Okay but: AU where Weirdmageddon doesn’t happen, and Stan leaves at the end of the summer. He makes his excuses by taking the kids home, so no one questions why he’s leaving, and when Wendy turns up a day or two later to see if he made it home all right she finds out that Ford kicked him out and tears him a new asshole before informing him, with no room for argument, that they are going to go find his brother and bring him home.
“He was just fixing his mistakes when he brought me back.”
“Cool, that means he understood there was a mistake to fix. Now it’s your turn.”
“My turn for what?”
“To fix your mistakes. Grab your keys, we’re goin’ on a road trip.”
“I, uh. I don’t have a vehicle. Or a valid driver’s license.”
“That’s fine, Stan taught me how to hotwire a car, and Blubbs and Durland are easy to con, they won’t be a problem. Come on, we’ll pick up something from Bud Gleeful’s. He owes Stan a favor anyway, since Gideon tried to kill him a few weeks ago. Now come on. We’re getting Stan back.”
“What if I don’t want him back?”
This was, apparently, the wrong thing to say, because Wendy rounded on him and Ford was not afraid of a child, he wasn’t, but the girl was furious and it rolled off of her in waves so he took an instinctive step back anyway.
“Listen pal, you’ve been an absolute tit all month and I didn’t say anything cause I didn’t think it was my business, but Stan spent thirty years getting you back and if you think it’s okay to just throw him out of his home just cause you wanna be a whiny little bitch about some stupid accident, then you’re no worse than your dad.”
“I am not like my father.”
“Good.” She grabbed his coat off of the armchair where he’d lain it, and tossed it at him. It hit him in the face; he suspected this was on purpose. “Let’s go prove it, then.”
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