Summary: Senior year was a drag and Bill wished it stayed that way.

Shots Fired

"Date me."

Bill rolled his eyes. "For the fifth time. No."

The student growled. "Go to prom with me or else"

Honestly, how hard was it to handle rejection? "Nice try, asshole." The eighteen year old bit out and stepped around the girl. "But I've got to get to class."

Still, a niggling sense of worry crept in the back of his mind. Somehow, the jerk sounded serious. More so than the last times she'd demanded he date her.

Shaking his head, he dismissed the whole event and headed to his next class. As he walked into the classroom, he spotted his favorite person and lit up.

"Pine Tree!" He called and sat in the desk beside the brunet's. "Feelin' sappy today? Cause you're lookin happy!"

The teen laughed and pushed a hand against Bill's shoulder. "Your jokes get worse everyday."

Bill wiggled his eyebrows and the brunet scoffed, reaching a hand to bat the blond's arm once more but the teacher's voice announced the beginning of math class. Bill pouted but directed his focus to the front of the room while the boy beside him ducked his head and scribbled notes.

He had nothing to fret about, didn't he?

~oOo~

Not soon enough class ended and together, Bill and the brunet rushed out of the room to be greeted by a platinum haired blond.

"Dipper Pines!" The pudgy teen grinned and strode beside them. "How good it is tah see you!"

"Gideon!" Dipper chirped.

The brunet returned the smile and started a conversation while Bill shifted his stare about the hallway. Odd. Why did he feel like someone was watching–he stiffened. There, glaring at Dipper and Gideon between the shifting crowd, stood the student who demanded Bill be her boyfriend. Protective instincts flared because something wasn't right about that stare. His stomach churned.

Just as he started to speak up, Gideon snagged his arm and dragged him through a door with a shout. "Meet you at your locker, hon!"

"Uh oka–" the door shut on the brunet's reply and Bill turned to look at Gideon.

Bill gave Gideon an odd look as the plump teen checked the base of the stalls. Apparently satisfied that they were alone, Gideon eyed Bill with furrowed brows.

"Hon, are you alright?"

"Wha–" Bill blinked, shaking himself out of his thoughts. "What?"

"You've been jumpy all week. You're making Pines real worried."

"I have not been jumpy." He protested before he hesitated. "Actually, though...I've got a bad feeling about something, but both you and Pine Tree should hear it."

Gideon stared for a moment before he nodded. "Alright."

And so the two of them hurried out of the bathroom and to Dipper's locker, neither noticing the pair of eyes following them.

~oOo~

By the time they arrived at the secluded section of the park, hidden from passerby, Bill had worked himself into a fretting fit. He waved his hands as he spoke and paced back and forth while Gideon and Dipper just watched, knowing their friend would only be able to express his thoughts while moving.

"You know Damia?" Bill worked to find a good starting point.

Gideon nodded. "What about her?"

"Well, she, uh...she's been demanding I go to prom with her or else."

Dipper frowned. "Or else what?"

"I dunno."

"Hon, did you tell her no?"

Bill flattened a stare at the blond. "What do you think?"

Gideon rolled his eyes and raised his hands. "I wouldn't worry about it, peach."

Dipper jumped in hesitantly. "I dunno, Gideon, Damia has always been kinda weird."

"Bill's just frettin' over nuthin'!" The pudgy teen protested.

The blond huffed. "I am not! Damia is really messed up!"

"She's in my english class and she's as quiet as a lamb and wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"Are you callin' me a liar?" Bill shouted, lifting his hands.

Neither blonds noticed Dipper's paling face until he spoke. "Uh...guys? We've got a problem."

"What?" The teens snapped.

"Last chance, Cipher." A cold voice cut in. "Go with me to prom or else."

"Or else what?" Bill growled, whipping around to face the speaker.

Promptly, he blanched. "Why do you have a gun?"

"If I can't have you," the student threatened, "then no one can. Make your choice. Now."

Bill's jaw dropped, working soundlessly. Dipper stepped forwards, shielding Bill's body with his own.

"Put the gun down." The brunet stated, voice low.

The student snarled. "Cipher, decide now or I'll shoot the brat."

"Dipper," Bill placed a hand on the teen's shoulder.

"She'll kill you." The teen hissed.

"If I don't go then she'll kill you." Bill rebuked.

"Damia" Bill sighed, raising his hands. "I'll go with you."

Dipper bit out a swear and grabbed Bill's arm, stopping him from walking. "Don't–"

A gunshot rang.

Three voices screamed and Bill crumpled to the grass.

Dipper dropped to the ground, eyes wide, as blood pooled from Bill's thigh. "Holy shit."

While the teen panicked, Gideon whipped out his phone. Before he had the chance to dial 911, a cold tone growled.

"Drop the phone."

Gideon shifted his gaze to see Damia wielding the smoking weapon. He swallowed and held his hands in the air. The girl strode to him, snatched the phone, threw it to the ground, and slammed her heel against the device. Cocking the gun, she aimed and fired.

The sound deafened Dipper's ears and he twisted just in time to see Gideon collapse. His breath hitched and he lurched towards his fallen friend, one arm outstretched, when a doctor's needle stabbed his bare arm. He yelped as the needle pierced skin, a sharp prick, and then he slumped to the ground unconscious.

Damia whipped her gaze about the hidden part of the park and tucked her gun into the holster.

She had two bodies to deal with.

~oOo~

A blurred reality came into focus as Dipper opened his eyes. Blearily, he shifted and groaned as his body ached. He stretched and stiffened as his hands brushed against a warm surface. Pushing himself to a sitting position and ignoring how sluggishly his body responded, he peered over and froze.

A bloodstained blond snored beside him.

Relaxing slightly, because Bill was alive, he lifted the blankets and blushed. Bill only wore a shirt and boxers and… His gaze trailed to the bandages wrapped around the blond's thigh. His stomach churned.

Oh no.

Realization crashed and he bit his lip. Bill and he were alive… But what had happened to Gideon? He remembered the teen collapsing and then…

"About time you woke up, useless brat."

Dipper whipped his gaze towards the source of the sound but amidst the dim lighting and the towering shelves of boxes, he couldn't find the speaker. Clenching his fists and shuffling closer to Bill's prone form, he puffed his chest.

"What do you want, Damia?" Crap, his voice cracked.

"Just Bill's love…" footsteps echoed. "And you're going to help me make that happen."

"You're insane." The brunet spat. "First you shoot Bill, possibly killed Gideon, and then you kidnap Bill and me? I'm not–"

A cool round tip pressed against the back of his head and he blanked.

"Care to rephrase your answer?" A quiet tone sent a shudder down his spine. "It would be such a shame to kill Bill's only friend. He'd be so upset with me."

Dipper struggled to reply but fear kept the words lodged in his throat.

"So here's what we're going to do," she whispered and wrapped her free hand around the front of his neck. "You're going to convince Bill to go out with me. And if you don't…"

She tightened her grip and Dipper gasped, lifting his hands but the barrel of the gun pushed against his scalp and he halted.

"I'll kill you, and then I'll kill Bill and you don't want Bill to get hurt, do you?"

He shook his head.

"Good." She dropped her hand to brush her fingers through Bill's hair. "He's beautiful, isn't he?"

Wide eyed, Dipper just nodded.

"And he's mine. All mine." The monster cackled.

A groan interrupted her maniacal laughter and two pairs of eyes zeroed on the speaker. Dipper swallowed, anxious, as the blond opened his eyes.

Damia grinned. "Hey, babe."

Bill scrunched his face. "Urghhh everything hurts."

Dipper clenched a fistful of the blanket, heart racing. Hopefully Bill wouldn't do anything dumb and get himself killed.

The girl leaned forwards, short hair falling over Bill's face. "I can make the pain go away…"

Bill blinked a few times. "Damia? What? Why…"

Dipper watched as realization smacked the blond in the face. Bill's cheeks heated and he shoved their kidnapper away with a snarl only to gasp and bare his teeth in pain. Dipper's eyes shot wide as Damia growled.

"He–he didn't mean it!" The brunet protested. "He was just, uh, surprised!"

Bill stiffened and turned his head to stare at the teen's pale face. "Pine Tree?"

Dipper returned his focus onto Bill and hissed. "Play along, idiot, and we might get out of this alive." He cleared his throat and added in a louder tone. "You didn't mean to push your girlfriend, did you?"

"Girlfriend?" Bill gave Dipper a look. "Damia's–"

"A beautiful girl who loves you so very much." Dipper bulldozed over the blond's denial with gritted teeth. "And you love her, remember? Or do you have a fever?"

He leaned forwards to place a hand on the blond's forehead and whispered. "Idiot, I'm trying to save our lives here. Play along."

"Nice try," Their abductor snorted. "But at least you're learning."

Bill sat upright, using his body to block Dipper's own. "Whatever you want Damia, I'm not doing it."

"Bill–" The brunet started.

The girl just aimed her gun. "If you don't love me, then I'll kill the brat."

Bill gritted his teeth. "You're–"

"If I killed the fatty, I can easily kill the bratty."

Dipper's breath hitched. "Bill don–"

"You're a monster." Bill finished. "If you really cared about me then you'd accept that I like Pine Tree and you wouldn't threaten him or–" he froze. "...you killed Gideon…?"

Damia smirked. "Just a pull of the trigger. Now, I'm willing to keep the brat around–I could use a servant–but only if you agree to date me."

Bill clenched his fists and inhaled. "Let me get this straight. I date you, you won't hurt Pine Tree?"

"And if you don't then I'll kill him."

Dipper jumped his gaze from one face to the other when Bill raised his hands.

Bill sighed, resigned. "Fine. You win."

~oOo~

Notes:

dreamflyer1100: Heh heh heh, who knows, I just might make Dipper the bad guy at some point. We'll see! And thank youuuu~

New Reader: MuaHAHAHAHA! I AM EVIL! *thunder rumbles and lightening cracks dramatically* ONE DEATH DOWN, TWO TO GO. *sighs* Though isn't that the truth? Domestic abuse is definitely a major problem. And, heh heh, Gideon is "sorta" a good guy but he's still a jerk, trying to get Dipper to like him so soon after Dipper fled from Bill. Like bad Gideon! Bad!

Goldstar: Oh Dipper would have been stronger, but given his situation...well, it's like the frog example: Put a frog in boiling water and it immediately jumps out. Put a frog in cold water and slowly turn up the heat till it boils then the frog won't jump out and then it dies. Yeah, abuse really damages a person.

ME: *Hands you a tissue and pats your back*

dipdot: Heh heh heh. *gives you tissues to drown your snot in*

okokok: Uh oh, I wasn't planning on continuing Tarnished Treasures.

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