[A/N: Once again, sorry if the ending sucks. I got writer's block towards the end and didn't know what to write xD]

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Danger is near...

Someone is in trouble...

I gasped, realizing I could only sense when a certain someone is hurt. I transported myself to the Mystery Shack, though I knew the chances of him being there were slim to none anyways.

I found myself speed walking through the main door, and a few heads turned towards me. Specifically, Stan, Ford, and Mabel.

"Where is he?" I asked frantically. They all seemed to be confused on who I was talking about at first. Then Mabel seemed to catch on.

"Oh, you're talking about Dipper right?"

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. "Who else would I be talking about?"

"Hey, no need for sarcasm," Mabel said, shaking her finger at me. "If you're wondering where Dipper's at, he went in the woods a little while ago."

Oh no...

"Why do you look so scared?" Ford asked. "Is everything okay, Bill?"

I shook my head quickly. "I need to go."

I started running into the woods, feeling too panicked to teleport myself.

Where are you?

Please be okay...

As I got further in, the more afraid I felt when I didn't find him.

"Dipper!" I yelled out while still running, looking side to side as well as in front of me so I didn't trip over anything. "Dipper, where are you?"

I decided to slow down to a speed walk once again, listening intently to everything around me. I tried to focus on his mind, hoping it would at least give me a hint of where he was, but it seemed to be blocked.

"Shit." I cursed frustratedly, pulling at my hair slightly.

Still hearing nothing out of the ordinary, I decided to try and call out again.

"Dipper!"

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"Dipper!"

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"Please...give me a sign, kid..." I said more to myself, voice cracking as my worry grew the longer I went without getting some kind of response.

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The longer I walked, the more hopeless I felt as I heard nothing. I sighed, deciding to try and call out once more.

"Dipper!"

"Over here," I heard someone call out weakly. I ran over to where I heard the voice, and relief flooded through me as I found who I was looking for. Though it was short lived as I got a good look at him.

"Bill?" He mumbled. "Wh...what are you...doing here..."

My eyes scanned him over as I found all sorts of cuts, scrapes and bruises. I kneeled down beside him.

"What happened to you?" I asked, concern in my voice.

"What...do you mean," He mumbled. "I'm...fine..."

He tried sitting up, then groaned in pain before laying back down. I laughed under my breath.

"If you're fine, then what are you doing on the ground?" I asked softly. "You look and sound like you're in pain, kid."

"I'm...not..." He said quietly, his voice close to a whisper.

"Dip-"

"I said...I'm fine." He muttered stubbornly.

"No, you're not fine." I said sternly. "Now can you tell me what happened?"

"Nothing happened...okay?" He said, gritting his teeth and shutting his eyes.

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Look, if you don't want to tell me, I could easily just read your mind."

"Go...ahead then."

Glaring slightly at his stubbornness, I answered my gently pressing my fingers against the side of his face (seeing as how he was laying on his side). I closed my eyes in concentration, I focused on healing him instead.

"Bill...what are you-"

"Be quiet." I demanded lightly. He seemed to scoff at my request, but said nothing.

My eyes then opened as they glowed a bright blue along with my fingers. I watched as most of the cuts and bruises seemed to fade away. When I thought he seemed better, I lifted my hands up and put them at my sides, smiling slightly.

"Feel any better?"

He opened his eyes, then slowly started to sit up. He looked at me with confusion.

"H-how did you-"

I interrupted with a chuckle. "You seem to forget that I'm a magical being with all sorts of powers that you can't even begin to fathom, Pinetree."

He blushed slightly as he looked away from me. "...Right."

I raised an eyebrow as he looked away. "Is there... something else wrong?" I asked curiously, which made him look back at me.

"W-what do you mean?" He asked with a nervous chuckle. "There's nothing else that's wrong with me."

"Okay..." I said skeptically, crossing my arms. "If there's nothing else wrong, then can you tell me why you came out here in the first place? And why you were injured?"

"I'll tell you after you tell me how you knew I was out here, let alone knowing I was hurt."

"Fine," I muttered. "I knew there was something wrong because...I can...sense it."

"Sense it?" He asked, looking more confused. "Well if you can sense it, how did you know in particular that I was the one that was in trouble?"

"I knew it was you because...." I said, drifting off. I sighed.

"Bill?" He questioned.

I bit my lip, my face heating up a little as I averted my gaze. "I knew it was you in particular because I care about you, Dipper. A lot more than I ever have with anybody else."

"Wait, you...care? About me?" He said in a shocked tone, making me look back at him. "Since when does Bill Cipher care about anybody but himself?" He asked with a smirk. "And when do you ever call me by my actual name?"

I glared. "Can you just tell me what happened to you?"

He laughed. "I'm sorry...I'm still processing the fact that you actually care about me."

I growled lowly, making him cease to just giggling.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "I'll tell you."

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"I just got attacked out of nowhere, though I don't know by who or what. It was a while before I heard you calling out for me."

I grit my teeth, making fists as I felt anger flow through me like fire. If I find out who did this...

"Bill? Are you okay?" I heard him say with concern. "Look, I can see that you're upset-"

"Upset doesn't even begin to describe how I'm feeling." I scowled.

"But you don't know who or what attacked me. And, look-" He said, stepping towards me, gesturing to himself. "I'm okay now. Because of you."

He took another step towards me, making me jump a little in surprise. "So please don't worry about it...okay? Please?" He pleaded gently. I sighed again, willing myself to calm down.

"Sorry." I mumbled. A small smile appeared on his face.

"You'd be able to teleport both of us back to the Mystery Shack right?"

"I, ah...s-should be able to." I stuttered, mentally slapping myself for doing so. He laughed quietly before grabbing one of my hands to hold onto.

He looked at me, a blush creeping up on his face, as well as mine. "Let's go then...I don't really want to walk back anyways."

"Hah...right." I answered nervously.

How is a mortal making me feel like this?

This shouldn't be able to happen...

I shook my head slightly, getting rid of those thoughts so I could concentrate on getting us back. Within a few seconds, we appeared in front of the Shack.

"Well...thanks for...for helping me." Dipper said softly. I nodded, unable to speak. Then as I realized that his hand was still in mine, I let go and closed my eyes as my face warmed up again.

"Well, I'll um...see ya later kid-" I started to say before I gasped lightly, feeling a pair of arms wrap around me. He looked up at me with a grin.

"Leaving already?" He asked.

I licked my lips nervously out of habit. "I really should..."

"Please stay? At least for a little while?" He begged, eyes twinkling brightly. I let out a breath, chuckling.

"You sure your family won't care?"

He smiled. "Positive." He said before grabbing my hand again and pulling me inside. The three that were here earlier looked towards the door as Dipper pulled me in with him.

"Bill's going to stay over for a little while if it's okay." He said to Stan, who just shrugged.

"Fine by me. As long as he doesn't cause trouble."

Dipper just smiled as he took me up to his room, closing the door. I walked over by his bed and looked out the window.

"I had no idea that you cared for me...why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked quietly. I then heard footsteps, and I turned around to see him looking at me. Being almost 17, he wasn't that much shorter than me, maybe only by a few inches.

"Would it really matter if I did?" I asked, arms crossed.

"Well duh," He said with a grin. "Of course it would've mattered! If you'd have told me sooner, then I could have told you that I-" He cut himself off my covering his mouth with his hand, blushing again

I looked at him inquisitively. "That you what?"

"That...I...I care about you too, Bill." He said quickly. My eyes widened slightly.

"W....what?" I whispered.

"I care about you too. It doesn't matter to me that you're an all powerful dream demon, I know that you have feelings just like everyone else- even if you don't show it most of the time," He added with a small smirk.

"Demons aren't supposed to have feelings, especially for humans." I stated matter-of-factly.

"Who tell you that?" He asked.

I stared, confused. "No one, but-"

"Then why can't you have feelings? I don't see how it's wrong."

"Dipper-"

"You're your own person...you should be allowed to care for others."

I couldn't think of anything to say. He moved closer, pink tinting his face.

"Can....I try something?" He asked.

"Like...what, exactly?"

"This," He whispered, grabbing my shirt and pulling me closer before pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss. I inwardly gasped as I found myself closing my eyes.

I'm being kissed by a human...

And I...like it...

I found myself holding him tightly, therefore deepening the kiss and surprising him a little.

After pulling away reluctantly, he rested his forehead against mine, panting slightly, face flushed. He looked at me expectantly.

"I don't think I want to leave." I finally said. He chuckled.

"Well that's good."

I smiled slightly. "And I...actually enjoyed that." I told him, hugging him to me tightly.

"I'm glad...because so did I." He said with a grin.

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Who knew telling someone you cared about them would lead to them being your boyfriend?