So this is the third part of my Dipcifica stories. The first two are Valentine's Day and Rescuing Pacifica.

Four people wanted another story, so here it is. Unlike the last two, this story will not be linear, but more episodic. These will be scenes of Pacifica's new life at the Mystery Shack.

This is Dipcifica. Since it's also in the same timeline as my main story Bonded, there is also going to be BillFord and SuStan present in some chapters.

For those who haven't read Valentine's Day and Rescuing Pacifica, I'll give a brief synopsis here of what happened in those stories. If you want to read them spoiler free, ignore the rest of this author's note. If you don't want to read the first two stories, here's basically what you need to know for this one. Pacifica went to California for Valentine's Day weekend to accompany Dipper to his Valentine's dance. Her parents found out where she really was (she told them she was touring colleges in the area) as well as she was dating Dipper. They took her back home and planned to send her to a boarding school in France. Dipper and Mabel took a bus to Gravity Falls to rescue her. Preston threatened to kill Dipper if Pacifica didn't break up with him. Mabel felt the break up came out of nowhere and went to see Pacifica where she found out the truth. Preston decided to take her to France a few days early. Dipper showed up to stop her and in rage Preston went to shoot him. Pacifica pushed him out of the way getting shot herself. Preston was arrested and Stan volunteered to take her in until the investigation and trial is over.

It nearly brought tears to her eyes seeing her things from childhood being packed in cardboard boxes. Even worse more than half of them had to be left behind.

The blonde turned to look at the police officer standing behind her. She watched as Pacifica instructed her servants on what she needed to take and what could be sacrificed.

A hand was placed over her chest. A lump formed in her throat. As painful as it was she knew it was for the best. What more it was worth losing material possessions to know that her father could never lay a hand on her, her boyfriend, or any of her friends again. That alone forced the tears down her cheek.

From the corner of the room Priscilla watched her daughter cry. She bit down on her lip and tears lined her own eyes. In the last forty eight hours the matron of the Northwest family lost her marriage, nearly lost her daughter, and forever lost her dignity and reputation. She feared showing her face in public for the horrible things she'd hear whispered from commoners and wealthy persons alike.

Thankfully it was winter and for the next two or three months Pacifica's arms would be covered by long sleeves. In the summer she would be tempted to wear clothing that might expose the scar left by the bullet. Pacifica felt no shame and would have repeated the action ten more times in order to save her boyfriend. He was the reason she dreaded him seeing the skin-she knew how deep guilt affected him.

An hour later and everything was packed. The teenager turned to Officer Gregory. The policewoman nodded and held out her arm for Pacifica to move. The cop stayed in between Pacifica and her mother.

Priscilla watched with a heavy heart as one of the few remaining familiars in her life was forced in a room outside the one she stood. The woman ran after the girl. Both Pacifica and Gregory turned to see Priscilla reaching out for her daughter. Her heels stopped abruptly when she set eyes upon the other woman's glare.

Priscilla put on a false smile she had perfected over forty years. She forced her emotions back and knelt down to be on eye-level with the teenager.

"Pacifica," Priscilla began. She swallowed the thickness in her throat. "It'll only be for a little while," she said.

The girl nodded.

The two stood silent for a few seconds. It baffled them both how mere moments could feel longer.

Priscilla draped herself over Pacifica. The slim arms tightened around the girl's form. She buried her face so no one could see the despair in her eyes. Pacifica's ears picked up the deep sob. Her features softened and she returned her mother's embrace.

Tears fell freely from Pacifica's face. The place was no longer a home to her. She wished she could burn it down as it nearly had been four years ago. Her mother, as much of a victim of the cruel upbringing their lifestyle required, spilled tears from her own eyes. Pacifica felt the warm wet spot on her blouse where her mother's face rested.

"I love you," Priscilla whispered.

Pacifica's breathing hitched. The words she had desired to hear for sixteen years finally spoken. She sobbed and hugged the woman tighter.

Officer Gregory cleared her throat signalling it was time to leave. Priscilla reluctantly released her daughter. Sixteen wasted years walked out of the mansion. The doors shut leaving Priscilla alone in her gilded cage.

The police car pulled up to the Mystery Shack with the small U-Haul following behind. As soon as the vehicle shut off Pacifica unfastened her seatbelt. She opened the door and her Ugg boots stepped onto the gravel pathway.

The wind blew softly through her long, golden tresses. She inhaled that pine smell that reminded her of happier moments during summer vacation.

The door opened revealing the man who offered to take her in until Preston Northwest's trial ended and the girl was legally allowed to move back in with her mother. He made his way down the creaking stairs and greeted the cop. The door opened again revealing the man's twin. He followed closely to make sure his brother didn't do anything that would lose them custody of the Northwest heiress.

Soos joined the others to help move Pacifica's things in. Bill followed after out of pure nosiness.

Pacifica smiled at her boyfriend's family. Never would her own had taken in a random girl who needed refuge while her father faced criminal charges. No, Preston and Priscilla would've shut the door in the poor girl's face.

Gregory handed documents sealed in a manila envelope to Ford. It contained information they were allowed to know surrounding the circumstances of Pacifica's stay. A second envelope was given to the host contained information concerning Pacifica herself.

"I have been appointed to escort Pacifica to all meetings with her lawyer, court dates, and any possible visits," Gregory announced.

"Why would she want to visit that scum?" Stan grumbled.

"Stanley," Ford scolded.

Stan realized Pacifica was in earshot. He looked over at the girl who looked ready to fall apart any second.

"Oh, Pacifica, I uh, didn't mean it that way," Stan sloppily apologized.

Pacifica shook her head. "He-he deserves it," Pacifica said. She swallowed then thanked the Pines brothers for allowing her to stay at their home.

"You're always welcome," Ford said and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Officer Gregory handed Pacifica a slip of paper with her personal phone number on it. She insisted that if Pacifica needed anything to give her a call. Pacifica thanked her. Gregory shook hands with the four men then took her leave.

Soos, Bill, and the mover went to unpack Pacifica's things.

Stan ushered the girl inside. Pacifica shuddered at the memory from four years ago when Stan had done the exact same thing. Just like last time she was mentally exhausted. Despite how she treated his niece and nephew during the summer, he didn't deny her refuge. Pacifica never asked Stan why he helped her and found no reason to question his reasons after the dust had settled.

Pacifica was given Bill's old room now that he shared the laboratory basement with Ford. It was a fourth of the size of her bedroom back at the manor. She smiled at its small dimensions knowing it wouldn't be used as a prison.

The men arranged the heavy furniture according to Pacifica's liking. The bed against the wall, and the dresser close to the window, and her vanity table on the other side. The girl was left with her suitcase full of what clothes she could pack and another bag of other items.

"Do you want to unpack, or...?" Stan began.

"I think so," Pacifica said.

Stan rubbed the back of his head. "If you get hungry there's snacks and drinks in the fridge. You know where the bathroom is." He stopped when he saw Pacifica looking around her new home. "Uh...is something wrong?"

Pacifica sighed. "Is this real?" she asked.

Stan twisted his lips. "I know it's no Ritz," he said.

"No," Pacifica replied. She gave him a smile. "This is my home?"

Stan nodded with a grin. "You're family," he said. "You don't have anything to be afraid of here."

Pacifica's eyes moistened. She turned and wiped away a falling tear with her sleeve. She sniffled then turned her attention to her suitcase.

"Thank you, Mr. Pines," she said.

Stan nodded then left her on her own.

Pacifica hung up a few clothes in the closet then sat down on the bed. She laid down and looked up at the ceiling with a few cobwebs in the corner. She smiled and turned onto her side.

For the first time she felt home.