Northwest-Pines Mystery Hunters

Twenty Five-Northwest Makes Good On His Deal

I yawned and opened my eyes, shocked when the first thing I saw was Gideon.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed, bolting upright. Gideon stayed asleep, and I remembered that invited him to spend the night.

Cautiously, I shook his shoulder.

"Hey Gids. Time to wake up." He opened his eyes and looked at me. He looked confused for a minute, then shot up and looked away.

"I must apologize for my behaviors. I didn't mean to-"

"Dude." I interrupted him. "You didn't do anything wrong." He turned and looked at me and I smiled. He looked away again like the jerk he is.

"Of course."

"Now c'mon you big dork, let's go downstairs before Fordsie gets up and play it off like you didn't spend the night here." Quickly and quietly, we made our way into the kitchen without waking Ford up.

"Is Stanford always a late riser?" Gideon asked.

"It's either really early or really late, it depends." I shrugged. I got Gideon and I both a bowl of cereal that Melody kept in the cupboards for mornings she wasn't there and we ate in silence.

About five minutes later, we heard some commotion in the museum, and Ford entered the kitchen a moment later.

"Oh! I didn't think he'd be here so early." Ford commented, starting a pot of coffee.

"Why were you in the museum?" I asked. Ford stalled for a second.

"I was in the gift shop. Darn vending machine is on the fritz again, so I fixed it." Confused, I decided to change the subject.

"So Gideon, you're not actually going to talk to Pacifica, right?" I asked.

"Are you mad? I have to! I made Pacifica a promise and I have to honor it. Besides, I do not want to get on her bad side." I sighed.

"So you're actually going?"

"Yes."

"And there's no chance of you letting me come along?" I asked. Gideon looked at me like I was crazy.

"One hundred percent out of the question!" He grabbed my hands. "Do you know what Pacifica would do if she got ahold of you? Unimaginable things! I'm sorry but you're staying here!" I sighed.

"Then let me walk you to the door." I slid out of my seat and walked slowly with Gideon to the front door.

"I'm sort Mabel, but I can't risk your safety." Gideon said, looking me in the eye.

"You said you have to honor any promises you make, right?" I asked, getting an idea.

"Yes, why?" I wrapped my arms around Gideon.

"Then this is a promise. Promise me you'll come back unharmed." Gideon stood with his arms at his sides for a moment, then wrapped them around me as well.

"I promise." We pulled apart and we waved goodbye, and I swore he was almost blushing.

***

Leaving Mabel behind at the shack, Gideon continued on to the Tent Of Telepathy. A large sign read 'all shows today canceled' in front of the entrance. Gideon passed them and entered.
"There you are. I was beginning to think you'd be a no-show." Pacifica smirked. She was sitting on the stage.

"I have what you asked for." Gideon said, sighing. He joined her on the stage.

"Oh yes, my infinite power. Show me!" She commanded, sounding like a child. Sighing yet again, Gideon retrieved the Journal from his cloak. Pacifica's eyes glittered with astonishment.