Gravity Falls: Illuminatus

Chapter 4: The Stan 'O War II

A/N: Okay, I feel like I owe you all an apology for this. This story was on hiatus for a LOT longer than I anticipated. I was going through some things at the time, and I was barely able to keep up with Powerless. However, I'm proud to say that chapter 4 is finally out. I hope you enjoy it!

Wendy was shivering as her damp clothes clung to her body. Despite the fact that she was wearing a heavy fleece blanket and nursing a hot cup of coffee, the cold sea air seemed to bite right through her. A dense fog surrounded the fishing trawler, leaving her in the dark as to where they were located. Stan had pulled her and Dipper aboard, and Ford had brought her the blanket and coffee. Both the Pines brothers had disappeared below deck, leaving Dipper and Wendy alone. An awkward silence stretched between them as Dipper tended to her injuries.

"Are you feeling any other symptoms?" Dipper asked, breaking the silence. "Any weakness or nausea from the sedative?"

"No," said Wendy. "Just a little dizzy."

"That should subside soon," Said Dipper. "Looks like they used a lighter anesthetic. The burns are second degree, but shouldn't take too long to heal." He finished with her treatment, standing up and putting away the medical kit.

"Now, wait a damn minute," said Wendy. "You owe me an explanation. M-more than one." Wendy could barely control her shivering.

"I'll give it to you," Said Dipper, helping her up. "But right now, you need to get out of those wet clothes. I have a room set up for you." He began leading her down the stairs from the deck into the cabin of the trawler.

"A room?" Said Wendy. "We're on a fishing boat, Dipper. How could I have a. . . room. . ." She stopped dead as Dipper opened the door to the cabin. It was as if she just stepped into the parlor of a mansion, with high walls and vaulted ceilings, complete with furniture, carpets, and even a fireplace. Looking to her right she could see a door that led to the command deck of the ship, and further down into the parlor was a hallway that split off in different directions.

"How. . . what . . .?" Wendy stammared, unable to believe her eyes.

"It's bigger on the inside, I know," Said Dipper, chuckling. "Ford got the idea from watching British television back in the 80s. During his time in the Multiverse, he discovered a way to experiment with pocket dimensions, which allows us to manipulate time-space to--"

"You're hurtin' my head, brainiac," said Wendy.

"Sorry," Said Dipper. "You're staying in my old room down the hall. There's a shower, a bed, and a change of clothes for you. I moved into the library a few doors down so if you need anything, you can just come get me."

Wendy nodded and watched Dipper walk away to his room before calling after him. "You have a library?"

The hot shower felt like ten minutes of pure heaven on Wendy's skin compared to the cold sea she was suddenly plunged into. The room she was in was small, but rather plush. There was a four-poster bed, armoire, bathroom, desk and bookshelf. On the bed were a pair of clothes, consisting of jeans, a t-shirt, and basic undergarments. A note was left by them from Dipper, reading I hope they fit, we'll get you more clothes when we reach port.

Wendy got dressed and sat on the bed for a while. Her body ached from the various injuries she experienced the past few days. Dipper had given her some painkillers, but they have yet to kick in. Her heart was still pounding and her head was swimming with different feelings. She could still hardly believe that Dipper was alive. And just a few hours ago she was at home in Gravity Falls, now she was on some weird bigger-on-the-inside fishing trawler with her bosses. Those people tried to kill her, and she had no idea who they were, why they wanted Dipper, and what was going on. After stretching for a moment, she left the room to search for the only guy who could give her answers.