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Cast Away (2/2)

Words: 5,700~ || CW: Some Violence. || What happens when Stanley is the one to fall through the portal instead. Part 1

Hurting his back as he fell backwards wasn’t something Stan figured he’d ever miss after getting shoved, but he also didn’t think slowly lifting up and away from the ground would happen either.

Stan’s stomach flopped, and he wobbled in the air, trying to balance himself with his arms. “W-Woah, what is this?” When Ford tried to reach out for him, he tried stretching back out towards him, but he’d already drifted too far out.

This was already looking like bad situation, but then he saw Ford’s face and that’s when Stan got scared. Ford didn’t look ‘worried,’ he looked like he was already full blown panicking as he quickly glanced between Stan and the floor around himself.

“Stanford, what’s going on?!” Stan snapped out this time, looking behind him and eyes widening as he saw the massive circle of light he was headed towards. The cause for concern was pretty clear now.

“It’s the gravitational pull from the portal, it’s-”

Stan swallowed around a dry throat. For all he knew this portal thing was just going to burn him up like a bug zapper. Or he’d get spat out into some part of space and suffocate. Or a million other things. There had to be an off switch. Maybe a big red button. Something to stop it, right?

He looked back to Ford who was- who was just standing there, holding onto his journal and not even looking at him anymore, like he’d just given up. Like Stan might as well have already been dead and gone.

“Ford!” Don’t leave me hanging.

Stan desperately tried to kick a foot out below him to see if he could reach the metal ring, but it was too far away from him and the back of his heel sunk into the light for a second before he pulled it back out again.

Do something.

He tore his gaze away from the bright light that was so close it was burning his eyes now, looking back to Ford, hoping for something. Anything.

Bristling winds scrambled across his back, agitating the fresh burn on his shoulder, and he leaned forward to avoid getting sucked in for just another second. There was no running out of this one though.

“Ford-” His throat closed up, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. Please.

“Hold on, Stan! Just hold on!” Ford’s voice cut through the howling wind behind his ears.

His brother was looking up at him again again, and he took an urgent step forward, wind lightly pulling his clothes forward. He resolutely yelled over all the noise to him. “I’ll get you!”

The words rattled around his head, and he held fast onto them as he took a breath around all the rushing air. He didn’t have a chance for anything else, not even to fully breath out.

Crackling energy swallowed him up, static running over his skin, before the world disappeared in on itself with a loud pop to black.

For just a couple seconds he felt like he was free falling sideways in a weird darkness full of wind rushing past him with lights sparking behind his eyes and in his joints. He didn’t know what it was, but he wouldn’t call it a ‘place’ persay. Then colors spun into existence in front of him, and he was out of that rushing darkness.

He was scared for a split second, because it looked like he had gotten spat out into the middle of outer space rather than somewhere that at least had air. A short attempt at breathing proved he wasn’t going to suffocate though. So, he had that going for him at least.

There were a dozen different colors clashing against each other and crackling lines in the air. Plus, everything in the background was distantly shifting like he’d downed one too many drinks. The only things that were solid, which he was already focusing on, were a bunch of rocks floating around and-... all the monsters in front of him.

Aliens, he guessed, he really didn’t care either way because every single one was giving him a predatory look.

One of them, sitting on top of some big chair that made his eyes hurt, was a large, yellow triangle. It looked like it’d been drawn by some five year old, honestly. Just a triangle with a top hat and a couple of black arms and legs. It’d be pretty ridiculous if it wasn’t towering over him right now.

It blinked at him, its voice booming out. “STANLEY PINES!” If this situation didn’t already scream bad news, that sure as Hell did.

The triangle laughed, the high-pitched noise making him cringe as the sound echoed around him over and over. “Just the pawn to push this party BACK OVER!!” Its voice toned down to something less like screeching as he looked down to one of the bigger monsters underneath it and snapped its fingers. “Hey, chop, chop! Catch the human time!”

A huge ball of fingers and teeth, howled before charging at him.

“No way, bud!” Stan kicked off in the air and, to his endless relief, started actually moving away in the middle of nothing from the couple dozen monsters already starting to chase him.

He dove around one of the bigger rocks to hide, finding a hole big enough for him to duck inside. Thankfully, his feet dropped to the rock with some kind of gravity as he put a hand to the wall. No idea why there was suddenly gravity, but he wasn’t gonna look this particular gift horse in the mouth right now.

“Christ, Ford- hah.” He hoarsely whispered to himself, panting, “warning would ‘ave been nice. Agh.” He leaned his forehead against the rock wall for a second. Just a little ‘hey, watch out for the monsters’ would have been good. Not sure it would have helped all that much, but still.

“COME OUT, FISHY, FISHY!” The triangle’s voice boomed.

Stan pressed back against the wall, keeping still and holding his breath.

“COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER YOU ARE!”

He slowly let himself breath again “Sucker,” he muttered with a slight smile. None of them actually knew where he was at, and Stan was gonna keep it that way. He quietly edged further into the small cavern.

Lay low for a bit, wait for the search to calm down, then- then uh...

Stan faltered, pausing. He really didn’t have an idea for after that. He moved back toward the edge of the hole, sneaking a glance outside. There wasn’t exactly a big bright ring of light like the one he’d gone through, so... how was he supposed to get back?

He swallowed uncomfortably, pulling his head back to think.

Ford.

Ford had said he was going to get him. All Stan had to do was hold on for a little while and not get caught.

Between all the cops, thugs, mounties, and everyone else in between - Stan had plenty of experience outrunning people. Plus, he’d already given these monsters the slip and nabbed himself a hiding spot too so he was by this point he was ahead of the game.

Stan settled near the edge of his spot, enough to where he could keep an eye outside without being seen. Just had to wait out for a few seconds.

He kept his hands against the side of the tunnel, ready.

The seconds stretched into a minute, and then a few minutes. A long time to be stuck around with a bunch of monsters, but it was probably just taking Ford a couple seconds to set everything back up again.

Five minutes, but he was sure some science-y calibrations had to be done or whatever. They’d been knocking around in that control room, after all. Had to fix that up. He found himself picking at the rock, as he waited now though, leaning against it.

Any minute now. It was a big machine, with a lot of buttons and switches.

Ten minutes... was that right? It had to have at least been ten minutes, maybe fifteen. He wasn’t sure. It felt like a lot longer, but he hadn’t bothered counting. Maybe... Ford was trying to open up something right next to him.

A few more minutes passed. Something was just holding Ford up, was all. Stan stayed vigilant, keeping an eye out for even just the hint of light again.

......

Just... Just a few more seconds and.... and who was he kidding?

Stan let out a breath of air, letting his eyes wander over to the rock wall in front of him. They’d started the thing up in less than a minute without even trying. If Ford had wanted, he could have already flipped the portal back on by now.

He should have known better. Wasn’t like this was the first time he’d gotten cast away, after all.

It was just what happened. Everyone looked out for themselves. The only times he’d ever gotten bailed out was when someone needed an extra set of hands with something because they couldn’t find anyone else.

Ford had probably thought about it, and decided he wasn’t worth turning the portal back on for.

He started to slump back against the rock, but a harsh burning pain made him hiss out a curse and jump forward. He put a hand over to his injured shoulder, feeling the burnt fringes of the hole in his jacket.

“Ugh, right.” He made a face. “You’re still there.” He’d kinda forgotten about the burn with all the adrenaline of outrunning monsters out in the middle of nowhere. There was a subtle burn building back up again, but he’d have to worry about it later. Wasn’t like he had a first aid kid on him, or even just a water bottle.

Would have been great if Ford hadn’t pushed him into some big scalding piece of metal, but you know... whatever, right? Stan scowled a bit, fingers picking at the burnt cotton of his coat. He probably shouldn’t have been that upset considering Ford had also pushed him into a literal hell hole, but you know what?

He was hiding away from a dozen monsters in space somewhere, maybe it wasn’t even space. It’s not like Ford had explained where this portal went or anything else about it really.

If Stan wanted to be mad about the damn burn then he was going to be mad about it, damn it! He’d earned the right to be mad about anything he wanted right now!

All these years, and Ford winds up shoving him and burning him. Gets him to come to the middle of the woods, asks for him to take a book and just leave. Then, on top of that, gives him a third degree burn!

Well, Ford really got what he wanted, huh! He’d gotten as far away as anybody ever could! Only thing missing was he hadn’t taken the stupid book with him. Stan gritted his teeth.

Why had he even believed Ford when he’d said he’d get him? After everything! He should have known better.

He’d really thought the one guy that hated him more than anyone else in the world was just going to up and pull him out of the worst situation he’d ever wound up in?! How stupid could he get?

He’d stood here for at least twenty minutes, maybe even a whole hour waiting on him - really thinking Ford was going to get him. All because- Because of not even ten words... that Stan had just ate up the second he’d heard them. Because of the look on Ford’s face when he’d said he’d get him back.

... Ford wasn’t the kind of guy to lie though. Not that convincingly, at least. He’d meant it. At least in those few seconds, he’d actually meant it.

Stan sighed loudly, and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, rubbing his knuckles into them. He wished that he wasn’t here.

At least on Earth he knew what he could do. He would have taken another couple seconds at the door, if he’d known there was a chance this could happen. Now he was stranded in some alien dimension with tons of monsters on his tail... How was he going to do this?

A loud voice made him grit his teeth, frustrated. “OHO, ALRIGHT!”

Stan turned to look outside, half tempted to just yell at the triangle to shut up. This was already bad enough, he didn’t need his ears to start bleeding too.

The gratingly annoying voice continued though, absolutely giddy. “STAY HERE AND FIND THE HUMAN BEFORE I GET BACK!! FIRST ONE TO FIND HIM GETS TO HAVE A BITE!” It then added in a scolding tone. “AND THAT’S ONLY ONE BITE! NOTHING VITAL EITHER, GOT THAT TEETH?”

There was a loud crumbling sort of noise and Stan threw a hand up into the air. “Getting eaten alive’s on the table now, that’s just great.” He muttered.

As he was thinking, there was a loud pop and a distant, familiar swirling sound that made him stop.

He hesitated for a second, before peeking outside again. He couldn’t see anything from the angle he was at, but there was something throwing light from around the bend of the asteroid.

... That... No, that hadn’t been there before, he knew it.

Stan waited until the coast was clear before he slinked out of his spot and sneaked around the asteroid he’d hidden inside until he was able to see it. Back, where he’d first popped out at, was a big bright circle of light like the one he’d gotten sucked through. A large beacon of bright light standing out, clear as day.

He... He’d done it.

Stan grinned, smile stretching practically ear to ear.

That was Ford! He turned the portal back on for him! Haha! No getting left to rot in the middle of space with half an arm gone for Stan Pines!! Not ttoday!

His relief faded a bit at the obvious realization that well- he had to friggin’ make it all the way back to that portal while monsters were swarming all around trying to find him.

Stan breathed out, and waited, gripping onto the side of the asteroid. Alright, he could do this. He’d already gotten this far out, he could get back just the same.

A few monsters had gotten near the portal, talking to each other before one shoved the others and suddenly flew off, the rest soon shooting off in different directions.

Besides some of the rocks floating around, he really didn’t have much options for stealth so he’d have to book it most of the way.

He took a break for one rock, checking around before kicking off towards the portal once again, swimming out into debris filled space.

About half way there, there was a loud screeching hiss. He turned to look and let out a frustrated noise.

Off in the distance behind him was a monster that was literally just a huge pair of dentures with arms and legs. One of the ones that looked like it was literally made to try to take a damn bite out of him.

He went right back to pushing along towards the portal, ignoring the thing as it scrambled towards him. Stan immediately noticed that the commotion had gotten plenty of attention though. A few more monsters came out of the woodwork, all headed for him, of course.

As the teeth monster got close to him, he grabbed a large piece of warped metal and turned to chuck it at its’ gums.

The dark blue metal embedded into the shiny flesh, and even caused the monster to fall back with a scream.

Stan quickly turned back to keep going, and grimaced at what he saw up ahead. There were a few monsters passing the portal on their way towards him now, which meant for him to make it back he’d have to dodge around them now.

He could do it though. He was going to.

He scanned around and spotted a piece of oily scrap metal that looked as big as his forearm that he snatched up. The texture felt more like a ridiculously thick crab shell that had splintered off rather than scrap metal, but hey. As long as it was solid, he was using it. “Alright! Try me, uglies!” He shouted, egging them on.

A gray loaf monster hurtled towards him, but Stan easily dodged over top of it, missing the arms that couldn’t even reach its own back. “Sucker!”

When an eyeball with wings flew at him, he swung at it, letting out a laugh as he sent it flying off like a baseball.

Just like that, he managed to pass through the small crowd of monsters. There were only a few more monsters way up ahead, but he had a clear path to the portal again. Even better, now he could see a long thick rope dangling out of it, dangling listlessly out just for him like a piece of fishing line in the water.

“Ha! You can’t take a bite out of me, but you all can kiss my butt!” He shouted a final farewell, this nightmare nearly behind him. As soon as he got to the rope he could just pull himself in. He was home fr-

Something slick and painfully sharp wrapped around his ankle and forced him to a stop. No.

He only had a split second to panic at the realization, his throat instantly closing up. Not enough time to even kick out of its grasp or even try to rip his ankle out from its teeth.

An intense, blazing energy ripped through him making his shoulder burn then. Harsh, but oddly enough it didn’t really hurt him. Apparently the same thing couldn’t be said for the monster that’d latched onto him though.

A loud, anguished cry of what he could only describe as ‘weird slormp-ing noises’ came from behind him as it quickly detached from him.

Stan quickly looked down to see what had happened. The monster, which was a mix of an octopus and a lot of brown fur, had remains of bright orange electricity running over over it. Its tendrils twisted and curled in pain, the spasming movements only lessening after the final traces of the electricity seemed to stop.

Stan blinked, but as he glanced around all the monsters around them had paused, looking just as confused and startled as Stan felt. They didn’t know what had happened either.

When the brown furry sea monster hissed, coming back to, all the monsters focused on him again.

“Watch your step or I’ll zap you out cold this time!” Stan threatened, jabbing a finger in its direction.

It faltered to a stop, and all the other monsters hesitated too, glancing between each other.

“That’s right.” He boistered with a crooked smile. “I came prepared and there’s plenty more where that came from.” He kicked back off towards the portal with a cocky wave, hoping that whatever that had actually been that it wasn’t going to get him in the next minute.

A few of them started up after him, hesitating long enough that he had plenty of a headstart, but none of them were fast enough to actually catch up to him again. Plus, a quick look back was enough for him to see they definitely weren’t trying as hard as they had been before.

A nervous looking creature with a keyhole in its forehead was near the rope when Stan reached it. “H-Hey,” it started nasally, “we were just joking, you know!” It tried, putting on a smile. “None of us were really gonna try eating you, so uh- you can stay and he’ll be back any second.” The creature pointed to one of the big rocks- wait, no.

It was that triangle from before, but turned completely to stone.

“I’d rather eat through a car trunk again, no thanks.” He dismissed, waving a hand to shoo the monster away, before he started to pull himself along the rope. “Now beat it, pal.”

It jerked backwards when his hand got close, and didn’t even try to follow him. Not that he would have been worried about that particular one, honestly. All he cared about right now was getting back to Earth again though.

He tugged himself through the portal with a prepared grimace. His raw shoulder flared up from the energy and the same sensations running across his body again, but it wasn’t any worse than last time.

Stan grinned as the rushing darkness disappeared and he was back in Ford’s basement. He used the rope to pull himself further into the room and away from the portal. “Ford! Poindexter! Where are ya?”

“Ford?” He tried again, louder this time. He scanned along the floor for his brother. That’s when he spotted a paper at the end of the rope pinned to the wooden beam.

Once he got past the cautionary tape on the ground, there wasn’t anything tugging him back to the portal again... but there also wasn’t anything pulling him back down to the ground. He was really starting to miss Gravity.

On the brightside, he was getting good at this whole swimming through the air thing. He tugged on the rope to gently launch himself to the end.

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled, ripping the paper from where it was literally nailed to the beam, “what’s the word here, Sixer?”

Stan,

You have to shut off the portal. NOW!!!

Please, I’m buying you some time, but it won’t last.

If the portal doesn’t shut down in time before He gets through, that’s it. You have to run.

I’m sorry, Stanley.

-Ford

Stan flipped the note over, gritting his teeth when he saw that was it. “God-” He pushed the heel of his hand up to his eye. “How the Hell am I supposed to even shut this thing down, Ford?!” He shouted down at the note. “What-” His throat cut out. “What kind of note even-” he stopped, looking down at the final words.

The portal was big and complicated, and Stan couldn’t just figure it out like it was a hotel shower. Instead of even writing down how to turn it off, Ford just-...

“Agh!” Stan folded the paper and tucked it into his back pocket before springing around towards the door of the control room. “Okay, fine! Fine, Stanford!” He shouted, pulling himself into the room. “Pin the whole world on a guy then forget to give him the instructions, fine! I’ll shut it down!”

He looked around at all switches and buttons. One of the machines near the corner was now pulled out of place, revealing a metal staircase in the wall. A huge rectangular chunk of thin drywall floating nearby. That must have been where Ford went, but he’d have to add ‘why was there a hidden staircase’ onto the monstrous pile of questions he already had going on.

Stan pulled himself over to some of the controls by the edge of the panels, pushing at different buttons and switches. He didn’t have to figure it all out, just enough to turn it off. Maybe push a big red button. He could do this.

After pushing at enough buttons, he glanced out the window and saw the portal still going, but to off to the right were blinking red lights.

When Stan pushed back out and over to the console of blinking lights, ‘MANUAL OVERRIDE’ was written plain as day across it with three keys already in place.

His smile slowly slipped off his face when he tried to turn one of the keys and it didn’t budge. He tried another, but it didn’t work either.

Okay. Okay, he was a resourceful man. They just all had to be turned at once or something. He’d done a lot harder stuff. It he just-

Stan spread so his hands were on the farthest keys then leaned down and bit on the middle one. No matter how much he tried though, he couldn’t do it.

If Ford had just been down here...! He grunted and pushed off to find a tool he could use to clamp down on the middle key, looking around a floating metal bench with all sort of stuff floating in the air around it. There were pliers, a blow torch, the nail gun, some tools...

A muffled and distant voice from above caught his attention.

“Stanford?!” He looked up above, then over towards the control room, but he could barely hear anything over the monstrously loud sound of the machine. Stan glanced back at everything, mind kicking into double-time. If Ford wasn’t busy with whatever then he had to-

“Stan! Stan, HURRY!” Ford’s voice cracked with a desperate urgency, closer and loud enough to be heard. “Shut it down! Please, you need to shut it down now!!”

He glanced back at the keys then to the portal.

If there was one thing Stan Pines knew he was good at, it was ruining things working perfectly fine, and in record time.

His eyes caught onto the huge beams of light that were big and judging by the looks of it - really important to keeping this machine running.

Stan turned back to glance over what he had, but the second he turned around he already knew.

Grabbing onto the large metal desk, he swung himself behind it and grimaced with his back against the wall as he kicked the thing with as much energy as he had right towards one of the beams. He watched it fly off, holding his breath.

As soon as the desk went into the beam of light it was instantly was shoved down with a loud metallic clang. It ricocheted back up only for the beam to push it down again a lot faster than before. It bounced with a horrific sound of scraping metal and sparks coming up from the bottom ring. The huge column of light flickered like a dying lightbulb before shutting off completely, leaving the room half as bright as before.

The portal seemed to stall, slowing down, but... it didn’t stop. The rim of light circling around the portal faltered, and Stan suddenly dropped, but was weightless again before he’d reached the ground.

Almost immediately afterwards, Stan heard a gratingly loud screeching noise, filtering out of the portal and into the room.

“Shit!”

Without even thinking, he grabbed the blow torch and flung it at the remaining beam of light.

Half a second afterwards, he realized what he’d done and shot off towards the control room for cover. As soon as he got a hand on the door frame there was a quick succession of noises behind him - metal banging against metal, a garbled sounding voice, then the loud boom.

The explosion went off behind him with a bright flash of light and scouring his back as he was knocking into the room. He flipped head over heels before hitting the elevator doors, and then tumbling to the ground as gravity finally came back.

Stan coughed, pushing himself up by his elbows to look up. The column of light was already gone, with a huge black scorch mark on the ground with a largely destroyed ring of metal.

The light of the portal was rippling apart and bubbled up only to dissipate entirely, leaving the cavernous room dark with the garbled screeching fading out as it did. The rumble of the machine was completely gone and he could hear everything falling back to the ground. The metal desk, all the tools, everything. Including something thudding down from the staircase nearby.

He saw a hint of beige up through the stairs before Ford actually came into view. His head cracking against the steps before he finally landed at the bottom of the staircase with most of his body sprawled out onto the floor.

Stan messily picked himself up. “Ya gotta be kidding me- Ford!” He wouldn’t be surprised if Ford had gotten a concussion at the very last minute, right now. “I swear, you better be okay.”

Ford opened his eyes, and pushed himself up from the staircase, staring right at him with an unexpected amount of malice.

Stan paused, having barely even started on his way over. “Uh, Ford?”

“Leave.” Ford said simply, and if looks could kill then Stan was sure there would have been a hole burned through him right now.

“Are-...” He hesitated, shell-shocked for a long second. “Ford, are you being serious, right now?! No! No, I’m not just walking out right now!”

“You ruined eve̞̥rythi̜̹̲͢n̵g̹.” Ford replied, voice seething and splitting apart and threading back together in a way that- didn’t sound real. “L̗̺̰eave̞͖͉.” Just the way Ford was even holding himself as he stood there felt like an open threat.

Stan ground his teeth together. “No.” He told him, steadfast in front of the alien behavior.

He barely reacted, narrowing only one of his eyes before taking a step towards him.

Stan didn’t back down. He jabbed a finger at his brother’s chest. “After everything that just happened, I-”

The second they touched, his shoulder burned with another surge of energy running through him that zipped through his finger. Stan saw the bright orange electricity crackling down his arm, as quick as lightning, before hitting Ford’s body. Several splintering lines exploded out over his skin.

Stan’s eye widened and he jerked his arm back, too late for it to matter.

He was expecting Ford to scream in pain or flinch away. Which was what made it all the more concerning when Ford didn’t even make a sound. The intense glint in his eye instantly vanished without a trace as he fell backwards toward the staircase.

Stan’s gut dropped like a stone.

“Ford!” He reached out to grab Ford by the shoulder, but stopped himself in time. “Ford, I-I didn’t mean it!”

To his utter relief Ford opened his eyes again, blinking.

He put his hands on his knees, catching his breath.

Ford looked up at him, using the railing to lurch himself back up to his feet. Half-dazed, he glanced over through the window then back to him. “Stan.”

“Listen, Ford, it- I swear, it was an accident.” Stan started.

Suddenly, Ford let go of the railing and wrapped his arms around Stan. He latched onto him. No burst of energy or bright orange electricity zapping Ford.

“Ford..?” What was going on? One second he wants him gone, then there was that electricity again, and now...

“I didn’t know if you’d make it back.” Ford said, a bit suddenly. He paused, like he was on the edge of saying something more, but it never came out. All he did was keep a tight hold onto Stan. It was like he was trying to keep him on the ground with him. As if, even now, he thought Stan was going to float back up into the air

Stan hugged him back and closed his eyes, letting himself hold onto the moment. After everything - the past half hour, the past decade.. He just wanted at least a couple seconds.

He shakily breathed out, maybe taking a bit more than just a couple seconds, but so what if he went a little over. Besides, when would he ever get the chance for something like this again.

“What’s..” He sighed, tired and sore before just openly asking him. “Sixer, what’s going on?”

“I... messed up.”

He didn’t know what Ford was talking about, but he had to crush down hopes that were already springing up. Last time he’d let that happen, Ford had told him to get as far away as possible from him. “You told me to leave not even half a minute ago, Ford...”

At that Ford tensed up, pulling back, and putting his hands on Stan’s shoulders. “No.” He said, oddly urgent. “No. No, that wasn’t-” he shook his head. “That wasn’t me.”

“Heh. Hate to break it to you, but there was nobody else here to say it.” Stan told him. “If this is how you joke around now, I can’t say I’m a big fan.” Not that it’d even seemed like a joke back then. Maybe it was his mind coming right off of a concussion though. Or maybe that’s what was happening now.

“No. No, you have to understand! That was-” he faltered, glancing away momentarily. “Someone inhabiting my body- it’s hard to explain.”

Or.. that, he guessed. “That’s hah-” Stan ran a hand through his hair. “Really?”

Ford nodded his head. “What else did-.. What else did ‘I’ do?”

“Got zapped by this weird electricity then got up like it didn’t even happen.” A thought came to him. “Were you the one making that happen?

“The what?” Ford made a slight face.

“The electricity thing, it’s already happened twice now and- ugh.” Stan rubbed his hands over his face. “Look, I got a whole list of questions, and that one was really high up on the list, Sixer.”

Ford breathed out, putting a hand to his head. “Okay ah... electricity.” He concentrated for a second, glancing over him and getting distracted. “What about the cuts?”

“The what?” Stan stopped to look down at himself. On the right side of his midsection was a fresh cut that was bleeding over onto his jacket. He stood there for a long moment. He didn’t even remember any of that happening. “Huh... didn’t notice that.”

Ford grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards the elevator and pushing the button. “That’s not a good sign. Increased adrenaline levels for periods of time can increase risk of bodily harm going unnoticed.” He kept going on, babbling about this or that medical thing all seeming more for his own benefit than trying to actually explain it to Stan. “Then- then I have to think about the electricity, depending on the amplitude that could numb your muscles. You’re at least not pale though so you shouldn’t have lost a lot of blood.”

Stan waved a hand, trying to ease him down. “I’ve survived a lot worse, poindexter. One cut isn’t going to kill me, especially after everything that just happened.”

His brother hesitated. “The blood loss it what kills you, and the infection.” His eyes widened then. “There could be alien infectants inside the wounds, that could be it.”

“Okay. Okay, alright. Well, let’s clean it up before I get the space flu or something.” He pointed to him then. “You’ve got a lot to explain though.”

“I’ll try.” Ford promised.

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