Disclaimer: I don't own Stranger Things or the Find Your Fate. I'm just using these for fun.

I originally meant this to be a little hurt/comfort one shot but it started to take on a life of it's own. At the end of each chapter you'll be given two choices. Write a review with your vote for what you want to happen next. The one with the most votes will be the next chapter.

Warning. There are some scenes and themes in this story that some may find a bit disturbing. I apologise.

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Chapter 1

Another quiet day in Hawkins. No missing kids, no secret government experiments, no monsters from another dimension. Jim Hopper sighed happily. He could get used to this. An easy day and the house to himself for once. Eleven was having a sleepover at Maxs'.

Hopper was pleased the two of them were finally getting along. Heading into the teenage years Eleven needed a girl friend. Someone she could talk about boys and clothes with. Besides, rivalries between girls were bad enough, add telekinetic power into the mix and things could get explosive.

He grabbed his hat, jacket and keys and was nearly out the door when his secretary Polly called him back. He sighed, less happily. It was too good to be true, he should have known.

"What?" he snapped.

"It's Mrs Gunderson" Polly said

Hopper groaned in exasperation. Mrs Gunderson was a widow and one woman Neighbourhood Watch. She spent all day by the window with a pair of binoculars, looking for suspicious behaviour to report. She called the police about everything from kids to wildlife.

"What's happened?" he asked sarcastically. "Raccoons eating her garbage again?

"She saw Lonnie Byers car, weaving all over the road"

Hopper began to get a bad feeling.

"Which direction was he going?"

Polly raised an eyebrow.

"You really need to ask?"

Feeling like a stone had dropped into his stomach Hopper grabbed the nearest phone and punched in Joyce's number.

"Come on, come on, come on." he chanted as the phone rang and rang. "Come on! Answer!" he shouted before slamming down the receiver. "Shit!"

Ignoring Polly's raised eyebrows he ran for his truck. Lonnie Byers being back in town meant one thing. Trouble. Thank God the kids were out. Will sleeping over at the Wheelers, Jonathan on a date with Nancy. Still, Hopper's blood ran cold at the thought of what Lonnie might do to Joyce when he found her alone.

The file cabinets at the station were jam packed with reports of domestic disturbances at the Byers. Hopper himself had lost count of the number of calls he'd received from concerned neighbours or the terrified kids. He still got cold shivers down his spine when he recalled the fear in Jonathan and Will's voices. He pressed down harder on the gas pedal.

Arriving at the Byers' house Hopper got a horrible sense of deja vu. Lonnie's car was parked at a drunken angle, the mailbox still stuck to the front bumper. Drunk Lonnie was the worst, the most violent. Hearing Joyce scream, Hopper tore up the steps and burst in the door.

Lonnie had Joyce pinned to the kitchen floor. He held her arms down above her head, and he was sat on her legs, unbuckling his pants, her shirt torn open exposing her breasts in a simple cotton bra.

"GET OFF HER!" Hopper roared, grabbing Lonnie by the scruff of his neck and practically flinging him across the room.

Joyce sat up and scooted back across the floor, trying to put as much distance between herself and her ex husband as she could. Hopper stood protectively in front of her, his breathing shallow, his hands balled into fist, trying to resist the urge to beat Lonnie into a blood pulp.

Climbing to his feet, Lonnie smirked at his old rival.

"No need to get so upset Jimmy. I was gonna let you have her after I was finished" He laughed.

WHAM!

Hopper's fist smashed into Lonnie's face with a satisfying crunch, his other fist made a soft thudding sound as it collided with Lonnie's stomach. Then Hopper's knee came up and caught Lonnie hard in the balls. The other man fell to the floor groaning in pain. Hopper kicked him in the stomach once more for good measure, then pulled him up by his shirt and half-dragged, half-carried him out the door.

"Get out of here!" Hopper growled throwing Lonnie down the porch steps like the piece of garbage he was. "If I catch you round here again I'll kill you."

He waited until Lonnie climbed painfully into his car and drove off before going back inside.

Joyce was putting her torn shirt at the bottom of the trash where the boys wouldn't find it. Hopper turned round to give her a bit of privacy, although the image was seared in his memory.

"You can look now" she said softly.

He turned round. She'd put her cardigan back on and stood awkwardly, hugging herself and biting her lip. He wished she wouldn't do that. It made him think of things he shouldn't in the circumstances.

"Are you hurt?" he asked focusing on the matter at hand.

"I hit my head on the table when I fell" Joyce told him. "I don't think it's bleeding though"

"Is it okay if I check?" Hopper asked holding his hands up but not touching her without her say so.

When she nodded, he gently examined the area she indicated, brushing her hair out of the way while he looked for blood. She hissed with pain when his fingers found a large lump.

"You're right. There's no blood, but you've got one hell of a bump there"

There was a bit of an awkward silence. Joyce broke it.

"How did you know he was here?"

"Mrs Gunderson. She saw his car. Called the station"

"Thank God she did. If she hadn't. If you hadn't come..." Joyce dissolved into tears as the reality of what had nearly happened tonight hit home. Her knees gave way. Hopper scooped her up and carried into the front room. He sat down on the sofa with her on his lap, holding her as she cried, like he'd done countless times before with Sara and Eleven.

It took him about two seconds to realise his mistake. What works with your daughters doesn't work so well with a woman you're attracted, especially when you're already kind of aroused. He could feel every inch of Joyces' body pressed against his own. He vividly remembered what was just underneath that cardigan. The inevitable happened. He got an erection. He silently cursed himself and tried to shift his seat so she wouldn't feel it.

No such luck, Joyce moved and her thigh brushed against Hopper's erection. She pulled back a little and looked into his eyes. She bit her lip and he felt himself get harder. The atmosphere around them began to crackle with electricity.

TO BE CONTINUED...

This first one is a bit of an easy one. Should they kiss or shouldn't they. YES or NO. Review and vote.