Stan sat Dipper down. "Don't move, I'll be right back with some equipment." He said.

Dipper begged his sister to stay with him, in fear something terrible might happen when she leaves. Stan came back, dragging a bunch of equipment with him. He put a suction cup thingy on Dipper's gem, connecting the others on different parts of his body. Dipper looked worried. "Will these make it better?" He asked.

"No, but it will give us a lot more information." Stan hesitated. "On how to fix it."

Dipper sighed. "Bien, parce-que ce petit fraction commence de faire... eugh, bizarre."

Mabel gawked at Dipper. "...Stan?" She asked worriedly. Why was her brother speaking Spanish?

Stan gave her a nervous smile and patted her head. "Mabel, sweetie, go get ready for bed and I'll work on fixing your brother."

The girl nodded, hesitantly leaving for bed.

"...Quoi?" Dipper asked.

"Me too, Dip... Me too." Stan replied, confusing the blue child. The two sat in silence as Stan was watching Dipper's readings with calculative eyes. After a while, it showed nothing. The kid didn't even have a pulse anymore.

"Grunkle Stan?" Dipper started, holding onto his left arm. "Est-ce que tu peu me prendre au l'hôpital?"

Stan squinted. "I think you're asking for the hospital but I'm not sure." Stan huffed. "We still can't take you to the hospital though. They'll freak."

Dipper realized no one understood what he was trying to say, so he dropped his remaining questions and nodded.

By the time the sun finished setting, then rose again Stan had tried everything to fix his grand-nephew's gem. From band-aids to hot glue to sealer. He didn't even want to try sewing it. The worst part was that Dipper had only gotten worse. His communication was down to squeaks and body movement. Soon, he might lose even that.

"How's my fav guys doing- woah!" Mabel gasped. Dipper looked like he was a hallucination or something, flickering from translucent to lucent in a flurry of blurs. He laid on the couch, ill. His gem somehow managed to crack more under stress.

Stan didn't look too hot either. He had ruffled hair and bags that could hold groceries under his eyes. He had loads of writing on his notepads, but most of it was only point form.

"You know what you guys need? Some cheering up!" She started unplugging Dipper from the machine. "Let's go get some breky and be happy!"

Stan sighed. "A break? Ok, I can live with that. I'll make Stan Cakes."

Dipper gazed towards Mabel sadly, in a depressed manor. "Come on, Dip!" She pulled on his arm, and with almost no effort, it stretched.

Dipper squeaked in response. His arm just stretched effortlessly; and is now a literal noodle. Mabel laughed nervously. "It- It's fine..." She rolled his arm into a ball and put it on top of him. "See? Don't worry Dipper. Yo sister has yo back."

Dipper held his hair with his other hand, about to hyperventilate and cry. They needed to fix his gem. Stat. He let go of his hair and carried his arm, he tried to get up, but failed. He collapsed an his feet, and fell to the floor. He couldn't feel his heart beat. The biggest feeling he experienced was the inflation and deflation of his lungs.

Mabel glanced to the kitchen, then back to Dipper. "Stan! There's something wrong with Dipper!" She shouted.

Stan rushed in, as soon as he seen the situation, he sent Mabel to check on the Stan cakes. Stan pushed up his glasses. He had a backup for if something like this ever happened. "We need to find Hematite." He said.

Dipper squeaked in a questioning tone.

"She is a powerful healing gem of balance, intelligence and happiness. The legends say she can heal anything in no time. The thing is... she hasn't been heard from in over 30 years. Seen her once, she really was beautiful, and seriously not my type though." He sighed. "Other than her, I'm not sure who can help ya, kid... unless."

He looked at where Dipper's gem was placed and rubbed his chin. He sighed as he lifted Dipper up and carried him like a groom carries his bride. "Mabel make the pancakes to go. We're going to pay a visit to a gem collector." He paused them grumbled to himself. "Hopefully, she's as good as Hematite."

Stan made sure Dipper was as comfortable as he could be in the back of the car. His other kid sat next to him in front.

He parked in front of a small, cleaned up building that looked like it was for business. He grabbed a blanket from the trunk and covered Dipper in it, to hide his arm. He carried the boy inside.

"Dr. Soda, please." He asked. The teller nodded and paged the therapist right away. A pale woman with long dark blue hair walked in.

"Stanford, I never thought I'd see you again, come with me into my room." She directed the group to her room, seeming to ignore the child in her old friend's arms. She got Stan to lay the kid on the couch. "How long have you had him for?"

"They're just here for the summer, you know, fresh air and what not." Stan replied.

The therapist cocked her eyebrow. "Where were they before?"

"Back home in Piedmont.... uh, Mabel, why don't you wait in the lobby? Grown ups are talking." Stan said.

Knowing what that usually meant, Mabel let out a noise of disgust. "Thanks for the warning." She backed out of the room.

"Now, seriously... How long, and why. I know you know, Stan." She said, wanting answers.

"Sodalite, there's kids present!" He gestured to Dipper who was squeaking and trying to reach the door from the couch. The woman looked at Dipper and seen his distress. She went close to him and lifted his chin gently with her hand.

"Calm yourself, young one. Your friend will be okay, you will be okay without your friend. You can be independent here, it's fine." She reassured kindly. Dipper calmed and looked to the ceiling, his one long arm laying on the floor. She turned to Stan and glared. "I'll get answers from you later. For now, I need to know where his gem is."

"The thing is on the kid's forehead." Stan said.

Sodalite brushed Dipper's bangs out of the way. She rested her thumb on it and concentrated. "This makes it so much easier, then." Within a few moments, Dipper's gem twinkled and his arm, along with his body slowly morphed back the way it was.

Dipper smiled in relief and joy as he looked over his once deformed arm. "Yes! Thank you!" He cheered. After those few relieved moments, he had to ask. "What happened and how'd you do that?"

"I used my healer's powers, although they prove more effective when used mentally. I'm just glad your gem was close enough to your head." She smiled.

Dipper blushed and tried to cover it up with his hair. "Please don't tell." He whimpered, looking into the metallic pole of a nearby lamp, trying to cover it. "Wait, did you say powers? You healed me with magic? No way! I knew magic and other crazy stuff was real!"

Sodalite glared at Stan hatefully. "Lune, go see your friend, I need to have a talk with your... guardian."

Dipper held onto one arm. "Uh... Ok; and my name's not Lune, call me Dipper next time, please. Mabel's also my sister. And-"

"That's enough from you." Stan laughed nervously and pushed Dipper out of the room and held it shut. He smiled too wide to be real as Sodalite glared at him. "Kids, am I right?"