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A/N: Okay so this is overdue… And I'm sooorrryyyy.

I've been struck down with the worst cold. This has taken me all bloody week to get together.

I hope you guys like it xx

Also, this is just another warning that my work contains adult content so BEWARE.

Chapter 18: Round and Round, What Goes Around, Comes Around

"Good," was Billy's first thought when he heard Max's frantic words on the walkie.

Good, that bastard was finally getting what he deserved. He had a good mind, just to pretend like he hadn't even heard Max's voice on the walkie; just like how his father had never heard him. Whatever had happened to Neil Hargrove would be one ones fault but his own. For all Billy cared, whatever bed he'd made for himself he could lie in. Billy had been seeing red for too long now, the trauma that his so called "father" had caused, not just to him but also to his mother, was unforgivable--inexcusable.

"Pffft." What goes around comes around.

Unfortunately for Billy, Eleven had other plans, "Max, what's happened? Are you okay!" she leant into him to steal the walkie enclosed in his hand.

"I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I need you guys to get down here. I don't want to say anything more about it on this frequency," the red head stuttered anxiously.

"We'll be there soon!" El placed the walkie down and began quickly sliding out of large bed, she winced as she approached the edge. It would appear her previous antics from the night prior had left her feeling sore.

"You okay?" Billy asked from the other side of the bed.

"Yes, just sore—but it's okay," she dismissed his worry with a small smile.

"My bad-- sorry, I guess I might have pushed you too far." He gave a sly smirk as he placed his feet onto the raggedy carpet floor.

"My wrist actually hurts more…" she gave a small shrug, "and my face." She gently ran her hand down the now prominent bruise across her cheek. She finally, found enough footing to raise herself up off the side of the bed, but as she did, she was enveloped in a commanding embrace and whisked back towards the centre. "Let me see," he demanded with surprisingly gentle fingers to her face, "I should have made you put ice on this last night."

"I hope you don't think that after last night, I'm going to just let this go… "he abruptly released her from his embrace and made his way out of the bed.

"Billy…" she scolded softly, "I don't want you to—"

"come on we have to get going—" he cut her off, "there's probably some cream in the bathroom for your arm, I'll go and have a look." Before El could get another word in, he had hurried out of the room…. Just like that, she was shut out.

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El would be the only girl Billy had ever taken home; and she'd be about the only girl in the world that would have been able to tolerate his father's unhindered judgment. She was one of a kind and if such a phrase as "she's a keeper" applied to him, she'd be that too. Neil Hargrove, the bastard, had raised Billy to be exactly like him: angry, controlling, possessive... a racist. Hell—the only thing missing was the title wife beater. The older Billy became, the more he saw it in himself— and the more he hated himself for it.

But El—Her. She was like the antidote, a gentle cleansing to his mind, clarity in the fog and light in the dark abyss, helping him find his way out of this never-ending cycle of hate. He knew it was wrong to taint her with his anger, but he needed her. He had related her to being like a drug plenty of times before, and there had been a good reason for it. The more he used her, the harder it was to pull himself away from her captivating hold.

One would have thought a funeral had taken place, when Billy and El arrived at the Hargrove residence. Only Max, Lucas and Mike had attended before them, "where's Steve and Dustin?" El asked anxiously.

"Getting fire power, from your dad." Max rolled her eyes from where she sat at large kitchen table. "And 'the Byers' are looking for more information about 006."

Until El and Billy's arrival, the trio had been quietly contemplating the events unfolded. They were afraid and waiting for answers-- of course, always turning to El for answers. "What happened," El asked her friends gently.

"He was screaming out in the backyard, but when I opened the door he was passed out on the lawn. —I thought he might have been attacked by the devil dog thing."

"Where is he now?" El scanned the room nervously, as if suspecting an attack.

"He's on the couch… we tied him up… you know in case… he was flayed or something." Max pointed apprehensively, "you're not going to hurt him, are you?"

"Not unless he tries to hurt us first."

"And the Demon dog thing? Where'd it go?" Billy raised a speculative eyebrow.

"I'm not so sure it was one that attacked him… wouldn't it have killed him?"

Billy watched with crossed arms from the corner of the room as El knelt next to Neil Hargrove's unconscious body. "Don't get too close to him, he's a bastard on the best of days."

"He's tied up dumbass!" Mike spat across from him, "plus it's El --remember how she kicked your ass when you were taken over?"

"Do you want your teeth smashed in, 'shit for brains'?" Billy unfolded his arms, "I know a weaselly little turd like you wouldn't understand but, that thing makes you stronger… I'm normally strong, but not as strong as I was when I had that thing in me." Billy growled as he moved in closer to a very intimidated Wheeler.

"Stop it!" El scolded, "Stop fighting!"

"Are you going to go into his head or something?" Lucas intervened from the side.

"No, I'm going to wake him up," El explained nonchalantly. "Are you nuts! Don't we want him comatose until we know what's going on?" Lucas countered dramatically.

"I just want to talk."

"He doesn't talk, he only yells, he's an asshole, in case no one was listening to me." Billy sneered from his distant corner.

El gave him an acknowledging look, then set out on waking Neil Hargrove for his interrogation. She attempted to pry his eyes opened but apparently that didn't seem to work. She then began poking and probing him and as she did, she noticed a rather large, now seeping wound on his thigh, "look," she pointed.

Neil must have sensed the rooms tense presence because as they were all gawking at his injury, he began to stir and soon glanced up to them with heavy eyelids, "Who the hell are you?" he sprung to life.

"El." Her tone matched the seriousness in her eyes, "what happened outside?" she demanded blankly.

"What the hell do you all think you're doing? Why the hell am I tied up?!" He jolted up from where he laid, peering around the room in confusion at the crowd of curious teenagers gathered around him.

"Oh look, He's still an asshole, not exactly out of character." Billy sneered again from the corner, "come on El, let's go—he's obviously fine." He gestured for her to follow him.

"Remember when we talked about respect, well tying me to the couch isn't what I was talking about! What kind of messed up stuff has your pussy of a brother gotten you into now Maxine?"

"I go-- and we untie you, when you tell me what happened outside.— And he's not a pussy, you are." El commanded with a much less tolerant stare.

Pussy, there was that word again. Shewasn't sure at all what it meant, but it obviously wasn't being used in kindness. Using words she didn't know or understand, had become somewhat of a hobby of hers.

"Maxine, where is your mother?" Neil struggled against the tight ropes, "And I have an idea… why don't you all, mind your own goddamn business?!" He glared towards a still stern El.

"you tell me what happened. Or you stay tied, you choose." El glared back.

"You've got more balls than my son, I'll give you that much." he smirked, "Alright, there was something tinkering around in the shed, I went outside to check it out— there was some sort of creature there. It looked like a wolf, without any fur, only bigger. It attacked me, and that's all I remember from it."

"A wolf-- Demogorgon." El murmured under her breath.

"Now, UNTIE me!"

"just one more thing," El smiled to the angry man in front of her, "Do you have a heater?"

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After an hour of roasting the entire Hargrove residence contents and inhabitants out, El was satisfied that Neil Hargrove was not flayed by the mind flayer. Escaping the heat from within the house, Billy and El made their way out the front door, to catch some fresh air.

Despite being overheated and covered in sweat, the cold evening air hitting El's damp skin, caused an obvious shudder that appeared to pierce through her entire body. "You can't be cold, it was roasting in there," Billy wrapped his arms around her from behind. "You wanna head back now?" He placed his chin tenderly atop her head.

"What about Dustin and Steve?" she turned around to question.

"Yeah, probably not a bad idea to stop at the hospital…. in case the chief for some reason completely lost his mind and decided to give Henderson a nuclear bomb or something." He snickered from behind... "I can't believe how you held your own with my dad, the way you did." He tightened his embrace around her.

"not afraid of him—and you shouldn't be either," she turned to place a tender kiss on his lips

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"Umm, No."

"No."

"And… No."

"you know chief… normally I'm the voice of reason with these little shits, but in this case, I think it's actually the right thing to do." Steve chipped in his two cents.

"NOooo."

"Just no," Hopper leant up in the bed, "I cannot tell you how uneasy this makes me that you are even thinking that," he added.

"But—" Dustin protested.

"NO."

"Well fine! How hard can it be to build one? I'm sure Mr. Clark will help me, come on Steve, let's go." Dustin stormed out, with a saluting Steve in tow.

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"These kids will be the death of me," Hopper murmured under his breath. Moments later, the sound of scurrying shoes coming down the hallway in the direction of his room, caused him to shift in his bed.

"Hi sir."

"Oh, Hey kid," Hopper gave a small smile to a hesitant Billy, "You can call me Hopper you know?" Wow he could?

"come in kid, where's my daughter?" Hop looked confused.

"In the restroom, she'll be here in sec." Billy entered the room, still hesitant, but slightly more at ease now that he knew he wasn't going to have his head torn off.

"So…" Hop started, I've had a really stressful day today… I had the Henderson kid coming in here asking me for a bomb… and then I have Steve letting me know that you have become 'friendly' with my kid." Hop attempted to stay calm, but the uneasiness was clear in his voice.

What a snitch! "Well… not too sure what he means by 'friendly,' but I guess you could say, I like being around her… we get each other." Billy muttered, almost regretting his honesty.

"look… I know about your shitty attitude and your fast car that you like to drive around like a hooligan in, but no one really understands her fully. I know she seems unbreakable, but she isn't. She'll never be like your average schoolgirl that you can just use and flick to the side once you're done. She's special—to me. So, if you so much as hurt one single hair on her head, so help me god, I will bury you. And no one will find you, I promise you that."

Hopper was forced to rip himself away from his rant, as the sound of another pair of footsteps came from down the hall, "hey," El stepped inside the room.

"Hey kiddo, come over here and give your old man a hug, would ya?" Hopper opened his arms up for an embrace, "Woah, hang on a second... what the hell happened to your face?" Hop ran his hand across her face.

"Nothing, just fell over last night," El shrugged him off, "in the shape of a handprint?" Hop frowned judgmentally.

"Don't you be looking at me like that. I didn't touch her." Billy met hoppers furious glare, Not like that anyways.

"You better pray, it wasn't you," Hopper growled with a look of fury in his eyes.

"it wasn't Billy," El furrowed her brows at her adoptive father's allegations, "--what did Dustin and Steve say when they were here?"

"Hey! Don't you be changing the subject on me like that, I asked you a question, I want an answer!"

"there are other more important things!" El pointed to the still very fresh, tender tattoo on her forearm.

"Please tell me you didn't do that to yourself!" Hop dragged her arm to meet his eyes, "Jesus Christ—El."

"Six," she informed with no hint of humour, "it happened in my dream."

"the guy that helped us? Why would he do this?" Hop speculated.

"He needs me for something… he wanted me to remember." She murmured, "he's reopened that gate, I have to go back to the lab. Need to finish this."

"We are NOT going back to the lab El! We barely made out alive last time!" Billy protested from behind.

Were they deaf? Had they not heard her? How bad things were, how bad they were going to get if she didn't do something soon.

"I have to agree with Bon Jovi over here, YOU are NOT going back to that lab, I forbid it." Hopper commanded, springing to life so passionately he thought he had ripped a stitch in the process.

"I have my powers now, it will be different, I have to go back," she stomped back towards the door.

"El! Get back here!" Hop shouted, "stubborn brat!" he muttered, trapped in his bed.

"I better go after her," Billy made his way to exit.

"oh-- and hey kid, remember what I said…. You're too old for her. And I meant it."

"Stop calling me kid then," Billy chuckled, "oh and chief, don't worry-- I'll make sure she doesn't sleep alone tonight… you know so she doesn't get anymore unwanted tattoos." He smirked, and darted out the door, ensuring to dodge the cursing and yelling coming from within the room.

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If the silent drive home hadn't told Billy that El was pissed again, then the slamming of the front door and the brisk walk up the stairs did. "You don't just get to give me the silent treatment, every time you don't get what you want." He hissed from the landing.

"I do what I want— I make my own rules." she returned the hiss, not glancing back for ever a moment. She made her way in the upstairs and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut she stomped over to the shower. She turned the tap on to the hot and cold water and placed her hand under the flowing stream to ensure it was ambient. She winced as the warm water made contact with her still fresh wound.

El was surprised when she turned around to see Billy standing next to the shower door, well for one thing, he wasn't angry anymore. In fact, his expression looked somewhat defeated. Secondly, she was surprised in herself that she hadn't locked the door behind her, especially, given how angry she had been. And Thirdly, he was standing there fully clothed, breathing heavily, his stance almost appeared hungry, lust filled. However, upon further inspection, he was standing there fully clothed, and when he pounced on her and pushed her against the tiled walls, his touch was desperate. He placed his hands around her face as if to frame the delicate shape, there was no foundling of her body, he just looked into her eyes for a moment, intensely. His facial expression almost angry, but then it softened as he surrendered himself over to her.

"We go, but there are terms, conditions." He stated, before kissing the skin on her neck tenderly. "We go more prepared this time," He mumbled between kisses, a moan escaped El's lips as he made his way further down her neck, "and I get to beat the shit out of that douchbag, Rob too." He grinned between the skin of her perfectly formed breasts.

"Deal?" He moved up her body to groan into her ear.

"deal," caught in the moment, she struggled to find the words to agree with him. After that, no more words were needed. They had met each other halfway: Compromise, trust, respect, it was all exchanged, both expecting nothing more from each other, other than a moment of passion to follow it.

With so much hunger and need for connection, the pair quickly made work of removing the remainder of Billy's clothes. Finally removing his boxers, he hoisted her up onto him and with a forceful thrust he took her there, right against the tiled wall of the shower. The water poured from the showerhead so profusely, they both couldn't seem to open their eyes. He held off his climax as long as he could, knowing he'd have to pull out this time and panicked slightly at the thought of having an accident. Not to mention it was wet and slippery and El seemed to have a knack for accidents when he was finished with her.

He made the last-minute decision to leave the heat of the shower and began the journey towards their now shared bed. He struggled to get there, the way she was wiggling and thrusting against him, he had to ensure he kept his control, to make sure he didn't pop his load right then and there.

He spilled her out onto the bed, multi-tasking where he knelt on the floor, between inserting a finger between wet folds and ripping a wrapper between his teeth. He hadn't even stopped for a second to place it on with both hands, before her head shot up from where she laid, "What are you doing?!" she cried, he answered her with a lavish tongue to her heated centre. After a couple moments of jolting and screaming out his name, he made his way up her body and entered her with such urgency she couldn't even process what had happened. As he rocked himself back and forwards into her, he felt her walls closing in around him and he knew he could let himself go too.

"You didn't break anything this time," Billy panted heavily.

"Nothing left to break." She giggled, into the croak on his neck.

Deciding, to stop fighting the inevitable, Billy pulled her closer into his chest and after a few moments of embracing each other, their breathing began to even out and sleep began to claim them.

That's the thing about love, sometimes you never know when it's going to strike— and sometimes you don't even know when it's hit square between the eyes.