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Billy had been dead for six months. At least, that is what everyone thought. Thing is, after the kids had been taken out of Starcourt Mall, supposedly Billy's body just...vanished. No explanation. They'd had a memorial for him properly but still, something wasn't quite right. Even so, it was written off as yet another mystery and left alone.

What no on realized was that not all of the Russians had been captured. A good few of them made it out and along the way they'd grabbed Billy's body. They wanted to examine it more closely, determined to figure out what the deal was with the black blood that had poured from his wounds and his mouth. They had taken him to yet another secret base of operations in the middle of nowhere, ran plenty of experiments. In the end, they'd dubbed it 'Project Lazarus' because after yet another round of experiments, they'd actually ended up bringing Billy back to life.

At first, he'd been nothing but a husk. No memories of who he was or where he'd come from. The Russians were pleased with that, working on seeing what he could do. They discovered he had all these special abilities now. The same abilities as Eleven. Months passed and he started remembering, learning that the scientists didn't like that so he kept the memories to himself.

Until finally, he remembered his name. Billy Hargrove.

It was easy breaking out when everyone there was terrified of his abilities. He'd practically brought the whole place down around him. Once outside, he started walking. Hours later, he'd found a town, figured out where he was and where he needed to go. He'd broken into a house and stolen some clothes.

Now, it was the middle of December and here he was, walking in a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants with sandals as the only shoes he'd found. The night after Christmas he found himself standing outside Steve Harrington's house, staring into the other teen's window. He was dirty, freezing, starving. He'd been walking for almost two weeks. He had no clue how long he'd been gone or what had happened since. He just needed to get someone's attention.

So he knocked on the window, still staring at Steve.

Date: 2019-07-11 12:37 pm (UTC)
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It had been six months since the Russians, since the Mind Flayer's reappearance, since Starcourt Mall had fallen. Six months since Hopper died trying to stop the Gate from opening and Billy sacrificed himself to save El.

It had been five months since the Byers' and El moved away.

And things had been quiet. Steve spent most of his time either working or hanging out with Dustin, Robin and the kids. Max hadn't quite been the same but that was to be expected -her step-brother had died basically in her arms, she could be forgiven if she was withdrawn, or more frighteningly, if she lashed out occasionally.

Steve just did what he did best. He looked after them. He was the big brother they needed and he kept them safe. And so what if he had fun going on their stupid adventures or teasing Dusty-Bun over his singalong with Suzie-Poo?

He'd spent the whole day with them and had finally crawled into bed far later than he'd planned. His parents were off in Europe on some business trip and he was alone.

The former Hawkins High King was so close to being asleep when the knocking started. He ignored it at first but then the second time had him pushing himself up with a huff.

"Dustin, I swear to god, you little shit. Your mum is going to ki--" It wasn't Dustin.

Staring through his window at him was what looked like Billy Hargrove. But that was impossible! He was dead, right? They'd seen it.

But that...

"What the fuck? Hargrove?!"

Date: 2019-07-12 01:05 am (UTC)
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Steve stares for a good 45 seconds longer before the soft third of Billy’s forehead against his window tells him that this is, indeed, very real and he get a out of bed with all the grace of a baby giraffe trying to stand for the first time, long limbs tangling in the blankets and falling face first onto the floor.

Thank god his nose had healed. He didn’t need that on top of everything else going on right now.

It’s a miracle that he’s able to get untangled and back on his feet without anymore incident and he yanks the window open so quickly he has to reach out to catch Billy’s sleeve, preventing him from falling back. Or face first into Steve’s shirtless chest.

“What the fuck, Hargrove?! You were dead!”

Date: 2019-07-12 01:21 am (UTC)
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Steve continues to blink owlishly at Billy for a moment before he shakes himself out of it and his brain switches from sheer panic into the role of mother hen he seems to be taking on more and more.

“Yeah. I can... I can make you something.” There was surely something in the kitchen he could put together. “Do you want to shower? Warm up a bit.” Also, he fucking stank. “I can lend you something.”

Snorting, Steve nods. “Yeah, I know. Been there, got tortured.” He shrugs. He’s... coping. Kind of. By not thinking about it too much. “I don’t know if they will but I can ask? Dustin can get Will easily.”

But first.

“First. Shower. Then food.”

Date: 2019-07-12 02:19 pm (UTC)
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The whole thing is a mind fuck as it is and then Billy confirms that he had been dead but wasn’t now and Steve’s head is reeling with the information.

Or it is until Billy opens the hoodie completely and he sees the full extent of the physical damage the Mind Flayer did to him. He can’t help the wince when he looks at it and he has to stop himself from reaching out to touch, to see if he can feel the black veins.

He’s about to argue about how hard it is for Joyce here when Billy mentions Hopper.

“What?” But Billy is gone and Steve feels like the whole world has gone topsy turvy -not for the first time in the last few years- and he can’t seem to get a proper breath in.

But food. Billy needs food and he can’t contact Joyce right now at... god what even is the time? Too late to call. He’ll call Mrs Byers directly in the morning.

He heads down to the kitchen and, almost on auto pilot, makes a couple of PB&J sandwiches as if he were making snacks for the kids and not the former dead man in his shower.

Date: 2019-07-14 05:11 am (UTC)
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Steve's staring off into space over the kitchen sink when Billy comes in and he jumps when he hears him, spinning so quickly he catches the cup sitting by the sink, sending it tumbling to the floor as he stares at the naked form in front of him.

"Oh shit!"

Date: 2019-07-14 05:23 am (UTC)
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There's no tell-tale shattering of the glass but Steve is too busy staring in shock at Billy's blue eyes as they blacken around the edges. The scarring, now completely on display, matches the veins forming in his eyes and it's as terrifying as it is beautiful.

"Billy... your eyes."

Date: 2019-07-14 05:58 am (UTC)
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"They were black, Billy. When you..." When he caught the glass in midair and Steve was suddenly very aware of why he'd demanded they get El back.

"You have powers. Like El. Don't you?"

Date: 2019-07-14 09:13 am (UTC)
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Steve takes a step closer to Billy, wanting to reach out to him. He doesn't like the way the once stubborn and arrogant teenager seems shy and withdrawn.

"I'm sorry, Billy. When they couldn't find your body... we just assumed..." We assumed it had ended up like the others had; part of the Flayer.

Date: 2019-07-15 01:25 am (UTC)
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They'd just assumed he'd been goopified like the others and that was why they couldn't find him.

It's only when he goes to step closer that he remembers Billy's nakedness, forgotten in the face of his powers, and Steve clears his throat and makes a pointed effort to look at the other boy's face.

"Clothes! We should find you clothes."

Date: 2019-07-15 03:14 am (UTC)
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Steve keeps looking up at Billy's face as he leads the way out of the kitchen and up towards his room. There's gotta be a top and some sweats somewhere in his closet that'll fit Billy's broad shoulders.

"C'mon. We'll find something." As soon as he reaches his room, he rummages through the drawers until he finds something suitable and he throws them over his shoulder at Billy. "Here. Try these."

Date: 2019-07-16 12:33 pm (UTC)
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As soon as Billy has the pants on, Steve closes the distance between them. In a bold move, Steve reaches up to put his hand on Billy's cheek.

"You don't have to hide them from me. They're a part of you who are."

Date: 2019-07-19 12:13 pm (UTC)
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"You don't, Billy." He runs one thumb over Billy's cheek, under his eye and offers a small smile. "You look like a guy who went through hell and came out the other side."

Date: 2019-08-05 02:13 am (UTC)
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Steve is still for a moment before he returns the hug, wrapping his arms around the younger teen and holding him for as long as he needs. He's able to ignore that Billy is shirtless, kind of, but he can't miss the raised scars under his touch.

"Any time, Billy."

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