So like the title says, this is an alternate ending to DAMVTF. This is the idea that I had originally thought was going to happen back when this episode premiered. Of coarse we ended up getting the freaking apocalypse instead. :'D

But anyway, I decided that my original theory would at least make a decent fanfic so here we are. Enjoy!

Gravity Falls belongs to Alex Hirsch.

Enjoy~!

This was not supposed to happen. This was not how the mission was supposed to turn out.

Dipper Pines clung to the side of the zooming, silver colored space ship, praying that the magnet gun he had duct-taped to his hand would continue to hold. The wind roared in his ears and his brown hair fluttered all over the place as the spaceship zigged and zagged and ducked and spun and thrashed and did anything and everything it could to send the little boy flying from its side.

Dipper turned his head and looked over at the glass dome next to him where his Great Uncle Stanford lay unconscious after having been captured and, as of a few moments ago, knocked unconscious after being tossed around and hitting his head during the terrifying ride.

Time was running out. Any second now the space ship would be taking off to space, taking Ford with him. Dipper would be damned if he let that happen! He was not going to lose his family!

But how? Ford was trapped, he himself was struggling to not fall to his death and his knowledge of this type of technology was slim to none at best!

Still, he had to at least try something.

The boy fought against the winds and pulled himself up till he was able to reach the controls on the magnet gun. "Okay, lets try...magni-pulse!"

He turned the control and the gun began to glow. A blue, electric looking circle pulsated from the gun and traveled through the ship. The ship suddenly jolted and black smoke began to billow from the rear and Dipper screamed in fear as he felt the ship begin to fall.

The boy could only watch as the Gravity Falls forest began to rush closer and closer into his view. Full grown trees were ripped from the ground and tossed about as if they were rag dolls and the ship jolted asit crashed to the ground and skidded through the dirt, leaving a trail and throwing Dipper off in the process. A sharp pain wracked itself through his skull as he hit the ground and then everything went black.

Pain. All he felt was pain in every single inch of his body. Every muscle screamed, every bone ached and his head pounded in his skull with a horrible headache.

A low but pained groan escaped Dipper's throat as he slowly opened his brown eyes and was greeted by the bright blue sky. At first the boy just laid there for a few seconds not wanting to move. But then the memory of what just occurred, along with the realization that his uncle was still trapped on the ship.

In an instant, Dipper forgot about his pain and he lept to his feet, running as fast as his injured body allowed him to, to get to his uncle. Dipper's heart stopped and dropped down to his stomach as he got closer to the ship. He could see the dome prison his uncle was trapped in.

Trapped in...and not moving.

"Oh no! Oh no, no, no, no, no, no!" the tween chanted as he finally reached the ship. He pounded his fist onto the glass before he noticed a slit right down the middle. He pushed against the sides of the slit and the dome opened with relative ease a she rushed inside to the old man.

Ford still lay unconscious. Bruised and scratches and dry blood marring every visible bit of skin and the sleeve of his beloved trench coat ripped, displaying a nasty looking scratch.

But it wasn't the injuries that scared Dipper the most. It was the fact that his Gruncle wasn't Moving!

He didn't expect Ford to be moving. The man got a very nasty konk on the head so of coarse he wouldn't be moving. But this was different. Not a finger twitched. Not an eye fluttered. He didn't even look like he was breathing!

He looked...He looked like he was...

Dipper shook his head of the horrible thoughts. He couldn't dwell on them now. Ford needed him! They had to get out of there!

"Come on! Wake up man!" Dipper begged, his voice sounding hysterical and desperate, as he grabbed Ford's hand and attempted to drag the body out of the dome. "We got to get out of here before-"

He froze hearing buzzing and clanging noises behind him and then once again, Dipper found himself frozen with fear. No...no, no, no it couldn't be!

The boy turned around and came face to face with the smoking security bot from the ship. Electric shocks jolted through the floating silver ball of death and Dipper felt his blood run cold once again.

This really was not his day.

The bot floated over getting uncomfortably close to Dipper and scanned him. Dipper quickly got to his feet and automatically stood protectively in front of his still unconscious uncle.

"Hey! Uh-I'm warning you! I got a magnet gun!" he declared, pointing the still duct-taped weapon at the circular robot.

The robot beeped and buzzed, detecting the threat. The top of the robot opened up and out came a giant laser gun which pointed itself right at Dipper, ready for the kill.

But Dipper stood his ground. He had come to far to give up now. He would not go down without a fight. Ford needed him. That was all that mattered.

"Oh yeah!? You think you can scare me?! Do your worst! Nothing in this universe is going to take away my uncle! So show me what you got!"

A moment passed. Then another. Sweat poured down Dipper's temple and he gritted his teeth, his finger on the finger of the magnet gun, ready to shoot. He wasn't going to die today. He was not going to be defeated by some floating metal ball! He was determined to live and get his uncle help! He was not going to go down line this!

Dipper blinked as the robot blinked and retracted the gun back inside itself. It beeped again, louder and frantically. The metal ball shook and smoke erupted from it once more as it self destructed and Dipper instantly felt a wave of relief wash over him.

"I...I-I did it..." he said between pants, a hand on his racing heart. A wide, proud smile pulled at his lips. "I did it! Haha! I actually did it! Great Uncle Ford I-" but the sentence died on his lips as he turned around and laid eyes on his still injured and too still for comfort Uncle.

As soon as it came, the relief he had felt was once again replaced with that sickening feeling of dread and fear. Dipper kneeled down next to the elderly man and watched him worriedly for any sign of life. His hands shook and he reached out, nervously placing two fingers on his uncles neck.

A pulse! Ford was still alive!

...But for how long?

The relief that Dipper had felt disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared. The pulse was weak. It was weak and Ford was cut and bruised and possibly had something that was broken. Or internally bleeding?!

The brunette tween bent down and grabbed his uncle by the shoulder and then proceeded to shake it. "Great Uncle Ford! Come on! Wake up! W-We got to get you to a hospital!"

But he wouldn't budge. Not a groan. Not a twitch. Nothing. Dipper felt the cold grip of fear lace its cold unforgiving fingers around his heart. He switched from trying to awaken his elder to attempting to drag him instead. Dipper groaned and gritted his teeth as he attempted to drag his uncle. They only made it about three feet before Dipper was forced to stop to catch his breath.

It was no use. Ford was too heavy and it was a long way back to the Shack. That and the dragging could possibly make whatever injuries Ford had even worse.

He couldn't help him.

Dipper stubbornly squeezed his eyes shut and desperately fought back the tears that were forming.

He was scared.

He was alone.

Helpless.

The twelve, almost but not quite thirteen year old looked around for help he knew wasn't there. He looked back down at the old man. The man who had remained a mystery for most of the summer. The one who he had gotten to know at first through his private writings in his journals and then to know for real. He had to help him now but he couldn't do it alone.

"I'll be back. Just hang on!"

And with that, he dropped the hand and took off running into the woods, leaving the unconscious man alone in the woods.

"Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo~ Sewing a raccoons head onto a dead beaver's body~ Doo, doo doo~"

The happy little, though slightly morbid tune, filtered through the desserted giftshop of the Mystery Shack at Stan stood behind the counter, sewing his newest attraction for the Mystery Shack.

"Alright. Just few more stitches and this should be good and ready for displa-OW!" Stanley yelped as he pricked his finger (for the fourth time) with his sewing needle. The old man looked down at his finger and frowned at the small bead of red that had began to form. He reached for the box of band-aids and struggled to work the bandage out of its paper wrapping when his attention was brought to the sound of the door opening. "Oh heya Mabel."

But the usually happy-go-lucky pre-teen girl was anything but.

Mabel's body sagged and her head was down low, staring at the floor as she walked right past her uncle, not bothering to return his greeting. Stan watched, frowning with worry as she disappeared around the corner and heard her make her way up to the attic.

"Oh boy." Stan mumbled, setting his hybrid bevcoon aside and rose from his kitchen table chair. He crossed the room to the fridge and reached in, pulling out a can of Pit Cola soda before heading up the stairs. Once there, he knocked on the door before opening it slightly and poking his head in. "Hey, everything alright, pumpkin?"

He found his great niece lying on the floor, her open scrapbook underneath her and Waddles sound asleep next to her. The old man opened the door fully and entered, sitting on the floor next to her.

"I just can't believe the summer's almost over." the brunette girl sighed, sadness in her voice. She sat up and looked down at her scrapbook, flipping a page. On the page was a picture of Wendy and the rest of her friends, along with Dipper and Mabel. Everybody was smiling for the camera and making peace signs. (Minus Robbie who was sulking, as usual) and now that I know how awful high school is going to be...I'm in no hurry to start that trainwreck."

"Ah." Stan said, realization dawning on him. He scooted closer to the twelve, soon to be thirteen year old, and threw an arm over her tiny shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. "Nobody likes getting older. But just because you're growing up doesn't mean you have to grow up, ya know? I mean, look at me. I'm pushing seventy and I still eat ice cream for dinner!"

This was the truth. In fact, he had done that exact thing last night because he was too lazy to cook. (And he just wanted ice cream for dinner)

"But I don't want to say goodbye to Gravity Falls." Mabel protested, leaning against her Grunkle, resting her head on his chest.

A sharp pain made it's way through Stan's heart. He had been dreading this day for awhile now. He didn't want them to say goodbye to Gravity Falls either. He didn't want to say goodbye to Dipper and Mabel. Now that Ford had disowned him, they were the only family he had left.

Not to mention the deal that he had made with Ford that night he first got back from the other deminsion. Once the twins had returned home, Stan was to pack up his stuff, give Ford back his house and name, and leave. Come the first of September, he would have no home and no family. He'd be all alone again.

The older man shook his head, forcing these thoughts to the back of his mind. His niece was sad and she needed him. "Well at least whatever happened this summer, you'll always have your brother through thick and thin." He said grinning widely before frowning again. "Not everyone can say that, ya know?"

They both jumped as they heard a loud bang as the door was flung open downstairs, followed by the sound of frantic running feet and a hysterical paniced voice.

"GRUNKLE STAN!? MABEL?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"Dipper?" Mabel raised her eyebrows in confusion and worry.

"Come on." Stan said as he jumped to his feet and the two of them hurried down the stairs. "Hey Dipper what's all the screaming abo-HOLY MOSES!"

The child looked like he had been through literally hell and back. His clothes were ripped, his hat was missing and bruises and cuts covered every visable inch of his body. His brown eyes were wide and filled with fear and panic, looking slightly relieved when he spotted his family.

"Bro-Bro are you okay!?" Mabel gasped running down the rest of the stairs to her twin, starting to look over him.

"Dipper what the heck happened to ya?!" Stan demanded going over to the boy to inspect the damage.

Dipper's body shook along with his voice as he hurriedly tried to explain what had occurred. "M-Me and Great Uncle Ford were exploring this old alien space ship looking for some special glue to fix a crack in the rift! B-But we got attacked by this security robot pod thing and Ford got trapped and we crashed in the forest and I had a magnet gun and-"

"Whoa, whoa whoa, kid slow down!" the conman interrupted. "You're not making any sense."

Dipper mentally facepalmed himself. He had forgotten then neither Stan nor Mabel knew anything about the rift. "Never mind all that! The point is Great Uncle Ford is hurt!"

The world stopped and Stan felt his heart leap into his throat. "...He's what?!"

The young boy started to shake again and tears threatened to spill over his eyes. "H-He's hurt Grunkle Stan! He's hurt really bad! H-he's unconscious and he wont wake up! I-I think he's...I-I think he's..."

Stan felt sick to his stomach. No...No this was not happening! He just got his brother back! He couldn't lose him!

"Oh no..." he heard Mabel whimper and out of the corner of his eye he saw her looking just as terrified as he felt. "Grunkle Stan we have to help him!"

She was right. Even if they weren't on speaking terms at the moment, they were still family.

Quickly, the old con man got to his feet and ran to the kitchen to get his car keys. "Show us the way Dipper."

The old car zoomed through the town to the edge of the forest. Stan following Dipper's directions until they reached the edge of the woods. Stan immediately noticed some of the trees were knocked down but ignored that as he and the twins exited the car and ran into the woods on foot.

"He's over here!" Dipper exclaimed as he ran toward's a ditch made from the ship crashing and dragging into the ground.

Stan ran ahead, following where his nephew was pointing and looked in the ditch. His heart stopped and his eyes bulged seeing the state his twin brother was in. "O-Oh...O-h my gawd."

Mabel gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. Tears filled her brown eyes and she turned her head, not able to look at her beloved uncle.

"I-I tried to drag him back to the shack but-but he's too heavy and I couldn't g-get him out of the ditch." Dipper said quietly, sniffling and blinking back more tears. He had never felt so helpless in his life.

Stan said nothing. Forcing himself to snap out of it, he jumped down into the ditch and gently picked up his brother bridal style. He tried to not notice how limp his older brother was in his arms. He head lolling to the side.

"Come on. We have to get him to a hospital!"

So with the three of them working together, they managed to get Ford out of the ditch and Stan carried him back to the car. Once the unconscious scientist was laid in the back seat, the other three members of the Pines family squeezed in and off they went.

Part 2 will be out ASAP.

Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day/afternoon/night wherever you are!