A/N: Well, here it is. I'm super nervous to see if this chapter meets your expectations. I had this scene planned for awhile but I wasn't sure how to exactly introduce it. Therefore, you have this mess.
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"Mabel, can I ask you something?"

Mabel looked up briefly, leaning over the blender of pink liquid. She waved a hand, turning back to plop in a plastic dinosaur into the liquid. "Sure, go ahead and shoot. You drinking any of this?"

Dipper mulled over his words, pausing to look down at his half-filled mug of coffee. He had stayed up late the night before to run things over with Tambry. Today they were finally going to sit down with Ford and discuss getting him in as head Alpha. Everything was currently in Limbo.

They had been going over everything for a week. Bill had studied the files on the ABO elections and had looked more and more exhausted as the week passed. If there was one thing he respected, it was Bill's persistence and hard work. Sure, he was a total doof but he was a smart ass doof who wouldn't go into anything blind.

After Bill made a condensed version and shared it with them, they were ready to get the show on the road. Even Mabel was participating, gearing up her activist groups around the world to support her uncle.

He grabbed a thermos from a cabinet and dumped the rest of his coffee inside before holding out a hand for the infamous Mabel Juice. He had loved the unholy concoction Mabel had created when he was in school. It may leave glitter on his teeth for years but it kept him awake when he needed it most. He filled up the rest of it, smirking when a T-Rex fell inside the thermos.

He handed it back, twisting the cap on and gazing at his sister nervously. She seemed to catch on, stopping when she had been about to down the juice. "Is everything alright?"

"Fine." He said automatically, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I was just, uh, wondering. Does Bill, uh, smell any different to you lately?"

Mabel's eyebrows rose. "Uh, I don't think so? Bill's scent is Alpha so I kind of block it out naturally."

Dipper huffed in slight frustration. "It's just, it's a little strong lately. I don't know if it's just me or what."

Mabel hummed, drinking up the liquid and gazing at a sparkly dinosaur. "You do smell like Bill. Has he been marking you with his scent?"

Dipper flushed, "No! That was only one time, and in an emergency."

She rolled her eyes, thrusting the drink out to him and smacking him with it. He let out a small distressed cry, the juice spilling over and staining his coat. "I'm just calling it as I see it. It makes me edgy when you come home smelling like you rolled around in his laundry."

"Ew, Mabel." He protested, grabbing some napkins to get the juice off. If he was lucky it would dry without staining. He would just get glitter absolutely everywhere. "So you really don't smell anything?"

Mabel pondered it, shaking her head when she couldn't come up with anything.

But then she stopped, nervously playing with her hair.

He sighed. "Spill it."

"Well, I read in a magazine that usually, when you become attracted to an Alpha intimately you start to prefer the scent over all others. Sort of like, tunnel vision for a mate." She grinned at him, not helping his annoyance at the theory.

He still felt himself blush when he remembered thinking those exact things the day before. "That's baseless knowledge made to enforce the stupid institutionalized views on ABO dynamics. So many Beta teenagers read that and think some Alpha on the football team is only meant for them. Baseless and fruitless knowledge!"

"Jeez, you're more uptight then Pacifica." She mumbled, taking another long swig of her drink.

He snapped at her, more of a playful punch that she returned with a sharp bite to the bottom of his jaw.

"It's probably nothing. You're gonna be late if ya don't skedaddle." She blew a raspberry at him as he rubbed his jaw, giving her a huff of anger at the mark it would probably leave. She had always done that as kids, not knowing her own strength. It was like when she punched his shoulder and sent him sprawling to the ground. She did stop to nuzzle his check, a small form of apology he accepted hesitantly.

"Yeah, yeah. See you tonight."


The moment he entered Bill's vehicle he almost wanted to turn back and call in sick.

Bill looked terrible. He was rubbing his eyes (even the one under the patch), slight bags under them and a tremble in his hands. The car made him feel dizzy for a moment when he sat down. He could instantly tell he was in a foul mood.

He slammed the door shut, making Bill growl as he turned to glare at him.

"Morning sunshine." He said sarcastically to his partner, watching the blonde roll his eye and turn to pull the car into drive. He was briefly worried; would Bill be okay during the meeting?

He took a drink of his Mabel juice and swirled it, hearing the dinosaur hit the sides of the thermos.

They sat in silence, Bill growling under his breath whenever some asshole cut him off.

At one point he slammed on the brakes, throwing his arm out the window in a visual display of anger. The snarl he let out made Dipper's stomach flip. He reached out, resting an arm across Bill's chest, grabbing his shirt and yanking him down. "Bill! Calm down!"

"He cut me off! Fuck you!" He flipped off the other car, turning the car and continuing on their way.

Dipper was beyond worried now. Bill did occasionally get pissed but he never got so dramatic. He had the type of quiet rage and when the switch was flipped did things get tense.

They remained silent and Dipper finished his coffee before they arrived.

"Are you ready to see Ford?" He asked once they had settled in. Bill had taken a seat, looking at him for a moment before blinking and nodding.

"Maybe, probably."

"Are you okay?" He sat down, not bothering to take off his jacket. His eyes didn't leave Bill's. The golden eye unfocused for a moment before he nodded.

"Peachy."

"Doesn't feel like it. We can push this for another day if you need it." I don't know what's stuck up your ass today but whatever.

"I'm Fine, Pine tree. Let's get this thing over with and get Gideon." Bill grabbed some files from the side, voice slightly sharp when addressing him.

Dipper frowned, opening his thermos and plucking the T-Rex from inside. He put it down on a free piece of his desk.

Bill momentarily paused to stare. "Do I want to ask why a plastic dinosaur came out of your coffee?"

"I mean, you could." Dipper shrugged, poking the head and watching it tip over. "But honestly, Mabel."

Bill let out a huff of "Huh," before continuing to look through the files.

They worked in silence, the dinosaur forgotten as they waited for Ford to make an appearance. They had the whole thing planned to the exact second. Dipper fidgeted more as Bill's behavior just continued to get stranger. He became unfocused on work and would stare at Dipper for certain amounts of time before looking away. Eventually, Dipper smelled his scent from across the table and something sort of clicked in his mind.

He stared at Bill in horror (There was a clenching in his gut as he realized he was hyperaware of Bill's mere presence now. His Omega was purring in absolute delight; he dreaded it).

"Bill!" He hissed. "Are you-?"

The door slammed open to Ford's office, the man on his ten minute break for coffee. Bill didn't seem to hear him as he stood and went straight to Ford. Dipper stumbled, eyes now wide in fright for Bill. Holy shit, this was not going to end well.

"Fordsie! Big break on the case!" Bill tossed his arm around Ford's shoulders and turned him around before he could grab his coffee. "We know how to take down the pig."

Ford's eyes gleamed. "Good job. What do you have to do?"

Bill looked at Dipper, waiting for him to answer but froze at the look of terror and dread that was probably on his face.

Dipper stuttered, face heating up. "It was an unanimous decision. We submit your file tonight, Great Uncle Ford."

Bill gently released Ford, picking up on Dipper's hesitance to continue. "You've gotta be next head Alpha!"

"What?!" His cry made the whole room turn. Ford glared at them as Bill returned to Dipper's side, nudging him gently.

"Grunkle Ford, you're the only Alpha we know who can take up the position. Bill is too creepy for it and there's no way Mabel would get picked with the prejudice already in the system." He held out his hands in a sign of surrender. He knew it wouldn't help but it was worth a shot.

"Think about it, once you get in power and knock out Gideon we can finally put him and all the other badies away!" Bill gave a shit eating grin, playing his part effortlessly. But Dipper noticed the tension on his shoulders and the way his posture remained slightly stiff.

"No, we are not having this conversation."

"We are! Let's have a vote! Who wants Ford to become the face of the ABO agency?" Bill turned, raising his arms to get the attention of the office.

The room broke out into whispers, everyone flickering their eyes to Ford nervously. Wendy stood up first.

"It's not a bad idea."

"Absolutely not." Ford said, making a motion with his hand. "We are not going to challenge the politics that run the agency. We risk being shut down for good."

"So what, are we just going to let them keep doing whatever they want?" There was a chorus of affirmatives at the question.

"Grunkle Ford, we have to do something against Gideon. We have an 80% chance that this will work." Dipper pleaded with his uncle. "He's not just going to disappear, it's going to get worse and all our progress will go down the drain."

"I'm not becoming a poster boy! He'll know in an instant what we're up to if he sees me!" Ford stopped, gazing at the room before pointing to his office. "Office. Now."

Ford didn't give them a choice as they were shoved into the small area. His uncle wasn't a very tidy man and his office showed it. There was paper everywhere and an absurd amount of pictures and pens on every available surface. The curtains were open for once which shed light onto the stains on the carpet and the large oak desk.

"What the hell are you two thinking?" Ford demanded, crossing around them after closing the door. "I asked you to look into the Strange case, not mess with politics and cause a damn mutiny in the agency!"

"Grunkle Ford, you know Gideon isn't going to let us off that easily now that he has all that power. He's planning something big, we have to stop this now."

"Dipper, there are just some things that are impossible right now. Gideon will shut down our sector the moment he realizes what we're doing. This is dangerous and reckless and you know it. I've taught you better." Ford pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke. "I don't know how you got this idea into your head but no. That is my final answer."

"That's not fair, Sixer." Bill exclaimed. "This sector is going down anyways with whatever the fuck Gideon is doing. You told us to look for a solution so we did!"

"Not a solution that could get us killed , Bill."

"The whole system is fucked!" Bill tossed his arms up, anger now entering his words. "If we don't do anything no one will! You think Gideon won't out Dipper the moment he gets everyone under his dirty thumb? Dipper's in danger just by that asshole being on top! Let's get a few things straight, okay? I could understand why you'd have to let Strange go on his request, I can respect that but this is shit. We have a plan to get this to work. We have connections, I have connections. We can actually do this."

"I am not going to risk this agency."

"You already are!" Bill jumped up, slamming his hands onto the desk. "You risked it the moment you let that greasy fuck have his way. This agency was made to have equality within the ABO society, everyone gets equal pay and Omega's won't be sold off as sex slaves! It was made to stop this stupid institutional thinking of Alpha's being the dominant species! They will put everyone beneath them and they will not be forgiving to anyone that isn't an Alpha."

"I did what I had to do, Bill. My hands were tied-!"

"I know!" Bill took in a shuddering breath. "And we are offering you the chance to get this Agency back into the hands of people who believe in change. We off the boss and everything else will come tumbling down. Are you too scared to take the only chance we have at fighting back?"

"You need to back off, Cipher!" Ford finally stood, a deep and threatening growl entering his words that held the power of an Alpha.

Dipper flinched at it, Omega submitting to a family member and he hated it. But then Bill snarled back. It was downright feral and something in Dipper shook in fear.

"Don't test me, Stanford. If there's one thing I do right it's making Alpha's submit." His voice was deep, a husky undertone of pure dominance that rivaled Ford's (It rivaled Ford's but Dipper knew it would win. He knew Bill was a monster when his dominance over others was challenged. He had seen Bill do terrible things under the influence of a growl like that).

Dipper's hands were shaking, wanting to clamp over his ears and leave before they started to claw at each other and fight. He knew why Bill was acting like a major ass today. He had figured it out before this whole thing started. Bill's scent was making him dizzy, appealing to him in a way he didn't want it to. Once the Pheromones hit he wasn't sure what would happen.

Instead, he let out his own snarl of frustration. He knew it would provoke the Alpha in Bill and stood when the blonde whirled on him.

Bill growled (that hit him right in the chest, everything screamed at him to submit while another half growled at him to challenge Bill), eye flashing as Dipper grabbed his head, dragging him close until he bit into Bill's jaw. It was a harsh bite, something meant to snap him out of it. He didn't even care that his uncle was right across from him. He scraped his teeth against skin, giving a deep throated growl.

"Calm. The fuck. Down."

Bill's breathing was pitched, his skin hot against Dipper's hands and face. It radiated almost pleasantly. There was a moment of silence, Bill caving and dipping his face into the crook of Dipper's neck. It was a heavy moment, Bill swallowing to gain back his surroundings once more.

(Something in Dipper roared, Bill had submitted to him in such a crucial moment.)

Bill inhaled his scent, small puffs of air leaving his lips and warming Dipper's throat.

Dipper finally released him, allowing Bill to pull away and cup his face. He didn't say anything to any of them, turning and throwing the door open before leaving.

Dipper didn't wait to chase after him. The office was watching intently, obviously having heard some of the shouting that had taken place. Bill didn't spare them a thought, grabbing his keys and leaving immediately.

"Bill." He called, jogging after the Alpha who was definitely shaking now. "Bill!" He tried again.

It wasn't until they reached the car that Bill turned around. "Don't mean to burst that pretty bubble of yours but you need to disappear. Now."

"You can barely hold your keys, you are not going to make it home." Dipper reached for his hand but Bill yanked away, skittering around him. His face was flushed and a certain fire was lit in his eyes.

"I don't need your help-!"

"Stop being such an asshole!" Dipper finally screamed, fed up. "Do you really think I'm gonna leave you alone right now?"

"You don't understand! This isn't something that goes away after fucking, this is dangerous!" Bill let out something like a whine, crossing his arms behind his head. He let out a hollow laugh. "One wrong move and I will rip out your throat."

"My twin sister is an Alpha you fuck, you think I don't know this-!"

"I'm not Mabel! And I am not a family member!" Bill slammed him against the car, using an arm to hold him in place. "Family bonds protect you from an Alpha! We don't have that and the last thing I want is your blood on my fucking hands!"

Dipper shoved Bill off of him. "Alpha's in heat-!"

"Heat! We aren't told that it's a fucking heat! We're told it's a fucking call to mate. Fuck the first Beta! Have them submit to you! Spread your seed like beta's line up to get fucked! That that's their only purpose! They don't tell you how fucking awful you feel afterwards or what happens if someone pisses you off! They don't tell you that this one moment is so fucking annoying you feel it under your skin for weeks." Bill turned away from him again, almost on the verge of a breakdown from the looks of it.

Dipper knew there was truth in that. Scientifically, Alpha's experienced a heat. It wasn't the same as Dipper's but the reason their bodies wanted it was the same. Every Alpha was told these things were natural and that they shouldn't worry about the repercussions, you were a fucking Alpha, after all, you could do whatever you want! He guessed it was similar to a deer in Rut season. Genetically, the heat was less frequent in Alphas. Alphas could impregnate others throughout the year without it. It was just the side effect of their bodies dealing with the extra genetic code that gave them a heat.

Leading research had made a recent breakthrough that had proved that Heats were slowing down in Beta's and Omega's. Dipper got his heats randomly for fucks sake. Some Beta's got them monthly while others merely didn't get them at all. He knew according to the research that the mix of genes was getting too narrow to properly survive. Humans, the genetic mutation, would eventually overpopulate them. Humans could have children anytime during the year, they weren't restricted to Heat's. Unless Beta's and the like received that same gift as humans then they were out of luck.

He felt his palms sweating as he gently raised them, extending them to Bill who was muttering to himself. "Bill, I need you to trust me."

The blonde gave a pained whine. "Don't do this to me. Don't make me do this to you."

"Bill." He said urgently. "Look at me."

It took a while before his partner turned, gazing at his hands.

"I trust you." Dipper said honestly, waiting for the other to get closer. "I trust you with so much. So come on. We are going to get through this, together, okay?"

"Dipper-!" There was probably a thousand rejections on Bill's lips but Dipper shut him up quickly.

"What I said previously still stands. What stand between us right now is our first truce, okay? Absolute faith in each other. I will be here to take care of you if something happens to you. As partners. As friends." He made sure that sunk in, feeling something in his stomach tense.

"Friends, this is torture. You can't-!"

"You fucked me during a heat, I'm sorry for fucking with your feelings. But I know for a fact if you don't come with me right now you are going to do something you regret. I'm offering because I want to. I need you to trust me when I say that everything will be okay."

Bill stared at him hands trembling as he gently placed them on top of Dippers. He intertwined their fingers, yanking Bill straight to him and kissing him.

He heard the blonde gasp under his lips and he was quick to bring it deeper. He let Bill's hands rest against the car, claws scratching on the paint as Dipper reached to tangle his hands into Bill's hair. He brought him in close enough to taste him, brushing his tongue against the others. He turned his head, pouring as much of himself into this as possible.

He only pulled away to breathe, lips kissing along the flesh of Bill's throat.

"You taste like plastic and glitter." Bill mumbled, somewhere beside his ear.

Dipper hushed him with a breathless laugh. He dropped a hand to quickly fumble for the door handle. "Come on, let me take care of you."

He opened the door, not even caring if they would be seen in the parking lot. All he cared about was getting Bill onto the back of the leather seats. The front window was covered with a dash cover and the windows were tinted enough to make them seem inconspicuous enough.

He let Bill fall against the back seat, enjoying the sound of his groan before gently opening up his clothing to leave small kisses against his skin. Something in him was rejoicing at this, accepting what he was doing. But it wasn't because of friendship, it was because something in him felt completely whole. He memorized every single piece of skin he could see as he caressed and drank him up. The Omega in him enjoyed it, loving the moans and slight growls leaving Bill's throat. Bill wanted to take him for his own but for now he seemed too in control of what was happening.

They were friends. He was doing this to help his friend. Bill would have attacked Ford if he hadn't taken him aside. Bill was going to be okay in his care. He would do this for anyone.

He refused to acknowledge the voice that demanded him to stop lying.