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[Gravity Falls/The X-Files] I know places we won't be found (Dipper gen)
Title: I know places we won't be found
Fandom: Gravity Falls/The X-Files
Length: 598 words
Prompt: Gravity Falls fic battle: Prompt: Any/ Gen. X Files Crossover
Pairing: Dipper gen
Other: Crossover, per prompt.
Excerpt: Dipper remembered the white light blinding him in a dark room. He remembered Mabel. He was never going to forget Mabel.
Dipper was tossing pencils up into the ceiling tiles when the elevator dinged a warning. He thought about trying to straighten his tie, look a little professional, but if the stacks of files and dusty books didn't scare his new partner off, his scruffy face wouldn't either.
"Partner." They'd called his new colleague his partner, but he knew that it would be someone sent to keep an eye on him, try to keep him in line and out of state secrets. Dipper had thought when he joined the FBI that they would give him a huge file filled with the truth about alien abductions and UFO sightings and creatures in the woods. He couldn't believe how naive he used to be. More and more nowadays it was the opposite. Doors slammed closed in his face as soon as he found out they existed. He wasn't giving in, though. No matter how difficult his new minder was going to be.
Dipper remembered the white light blinding him in a dark room. He remembered Mabel. He was never going to forget Mabel.
The elevator door opened and Dipper swung around in his chair, putting his back to the door. His new partner was a woman -- he heard the click of her heels on the bare concrete floor.
"Uh, hello?" she said, sounding annoyed, and Dipper swiveled back around to casually take her in. He knew who she was immediately -- everyone in the Bureau knew Pacifica Northwest. Tall, blonde, and sharp as a blade, she wounded any man who didn't meet her high standards. So far none of them had. Dipper had been aware of her, vaguely, mostly as the sparkliest woman at the office Christmas party, the single year he'd gone and gotten sick into the punch bowl. (He probably should have saved the drinking until the party started, but hindsight was perfect.)
Perhaps she was here to introduce him to his new partner. She could be his current superior, that seemed plausible. She was one of those people who would rocket up the ladder to an important position and then take the stepping stones from there into the Cabinet. She wouldn't have anything to do with him if she could help it. He was a career-killer, and although it wouldn't bother him to spend the rest of his life in this musty basement if he found the truth, he knew it definitely bothered other people.
"Are you deaf?" Pacifica asked. She cast her gaze around as if trying to locate something safe to sit on, and when she didn't find it, she folded her arms and glared at him.
"Uh," Dipper said, "hi?"
He got up, since it seemed to be expected of him, and spent a moment clearing case files off of a chair so she could sit down. Maybe he was getting fired, although he would have expected she would have called him to her office in that case. Maybe the budget was getting cut and they wanted him to burn all of this documentation, and wanted to tell him here so the screaming wouldn't carry upstairs.
Pacifica pulled a handkerchief from the breast pocket of her tasteful suit and wiped off the chair before sitting down and crossing her legs.
"So you're Dipper Pines?" she said, this time with some interest. "I've been sent to work with you."
Dipper stared until she dropped her gaze, a furious flush rising up her neck to her cheeks.
"Who did you piss off to be assigned to the X-Files?" he asked, and she responded only with silence.
Fandom: Gravity Falls/The X-Files
Length: 598 words
Prompt: Gravity Falls fic battle: Prompt: Any/ Gen. X Files Crossover
Pairing: Dipper gen
Other: Crossover, per prompt.
Excerpt: Dipper remembered the white light blinding him in a dark room. He remembered Mabel. He was never going to forget Mabel.
Dipper was tossing pencils up into the ceiling tiles when the elevator dinged a warning. He thought about trying to straighten his tie, look a little professional, but if the stacks of files and dusty books didn't scare his new partner off, his scruffy face wouldn't either.
"Partner." They'd called his new colleague his partner, but he knew that it would be someone sent to keep an eye on him, try to keep him in line and out of state secrets. Dipper had thought when he joined the FBI that they would give him a huge file filled with the truth about alien abductions and UFO sightings and creatures in the woods. He couldn't believe how naive he used to be. More and more nowadays it was the opposite. Doors slammed closed in his face as soon as he found out they existed. He wasn't giving in, though. No matter how difficult his new minder was going to be.
Dipper remembered the white light blinding him in a dark room. He remembered Mabel. He was never going to forget Mabel.
The elevator door opened and Dipper swung around in his chair, putting his back to the door. His new partner was a woman -- he heard the click of her heels on the bare concrete floor.
"Uh, hello?" she said, sounding annoyed, and Dipper swiveled back around to casually take her in. He knew who she was immediately -- everyone in the Bureau knew Pacifica Northwest. Tall, blonde, and sharp as a blade, she wounded any man who didn't meet her high standards. So far none of them had. Dipper had been aware of her, vaguely, mostly as the sparkliest woman at the office Christmas party, the single year he'd gone and gotten sick into the punch bowl. (He probably should have saved the drinking until the party started, but hindsight was perfect.)
Perhaps she was here to introduce him to his new partner. She could be his current superior, that seemed plausible. She was one of those people who would rocket up the ladder to an important position and then take the stepping stones from there into the Cabinet. She wouldn't have anything to do with him if she could help it. He was a career-killer, and although it wouldn't bother him to spend the rest of his life in this musty basement if he found the truth, he knew it definitely bothered other people.
"Are you deaf?" Pacifica asked. She cast her gaze around as if trying to locate something safe to sit on, and when she didn't find it, she folded her arms and glared at him.
"Uh," Dipper said, "hi?"
He got up, since it seemed to be expected of him, and spent a moment clearing case files off of a chair so she could sit down. Maybe he was getting fired, although he would have expected she would have called him to her office in that case. Maybe the budget was getting cut and they wanted him to burn all of this documentation, and wanted to tell him here so the screaming wouldn't carry upstairs.
Pacifica pulled a handkerchief from the breast pocket of her tasteful suit and wiped off the chair before sitting down and crossing her legs.
"So you're Dipper Pines?" she said, this time with some interest. "I've been sent to work with you."
Dipper stared until she dropped her gaze, a furious flush rising up her neck to her cheeks.
"Who did you piss off to be assigned to the X-Files?" he asked, and she responded only with silence.