Daughter of a Scientist, Soulmate of a Demon

Chapter 15

The crowd died out, everyone going back home.

"It's good to see you okay, kid," Stan tells me, giving me a hug. "I was so worried about you."

I smiled. "It's good to be back."

Dipper looked between me and Uncle Stan, what I did to save the two setting in now that Gideon has been taken away. He's a smart kid, and I could see in his eyes that he at least partially put together my abilities and Bill. The signs were all there.

It would probably be harder on me if he didn't connect the dots.

"(Y/N), about what happened-"

"Look, I promise I will explain everything soon. Just... not right now."

"When were you going to tell us?" His voice is high and comes out accusatory.

Yeah. He knew.

Stan gave me a look, and I knew I would have to tell him everything that happened.

"Please, Dipper," I say, reaching a hand out. "I know this is a lot, but you need to calm down. I haven't used my powers that much in a very long time, and it took a lot out of me."

"How long is a long time?"

"That's not a conversation for right now. But I promise I'll tell you everything."

Eventually.

***

Soon we were back home. Mabel was reunited with Waddles, and Dipper with the journal.

We all stuck one of Gideon's suits and the mannequin head with one of his wigs in the fireplace, lighting it in celebration on our first night home.

Construction started the next day, going quickly despite it just being our friends and family to help.

Stan had asked me about how I could use my powers to save the twins after I gave him the real explanation, the twins giving him a false one about Mabel using her grappling hook to catch us. I had told him that I couldn't get to them when Gideon had me captive. His response was to ask whether I believe it would be a good idea to start them again.

"I don't know," I answered. "Bill is trying to get me off them, which makes me want to stay on them, but I almost couldn't save the twins."

"It's your call," Stan told me gently.

I looked at the picture of my father beside the picture of Dipper and Mabel.

"I have to stay on them. Just a little longer. It's for the best."

He gave me a nod.

"But I eventually have to tell Dipper about everything if he hasn't already figured it out."

"You can't hide it from him," Stan said with a sigh. "He's so much like Ford that it's hard to see the difference sometimes."

"I know what you mean."

Over the next few days the conversation played in my head every time I swallowed the big pill I had to take and every time Dipper glanced my way as if waiting for me to pull him and Mabel to the side and give him the explanation.

Soon, I told myself. Just not now. It's not the right time.

Will there ever be a right time?

***

I sat in the attic with the twins as Mabel hung her posters. Dipper glanced my way with a question on his mind every so often, but I didn't break yet. Eventually he caught on and left it alone.