[completed until season five]
you're the remedy i'm searching hard to find to fix the puzzle that i see inside.
[steve harrington x female oc]
[stranger things seasons three and four]
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CHAPTER SEVEN BACK TO THE FUTURE
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Mavis' head was throbbing as Dustin drove the group through the facility halls, trying to get to the elevator. She was in the back with Steve and Robin, using a hand to hold a tissue to her bleeding nose while the other one held her head, trying to stop the pain. However, the bickering of the other two teenagers wasn't helping at all.
"Jesus, slow down!" Steve yelled.
"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" Robin spoke.
"It's the Indy 300," he argued.
"No, dingus, it's 500!"
"It's 300!"
"Let's say a million," she said, and the two of them bursted out laughing, making Mavis lose her patience a little bit more.
"What is wrong with them?" Erica asked from the passenger seat.
"I don't know, but if they don't shut up I'm going to kill them," Mavis said as she held her head. "Also, it's 500. The Indianapolis 500."
"Ha! Told you, dingus."
"Why are you such a smartass, Mav?" Steve asked, looking at her.
"And why are you such an idiot, Stevie?" she replied in a slightly annoyed tone. However, there was a smile on her face.
He was about to answer her rhetorical question, but he got interrupted by a screaming Erica.
"Dustin, watch out!"
And just like that, they crashed against some barrels, filling the air with groans and grunts.
"You guys all right back there?" Dustin asked, turning around to face the teenagers.
"Yeah, we're fine. What is one more bruise, right?" Mavis said sarcastically.
The younger boy rolled his eyes at her sarcasm before he got out of the driver's seat and headed back to open the small door of the compartment where Mavis and the Scoops Idiots were at, the former getting out first. Her head was still aching, but at least her nose had stopped bleeding.
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"Come on. We gotta go, now," Dustin urged the other two to get out of the van.
"Come on! Get out!" Erica joined in.
"Let's go!" he yelled one more time since Steve and Robin weren't being exactly quick.
"Ow!" Steve complained. "We're coming!"
Mavis rolled her eyes as she walked over to the elevator doors, taking the card out of her stolen uniform. "Here goes nothing," she said as she entered the card in the slot, hoping it would work. And thankfully, it did: the red light turned green and the doors opened.
"This sucks," Steve complained again as the kids pushed him and Robin inside the elevator.
"Stop complaining," Mavis said as she inserted the card again, now on the inside slot, and the elevator started to go up.
It wasn't going really fast, but it was fast for Steve and Robin, as they laughed and yelled trying to get ahold of something nearby to not fall off. Then, they found a small cart.
Worst thing that could happen.
Steve got on it, and Robin was holding it and moving it around, both still giggling like kids.
"Hey! You look like you're surfing!" the girl said between laughs.
"Surfing! Yeah!
Mavis, Dustin and Erica just watched the whole thing go down, too dumbfounded to do anything.
"They seem drunk," Erica said.
"Why would they be drunk?" Dustin countered, the girl's assumption making no sense to him.
However, Mavis knew exactly what was going on with Steve and Robin. And she was about to enlighten the kids when Steve interrupted her.
"Mav, check it out! I'm a natural!" He wanted to show off in front of the prettiest girl he had ever seen, but instead, the elevator moved, making him fall to the ground.
"Wipeout!" Robin chuckled hysterically, Steve joining in.
Mavis just sighed. "They're not drunk," she said, walking over to Steve. "They've been drugged."
She knelt down next to Steve, holding a hand to his forehead and touching it. "He's burning up."
"You're burning up, Wilson. Because you're hot!" he laughed.
She just ignored what he had said as she brought her other hand to his face. "Can you be still for a moment, please?" she asked softly.
Steve did as he was told while he looked at her, his mouth agape. God, she was really pretty.
"Thanks," she smiled slightly before she opened his right eye a bit. "His pupils are dilated."
Dustin sighed. "So they have been drugged."
Mavis nodded before turning around to face Steve again. "Do you know what kind of drugs they used?"
Instead of answering her, he just booped her nose. "Steve," she sighed, "this is important. What drugs did they use?"
"How many times, sweetheart? I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana," he answered, booping her nose again.
"I need to know what they did to you, Steve," she said, worry written in her face. She needed to know, because if she knew, maybe she could help him. And she really wanted to help him.
"Is he gonna die on us?" Dustin asked worriedly, saying out loud the thoughts that were filling Mavis' mind.
"We all die, my strange little child friend," Robin suddenly spoke. "It's just a matter of how... and when."
