I'd Know You Anywhere, My Love - Part 2
Billy Hargrove x Steve Harrington
Warnings: Violence, injuries, panic attacks
Steve winced when he heard the telltale thud of something colliding with the front door, followed by the frantic jingle of keys before the lock was flipped and the wooden obstruction was thrown open by a disheveled Robin.
Her mouth opened, but Steve hastily raised a finger to his lips to signal that his roommate should keep her voice down. Robin’s gaze narrowed and she leveled him with a look, which would’ve been much more effective if her eyes hadn’t betrayed her fear.
Steve could certainly relate.
He was still processing all that had happened since he’d crawled out of bed, and the implications of Hargrove being alive were just now occurring to him. The Billy he saw before his panic attack hadn’t been human, at least… not completely. He hadn’t hallucinated the blond’s altered appearance, he knows that much.
Not to mention the fact that the slimy footprints that he had snapped photos of before mopping up made it clear that there’d been a rift to the Upside Down in their living room at one point during the night.
Steve had gone cold with the knowledge that there had been a gateway to the teen’s own personal hell just one door away from him while he slept, he was just lucky that it was Billy who came through and not… something else.
But the thing that Steve was stumped on was the fact that there was a distinct lack of a rift when he left his room and El was the only person he knew that could close gateways between the two dimensions. Steve knew that the rifts didn’t just mend themselves, so that just begged the question of whether it was possible that Billy was capable of sealing the tears just like El.
“Steve, where is it? Don’t tell me you left that thing to its own devices!” Robin hissed, pulling Steve from his morbid speculations. “I don’t know what it told you, but it is not Hargrove. Hargrove is dead.”
Steve grimaced, it’s not like he wasn’t there. He watched, frozen, as Billy stood up to the monster. Watched as Billy was impaled, watched as he dropped, watched as Max cried over her dying brother. Watched him choke out his last words, words Steve had been too far away to hear. Watched the puddle of black blood steadily grow underneath him still body.
His eyes had stung with tears, a lump lodging itself into his throat, stealing his voice. He felt like he was a little kid again, like he had been transported back into the body of that lonely boy who was abandoned by his dismissive parents, who was terribly frightened of the silence he found himself surrounded by.
“Steve! Calm down, you’re going to trigger an attack.” The brunet blinked, Robin’s worried face swimming into vivid clarity. “There you are, now breathe with me.” She immediately took an exaggerated breath in and Steve made a valiant attempt to copy her, his inhale was shaky and his lungs forced the breath back out almost immediately.
But Robin didn’t seem to mind, merely breathing in again to prompt Steve to do the same.
His brows furrowed when he realized that he was seated on the floor, practically curled into a ball. His face heated up in embarrassment, but Robin just continued to map mindless patterns onto his heaving back with her finger.
“Thanks.” Steve mumbled, grateful for Robin’s patience with him. He knew he was a wreck. Life had shattered him, leaving the brunette to try and fit the jagged edges of himself back together into something that resembled functional.
“No need to thank me Steve, it’s what friends are for.” Robin’s tone left no room for argument and Steve had long since given up on trying to talk her out of rooming with him.
“I took a cold shower so there’s plenty of hot water for you if you want to- Bambi? Are you okay?”
Steve’s head whirled towards Billy, who had paused in the mouth of the hallway, the darkness there partially hiding him from view. He was clad in sweatpants -one of Steve’s favorite pairs- which displayed the plethora of pale scarring from familiar wounds that were located on the blonde’s damp sides and chest.
“Who’s this? Why are you hunched like that? Did she do something?” The blond’s voice had dropped into something more… unhinged by the third question.
Billy’s glacial eyes slid away from Steve to fasten onto Robin, a predator sizing up their prey. His gaze was bright with the promise of violence, it was an unsettling expression that the brunet was well-acquainted with.
Steve glanced at Robin to gauge how she was handling the pressure of that deranged stare, which was why he caught the way her own gaze flicked over to the bat. Steve had propped it up against the arm of the couch, not wanting it to be far away just in case another rift opened.
She tensed in a telling way and Steve’s eyes widened when he realized what she intended to do, which meant that Billy probably noticed as well.
“Robin no- Wait!” He reached out to grab her, but she was already off the ground and making a mad dash for the melee weapon. Billy tore after her with a wide, feral grin that sent chills down Steve’s spine.
The brunet scrambled upright as Billy collided with Robin, her extended hand missing the handle of the bat by a few measly inches before they both went down with an audible thud. Robin wheezed when Billy’s full bodyweight crushed her, struggling weakly when the blond shifted until he was straddling her back to keep her down.
“Don’t worry Bambi, she’s not going anywhere.” Billy’s gaze was pinned to Robin’s neck, his lips peeling back in the parody of a smile before his tongue ran over his blunt human teeth.
“Hold on, this is just a big misunderstanding. Please get off her.” Steve grabbed Billy’s bicep, gently tugging to coax the puzzled blond to his feet.
“Bambi, what-” Billy cut himself off with a grunt when Robin unexpectedly kicked out, his left knee buckling with a sickening pop that had Steve’s insides lurching. Billy dropped down onto his good knee with enough force to make the brunet cringe, the blond’s loud cursing making it clear that it had felt just as painful as it had looked.
Steve didn’t even realize that Robin had moved until Billy grabbed his wrist in a borderline painful grip, looking over the brunet’s shoulder with panicked blue eyes.
“Fuck! Steve, get behind me! She’s got your bat-”
“Steve, get away from it! I’m putting this thing down-”
The brunet sucked in a surprised breath when he was dragged away from Billy by the back of his shirt, only to abruptly jerk to a harsh stop that made his shoulder scream in protest when the arm that the blond held hostage was pulled taut. Steve flinched at the hot stab of pain that zipped down to the tips of his fingers, gritting his teeth against the uncomfortable pull.
The next moment though, the blond was releasing his iron grip on Steve’s wrist. The brunet stumbled back with the strength of Robin’s insistent pulling, his roommate putting distance between Steve and Billy, the latter having relocated both hands to his wounded knee.
There was a sharp crack when the blond jerked the injured limb to the side, then Billy was gingerly climbing to his feet, scowling at his left leg when he put weight onto it.
Robin’s fingers fell away from Steve’s shirt in favor of readying the bat for a full assault, the blond’s gaze fixing itself onto the brandished weapon before he froze. Billy’s eyes repeatedly jumped from the spiked end of the bat to Steve, his features downright malicious as he held his hands up in a placating gesture.
“Okay… let’s just leave Harrington out of this, yeah?” Billy would’ve appeared casual to almost anyone else, but Steve had seen the brutality that lurked behind the blond’s nonchalant demeanor too many times to be fooled himself. There was fury burning like an uncontrollable inferno in his eyes, his compact body a ridged line.
Steve was baffled by how fast the blond had backed off until he considered where each of them stood in relation to one another. The brunet was positioned a step in front of his roommate, and she had moved to the right in order to give herself room to swing.
The teen’s brows shot up to his hairline when he realized that, in Billy’s eyes, it probably looked like Robin was preparing to hit Steve. Which meant that there was an overwhelming possibility that the blond wasn’t going at her right now because he believed that Robin was using him as leverage.
“What? You’re the one who dragged him into this by wearing that fucking face!” Robin spat, taking a menacing step forward. Steve winced at his friend’s declaration, because to Billy it would definitely sound like a threat.
“Just wait till I get my hands on you…” The blond purred, his arms lowering back to his sides, hands curling into tight fists.
Unfortunately, Steve couldn't see a peaceful end to this situation, each scenario he thought up resulted in an outcome that was worse than the first.
He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t know how to keep Robin and Billy from killing the other. His ribcage tightened, threatening to compromise his ability to breathe. Steve’s next exhale left his lungs in the form of a desperate gasp, white noise filling up his ears.
“Easy Bambi, it’s alright. I won’t let her hurt you.” Billy’s voice softened into something that should’ve been soothing, but the blond’s words only made it that much harder to inhale. Someone was going to die, someone was going to be reduced to a cooling corpse in his living room because he couldn’t manage to get his traitorous body under control and explain the situation to them.
“What the hell? I’m not going to- Shit, Steve, you're not looking so good.” Robin took her eyes off of Billy to instead take inventory of the wheezing brunet, her grip on the bat loosening a fraction as she debated on how to proceed.
Steve chanced a brief look at Billy just in time to see the blond shift his weight in a telling manner, Robin redirecting her attention away from Billy for that split second was all the blond needed in order to gain the upper hand.
Billy moved with all the grace of a deadly predator, rapidly closing the distance between them with speed that was almost inhuman.
Thankfully, Robin had been honing her reflexes since she found out about the Upside Down and the nightmarish creatures that dwelled within the twisted dimension. So Steve wasn’t exactly surprised when Robin managed to shove the brunette out of the line of fire before swinging the bat with a ferocity that would make professional baseball players green with envy.
The blond’s grin was all teeth as he ducked at the last possible moment to avoid the lethal hit, Robin backpedaling in order to maintain the open space between the two blood-thirsty individuals.
They circled each other as Steve debated what he could possibly do to avoid the death of either of the teenagers and, the first thing that popped into his mind was risky, but it had a high probability of stopping them both in their tracks. So when Robin planted a rough kick to Billy’s chest to knock him off-balance and wound up for another swing, Steve scrambled up from the floor and threw himself between the two.
Robin’s eyes blew wide, a horrified gasp of his name bursting from her lips. The brunet was frozen, watching as his trusty bat came hurtling toward his head. There was no doubt in his mind that he was about to die, and at the hands of his best friend no less. He hoped that she knew that he wasn’t mad at her, that he forgave her without hesitation or lingering spite.
He couldn’t close his eyes, couldn’t pry his gaze away from the horrified look on Robin's face. The approaching nails that seemed to excitedly reach out for his soft flesh were a mere blur in his peripheral vision.
Then, suddenly, there was the rush of wind across his face as a tanned arm shot out, blocking Robin’s pale, panicked features from his sight. Steve’s uncomprehending gaze followed the limb, eyes screeching to a halt on the charcoal-colored wrist.
Billy had somehow managed to get his right arm around Steve’s head and, using a hand that was suddenly adored with deadly claws, caught the bat by the crooked nails. The unyielding metal spikes bit into dark flesh when they met the blond’s extended appendage, the momentum pushing Billy hand back towards Steve’s wide-eyed expression. The scrape of the nail’s sharpened tips raked across the brunet’s cheek, red lines raising in their wake.
Steve tensed when the broad chest that was pressed flush against his back vibrated, a low sound working its way out from between the blond’s gritted teeth. The brunet realized with a start that Billy was growling, the menacing rumble was unlike anything Steve had ever heard before. It was high and raspy, like a hiss, but with a deeper echo that had the hair on the brunet’s arms standing on end.
Sure, he had jokingly called Billy an animal earlier, but if how the blond reacted to Robin’s hostility was any indication… Billy had some serious issues in the upstairs department.
Billy’s grip on the bat tightened and Robin relinquished the weapon to the blond immediately, even going as far as backing away a few shaky steps. Steve watched her retreat, a lump getting stuck in his throat when her trembling hands lifted to cover her face with a shuddering curse muttered into her palms.
Steve was careful to keep himself between Billy and Robin as the blond used his free hand to pry the bat away from his palm, the nails coming free from the torn flesh with a wet squelch that had Steve’s insides churning uneasily.
The blond’s lip curled into a sneer as he scrutinized the several holes that now littered his hand, like their mere existence offended him. The mutilated limb was leaking the same dark sludge as before, the ink-like blood pooling in his palm before running over the edge of his hand, the thick streams of the dark liquid spilling out onto the floor.
Billy kept a hold of the weapon with his undamaged hand, gripping just under the plethora of chaotically placed nails as he turned the makeshift weapon this way and that as if to study it.
“I’m sick and tired of this fucking bat.”
Billy’s voice was… wrong. It sent an icy chill down Steve’s spine, the cold settling heavy in his stomach and making the organ churn uneasily. Billy talking was somehow so much worse than the growling he’d heard from the blond earlier.
Within one breath and the next, the gray claw around the bat flexed, the wood splintering under the force of compression put behind the violent action. Both Steve and Robin flinched at the loud crack, the latter even taking a step toward the pair in front of her in a useless attempt to protect Steve.
“Fuck off, bitch.” Steve shuddered as the blond’s raspy voice sounded from right next to his ear, Billy’s breath caressing his skin with each heaving breath. The entirety of this situation was giving the brunet mixed signals.
The press of Billy’s body at his back and his breath on his neck was familiar and intimate, but Steve’s animal brain kept screaming at him to run, insisting that the blond was dangerous. So it left Steve caught in this awkward limbo between utter terror and inappropriate arousal.
“You take another step and I’m gonna gut you and skip-rope with your intestines.” Billy snarled as one of his gray hands came forward and placed itself possessively across Steve’s stomach, pulling him with Billy as the blond took a step back and away from Robin.
The female teen looked visibly confused for a moment before Billy’s words registered and some light bulb went off in her head. The whole process looked painful and Steve wasn’t really following.
“Wait, so you’re not trying to hurt Steve?” Robin asked, disbelief dripping from each syllable, which made Billy bristle at his back. They stood in mutual silence for a few seconds before the blonde teen broke it with a snarl.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You’re the one that barged in here acting all crazy and shit!” At the smooth sound of the blond’s smooth baritone, Steve glanced down at the hand across his waist and, sure enough, it was back to its normal tan color. Thank god. At least the confusion stopped Billy’s murderous rage in its tracks.
“Me!? You’re the dangerous creature from another fucking dimension-”
“Ha! That’s fucking rich coming from the one who went at me with a bat and used Steve-”
“Okay, stop!” Steve’s voice rang out into the apartment and the squabbling teens went silent. “Robin, he’s not gonna hurt me. Billy, she’s not trying to hurt me. No one is maiming anyone! Both of you can chill the fuck out now!” The brunet was panting by the end of his heated rant and both teens were staring at him with wide eyes.
Then Billy was shaking, his surprisingly high-pitched laughter filling the room and breaking the tense silence that had descended upon them. It was the soft, genuine laugh that Steve would sometimes hear when he caught Billy off guard with a stupid joke or embarrassing story from his youth and the sound sent a bolt of grief through him at the reminder of that comfortable companionship he'd had with the blond.
Right up until Steve fucked it all up.
“Are we done here?” The question came out more harsh than Steve had meant it to, and Billy’s laughter abruptly stopped as he finally let go of Steve and stepped away to give the brunet some breathing room.
“Damn Bambi, you’ve got one hell of a mean streak.” Billy crooned with a flirtatious smirk that didn't reach his eyes before addressing Robin. “Truce?”
He held out a hand, but Robin didn’t reach for it. She merely leveled the offered appendage with a distrusting glare, opting to instead turn to Steve for advice on how to proceed.
The brunet shrugged and nodded towards Billy’s outstretched hand, Robin rolling her eyes before taking the blond’s attempt at an olive branch. She startled as the grip on her limb was used to jerk her closer.
“I’m not sorry for my actions and I will do it again if you pull something. But keep in mind that next time, Steve won’t be able to stop me.” Billy said mildly, tone deceptively casual, as if he were simply making a comment about the weather instead of threatening to kill someone.
Robin ripped her arm from his lax grasp, taking Steve by the wrist and dragging him into the kitchen for some privacy.
“What are we gonna do about him? He’s a wild card that we don’t need right now.” Robin hissed as soon as they were relatively alone, briefly glancing back at a smiling Billy, who had obediently stayed exactly where they had left him in the living room.
Steve shook his head in disagreement, the action pulling her attention back to him. “It’s not him that’s the problem, Robin. It’s the implications of him being here and alive. That’s the problem.”
They both glanced over at the blonde, who’d apparently gotten bored with their secrecy, and planted himself onto the couch with some snacks.
“The Upside Down.” She whispered, like if she spoke too loudly then one of the Demogorgons would hear her and rip open a portal to kill them right there. Steve nodded in agreement, fearing that if he tried to speak, that his voice would crack and give away his horror.
He thought that he had gotten rid of that terrible dimension and all of it’s fucked-up monsters, but it always managed to slither its way back into his life, affecting him and the kids. He was already on a cocktail of intense medications because of the trauma and now it’s come back for more.
“Steve, if this is the Upside Down, that means they’re in danger too. You know what we have to do.” Robin stared imploringly at the reluctant brunet until he caved. Either they warned the kids, or the rugrats found out the hard way and someone got hurt.
“You’re right. We need to call El and Max.”
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