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Ford ran into the woods, his feet picking up grass behind him. His determination was rising with every footfall, his brow furrowing with every thump, thump! noise he made. Stanford Pines was on a mission. A mission to find Mothman and take back what he owes--

“OUGH!”

Suddenly the older man was on the ground, his body laying on top of something soft. He groaned, “urgh… What on Earth…?” When he looked down, he blushed a bright shade of red-- A woman! A woman was under him! He landed right on top of her, her back to him, and he couldn’t help how his senses were invaded by her scent…

Sweet lavender, like the forest around them, and her hair was such a lush, pale gray. Practically silver! And she--

“Hey, are you even listenin’, pal?!”

Ford snapped out of his trance, “Oh! Oh, I’m so sorry, I…” He shook his head, lifting himself off of her using his hands, but in that instant, Ford felt a finger trace one of his, skyrocketing the hairs on his nape. “Um, p-pardon m-”

“Stanford? Stanford Pines…?” She sounded hopeful, but frightened as well. Ford, only picking up on the former, arched his brow and leaned back as she turned--

If the author wasn’t fascinated by this woman, surely he was now-- He recognized her just as she did him.

“Penelope Wright?” The two stayed there for only a few moments until he quickly, yet clumsily, moved off of her. “I-I had no idea you were still in town…!” He exclaimed, to which she positioned herself on her back to respond. “No, I’m just on vacation… Ford,” She winced as she said his name, as if her joints hurt from more than just the fall. “I… didn’t expect you. Here. In my garden.”

“Garden?” He looked around-- and it certainly was a garden. However, it wasn’t filled with the typical peonies and daffodils, but rather the more enchanted species of flora! Glacier Hibiscus, Ammi Ordinaire, Icros Clove… Most, if not all, of the arcane flowers Ford knew were centralized right here, in…

In his ex girlfriend’s garden in the woods.

“Wow… I had no idea you could plant these! How in the multiverse did you get Angel Tansies to grow next to Slyllis Fleurir?! They’re completely different climates!” As Ford geeked out over the blossoms, Penelope sat up and stretched her arms, she’s not the young woman she used to be. Doing so made her groan in irritation, getting Ford’s attention before he became too enraptured by the flora.

“I’m sorry,” Ford held out a hand for her to take, to which she not-so-gladly did. She scoffed as she stood, “Sorry for what, exactly?” “Oh, well, you know!” He gestured with one six-fingered hand in front with the other held behind him, “Knocking you over! Good thing you weren’t holding anyhting dangerous or valuable!” His grin was too calculated to be truly genuine, a fact in which the gardener noticed.

“Just the fall, huh? Well, that seems about right,” Penelope sighed, moving to tend to the aformentioned Tansies, watching the violet bees do the same. Ford looked to the ground, avoiding her gaze…

A long time ago, Ford and Penelope hadn’t been on the best of terms. When his trusted friend and assistant Fiddleford had quit the Portal project after seeing the other side of it, Ford began to fall into a paranoia he had never felt nor seen before. He scratched at nothing, he murmured to no one, and most of all, he had vicious night terrors about Bill-- the being he once called muse that had betrayed him, and turned him into that frantic man. He had hurt his Penny many times-- always on accident, but hurt her nevertheless. In the silence that kept them sewn in that moment, Penny thought of the six-fingered bruises he had left on her arms all those years ago… the splattered blood on the tables and counters, and being woken up by screams every. Single. Night. She hadn’t realized how long ago that was… almost 30 years ago, now. In the same moment, he had realized that, too. He thought about what may have happened, what might have not. Did she hate him now? He knew he would… Did she still love him? That seemed even scarier than the previous thought. What had she done while he was in the multiverse? “Well? What are you still doing here?” She asked, moving to the Cloves and whispering ancient words to make them bloom. He looked to her and persed his lips into a thin line, hesitating a moment before speaking, “.... I was looking for Mothman. He owes me money for-” “For when he stole y’funnel cakes?... I remember.” Penny interrupted. The author smiled, his ears going pink. Without his permission, his feet led him to her-- his front facing her back, just like a few minutes ago (yet this time, vertical). Feeling his breath on her collar, she tensed, biting her lip hard to keep from making any kind of noise.

When she felt his unique hands on her sides, she flinched. He immediately stopped, fingers twitching where they were. Penny had no idea what he thought he was doing, and a big part of her wanted him to stop, but anopther part of her wanted him closer-- wanted him beside her. Stuck in her thoughts, Ford pulled closer, wrapping his arms around her middle. She leaned back on his warm stomach on instinct, and nestled her head in the crook of his collar.

In that moment in time, everything was serene. A tense, careful air was amuck, but the motions carried out were ever so smooth. Ford held Penny tighter against him as he whispered, “Penny… “ Her breath hitched, finally letting the tears fall. “Penny, I’m sorry.” His apology was even quieter than her name was. She shook gently in his arms as he continued, looking off to the side in embarassment.

“I was a fool burdened with a demon, Penny. I never should have let you get hurt... You meant so much to me.” He stroked her stomach with his thumb, attempting to comfort her. “You still do.” Penny’s arms found themselves laying on top of his, feeling the fabric of the trench coat he donned. “I found the pictures we took, in the basement…” He chuckled, “Well, Stanley found them-- nestled between our comforter… He said he wanted me to have them.”

Penny swallowed down her pride, “Do you have them with you?” “No, they’re at the Shack, safe and sound.” She couldn’t help but be a little disappointed, her shoulders dropping just a cinch. After a moment, he continued, “In the portal, my memories had begun to fade away from my home. Survival was my only cross to bare, then… “ He somehow managed to nestle even closer to her, resting his head atop hers, “Looking at those polaroids, I couldn’t believe I had forgotten how beautiful you were.”

The woman didn’t know how to respond to him. He hurt her, he did, but… She also missed him. Immensly. What she had done with her life, she wouldn’t change, but the fact that he was here, with her, in her garden, holding her just like he used to after three decades, saying that he had missed her too, had made her remember how much she loved and adored this man.

Ford carefully interjected her thoughts, “What are you thinking..?” He didn’t know if he wanted the answer, but he waited anyway. “I…” Penny lifted a hand to her cheek and huffed, casting her eyes downwards. In the next moment, she turned to face him, moving her lifted hand to his cheek, feeling the itchy texture of his face, her other hand resting on where his chest and shoulder met. He had moved his arms so they simply rested on her hips now, his fingers twitching in anticipation, his whole body leaned in to her touch.

She searched his face for the answer, hoping to find it somehow. “I missed you, too.” His lips curled softly, blink-and-you'll-miss-it softly, beginning to pull her closer. She stopped him, however, and pulled away, using her hands now to take his off of her. Ford’s eyes scrambled for the opportunity to find what he did wrong, in that moment-- Was she unhappy? Did he frighten her? He didn’t want to drive her away anymore. He opened his mouth to speak, but when nothing came out, he balled his hands into fists, frustrated with his own brain.

Penny understood him-- She always understood him. It took a bit of time to do so, way back when in high school. But she knew that he was desperate for her. “I know, you want this again… “ She gestured to the two of them, “but I need time, Ford. Can you do that for me…?” He raised his head a tad, and straightened himself while folding his hands behind his back. “Of course… thank you, Penny.”

She smiled despite herself, and moved her hand to rub his bicep, then give a squeeze and let go. He nodded to her, then turned to leave her to her flora.

On his way out, he tripped on a pot, leaving him to stumble a bit. Penny looked over to him with an amused expression, while he was red as a rose. He waved a bit, laughing as he picked up the small pot and placed it on a resting chair. Penny giggled quietly at Ford as he left the garden.

What will she do with that man… Oh, she wonders.

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