Dangerously yours // Billford

V - Possession

Stanford jolted awake. He was trembling slightly and covered in sweat. Ford looked around him, realising he was in bed. What the fuck happened last night? It felt like he was beginning to confuse what happened in the mindscape with reality.
He lifted the covers off himself and looked down. He was wearing red plaid pyjama pants and a maroon sweater. Ford paused; he was confused; he couldn't remember where or when he fell asleep last night, and he knew he wasn't wearing this—oh shit.
The deal. 

Stanford remembered the deal he'd made the previous night; Bill had taken control of his body as he slept. He let out a shaky sigh. The concept was nerve-racking, but for now at least, it did seem like he'd done something wrong. Ford quickly headed down to his lab to see if Bill had done anything there. He hurried down the old wooden stairs and entered the lab. His eyes widened.
He was shocked.
It was far less cluttered; his papers and blueprints were organised. There were also several new sheets full of writing. He picked up the sheets and looked over them. oh god.  It was the equations he needed to continue the blueprints. Bill had kept true to his word. He was right to trust him. Ford couldn't help but let a snall smile creep onto his face. Relief washed over him as he set down the papers; he would look into them in more detail later on, for now he was busy. He had to get ready for Fiddleford's arrival.

Ford was dressed, he checked his clock; 13:32—Jesus was losing track of time already. He headed to his spare room and spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get it at least somewhat ready for Fiddleford's arrival in the next few days. He'd set up a makeshift bed, a desk, and a few other things Ford thought he might need. Suddenly his mind turned to Bill.
How would Fiddleford react to his nightly possession of Ford's body? Should he warn his partner of this? It seems like the kind of thing that would be important to mention considering they were going to be living together for at least the next few months. He sighed and finished preparing the room; this was a problem for later; it would probably be fine. 

Around 2 days later, Fiddleford arrived at Stanford's cabin. He'd left his family to stay with Ford for the next few months. Ford wouldnt lie and say he wasnt incresibly grateful for his old partner. His sacrifice to help him with his research and the fact that stanford wouldnt be on his own now, well except for bill but he didnt really know if bill counted as company considering he disnt have a physical form for stan to talk to, only being able to communicate with him in the mindscape.

"Well Stanford. I gotta be honest with ya here, Im so happy ya invited me out here. This research could change the world!" He exclaimed, Stanford was oddly glad to hear his more southern accent, it was refreshing to hear a voice other than his own. "As am I, we'll start on research tomorrow, just get settled in today." Ford said with a small smile as he placed down one of Fiddleford's boxes on the ground.

Around two days later, Fiddleford arrived at Stanford's cabin. He'd left his family to stay with Ford for the next few months. Ford wouldn't lie and say he wasn't incresibly grateful for his old partner. His sacrifice to help him with his research and the fact that Stanford wouldn't be on his own now, well, except for Bill, but he didn't really know if Bill counted as company considering he didn't have a physical form for Stan to talk to, only being able to communicate with him in the mindscape.

"Well Stanford. I gotta be honest with ya here. I'm so happy ya invited me out here. This research could change the world!" He exclaimed, Stanford was oddly glad to hear his southern accent; it was refreshing to hear a voice other than his own. "As am I; we'll start on research tomorrow; just get settled in today." Ford said with a small smile as he placed down one of Fiddleford's boxes on the ground. 

They spent the next few hours bonding and catching up with each other, Fiddleford had been living a simpler life than Ford, handling his own business and starting a family. Although Ford didn't exactly think most highly of it (Fiddleford had so much potential, he could've been doing so much more), it wasn't his place to say anything, not everyone had his ambition for science. Eventually they said goodnight and they both went to sleep.

Ford woke up on his floor, he sat up and rubbed his eyes, his body felt terrible. Ford pushed himself up from the floor and checked his clock, it was still the early hours of the morning. That explains why he's so tired. He turned to his left only to see a few post it notes on his desk. The handwriting was unrecognisable, it wasn't his or Fiddleford's.

CAN WE TALK

WHY IS HE HERE

EXPLAIN SIXER

Shit—Bill left these, and he did not sound happy at all.