Steve had seen a lot over the years.

Some things he tried to block out at night during episodic nightmares and others he embraced as morbid lessons or reasons to be grateful for the life he lived. His rather unconventional friendship with Dustin was one of those things that kept him waking up and continuing even if the days were long and strenuous.

There was a small point in his life that he thought maybe, maybe the kid's sister would be the perfect match. Nancy Wheeler aside, Joan was hot, smart, popular, a cheerleader, and most importantly a Henderson.

He had envisioned himself freeing himself from his absent parents and keeping his initials, but going the unorthodox route of taking her last name. The idea seemed full proof and perfect. The dingus would actually be his little brother, he'd have the wife he wanted for all the kids he dreamed of, and a caring, loving-

But that was the issue.

Joan was nearly the opposite of Dustin.

She wasn't kind, caring, compassionate like she had been before high school when she stuck up for Heather or the little brats Dustin hung out with. Joan had warped into the stereotypical bitchy cheerleader and when he had opened her diary, it just sealed the deal. Turned off in every way, the dream of becoming a Henderson shattered.

But after listening to Destiny's explanation that only Dustin and Eddie seemed to really understand, Steve felt tired and in need of a long, long nap. She spoke rapidly and only took breaks to sip the canteen of water that Robin had given her, going off topic only to go back on topic and the transferring back to the original topic, before going on a mother tangent and-

Definitely a Henderson.

"-so in conclusion I am Joan Destiny Henderson from the twenty-first century and I am being haunted by two twins of me along with a freshman from my time, who I think was, or is currently, possessed by one of the versions of me. I'm still getting used to my tenses, by the way." Joan took another long swig of water and sighed, slumping down against the rock next to Eddie who was silently nibbling on some junk food. "There's a great chance that the good version is the real Agatha-Joan while the bitch - the one who tried to kill you guys, sorry by the way- was the one who had started possessing her in high school. Yikes, any questions?"

No words were shared amidst the orchestral delights of the forrest, Joan nervously looking at the wide eyes of each individual and fearing she had broken them all. Until Robin slowly raised her hand and everyone looked at her.

"I-I have a few..." Robin admitted, fidgeting with her hands and Joan nodded encouragingly. "So, uh, if you're a Henderson does that mean you're, uh-?"

"I call her Agatha or Agatha-Joan." Joan supplied helpfully and Robin only nodded her head in acknowledgement.

"Right, Agatha-Joan's daughter?"

"Oh, uh no." Joan replied awkwardly, biting her cheek and looking up at the sky, because they would draw conclusions without her and she didn't want to say. "T-that'd be kinda weird to have two Joan's in the same house..."

Everyone looked over at Dustin, whose eyebrows were furrowed together in concentration as he tried to distinguish a reasonable answer for who she was. Steve scoffed, bringing Dustin's attention onto the incredulous graduate.

"Are you my cousin or something?"

"You're kidding me, right?" Lucas asked Dustin who rolled his eyes and looked at his friend.

"No? Either my dad decided to have another family or there's some other sibling I don't know about, but I have no idea how she's a Henderson, Lucas!"

"Dustin... I-I think we have a pretty good idea who..." Max said quietly and that was all he needed for the gears to start turning, and Dustin looked sharply at Joan with wide eyes, who smiled sheepishly and waved.

"It's pretty freaking weird, but uh, hi dad... I guess?" Joan attempted humor, but fell short, elbowing the snicker metalhead next to her. "I-I know it's a shock, but-"

Suddenly a huge grin plastered onto Dustin's face as he jumped up and let out a loud whoop of celebration. "Eat shit, Doug!" He yelled out to no one in particular, looking over at Steve with bright eyes and practically vibrating. "Those assholes always told me I'd grow up alone 'cause of how ugly I was, but now I can go shove it in all their faces that I won't die alone."

"Yeah, totally, why don't you go ahead and march up to them and point to the girl who looks like your older sister and tell them that's your daughter from the future." Steve responded sarcastically, shaking his head and crossing his arms. "I see that going over so well."

"You know Steve, you could cool it on the sarcasm." Dustin rolled his eyes and crossing his own arms. "Maybe you'd be able to keep a girlfriend for longer than a week."

"If you keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there." Joan joined in with a snicker, grinning at Dustin when he came over for a high five and giving it, enjoying the groan emitting from Steve's mouth. "You know, Uncle Steve, when you roll yours eyes like that I just assume you're trying to process a better comeback. Careful, don't want to strain yourself."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." Steve blurted out, hands up and moving along with his whoas in emphasis to bring attention to the new issue at hand. He pointed at himself and looked over at Joan baffled, looking around as if trying to find another Steve to pinpoint. "Uncle Steve?!"

Joan bit her cheek before grinning sheepishly.

"So, do Ags and I- am I- do I?" Steve stammered, unsure how to ask as his face continued to heat up and Dustin's eyes widened in excitement. Joan wasn't sure how to answer, instead looking down at Eddie who notice her hesitancy and rolled his own eyes.

"Cool it, Harrington. If she tells you everything about the future, then it might change." Eddie mocked smirking over at the now scowling brunette and taking a coke from the pile of junk food. "Or did someone miss Back to the Future-?"

"No, I didn't miss Back to the Future." Steve snapped, hands back on his hips and scoffing at the metalhead. "Unlike you, I have a real job."

"We watched that movie, like, ten times." Robin provided seriously with a nod of her head, tryin to help her friend out. "Steve likes to watch the prom scene while pretending he's playing the guitar and sings along with-"

"R-right, anyways." Steve interrupted his friend, clearing his throat and looking back to the two smirking, sitting teens with an attempt at hiding his blush. "Yes, I've seen Back to the Future."

"Man, that actually would make way more sense if I had used that instead of The Temrinator." Joan snickered to herself while Eddie nodded in agreement. "It's scarily similar to my situation."

"We never watched that movie though." Eddie defended with a sigh, trying to remember the few movies they did watch together before their break up. "We watched Terminator, but I saw Back to the Future with Corroded Coffin when it came out the day before the whole mall... thing." His voice trailed off and he let out a breath from the chest as he was once again reminded about the terrifying situation he was in.

"...I think I have more questions, but I can save them for later." Robin let out as she looked at Nancy who looked to be holding her breath. "Can you explain what the hell happened?"

"Well, I ran." Eddie smiled condescendingly holding out his arms and chuckling weakly. "Something that I apparently do now."

"Technically, you drove a boat." Joan piped in and dodged the whack to the head from her comment. "Just sayin'!"

"A-any way, I got to shore and eventually found a stray-"

"God, you're such an asshole-"

"Hey!" Dustin piped up and paused his compass fidgeting to put his hands on his hips in a poor imitation of Steve's authoritative stance and scowl. "Language!"

"You... are not... my dad." Joan dragged out each word with increasingly narrowed eyes that seemed to twitch. "I will suffocate you in your sleep, pipsqueak."

"Would that be murder or suicide?" Robin mused from her spot and Steve went to put the subject back on topic, but paused himself, considering the question mentally. "Kill Dustin, you're never born, so is that murder... or suicide if you prevent your own birth?"

Max groaned and rubbed her forehead. "Hey guys, remember how I totally am on a death list and could die any moment? Wasting time, let's go!" Lucas looked over at the red head and Max looked away, while Dustin continued to pace back and forth in the background.

"So, uh apparently A-Agatha and P-Patrick had some history..." Joan started slowly, looking over at Lucas for a split second before clearing her throat and continuing on. "Basically, Queen Bitch the First decided fuck with-"

"Steve told us already." Robin blurted out in a hurry and Joan blinked.

"Right, well-" Joan explained what had happened after they had left her tied up in the closet, a feat that had Nancy and Lucas looking over at the four with wide eyes and Steve quickly interjecting that she had been possessed and attempted to kill them. Eddie freed her, explained who she was, small nap, attempt to glance over her dream, have to explain that she's the Hellfire Club president in the future, to which Dustin paused again to relish in the pride of having an awesome daughter, to Jason thinking Eddie kidnapped her.

"Right, Jason went around telling everyone..." Nancy spoke warily at the reminder of what they had overheard from the cops. "Everyone in the town thinks Eddie has you brainwashed after keeping you locked up."

Joan let out a slow breath and winced at that, not bothering to look over at Eddie as she already knew what he was feeling.

"Cool, cool, cool, cool." Joan muttered out. "Love that... Anyways, after freeing me or whatever Jason assigned Patrick as my guard dog or whatever..." She explained the conversation, describing the nightmares and curse he though he was under and Max frowned.

"It's the same thing as everyone else..." She said with a sigh and crossing her arms over herself to get smaller. At the confused looks, her and Lucas joined in on explaining what they had found at the school last night, before Max finished with a grim, "I'm next."

The brunette nodded slowly, already knowing the gruesome future awaiting the redhead and tried to figure out how to prevent it.

"Eddie, do you know what time it was when Patrick, um-" Nancy spoke up through the silence and Eddie nodded with self-degrading smile while fiddling his watch off.

"Yeah, well, the walkie talkie wasn't the only thing I ruined when I did the whole running away bit." He threw it over to Nancy who caught it and looked at the face of it. "I know exactly what time it was."

"9:27."

"Same time our flashlights went kablooey."

"I'm gonna steal that word." Joan whispered to herself with a nod, enjoying the way it rolled off her tongue. The eighties was such an interesting time for music, fashion, pop culture, and wordsmiths. She was sure when she went back to her own time she'd confuse everyone and she was excited for it. "Kablooey."

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Boom!" Dustin shouted out sending Joan tumbling over in shock. Disregarding his future daughter's distress, Dustin shoved a finger at the party and grinned smugly. "I was right!"

Joan examined Dustin as he argued with Steve in a familiar fashion, already knowing that the two's dynamic would never change and would only grow stronger with time. And poor Steve had only a taste of what it was like to have two of them around.

Oh, poor, poor Uncle Steve.

The years only get worse when she entered the chat.

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A/N: hahaha, I abused my adhd to write the chapters. I kinda went a different route than intended, but I like this path so much more.

ANYWHO, my queens, prepare for angst, romance, and some turns.

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