Crash Site Omega

AN: Tagging @victurri-maker from my Fiddauthor group on Kik.

Fiddleford sat quietly at the desk in the attic, switching between different tools as he worked on his invention. Stanford sat on his bed nearby, switching his attention from his journal (where he was documenting a new strange creature he might have found) and watching his boyfriend work.

"Almost... hm..." Fiddleford looked over the machine, scratching at the fuzz on his face, "It's missin' somethin'..."

"And what's that?" Ford asked, glancing over at the desk.

"I ain't exactly sure," Fiddleford shook his head, "I need a part, but Ah don't think it might exist yet."

"What do you mean?" Ford asked, closing his journal and sitting up.

"Ah need somethin' to power it, but nothin' that exists yet is powerful enough," Fiddleford explained, frowning, "It's a shame... this machine'll go to waste."

"Well... maybe not," Ford said slowly, looking over the invention, "I think I know where you could get technology like that."

"Ye do?" Fiddleford's eyes widened in disbelief, "Where?"

"Ok, you have to keep it a secret," Ford began, "But during my first summer here, right before... you-know-what, Great Uncle Dipper showed me a place. It's where we got the adhesive we were going to use to patch the rift."

"Right, ye never did say where that was," Fiddleford raised an eyebrow.

"Ok, now here me out, because your whole life is about to change," Ford began, grinning, "There is an entire alien spaceship right underneath the town."

Fiddleford sat in shock, staring at Ford like he had grown another head.

"I- yer- what?" Fiddleford stuttered, "A spaceship?!"

He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, accidently tearing out a clump.

"Fidds- stop that," Ford pulled his boyfriend's hands back down, holding them in his own six-fingered ones, "Yes, a spaceship. And it's not that far from here."

"An alien..." Fiddleford murmured, trailing off and standing up to pace around the room. After a moment he spun around to face Ford, grinning wildly, "A real life alien spaceship! This is amazin'! Oh, I've always had an interest in aliens!"

"You have?" Ford asked in surprise.

"Yup- ever since my cousin Thistlebert said that his grandma got 'taken by them saucer people'," Fiddleford explained, then chuckled awkwardly, "He ain't exactly the 'brains' of the family."

"I assumed," Ford laughed, "So, would you like to visit? It's only a two day trip."

"Are ye kidding? I'd love to!" Fiddleford exclaimed happily.

"Alright then! It's settled," The younger sixteen-year-old smiled, "Let's get packed and we can head out tomorrow morning."

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Fiddleford huffed as he trailed behind Ford, tugging at the backpack straps on his shoulders.

"Stanford, darlin', can't we take a break?" Fiddleford asked. Ford sighed, rolling his eyes and looking back at his partner.

"I suppose," He finally gave in, "We should stop and have some lunch."

"Oh thank heavens," Fiddleford sighed in relief and plopped his backpack down on the forest floor. He pulled out a sandwich and started eating.