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A/N: as promised here is 15, this chapter is a tad NAUGHTY, you've been warned!

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Chapter 15: Give him the Medicine

"WAIT. WHAT?--There's more of you?" Billy released her shocked by the notion.

"Yes, I thought there was only Kali, she's '008', but I guess we're all numbered for a reason."

"So, what you're trying to tell me, is that 'some boy' that goes by the name of '006', whose real name is 'Tony', has the same sort of capabilities as you… saved you twice… and your mother showed you this in her mind, when she can't even string a sentence together?… If it were even possible, how would she know that?" Aunt Becky speculated as she continued to set the table for a late lunch.

"I don't know how mama knows. I guess the same way she knew about Kali? —but she showed me--this boy. He helped us when the guards were trying to hurt us."

"He's the same person that was in the upside down, I know it."

"Right well… let's see if we can find something about a missing child in your mom's filing cabinets" She gestured for El and Billy to join her at the table.

"You know Jane, your mom isn't very well… It's possible that what she's shown you… isn't exactly…"

"I'm El… And mama isn't crazy—" She scolded.

"Your mother always loved the name Jane; she'd been waiting her whole life to have a baby girl to be able to call her that…"

"--Look can we just find the shit that we need to find and get a move on," Billy intercepted from the side.

"Yes, 'find the shit'." El chimed in with a grin.

"Well then, let's sit down and have some lunch and go through these newspaper clippings." Becky agreed and began plating up an assortment of sandwiches amongst the mounds of unruly, scattered papers.

"Here," Billy pointed abruptly to the small clipping barely visible under the mound of rubble.

"Tony Lyons."

"Says here: 'Tony Lyons, age nine years old, passed away when his parents had taken him for experimental therapy.' Apparently, they were strict Christians… He was reported to have resembled behaviour to that of a possessed individual…. Being that he was violent and possessed demon-like capabilities,"

. Pfftt, sounds like me as a kid.

"AND, they took him to, you guessed it! The Lab! Where he reportedly died in custody, committing suicide in one of the cells."

"I've got to help him—" El murmured.

"Um no. You don't, if you think for one second that you are going back to that lab, you are sadly mistaken."

"Billy… It's not just about helping him, don't you see? He's their way in, he's most likely what reopened the gate…. with him we might be able to close it for good." She negotiated, while gently squeezing his hand.

"No, El. We wait for your dad to get out of the hospital and then we let HIM deal with those scumbags. – end of story, now say goodbye and let's go." He charged off towards the door.

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The drive back to Steve's cabin was a long and uncomfortable one, it seemed to lag out a hell of a lot longer than the drive down had. It must have been the cold shoulder El had decided was necessary to give, in order to get her own way.

But Billy wasn't the type to cave into a childish or girly tantrum.

Other than a few frustrated sighs and agitated squirms she remained completely silent the entire way back. By the time they had arrived back to the property, the sun and set and only the stars and sounds of crickets remained.

Being still upset and frustrated El decided she would continue her silent protest in the comfort of her room.

"If I wake up in the morning, and you're not here, I am going to lose my shit." He warned as she made her way up the stairs, ignoring him completely, she slammed the door abruptly.

A few hours had passed and only the sound of crickets and many empty beer cans remained. The crisp outside air gave off an unsettling chill inside the house, but Billy laid awake for other reasons.

A war in his mind just seemed to be playing on repeat; what to do about this girl that was plaguing his mind. To Billy it seemed like there would be no tomorrow if he didn't figure things out by the next time he saw her. This girl was constantly flooding his mind, she seemed to be able to get under his skin in a way that no one ever could-- he couldn't seem to shake her off. It wouldn't be so easy anymore just to cut her loose, he craved her, wanted to be around her—to touch her. It was like an addiction, an addiction where cold turkey just wasn't an option.

He rolled around agitated for a few more minutes, sighing every time he tried a new position only to find out that it was just as uncomfortable as the last. Realising, that he was just too switched on for sleep, he kicked his blankets off and reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand. Once he had one lit, he laid back onto the bed and closed his eyes to rejoice in the miracle of nicotine.

"Billy?" Whispered a voice from the door, shocked his eyes fell open and he quickly sat up from the bed to see a half dressed Eleven standing innocently at the door. It was clear what she wanted and that pain in his chest that just seemed to keep haunting him told him to just give in to her every heart's desire.

"Yeah," He released another cloud of smoke towards the ceiling.

"I—…I… I'm cold, and there's no more blankets in my room."

A crappy excuse to find her way into his room, but he was happy for it all the same.

"Thought you were mad?" He smirked as he watched himself grip his smoke between his finger and thumb.

"I was mad,"

"--Disappointed."

"If I sleep in here, you won't have to worry about me sneaking out in the middle of the night."

"Come on," He sighed, proceeding to lift the blankets on the bare side of the bed.

"I can't believe what a pussy you're making me into." He muttered, as she bolted into the bed next to him.

"Pussy? — cat? You think I'm turning you into a cat?" She knotted her eyebrows in confusion.

"It's a figure of speech, never mind," He sighed, as he watched her tuck herself into the blankets next to him. The t-shirt that she was wearing was short— too short for him to be able to think about anything else but sliding his hands up underneath it. Ignoring his urges, he continued to drag on his cigarette and gaze up at the ceiling.

It wasn't just his temperament she was changing; it was more. His normal type that he went for didn't seem to satisfy any part of his appetite anymore. All he could think about was her, she was so mysterious… What was under that t-shirt? Lace underwear, a pair of boxers, a g-string perhaps? God knows… and God did he care.

The perfect complexion of her skin, without even a drop of makeup to show for it was so refreshing, he'd been out with so many superficial barbies, none of them seemed to be able to hold a candle to her-- she was completely herself, whole heartedly, open and honest— it was intoxicatingly sexy.

So sexy.

"So, why couldn't you sleep?" He asked casually, exhaling another puff of smoke up towards the ceiling.

Great, now we are having pillow talk.

I need to go back to that lab and have them give me a round of that electric shock therapy—snap me back to reality.

"I always have a hard time sleeping…. I think about all the bad stuff I've done—."

"All of the people that I've hurt-- "

"—when I get angry, I can't really control--…." She nervously rearranged the blanket around herself.

Billy turned to face her, locking eyes with her, he hesitated for a minute thinking about how he should respond to her openness. Honesty? Or a guarded answer?

"That happens when I'm angry too."

"There's a lot of bad in the world and sometimes it just… touches you."

"Usually when people get angry, it's for a good reason, like protecting someone that you…-- you know…"

Honesty

"Like what you did for me at stargate?" She watched as his eyes fell into the back of his head, he was without a doubt annoyed by her question, he raked his hand nervously through his hair and let out a massive sigh before he could think of his response.

"Yeah I guess…-- Like at stargate."

"—And with your friend Rob? …. Or when you came--… you came looking for me?" She pressed, turning her innocent eyes to meet his gaze.

"Yeah-yeah, --you get it, I don't want you to die, alright."

"You always seem to do that… come looking for me, why?" She moved in closer to press her leg into his.

She considered for a moment not to question him further, she knew his patience had very defined limits and she certainly would be near that point.— But she had decided that she needed to know the answer, no matter how angry he got with her, it was worth the risk.

"Would you just drop it El? I told you I just don't want you to die… I would've done it for lots of people alright... I'm tired, if you're going to stay in here, then be quiet."

Showing her only his back, he closed his eyes tightly and began the tiring process of trying to sifter out that horrible ache in his chest. What he had told her had been an obnoxious lie, he knew it. He was hoping that deep down she would have known it too. His words would have hurt her, and he cared that they had, but he just couldn't seem to let her see that.

Stressfully, he began organizing the blankets on top of himself, noticing that midway through he felt the bed rumble, followed by the sound of stamping feet.

She's storming off.

She's mad.

Again.

Fuckkkk, fix it.

"El—Stop." He rose from the bed in a panic,

"No. You stop." She cried, only stopping for a second to spit venom.

"You're being a 'meathead', and now I give you the medicine." She continued to storm off in the direction of the door.

What? The medicine? What the hell is she talking about?

Jesus, she hears a word once-- then uses it against me, not even knowing what it means?

"Is that what you want to hear, that I'm a jerk?" He snapped, springing from the bed to stalk in behind her.

"Then… Yes, I'm a jerk, okay? I've told you… I'm not good."

He didn't get to be jerk to her, not anymore, they were past that now, she was going to 'give him the medicine' and make him understand. She stood angrily at the door, ready to make her stand, but as she reached for the doorknob, Billy came in hot behind her and placed his palm firmly on the door to hold it closed.

"You're not leaving."

He was intimidating, that he already knew, everyone had seemed to be afraid of him at some point--everyone of course—except Neil Hargrove.Over the years Billy had purposely given off a psychotic demeanour, it was his way of protecting himself from pain and unfortunately it was also all he knew.

Being intimidating meant that he could take whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. – But El was different, she wasn't afraid of him, he thought that perhaps because of the power she possessed she knew she could handle him.

He stood tall, towering over her minuscule frame, leaving little barriers between them, he had nothing on but a pair of boxers. Knowing that her powers were still so weak, he could have easily thrown her across the room, hit her, abusing her in anyway he felt fitting. That's what everyone would have expected from big bad Billy Hargrove --But yet here she was-- still strong and as confident as a brick wall, she knew the real him.

His demeanour- was just that. Only a made-up character that he had become an expert in portraying. He'd never hurt her, and she knew that he knew it too.

"Yes I am." She hissed.

"No—you're not." He growled, single-mindedly closing his hand around her face, to demand that her lips meet his, he held her there forcefully, feeling her struggle against him, he pinned the rest of her body into his, so tightly she nearly coughed from his grip.

Her scent was intoxicating to him, a mixture of fruity soap and burnt sugar, it was the sweetest fragrance he'd ever smelt, and it drove him to thrust his tongue even further into her mouth, enjoying the way she squirmed against him.

"Stop it!" She cried, her hand shaking as she slapped him clean across his cheek. The sound echoed off the walls like glass breaking on a tiled floor.

Billy stood shocked for a second, wondering for a moment if it had even happened. His face stung only for a split second. The brief pain dispensed and only the confusion remained. Why didn't he feel even the smallest inclination to hit her back?

Yep-- I probably deserved that.

He'd never been smacked by a girl before; he'd had their nails pierce the skin on his back and been bitten in various places countless times, but never in all his time had his advances been denied. Then again, he'd never been close enough to any of them to fight with them, let alone to try and kiss them in anger.

It was shocking and assertive and completely unexpected, and sweet Jesus did it turn him on. El was normally shy and submissive to him, but not tonight, he'd pushed her buttons, she'd reached her breaking point. Or maybe she was just becoming even more herself, maybe she was at a point of being able to tell him exactly what she wanted and what she didn't want— It wouldn't matter though, he was going to ignore it, he'd told her he was bad and she was about to witness it first hand, maybe rattling her up a bit would be enough to scare her away and do him a favour.

"Did you seriously just bitch slap me?" He placed an arm on each side of her to hold her body in place ensuring he kept the door closed. She looked more afraid of him now, her palms were pressed against the door and her face was turned to its side. She couldn't seem to meet his furious glare, but if she'd snuck a glimpse in, she would have seen his features soften as he bent in to speak directly into her ear.

"You wanna know why I keep coming for you?"

"because I want you around me." He groaned,

"—all the fucking time."

Bad but good.

Or maybe there was more good than bad.

His breath became hot against her skin, every single hair on her body was standing on end as he began to move his hands off the wall to tightly grip around her waist.

She wanted to smack him clean across the face again, but this other part of her that was powerless to fight against him, gave in and let him reclaim her mouth with his. It was strong and fierce, if she hadn't known him like she did, she would have thought it was driven by anger—no, this kiss was driven by passion.

"All the time." He had said, seductively in her ear

A brief but honest answer, it was enough for her.

She relinquished all her remaining anger towards him and along with it, the rest of her self-control. As she gave into him, she melted into his embraced and closely wrapped her arms around his neck, as she did, she felt her feet flutter up off the floor and their bodies make their way to an unknown destination. She didn't care where he was taking her—it didn't matter. She wasn't afraid of the unknown, because she knew he was good and that he couldn't—that he wouldn't ever hurt her.

He hastily spilled her out onto the bed, only breaking free from her lips long enough to lay down atop of her. Unsure at first, if she had given him consent, he stopped for a moment to stare down at her. Her eyes were dark and wild, filled with desire, and something else… it was something that he'd never experienced before; it was something he didn't know how to process. It pierced through his thick exterior with such force that the initial impact left him feeling lightheaded and dizzy. It left a warm and hazy substance behind, that could only be described as adoration, plain and simple.

She was just as besotted with him at that moment as he was with her, she didn't just want him because he was attractive to her, it was more than that, she wanted him to expand on their connection, a level of intimacy that neither of them had ever experienced.

Although the intrusion of this warm and fuzzy feeling was unlawful, it did quickly clear up his confusion of how she was feeling. Under ragged breath he vigorously reclaimed her mouth with his and began working his way down her neck. He ravished each piece of skin ensuring that with each hot kiss that he placed provoked a gentle moan from her lips. She was breathing heavily now and was more than happy to oblige him in the removal of her shirt. As he began tugging away at it, attempting to try and heave it up between them, she gently pushed against the hard muscles of his chest, to allow herself to sit up on his lap. Once she was in a straddling position, he quickly pulled the shirt off over her head and was rewarded by a perfectly bare chest.

Amazing

Without a second thought he planted his face between supple and soft flesh.

"--you don't understand what you do to me," he groaned into creamy perfection.

She makes me crazy.

"You're going to have to tell me to stop if you don't want this." He continued to ravage the soft skin of her breasts.

"I trust you."

someone in this world trusts me?

Meanwhile, El was struggling with her own realisations, her body was feeling sensations that were completely foreign to her, her only education on such matters, was a brief flip through of Max's Cosmo. Sure, she'd kissed Mike plenty of times before, but nothing like this had ever come out of it. She was hot all over, heat was radiating out of places she never thought would; and that bulgebetween Billy's legs was once again present. However, this time she understood, what it was all about.

Working himself up even further, Billy began thrusting himself up towards the indent of her still clothed heat, only his boxers and the thin fabric of her underwear remained between them. Frustrated, he reached down between them and aggressively yanked the moist fabric of Els underwear to the side, he ignored his initial instinct, to reach into his pants and free himself from his restraints and just thrust into her with every last fibre of his body.

No, it would be over too soon, she deserved so much more than that for her first time. There was also a part of him that was uncertain if she was ready, he'd stolen plenty of virginities in his time, but this one was different, it was hers and for once he didn't just want to steal it, he wanted to earn it.

She shuddered and gasped as he began to gently stroke the warm and wet folds of her entrance, wanting her to enjoy it, he took his time, not just jabbing a finger in, he started slowly, testing her, checking to see if she actually did want to go through with the act.

He continued his exploration, rubbing and circling her soaked folds, a few minutes in and he could sense her arousal meeting a climax, "Do you want me to stop?" He murmured into her naval,

"Nooooo." She moaned, reaching down to grab a fistful of blonde locks.

"I can stop anytime, you know…" He gnawed his way down to trace the skin of her upper thigh.

With a grin present on his face he removed his hand from her entrance to roughly slide her underwear off, he grasped her thighs tightly and pulled them apart vigorously. He watched proudly as she laid sprawled out on the bed, with closed eyes and parted lips.

Breathtaking,

Sorry chief, but a man's gotta eat.

Waisting no time, he chucked her legs over his shoulders and heaved her now unshielded heat to his lips, he took her all at once, not coming up for air until she abrupty placed a panicked barefoot to his chest.

"STOP." She moaned, as glass shattered across the room.

Fuck me. —was that just a literal mind fuck.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She leant up red in the face.

"that, was, so. fucking. hot." He pulled her up onto his lap, using her hair as reins he pulled her back to attack the skin of her bare chest, this time focusing on rose bud nipples.

"Billy stop, it will happen again." She protested weakly, digging her nails in the defined muscles of his shoulders.

"Shhhh." He pushed her back in the bed again, silencing her with his mouth.

Caving into his persuasion, she reached down into the thin fabric of his boxers, hoping to free the animal within him, when a sound that could only be described as something 'not from this world' erupted from outside.

"Did you hear that?" she broke the kiss, with gentle hands against his hard chest.

"What? --no, it's nothing." He purred, shaking her off to continue his work.

"Billy, stop, listen." She clasped his mouth with her hand.

He humoured her for a moment, pausing his struggle and rolling his eyes at the small hand against his mouth attempting to silence him.

"I don't hear anything." He motioned to free himself

Stressed from the noise, she push him off and quickly placed her t-shirt over her head and made her way towards the window.

"Listen… It's coming from outside-- the woods." She leant in on tiptoes.

"It's probably nothing, raccoons or something, now come on." He playfully grasped her by the legs to pull her over to him.

"it's not nothing." She argued, shaking him off to make her way to the door.

"El, don't be stupid." He whispered angrily.

Seeing that he wasn't going to win the argument, he quickly leapt from the bed and placed his jeans over his bulging member, he then made his way to the door to follow in her footsteps. As he sprung down the stairs, he was displeased to see that she had already made her way outside.

God damnit, needs a leash.

"El!" He attempted to whisper.

As he caught up to her, he was disturbed to see the look on her face, she was afraid, he'd seen that look plenty of times and unfortunately he'd been the one to put it on her face one too many times.

"Wait inside, I'll check it out."

"Shhhh. Listen."

"I promised your dad I'd keep you safe, now get inside!"

I promised myself that too.

The sound of sharp movement, erupted from inside of the darkness of the overgrown woods, tree branches cracked and unnatural quick movement made it look like the trees had sprung to life.

"Alright, yeah I heard that too."

"Inside, now." Billy stalked backwards, searching for El's hand with his, he yanked her so fast up the porch steps, she thought she would have had whiplash. As they made it into the safety of the reinforced house, he slammed and locked the door behind them.

"What the hell was that?"

"A raccoon." She raised an eyebrow.

"Fine you win-- what do we do?"