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this is garbage

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"What happened?" Stiles asked when he came home from work and found her, hours later, curled in a ball on her bed, eyes red-rimmed and puffy, even though he knew perfectly well what had happened because Derek had told him and Scott had told him and Isaac had asked if anyone had told him. He owed it to her to hear her side, even with all those witnesses telling it the same way.

She glared up from under her eyelashes. "You're going to take his side anyway," she said bitterly, and he shrugged.

"Possibly. Tell me anyway."

"He flipped out."

"Why?"

"See, you think it was my fault."

"I'm giving you the chance to tell me what happened. If I don't know your side, I can't make an informed decision."

"Decision about what?"

"About whether I'm pissed off at you or not."

"I'm tired of everyone bossing me around. Treating me like a kid."

"You're the youngest member of the pack."

"I KNOW that, Stiles. Doesn't mean I'm completely incompetent."

"No one thinks that."

"HE does. He won't even let me do totally safe Pack things. That's all I wanted, to go with Scott and Isaac on one little mission."

"He's protective. That's his job as an Alpha. As YOUR Alpha."

"He's not like that with the others."

"The others are older, more experienced, and not my little sister."

"That's not my fault. I didn't ask you guys to hook up!"

"True statement. But here we are. And being the youngest, AND the newest, AND my little sister comes with burdens like overprotective Pack members. Scott wouldn't have let you go either."

"SCOTT wouldn't have flipped out on me, though."

"Derek flipped out on you."

"Yes."

"Details, please."

"I just respectfully asked him if he would give me a chance to prove myself."

"And he said..."

"He said no."

"And you said..."

"I said it wasn't fair."

"Which isn't exactly the most mature argument, but what ELSE did you say?"

Deep sigh. "He pushed me to this point."

"What did you say?"

"You had to be there to get all the finer points."

"What. Did. You. Say?"

Long pause. Brown eyes beseeching. "I said he had no right to cut me out of Pack stuff just because he's fucking my brother."

"You said this to your Alpha."

"Yes."

Stiles slapped his palms down on both knees and stood from the bed. "Well, I've decided."

"Let me guess."

"You deserved every single smack."

"Stiles!"

"I love you, I'm sorry you're feeling bad, I understand why you're upset. But you totally deserved to have your ass handed to you, and if you don't apologize to him before this night is out, I will personally request a repeat performance. Clear?"

"But.."

"Are we clear?"

"Yes, fine, clear. You're as bad as he is."

There are WORSE songs. But by people with absolutely no talent. This is a song but hugely influential, hugely successful, legendary punk band The Offspring. I REALLY LIKE THE OFFSPRING!?

What the fuck is this?

What were they thinking?

Why did this happen?

HOW did this happen?!

It's one of my versions of Bill (in construction-) that I imagined because I love drama ⛷️ (quick explanation with some ugly sketches-)

It's basically where Bill and Steve get pulled into another dimension (kidnapping) after the destruction of Euclydia.

The dimension they arrive at is one where the Axolotl is not in control (or something like that), and there is a version of the Theraprism where they keep beings from different worlds captive to "experiment" with them. That's where Bill and Steve ended up.