAHAHA! You're the boy's father! HA! You're almost as bad a father as me!" Arthur took personal offence over that comment. "Listen, I appreciate you wrapping up his wounds, and getting him a blanket, but-"" The man sat down on a nearby boulder, and hit his knee as he spoke. "You-you don't have ANY idea of what your kin have been doing! Why you're as blind as Blind Ivan himself!" He began to giggle, and Arthur, fed up with the hobo's shenanigans', decided to ignore. He leaned down, and (just to be sure) he checked his sons pulse.

Smiling at the throb which returned to him, Arthur wrapped the blanket around him. Then he glanced up at the bearded madman, who had become serious all of a sudden. "May I-" "Sure, I got plenty of blankets back at ma' shack." Giving the man a small, thankful smile, Arthur picked up his sleeping son. "How did he get the wound?" He prepared himself for a fight in case this man was actually responsible for the wound, and had kidnapped his son and that poor teenager. "His thingamabob crashed into that there boulder," he jerked his thumb in the direction of the boulder, and Arthur saw a pile of splinters and twigs. "and I found him unconscious and since one of ma' shack's was nearby, ah' decided to be neighborly." This answer was met by a frown, "Why didn't oyu take him to a hospital?" The man rolled his eyes, "I already told you that the Lizard-men are lookin' for 'im! You really aren't getting this whole crazy thing are ya'?" The hillbilly began to walk off, muttering to himself the whole time.

Sighing, Arthur rose with his sleeping son in his arms, and he began to trudge in the direction of the car. He smiled with the knowledge that his son was alive, and that this would bring immense relief to the rest of his family. However, there was still nagging fear in the back of his mind, fear of his son having a concussion, fear of this experience scarring Dipper for life, and the question "What happened to the girl that was with him?" would not leave his head. A thousand awful situations began to fill his mind, and he was saved from them by a small voice. "D-dad…?" He looked down, and gave his son a relived smile, "Yes son, I'm right here." The boy shifted in his father's arms, "Is mom here?" "She is, I expect she's gonna smother you in hugs and kisses." The injured pre-teen stared up at the brilliant colors which bloomed across the sky, and his father looked up as well, noticing that it was daybreak already. Suddenly the boy bolted upright, and his father almost lost his hold on him, "WENDY! Dad, we have to go get her, she's at a cave on Mount Valor, and we have to go get her right now!" "Dipper, we need to get you to a hospital, and we'll call the police once we get back into town, and they'll be able to go get her." "No Dad! We have to! I promised her-I...I have to-"He hushed the anxious pre-teen. "She's going to be fine, alright? And besides, we can't drive over there; the police will be able to airlift her out of there." He frowned up at his father, "Dad, the police don't have a helicopter."

Arthur sighed, "Then they'll call the state, or walk there, either way there's nothing we can do about it." "But she has a broken leg! I have to-" "You promised you would get help for her right?" He nodded; and Arthur saw something he had never seen before. His son had never looked so determined, so ready to do anything for a cause. The nervous little boy who hid himself away in his room was gone. And of course he was, according to Dipper's story he had climbed mountains for this girl.

Just like what I'd do for his mother.

"Tell you what, I'll grab the first aid and walk over there myself, and I'll have your mother call Manly Dan to come help me move her once she gets you back into town." "R-really?" "Sure, don't worry bud, she's gonna be fine." They arrived back at the car, and Arthur's uncle and wife were overjoyed to see their favorite little sleuth. Ruby ran over and picked him up, squeezing him just like her husband had predicted. The small boy smiled and his cheeks flushed, but he hugged her back, almost harder despite his weaker form. She placed him back onto the ground and Stan kneeled and ruffled his hair. "Ya' did good kid, ya' did good…" Dipper gave his great uncle a smile, and surprised him by leaping forward, and hugging him around the neck. Arthur and Ruby giggled at the sight of the stunned Stan, who relaxed and squeezed him back.

After Arthur told them he was going to Mount Glory to get the teenager, and asked Ruby to call Manly Dan and tell him to bring his lumber truck over there. Stan insisted coming with him, ignoring Arthur's polite objections. "There are mountain lions over there, and there's no way I'm gonna you get knocked off by one of them after all this." So Stan hugged Dipper again, and told him to prepare for one of his sister's super squeezes, and Arthur hugged his wife and son. But as he turned he felt a small hand tug on his coat, and saw Dipper avoiding eye contact.

"D-dad…I'm sorry…for what I said before you sent us here. I should have been…more open to the idea." He got on one knee and lifted his son's head by his chin, "No, son I-I pushed too hard. And if I hadn't kept pushing, then this would never have happened." The pre-teen shook his head, "Dad, none of this is your fault, or mom's, or Stan's. There are a lot of things you can try to prevent, but sometimes bad things happen, and the only thing you can do is soldier through them." There was wisdom in his twelve year old eyes, wisdom born from hardship that his father was unaware he had encountered. "Thanks." And then they were off, disappearing into the forest.

With the mental image of the cave that Dipper had described in his mind, Arthur hiked through the dense pines, surprised to find that this uncle was traversing the terrain almost better than himself, despite being twenty years older. I suppose that's what happens when you live in the mountains your whole life. The senior's 8-ball cane also helped and Arthur found the shyster annoyed at him when he had to stop and catch his breath. Just like when he took me hiking. They didn't know how long it would be before the girl's father showed up, but judging by his devotion the previous night, they were sure he was on his way, and Stan assured him that, together, they could take on any animal which attacked, which Arthur found slightly relieve him, but worry him at the same time. As they walked, the vibrancy of sunup disappeared, and was replaced by clouds, and it began to drizzle as they reached Mount Glory, and fog began to roll in, making it even harder to tell if they were traveling in the right direction.

None the less, Arthur caught sight of cave, and began running towards it, when a cane whipped out and stopped him. "Now wait a second, there buddy." Arthur frowned at his uncle, "That's the cave right over there!" The elder nodded, "I'm aware, but I want to make sure your ready for what could be in there." "What do you mean?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and glared back, "I'm saying that there could be a rotting corpse in there, and I'm asking if you're ready for that?"Arthur turned and stared into the darkness of the cave, Stan kept talking as images flooded his mind, "Cause' otherwise, I don't think Mr. Corduroy wants you retching next the corpse of his daughter, and considering how distraught that might make him, I wouldn't put it past him to knock you clean out."

Taking one last look at the cave before entering, Arthur mentally prepared himself, and he confirmed that he was ready. Stan nodded grimly, and followed him in. The first thing they noticed was the smell of death, and those images, awful images of rotting corpses, and swarms of maggots, came flying back at excessive paces. Stan turned on his lantern, and they saw a number of objects scattered across the floor, and a pile of burnt sticks. And next to that pile…

They both ran over as quickly as possible, and removed the body of the rotting cougar from atop the lanky teen. The girl had an awful gash on her forehead; and her pale skin was marred heavily by abrasions and bruises.

Stan leaned over her, and lightly tapped her head, "Corduroy? Are you okay?" She moved her lips and he saw that they were so dry that they bled. "Don't worry you're gonna be fine." Arthur looked down to see that in her left hand she held a blood stained Swiss army knife, and she bolted up as he tried to remove it. Stan put a hand on her shoulder, "It's okay honey, you're safe now." She turned to the elder, and licked blood of her lips, "Mr. Pines…?" he nodded, "Did you find Dipper…?"Even now, when she's on the verge of death, she's worrying for someone else? Stan nodded, and helped her lay back down.

They heard a crash and the sound of fleeing birds, and Arthur walked over to the mouth of the cave, and peered down through the fog to see something large not too far below. Then he heard the bellowing call of the girl's father, he called "WE'RE HERE!" before he turned back to Stan and spoke. "I better guide him here," he turned his gaze to "I'll be back soon with your father in a moment, alright?" she nodded weakly as Stan handed her a bottle of water.

Then the father stepped out of the cave and continued calling out for the immense lumberjack as he descended the mountainside.

"Who's that?" Stan cradled her head as he tipped the water into her dehydrated throat, "That's Mabel and Dipper's father." She smiled, "He looks just like his son…he's got the same little, hair thingy." "Yeah, that's a Pines thing." Then they heard what sounded like a berserkers' call and Manly Dan ran into the cave, carrying an extremely squished looking Arthur pines with him. He dropped the protesting adult to the ground, and scooped up his daughter, hugging her tenderly to keep from causing any further pain. "I *SNIFF*WAS SO WORRIED!" She gave the strongest smile she could and hugged her big softie of a father back. "It's okay dad, you taught me to well for me to die to a landslide and a stupid mountain lion. Besides, I had Dipper with me, and I already told you how resourceful he can be." He squeezed her tighter, and then he cradled her in his arms, and looked down at the two Pines, "C'mon, my lumber truck is at the base of the mountain." Stan raised an eyebrow and walked to the cavern mouth, "How did you get it here?" Then he saw the trial of knocked over trees which ended with a huge lumber truck parked at the base of the mountain.

"Ah, I see."

Dipper had fell asleep in the back seat of the car, and when he woke up he was staring into the dark brown eyes of his sister. She was dressed in her "LOVE IS JOY" sweater, and a purple skirt, and Waddles sat on the bed next to her, blinking up at him. Once the bubbly girl saw that he had awoken, she promptly squealed and grabbed him tightly. He gasped for breath as his sister's fluffy arms wrapped themselves around him, and threatened to squeeze his soul back out of his body. "OK! OK! Could you *WHEEZE*loosen your grip!" She snuggled her head up against the side of his head. "I'm never letting go of you again…." regaining his breath he glanced around to see that he was in a hospital room, and that it was fairly late according to the clock above the door way, and the light which shined through the dusty blinds on the window. Then he spotted his mother standing in the doorway, and she motioned for him to keep quiet with a mischievous smirk.

"Mabel, let your brother get a little breath into his lungs…" The pre-teen in question, looked up from her embrace just in time to see her mother gently move her to the other side of the bed. "Because I want to hear you laugh!" His mother turned the girl over, and leaned down, blowing into her stomach, and causing her daughter to erupt into a fit of giggles. Dipper giggled as well, and his mother raised an eye brow before turning to her daughter. "Should we?" Na evil smile stretched across Mabel's face and Dipper's eyes widened and he began to protest as they closed in. But it was too late. Seconds later he was guffawing and snorting as the two brunettes' tickled the living daylights out of him. When they had finally stopped and he had caught his breath he looked up at his mother, "So-uh, how long have I been out." She sat down on the bottom of the bed. "Around four hours, the doctor said you had a slight concussion, so you should stay here for the night." He glanced at the covers, before looking back up at her with hope in his eyes, "Is Wendy…is she-?" Her mother smiled at the thoughtfulness and devotion of her son, "She's fine." He let out a breath and relaxed in his bed, before looking back at her anxiously, "Can I visit her?" She patted his arm as she rose, "Not right now honey. Tomorrow okay, she's been through a lot and needs all her rest, besides; you shouldn't be up and about yet."

He nodded dutifully and looked down at the blanket in disappointment. "Why don't you play a game with your sister before we have to leave?" Their mother blew him a kiss, and exited the room. As she left, Mabel lit up and grabbed something on the floor before lifting it into the air and proclaiming the title. "DICEWORLD!" Dipper spoke as she removed the lid, and placed the board next to his legs. "Mabel, you need three people to play DiceWorld." She snorted as she set up the playing pieces, "DUH! That's why I brought Waddles!" She pulled the pig up next to the board, and he raised an eyebrow. "Are you allowed to bring a pig into the hospital?" she ignored his question instead she started sorting the pieces and only glanced up to ask his preference, "Green as always right, bro-bro?" he nodded and smiled at how well she knew him.

"Dipper?" Wendy was sitting in a huge zebra colored couch, while the boy she had just called out for, stood on the edge of the fountain which stood nearby. "Watch this!" The brunette instructed as he smiled, then he dove forward, disappearing beneath the surface of the water. "Dipper!" She ran over to where he had stood moments ago, and was about to throw a life preserver into the mucky water, when Dipper stood up. Only now he was dressed in a tux, sported a goatee and was taller than his ginger companion. "Wendy, it's alright, I'm fine. But thanks for not running." "Wait, what?" he never answered her question; instead he chose to lean forward, and press his lips to hers. A truck crashed into the wall, and knocked over the fountain, but it still didn't faze the redhead. He pulled back and she stared at him in confusion, "I don't get it, why did you-" He spoke took her hand in his, his voice melodic and soothing. "You know why."

Wendy bolted awake, and was startled to see three pairs of eyes staring back at her. She smiled when she realized who the owners were. All of her brother's were at the foot of the bed, and they all smiled when they saw she was awake, and moved over to crowd around her. Her father stood still, and gave her a teary smile. Storing the confusion of her dream away for later, she began to ruffle hair, hug midsections, and answer inane questions, smiling and chuckling the whole time. Once her brother's started to get a tad rowdy, their father handed the elder a wad of cash, and told him to go get enough snacks to technically count as a supper. Then he sat down on the bed, and she was almost catapulted into the air.

After a moment of awkward silence she spoke first, "So uh, am I gonna need crutches?" He nodded; "But only for a few weeks." The lanky redhead nodded with a sigh, but accepted her fate. Truth be told, she was just happy to be alive. "I just wanted to tell you Wendy…I…I couldn't be prouder of you," She smiled and her cheeks became a little pink at the praise, "You survived in the wild with a broken leg. You killed a cougar and survived underneath it's corpse for a day, and you looked after little boy even while impaired." She sat up straighter, "Actually dad, he sorta…looked after me." He frowned, clearly confused, an emotion he did not enjoy. "I mean I don't want to toot my own horn, nut what I did was still pretty impressive. But Dipper…he is the most amazing twelve year-old I have ever met. He soldiered through everything; he stuck by me when none of my other friends and none of my past boyfriends would have, and he didn't want to leave even when he knew he had to." She grinned, "There's something really special about him."

The lumberjack considered this for a moment before standing up, and telling his daughter he would be back soon, then he exited the room with his trademark stomps. Her grin widened as she had a fairly clear idea of where it was he was going.

"YES! I get a rocket boost and you're still frozen on space 14!" Mabel sped her piece along the board, as the dice which had been placed on Waddles' nose rolled off and caused his owner dismay when they landed on double six. Gasping, Mabel moved Waddles' yellow piece to the final square. "Waddles…has won." She bowed before her pig, extracting a smile from her brother, who rolled his eyes as she declared that they must have a re-match and began resetting the board. Then there was a loud rapping sound which attracted the attention of the Pines twins, they turned to see that it had been Manly Dan who had somehow opened the door without their noticing. The man inhaled and spoke in the softest voice they had ever heard him use, "May I speak with him, alone?" He pointed a gloved finger at the surprised Dipper, and Mabel nodded, picking up her pig, and winking before she walked past the huge redhead blocking the doorway.

The lumberjack took a few careful steps over to the bed and began to stare at Dipper pensively. The boy squirmed under the gaze and stuttered out words, "C-can I help you?" The man nodded, "I came here to thank you for saving my daughter's life." The boy relaxed and smiled at the mention of Wendy, "Oh it was no problem-" The man interrupted him and slammed a fist down on the bed, "YES IT WAS!" The startled pre-teen was pushed into the air; and came back down in a heap. "Okay! Whatever you say Mr. Corduroy! Whatever you say!" The father of four coughed, "Sorry. But clearly you are a very mature and very masculine twelve year old." Dipper blushed lightly, "Well uh, thank you. That's very nice of you to-" "And my daughter seems to be enamored with you." Dipper's blush deepened and his face became scarlet. "Wha-r-really?" "Almost as you are with her."

If Dipper could get any redder, then he would have been a mascot for 50's era communism. "And well…You saved my little girl. And you did more for her then any of the loser's she's dated in the past, so I'm gonna give you one shot, do ya' hear me?" Dipper nodded, trying to appease the man, but protested "But sir, I don't-I mean she doesn't-we wouldn't-*SIGH* what I mean to say is, that me and Wendy are fine as friends, and I'm not gonna screw that up." His crush's father frowned and then burst out laughing, "You-HAHAHA!-mean to tell me that you faced cougars, and literally CLIMBED MOUNTAINS for her, but in the end you're not gonna fight for her?" Dipper didn't look sure of himself, but he nodded. Manly Dan shook his head as he spoke and trudged out, "Maybe you're not as mature as I thought…" The boy called after him though, "Waitasecond!" The redhead stuck his head back into the room; and the young detective bit his lip and glanced at the tile floor. Then he looked back up and met the father's fiery emerald eyes with his own. "You said that…that she had feelings for me?"

The question was answered with a nod. He bit his lip even harder, then he asked which room she was staying in, and Manly Dan smirked, watching the boy rush out of bed just as the words left his lips. Dipper ran past his family in the hall, surprising them, and causing Manly Dan to lean out of the doorway wearing an extremely smug smile.

Wendy was staring at the dusty ceiling when she heard footsteps and turned to see Dipper standing in the doorway. She smiled brilliantly, "Hey Dippingsauce, I was afraid that I wouldn't get to see you 'till tomorrow." He returned the smile but it looked forced and he shifted uncomfortably. She sighed and beckoned him, but he still hesitated. "Well come on!" She cried out exasperated, he gulped and stepped forward, "So uh, did my dad actually thank you." He nodded, "With words and all?" Dipper rolled his eyes "Yeah…" The redhead looked shocked "Wow. Big day." Dipper licked his lips, "He uh, said more as well…" She leaned forward "Really? He must have said more today than he does all year!" Dipper chose to ignore that joke and kept speaking as he hoped up on the bed, "He uh, said that um, you…liked me?" her response choked in the back of his throat, "Of course I like you." He looked at her hopefully, "I mean, he said, that you…like-liked me…is-is that true?" The redhead avoided eye contact and began to chew on her lip, "Dipper…listen…I-" "Can I just um, know if that's true?"

She gazed into his eyes; he was wincing, preparing himself for the worst. Even after everything he had been through, everything he had done, he was still afraid. Afraid of losing her. Wendy moved a hand to his face and cupped one of his cheeks, he had a scrape there from his crash landing, and she ran her finger over the band-aid as she answered in barely a whisper. "Yes…" A smile crawled up his face and he gulped, "So does that mean…I mean, would you at least, give me a shot?" She sighed and glanced at the blanket, "Dipper the thing is-" He raised a hand, "Can I just speak my mind?" she nodded dutifully, "I know that it would be kinda awkward, and I know that after this summer, I might not ever see you again, But I feel like, we should at least give it a shot…I would be honored if you gave it a chance. Because you're smart, and funny, and beautiful, and if you don't want to get physical yet then I'm fine with-" The girl of his dreams closed her eyes and leaned forward, pressing her lips to his.

His babbling ended and she felt his surprise disappear and be replaced with return of the affection. She found that he was really good at kissing, which was weird, because as far as she knew this was his first kiss.

Wendy opened her eyes and saw the closed eyes of Dipper Pines. She wrapped a hand around his head, pulling him forward and pushing back harder. He opened his eyes in surprise, clearly inexperienced, and she smiled at how cute he looked when he was confused. Then he got the hang of it, and he put a hand behind her head, and pulled her closer, intertwining his other hand with one of hers. Finally, when it seemed like they would both run out of oxygen, they parted and gazed at each other for a beautifully silent moment.

Then they heard a squee from the direction of the door, and turned to see both of their families staring at them with mixed expressions. Mabel was squeezing her pig tighter than ever and muttering something about this being "just like one of the Wendip stories I wrote." Stan was smirking and giving his great-nephew thumbs up, Dipper's father covering his eyes and smiling in embarrassment, and his mother was looking exceedingly confused. Wendy's brothers were looking at the two of them in utter shock, their mouths dangling precariously close to the tile floor. And Manly Dan…he was looking at them in what was a strange mix of pride and regret.

Wendy turned back to Dipper with a smile, "You wanna do that again, except this time we use our tongues and moaning of each other's names an unnecessary amount of times?" At first he was confused, and then he saw her mischievous smirk, and grinned wickedly as he played along. "Yeah…but you're going to need to instruct me how to do the tongue thing, in detail…" There were multiple gulps from their assorted family members, and then Wendy leaned incredibly close to her new boyfriend, and spoke in a low seductive voice. "Why don't I show you instead?" Everyone outside the door except for Mabel (who was promptly pulled away moments after) trampled over one another in an attempt to escape. The couple laughed at their relative's squeamishness, and Wendy wrapped her arms around Dipper, he hugged her arms back and gave her the most wonderful and honest smile she had ever seen. Wanting to see more of those smiles, the redhead leaned forward and kissed him again, this time more briefly, but as she pulled back she discovered that he was smiling even brighter somehow. "You're really good at kissing, am I not the first girl that fell for the great Dipper pines?" He blushed, "I practiced kissing on pillows." She giggled as the image came to mind, and he blushed redder, before licking his lips, and asking in a playful tone "Soooo is that a yes about being my girlfriend?"

The ginger grinned and punched him playfully in the shoulder, pulling him in for their third kiss yet, as she spoke. "Shut up ya' big nerd."

The next few weeks were fairly uneventful, Dipper and Mabel's parent's decided that their children could stay for the remainder of the summer and after much discussion they were (eventually) persuaded that their son's relationship with a fifteen year old was perfectly fine. Their parent's also decided to take a week off work to spend with their children, and found that their daughter' craziness and only grown over the course of the summer.

Wendy had to take it easy, and found having crutches about as annoying as she had predicted. Fortunately she had a new boyfriend who waited on hand and foot to get her whatever it was she needed, in fact, Dipper was so enthusiastic about helping her that she had to tell him to calm down several times. Stan had made her resume her duties after the first week, but had given her more time to relax, most of which she spent hanging out at the arcade with Dipper.

Mabel was completely ecstatic about her brother's relationship with her favorite redhead, so much so, that she created statues of them from paper mache, as well as creating a mobile filled with pictures of them which she placed over Dipper's bed.

Which he tore down and stuffed under his bed moments later.

The Saturday after that particular occurrence, everyone had gone down to the pool, with the exception of Dipper, because Poolcheck hated him, and Wendy (who wasn't afraid of Poolcheck) was spending her first day in weeks without the support of crutches, and didn't think that swimming was the best thing to do right now. Instead she decided to walk over to the Shack, unaware that the owner was enjoying his perfect spot at the town pool, with no small white haired children to bother him. She wrapped on the door upon arriving, and glanced through the window to see if she could locate any movement.

Meanwhile there was a certain twelve year old upstairs, which had just finished his first knitting project. He had spent many hours practicing with Mabel, wanting to make sure that he got everything perfect. When he heard the knocking he took it for another confused tourist, and he sighed, carefully removing his masterpiece from desk and placing it on his bed. Then he ran down the stairs, "Just a second…" He called out to the tourist annoyed by the insistent noise. He opened the door and was about to instruct the tourist to get lost in a haughty tone, when he recognized (his) Wendy staring back at him. "Hey squirt, where's Stan?" He smiled and stepped aside to let her in, "At the pool. Oh wait a second, can you go up to your special place?" He gestured to the ceiling to indicate what he was talking about, and she raised an eyebrow "Why?" The nervous pre-teen shrugged, "No uh, particular reason I just thought we could hangout up there!" Wendy's emerald eyes narrowed and she nodded slowly, "Riiight…suuure…" He licked his lips, "Uh, you don't have to if your leg hurts too much…" She shook her head, nah, I'll be fine," She began ascending the stairs, "You are gonna join me in *our* special place, right?" He blushed and nodded, and the ginger smirked as she began trotting upstairs.

Dipper waited until she was on the roof to speed to his room, and pick up his present. This is perfect. Okay, Dipper YOU CAN'T screw this one up. He straightened his cap, and opened the window, before climbing out onto the roof. Closing the window behind him so that birds didn't fly inside, he began to climb up the side of the Shack's roof. The action reminded him of the duel he had shared with wax Sherlock Holmes near the beginning of summer. That seemed like a lifetime ago. He smiled with the knowledge that, although he had failed over and over again in trying to impress Wendy, in the end, he impressed her just by being himself. As he pulled himself onto the other side of the roof, he thanked the Powers That Be that he had been there with her.

Spotting the lanky redhead relaxing on her secret hideaway, he slide down the side and clambered over to her. She moved to the side as he swung his arms like a windmill almost went off the edge. Instead she grabbed the back of his collar, and pulled him into a sitting position. He found his face incredibly close to her, and the embarrassment of being so clumsy mixed with the fluttery feeling of being so close to her, causing his cheeks to turn rosy. "You gotta be more careful squirt, your precious merchandise." He blushed harder, and she leaned back against the roof tiles, "so what was it you wanted to talk about?" The young brunette regained his sense, and reached into his vest, "Actually… I kind had something I wanted to show you." The laidback teen stretched her legs, and asked in a perky tone "C'mon Dipping-sauce, you know that I'm not as big a fan of mysteries as you are. What is it?"

He removed the trapper hat, and placed it upon her stomach, causing the ginger to sit up and inspect what the object was. Wendy just stared at in confusion, she turned to a grinning Dipper and began to ask how he had found it and repaired it, when he answered. "I found it at the bottom of Mount Valor, and I decided I would give it to you if-when," he corrected himself, "We met again, but until the night of our first kiss," she shook her head, "First three kisses, Dipper." He licked his lips and nodded, his cheeks slightly pinkening at the thought. "That night I remembered it, but the next day I checked my pants and all that was left of it were a bunch of scraps. So I got Mabel to teach me how to knit, and remade it." Wendy inspected the hat and saw that there were very slight stitch marks on it, "Sorry if I ruined it, I just figured-"

The redhead threw the hat on, and leaned over, giving him a bear hug. "Don't you ever apologize for making something for me, okay?" He nodded and laughed at his own nervousness, leaning back, he relaxed on the roof, turning his head to gaze into the eyes of his favorite redhead. Everything had been wonderful before, but now she had her hat.

Now, things were perfect.

SUPER LONG FINAL CHAPTER! I hope the ending lives up to your expectations, this ended up differently then I had assumed it would. I hope everyone is in character, and it's not too boring. Thank you for everyone who favorited this story and favorited me, If you enjoyed this but did not follow me, why not follow me? I will be creating more Wendip (Dendy? Wippy?) content very soon, I have a more comedic story about Wendy becoming jealous of Pacifica coming up, if your into adventure and supernatural stuff as well as half fluff, then I'll ask you to check out "Reversed situations", which is almost complete. And if you like horror, then just wait...I have a story about Dipper, Mabel, and Stan getting stuck in Silent Hill coming up. So what ever you do, "DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL NOW! We're just getting started!"