Robin, Dustin, and Erica get Steve and I into a golf cart of sorts. We hit a bump and I bounce around hitting Steve.
"Jesus, slow down!" Steve shouts.
"Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?" I say.
"It's the Indy 300," Steve insists.
"No, idiot, it's 500!" I argue.
"It's 300!" Steve shouts.
"Let's say a million," I offer.
Steve and I both laugh.
"What is wrong with you?" Robin asks.
I don't do anything other than laugh.
"Dustin, watch out!" Erica shouts.
I fall backwards hitting my head on the metal cage between the front and back of the cart. I groan in pain as I hold my head.
Dustin opens the door. "Come on. We gotta go, now."
"Come on! Get out!" Erica shouts.
Dustin claps his hands. "Let's go!"
Dustin reaches forward and pulls me by the arm. I fall out of the golf cart followed by Steve.
"We're coming!" Steve says. "This sucks."
We get back onto the elevator that brought us down to the Russian lab in the first place. Steve is standing on a cart, and I laugh as he tries to keep his balance.
"Hey! You look like you're surfing!" I shout.
Steve laughs. "Surfing! Yeah! Whoa!"
"They seem drunk," Erica says.
"Why would they be drunk?" Dustin asks.
"They're not drunk," Robin insists.
"I'm a natural! Check it out!" Steve shouts before falling forward onto the floor.
"Wipeout!" I shout.
Dustin leans over Steve. "He's burning up."
"You're burning up," Steve counters.
"One sec, one sec. Steve, Steve," Dustin says.
Steve reaches his arm up to push Dustin away. "God, no. Ow!"
"His pupils are super dilated," Dustin states.
Robin looks at me. She reaches out to touch me. I try to move away but she forces my eye open wider. "Candy's too."
"Maybe they are drugged," Erica says.
Steve reaches out and touches Dustin's nose. "Ugh. Boop!"
"Steve, are you drugged?" Dustin asks.
"How many times, Dad?" Steve says. "I don't do drugs. It's only marijuana."
"This isn't funny, okay?" Dustin tells him. "I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?"
I go to touch Robin's hair, and she pulls away.
Steve hits Dustin again on the nose. "Boop."
"We all die, Dustin. It's just a matter of how... and when," I tell him.
Dustin ignores me and turns back to Steve. "They're gonna be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car."
"Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?" Steve asks.
"I would kill for a hot dog on a stick," I confess.
"Ooh!" Steve says.
"All right. Yeah, food. Yes, you can have as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked," Dustin tells us.
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slay 'em dead//Steve Harrington
Fanfiction"It's a school night," I remind him. "Shouldn't you be inside?" Steve asks. "But it's so nice out here," I tell him. "I mean I am pretty nice to look at," Steve remarks.
