Maybe Its Not Too Late

Overall: A post-weirdmageddon asexual Fiddauthor fic in which revelations occur, a confession goes awry, some unfinished business reemerges in the form of a raging pterodactyl, and chaos ensues. (vaguely romantic - hugs/hand holding/cuddling/comfort, no kisses - just adding that so I don't disappoint anyone who's hoping for it - or maybe for the sake of people (like me) who sometimes like to read something without ;))(Edit - No romantic kisses. There's a forehead kiss between family members at one point.)*It would probably be good to mention that most of this was written before the journal came out and even after, I tried to keep true to the ideas formed before reading it with one exception that is noted later. Chapter: Mabel helps Ford clear up some misconceptions about himself but the revelations drag up old feelings he thought he’d made peace with decades ago.