Fics like turn your back on mother nature

Steve nods toward El, drawing the kid’s attention there. “That’s El, my sister. If you take a look at her wrist, you’ll see a number there. Eleven.” The kid’s eyes widen at that. “Mine too. I have one, just like you.” He pushes his sleeve up, unlatches the watch. There’s a special product he’s supposed to use to take the concealer off, but after so many days, it’s flaking anyway. It’s not hard to drag his nails over the fake coloring until the ugly black markings underneath pop up. He angles his wrist, giving the kid a clear shot. He hears his breath catch. Steve’s had too, when he’d read the kid’s number and put two and two together. “I have one just like you,” he repeats. Dustin lets the kid raise his own wrist, pressing it close to Steve’s. The two three-digit figures sit there, next to each other, mirroring their twin. Steve sucks in a breath. “You feel things that you shouldn’t, that aren’t yours. None of the scientists know it, but you can change them too. You’re stronger than anyone else can tell. Do you know how I know that?” Little Number Seven nods and whispers, “‘Cause you’re me.” or, Steve is from the lab. His child self shows up in his living room. This is a problem.

Fics like turn your back on mother nature

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