A/N: In this chapter, you and Ford are back in school. It's been four years since you and Ford started university. He has acquired all of his 12 PhDs, you got your degree, and you're a week away from graduation. With that out of the way, enjoy the next chapter!
"Y/N!" Ford cried from the other side of the wooden door as he slammed his fist on the wood. You jumped, wondering what in the world would provoke such urgency in his voice. Quickly, you opened the door, opening your mouth to ask a question. You were interrupted when Ford grasped your shoulders and yanked you close, landing a passionate kiss on your lips.
You drew back and stared at him with wide, confused eyes. "As much as I appreciate that, what's going on?" Ford's grin didn't waver as he closed the door behind him. He strode into your now nearly bare dorm. It looked more like it had the first day you arrived it in than it had in four years. Ford reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. He wordlessly passed it to you.
Confusion only increased as you flipped the pale green paper over. You stared at the words written on it. Your heart skipped a few beats. "Ford!" You exclaimed, confusion washing away with a wave of shock. "Is this..."
"Yes!" He cried out. "One hundred thousand dollars, Y/N! It's all grant money, and it's all ours!" He grabbed you by the waist and flung you in the air. A delightful laugh escaped your lips as he lowered you, then promptly planted another kiss on your lips.
This time, you were able to kiss back with just as much passion as he offered. You clung to him tightly. Wait. You drew back again. "Did you say it was our grant money? You're the one who earned it. Not me."
"Well, no, it's yours, too!" Ford insisted. He moved over to the discarded stack of books on your desk. You had been planning on packing them away or returning them to the library. "I've been given it to use for research, but I can use it for other things as well." You made your way behind him and placed a hand on his back. "What were you thinking of studying?" You asked.
A frown took over the elated grin on Ford's face. He stared down at the books, his brown eyes moving from cover to cover. "Well, I've been thinking about it ever since I was given the check." He zeroed in on a book, then picked up. "I think I have my answer." You looked at the book in his hands. You smiled. "It's perfect," You said.
"Think about it, Y/N." Ford lifted one of his hands from the novel and held it in the air. "My whole life, I've been teased for my six fingers. What if I turned this into my lifetime career? And look," Ford pulled out a map and a red marker. Propping the map on a wall, he yanked the lid off of the marker and drew a circle. He stepped back. "There's one place with a higher concentration of these things than anywhere else!" He tapped on the area with conviction. "A small, lumber town in Road Kill County, Oregon. Gravity Falls." Ford enveloped your hands in his. "Y/N, I have no doubt in my mind when I say that I'm in love with you. I'm so, so madly in love with you. I can't imagine a life without you, and quite frankly, I don't want to live in one, either. I know it's sudden, and I know it's a lot to ask of you, but will you come with me?"
Ford's brown eyes were pleading and desperate. The request, you had to admit, was a large one, but you knew your answer as soon as he had proposed it. "Ford, there's no where else I'd rather be than by your side." You turned your head to the map again. "And if being by your side takes me to Gravity Falls, Oregon, then that's where I'll go."
Relief flooded over Ford. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the shrill sound of the nearby phone ringing. He put up his index finger, signaling for you to wait, and walked over and picked it up. "Hello, this is Stanford Pines." He said into the phone. As soon as the words left him, you heard the audible click of whoever was on the other end hang up. You gave him a questioning look. Ford placed the phone back in its original place, giving you a shrug.
Three Weeks Later
A stocky, redheaded man glared down at the wooden plank he nailed into the floor. The cabin was coming along nicely. The spot where Ford requested it to be built was secluded from prying eyes. He insisted that it was perfect to research without disturbance, but you were going to have to get used to the rural environment. Ford held his hands on his hips as he beamed at the woods surrounding him. "What do you think we'll find here?" You asked with excitement. Ford began to speak, but was interrupted by a crash.
An enormous hand thrusted out from the dense foliage of the forest. It crashed down onto Ford's car with a bang. Just as quickly as it had appeared, it vanished, dragging the now totaled car into the trees with it. Baffled, you turned to face Ford, expecting to see rage and shock written on his face. What you saw, however, was the complete opposite. He fixed his glasses, which had slid down his face, and grinned. "Bingo!" He said. He reached for your wrist and grabbed it, then began sprinting into the forest. You complied, striding to keep pace with him.
"What are you doing?" You panted.
"Following Steve!" Ford said. You gave him a skeptical look. He took the furrowing of your brow as confusion. "He seems like a Steve," He shrugged. You nodded, deciding to let him have his moment. You found the wrecked car not too long after beginning your expedition, then stopped. Ford tried to catch his breath as he took a few steps forward. "Where'd he go?" He asked. You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, because I would definitely know." You said jokingly. Unbothered by the remark, Ford turned his head from side to side, then paced over to the car and leaned on what remained of it. "I love it here already." He stated.
A few weeks had passed since then. The cabin had been built, furnished, and decorated. Ford had already begun searching for new anomalies. It was morning, and he stepped into the library. You looked up from the box of books you were unpacking and placing onto the shelves. "Hey, Ford." You said cheerily.
"Hello, Y/N," Ford greeted as he strode over to the table. He opened one of the drawers and sifted through the contents. After a moment, he unearthed a sheet of yellow paper, a jar of glue, and a black marker. You watched curiously as he laid his hand flat on the page. He hunched over, and you distinctly heard the sound of tearing paper. When Ford righted himself, he screwed open the jar and applied the glue to the cover of a new, unfamiliar red journal. He gingerly placed the hand onto the glue, smoothed it down, then wrote a large '1' on the hand.
He turned around and met your gaze. "I'll have to record my findings somehow," He explained. "I'm going to start keeping journals."
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Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) finds herself enrolled in Backupsmore University, the last place she wanted to be. In the brand new, unfamiliar territory, she quickly befriends Stanford Pines, which leads her to the adventure of a lifetime. (I do not own the rights to...
