Ayyy I totally just remembered I had a fanfiction account; I should have been uploading this story here ages ago.

Anyway, hi, hello, couple of notes before we begin~ First of all I'm an irregular updater, it's usually weeks or so between chapters. Just letting you know ahead of time, though of course like most writers, reviews are a big motivation to do so.

Second off, this is obviously AU levels of fanfiction. Just get that out of the way too.

Aaaand I think that's it~ Look, I even made a nifty little cover as a peace offering! Alright, alright, I'm done, on with the story. I hope you guys enjoy, I aim to make it a magical experience.

"And you're sure he's still here?"

Ford steps out of the car, shutting the door behind him and looking to Fiddleford as he exited the other side.

"They just called yesterday, Stanford, I don't figure he's gone anywhere yet. They said he was supposed to be here all week."

Both Ford and Fiddleford had been out of collage for little more than a year, and just a few months ago Fiddleford had come to partner up with Ford on his experiments.

It had been an eventful few months to say the least.

Fiddleford, while apprehensive about a lot of the strange things going on, had started to grow more relaxed about it and talked about new discoveries every week to old collage buddies. According to an agreement between him and Ford, of course, he couldn't actually say where they were researching.

Just the day before, Fiddleford had gotten a call from one of those friends raving about this magician that was goofing off near campus. He didn't go there, he was just a street performer, but an amazing one and not a single person at the collage could figure out how he was doing it. So naturally the two paranormal nerds had to come check it out.

Fiddleford told Ford all about it of course and gave him all the details that his friend had given him, and Ford ate it up. He had declared excitedly that absolutely must be a magical creature of some sort and a powerful one at that, though luckily it appeared to be content doing parlor tricks to entertain people.

Fiddleford had barely had time to pack anything before Ford was dragging him out the door.

"Oh, I can't believe it." Ford says, excitedly digging into one of his coat pockets and tossing Fiddleford a walkie-talkie, "Imagine something so strange appearing at the college I went to."

"The college we went to." Fiddleford corrects, messing with the knobs on his radio to be sure it worked. "And if you'd of gotten out more I guarantee you would have seen a lot stranger."

Backupsmore wan't the most... refined place.

Ford ignored him, too excited about the mission at hand, already running off. "I'm going to check the cafeteria, you get the courtyard!"

Fiddleford blinks a bit before shaking his head. Of course, always wrapped up in with the weird.

As it turned out their magician actually hadn't been hard to find. As soon as Fiddleford made it to the courtyard he spotted a large group of people, crowded around a single area of flashing pink light. That had to be it.

Ford eagerly grabs up his radio and his notebook and pencil to take notes. He squeezed through the crowd while the 'magician' spoke loudly, describing one trick or another, and when Fiddleford broke through the crowd he spotted him holding up a large sheet.

Fiddleford stops, taken back with surprise. He quickly flicks on the radio, bringing it up. "Stanford, I found him!"

Ford stops where he was in the cafeteria, the radio on his belt squawking at him, and he quickly plucks it up and adjusts it. He really should have done so before hand, but wasn't that just like him to rush in too quickly.

He quickly fixes it and holds the radio up to his ear, Fiddleford's voice coming in clear now.

"How peculiar, he looks just like you!"