#this was made specifically for my steve henderson fic so a lot of this backstory is tied to that

[devondespresso]

FINALLY

after NINE. HOURS. (NOT including meals and sleep) ITS FUCKING DONE.

A complete floorplan of the entire Harrington house. Including too much thought about random, throw-away lines from characters and squint-to-see-it background glimpses inside.

plently of stuff in the actual house is altered or straight up ignored in favor of following the fiction logic and because I Wanted To. A lot of this is motivated by my headcanons for the Harringtons and how I'm writing them in my fic, but I'm also certainly not an architect so it's by no means perfect. It is, however, unreasonably canon compliant in the few bits we do see.

Thought Process (for context):

the darker shaded floor areas are lower than the rest, some bits like the garages having stairs and some areas like the sun and dining rooms list being like a step lower. Windows are marked with dashes along the outside, sliding doors are two thin lines slightly overlapping, stairs change color as they diverge from the level we're looking at, and furniture is eyeballed so don't look to closely a the scale.

not all closets are labeled, just the ones i figured could be confusing. Steve and the guest rooms have closets i promise.

the laundry room and pantry are not the same size but by the time i noticed i was exhausted. so pretend they're both more reasonably sized.

i don't know what the floorplan symbol for garage door is and then i forgot to look so the headlights point to where the doors are and you can see them clearly in photos so yeah.

The general layout is based on the idea that the Harringtons are or were into hosting dinner parties and business meetings in their home, especially as a young rich couple looking for respect in their circles (Mr. Harrington taking on his father's business and reinforcing that power, Mrs. Harrington climbing her own social ladder and building an image).

So the house is laid out with hosting areas towards the right with the office big and near the dining room because it's more than just a workplace, it represents him as a businessman. In canon the entryway and living room both have very high ceilings and no second-floor above them, so I'd imagine they're also aware of how the top floor looks from below, hence the fancy double/french doors to the master bedroom which is in plain view from below. Steve's room and the guest room are's nearly as visible.

As for the kitchen and sun/pool rooms, I see them more as secondary hosting areas that aren't used as the main location most of the time and are more this background setting to these events that still feel rich. The kitchen is massive and mostly for dinner-parties and Mrs. Harrington's social events.

The kitchen and main bathroom's placement is based on a line Steve said to Barb giving her directions to the bathroom: "down past the kitchen, to the left". With the massive living room on the left and wanting to keep the dining and office close by, i interpreted the "to the left" part being like "find the kitchen, then turn left". And with the rest of the area being open-concept, the bathroom would be the only normal door over there and easy to find. it's a bit of a stretch with just that line, but it makes sense to me with the rest of the context for the layout.

the basement is similar to this, though not as openly displayed so I imagine its for slightly closer friends. Theres a garage door down there so I figured Mr. Harrington might have a cool car he shows off, like he's letting people in on a personal detail about himself. There's also a guest room down there (the only one still considered 100% for guests, more on that later) for those people.

beside the basement garage, there was originally one main garage that holds two cars, obvious Mr. and Mrs. Harrington's cars. I imagine they bought the house before having kids, so a third one wasn't on the mind but after having Steve they added the front one (either turning the carport into a closed garage or they never had a carport and added a whole new addition, up to you)

Both garages lead to the same part of the house, and that area is the only one besides the water heater room that is purely function over effect. It still looks good like the rest of the house but it's not made to be fancy because guests would rarely need to be over there if at all and it's not noteworthy from other parts of the house.

In my headcanon, Steve's room used to be a guest room, staying his room from nursery to present with Mrs. Harrington renovating every now and then. Its one of those places in the house that doesn't have to look perfect for all to see, so she gets creative and has fun with it.

The upstairs guest room is also unofficially Mrs. Harrington's room, based on a line where Tommy mentions a fireplace in "his mom's room" instead of "guest room" or "parent's room" or "master bedroom". I belatedly realized this could be a solidarity thing with Steve hating his dad and calling the master bedroom his mom's room, but that was after 9 hours of this and im not changing it but there you go. In this version, I imagine she leaves the master some nights because her marriage with Mr. Harrington is failing (cheating and all, I wouldn't want to be in the same bed with someone who cheated either)

the master bathroom was an executive decision, just looking at the house in canon and not having enough space in my first attempts, i decided the triangle roof part above the dining and office could fit a master bathroom.

Feel free to use or reference this in your own fics! Feel free to block out my furniture or walls and make your own version. If you share my image please credit with an @ mention!! (again, 9 hours) (thank you fhalsfhd)

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New Journey (S.H) Chapter 6 Season 1

! This is a backstory. There are more chapters to the actual fic. Check my masterlist !

Pairing: (eventual) Steve Harrington x henderson!reader

Summary: The beggining of the story. How did Y/n Henderson get herself into this mess? How did she deal with the loss of a dear friend and how will she survive the bullies and monsters?

Warnings: swearing, blood, Steve being an asshole

Notes: So... this is awkward. There is no excuse for my absence, but here I am with all the parts of season 1 complete! So in the next couple of days, I will be dropping the two final chapters as well and then start working on season 4 (fr pls believe me, I will finish this I swear 😭). So, I hope you enjoy and stay safe out there!💕

P.S. If you want to be untagged after all this time I completely understand, so just inform me!

Gif not mine

Chapter 5 << Masterlist >> Chapter 7

“I tried getting in touch with you.” your brother tried to explain himself.

“I left the walkie at home.” you told him sternly.

“Why did you leave it at home?” he protested back as if he wasn’t the one in the wrong right now.

“Because I didn’t want to make myself a target when I potentially came across a deadly monster, Dustin!” your voice was beginning to get higher, but not enough for your mother to hear.

You and your brother were arguing about everything that had occurred yesterday. After you had woken up you knocked on Dustin’s door to tell him about your last night’s discoveries, you noticed how stiffly he was sitting on his bed as he watched you tell him all about it. At first, you thought he was simply terrified of the things you told him, but the single drop of sweat on his forehead gave away the fact he was hiding something.

He gave in after only one question. He told you about their trip to the woods, the fight, and Eleven’s disappearance. You couldn’t even put into words how angry you were at all three of them.

“I’m sorry, okay? We thought we’d find something…” his eyes were staring at the floor, not daring to look up at you. He had never seen you so disappointed in him. He hated it when you fought.

“Yes, Dustin, you could have found something. Something so horrid that left Nancy in full shock yesterday. Something that is going after the people in this town. That is why I went into the woods and specifically told you not to follow. Can you not understand the kind of situation that we are under? And not to mention, Eleven is now gone. She is alone in that forest just because you can’t follow one rule!” you despised yourself whenever you yelled at Dustin. He was your little brother; it was your job to keep him safe. But he was still your brother and a lot of times he would get on your nerves. However, seeing his sunken face made your heart ache, so you decided to resolve this with a softer approach.

“So now what? You guys are not even talking?” you sat beside him on his bed. He shuffled, turning his body a bit towards you before speaking.

“Mike and Lucas are still mad at one another. I tried to talk some sense into them, but failed… Y/n, I-I truly am sorry. I know we shouldn’t have attempted to try anything, but constantly sitting still, worrying about Will and you out there… We felt like we had to do something.” he was playing with his hands, so you put your own on top to comfort him. You had just now realized how red his face had gotten. He was trying to keep his tears from falling.

“I know this is hard for you... But putting yourselves in danger is not going to help anyone right now, all right?” you patted his back as he nodded his head listening to your words “Now, I have a job for you.” his eyes lit up “You’re going to splash some water on your face and then bike to Mike’s, make him and Lucas talk and get back together. I can’t continue this monster hunting without the three of you and your crazy, but surprisingly accurate theories.”

He did as he was told. After five minutes you had said goodbye to your mother and were ready to head in your separate directions.

“So, you’re going back out there?” he asked shyly, his bike on his side.

“Yep, and because now I understand I will never be able to contain you all… Here.” you handed him an army knife  “Use it only when you need to. Don’t go showing it off.” you hoped he would at least listen to you about this.

“I promise I will.” he smiled up at you as he took it and placed it in his bag “Be careful out there.”

“I always am, buddy.” you ruffled his hat-covered head and waited for Jonathan to arrive. Hardly five minutes had passed when you saw the familiar vehicle heading towards you. You noticed Nancy was already in the passenger’s seat, which confused you since your house is closer to Jonathan’s than the Wheeler’s, but you didn’t think much of it.

You got in the back and greeted them both. You could tell by the bags under their eyes that they didn’t have a good night’s sleep yesterday and you understood why. All you could think about was the terrified look on Nancy’s face, her screams calling for one of you to find her.

“You guys okay?”

“More than okay. We have a plan.” Nancy announced, not an inch of fear in her voice. It surprised you to see her so determined, but you were glad you were going back into action. This thing had to be dealt with fast.

As Jonathan drove to the store, Nancy explained what your next plan involves.

“So, you think it can detect blood? What, like a shark?” your brows furrowed as you listened to her.

“Think about it. Before Barbara disappeared, she had cut herself with a bear bottle, you fell off your bike and scratched your knee the night it approached you, and yesterday the deer was bleeding as well.” she had turned her whole body from the front of the car to look at you while she spoke.

“So even a single drop of blood…” you thought out loud.

“Can attract it, yeah.” Nancy finished your sentence with a quick nod.

“If we are right about this then we can-” Jonathan started speaking before it finally clicked inside your head why you were heading to the hunting store.

“We can lure it to us.” your eyes lit up.

“And into a trap.” Nancy nodded, glad to see you agreed with them.

___

You all were strolling around the store, picking up everything that looked useful or harmful enough for a monster. Your eyes fell upon the bear traps, and you signaled for Nancy and Jonathan to take a look, agreeing in silence that it was one of your best shots at getting this thing. After your shopping you placed everything on top of the counter, staring at the cashier as if this number of weapons and supplies was normal.

“And I’ll have four boxes of the .38s.” Jonathan spoke, and you watched as the man grabbed those for you.

“What you kids doin’ with all this?” his expression was full of confusion.

You turned to look at Nancy next to you and Jonathan on the other end, contemplating whether to lie or not, when Nancy beat you both to it as she responded with a shrug “Monster hunting.”.

You held your breath, hoping not to be asked any more questions, but relaxed when the man behind the counter simply scoffed and rang you up with the total.

You carried the bag of supplies outside of the store, Nancy and Jonathan following behind you as you waited for the latter to open up the trunk so you could place it inside. As he took out his keys, a question popped into his mind “Monster hunting?” he asked Nancy.

“You know, last week… We were shopping for a new top I thought Steve might like.” she pointed between the two of you “It took us and Barb all weekend. It seemed like life or death, you know? And… And now-“

“Now you’re shopping for bear traps with the freak and the pathetic weirdo of Hawkins High.” you joked and placed the bag into the trunk before turning to look at your friends.

“Yeah.” Nancy smiled, picking up on your humorous comment.

“What’s the weirdest part? Us or the bear trap?” Jonathan asked teasingly after he had closed the trunk.

“You. It’s definitely you.” you chuckled at her, all of yesterday’s arguments forgotten when suddenly a car honked, pulling all of your attention towards it.

“Hey, Nance! Can’t wait to see your movie.” a guy from school, Reed, said with a laugh as he drove off.

“What the hell was that?” Jonathan asked what all of you were wondering.

“I don’t know.” Nancy said, staring at the direction of the car when suddenly she turned and took a couple steps forward.

“What? What?” Jonathan asked Nancy first and then you, trying to realize what was happening, but your eyes were focused on Nancy, as Reed’s words replayed on your mind.

‘Your movie he said. Why would Nancy have a movie?’ you thought. ‘What if...’

The moment you saw Nancy heading towards the direction of the movie theater, you knew you had the same thought as her. You followed without thinking, ignoring Jonathan’s questions. When your eyes finally landed on the movie theater your run halted for a second as you stared up at the big red words ‘ALL THE RIGHT MOVES STARRING NANCY THE SLUT WHEELER”.

Your head turned to your friend who was now running before she stopped right in front of the billboard. But before you could go to her and comfort her, something else caught your eye and filled you with anger. With just a few steps towards the new sight, something made Nancy turn her head to search for you. Your eyes met and she knew what you had seen as you both bolted towards the alley, where Steve, Tommy H., Carol, and Nicole were screwing around with the red spray can. They were laughing at something Tommy was writing before they noticed you and Nancy heading over to them.

“Aw, look at that! The princess and the bitch.” Carol said with a smug look on her face, that you wanted to smack out of her before resisting your urges.

“Uh-oh! She looks upset!” Tommy joked as you all watched Nancy, who was a few meters ahead of you, come to a stop before Steve and slapped him across the face. You came to a stop a couple of meters behind Nancy, giving her the space she needed, but being ready for anything she asked.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked him.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? I was worried about you. I can’t believe that I was actually worried about you.” he scoffed.

“What are you talking about?” she sounded confused over his words.

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you. You don’t want to be known as the lying slut now, do you?” Carol said and you’ve had enough.

“Watch it, Carol.” you stepped towards her, trying to seem intimidating, but she just glared at you, before something behind you caught her attention.

“Speak of the devil.” Tommy jumped off the steps he was on, landing right in front of you, and took a drag from his cigarette “Hi.” he smirked at Jonathan who had now come to a stop just behind you. He sent you a questioning look and you shook your head not knowing what the dick squad was implying.

But Nancy, after just a glance towards Jonathan, realized what this was all about “You came by last night?”

“Ding! Ding! Ding! Does she get a prize?” Carol said and the rest of her group smirked with her.

Even if you didn’t agree with anything they said or suggested, curiosity filled you as you looked at Jonathan this time for answers. Had he spent the night at Nancy’s? Is that the reason she was already in the car earlier this morning?

“Look, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it wasn’t like that.”

“What, you just let him into your room to… study?” it was clear Steve wasn’t buying anything Nancy was telling him.

“Or for another pervy photo session?” Tommy laughed and fists started forming in your hands.

“We were just-“ Nancy didn’t know how to finish her sentence and you understood why. What was she supposed to say? The truth? They’d think you’re even more nuts than they already did, and any other lie would be just that for Steve, a lie.

“You were just what? Finish that sentence.” he took a step forward, speaking even slower “Finish the sentence.” you watched Nancy not even able to look up at him and all you wanted to do was take her away from all of them. And that is what you started to do when Steve shook his head and told her to go to hell.

You touched her arm and softly pulled her away from the group in front of you, not wanting another scene to happen “Nancy, come on.” she responded to your touch and stepped along with you.

“Let’s just leave.” Jonathan spoke softly to the two of you, but Jonathan’s voice seemed to trigger something within Steve as he began speaking again.

“You know what, Byers? I’m actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer…” Steve pushed Jonathan’s back, but you took Nancy’s hand and continued walking, Jonathan following and trying to ignore what Steve was saying “… But I guess you’re just a-” you hear Steve push your friend again “-little screw up like your father. Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, that house is full of screw-ups.” you stopped hearing Jonathan’s footsteps and you turned to look at him frozen in his spot, Steve having a knowing look on his face, happy to hit the nerve he was searching for “You know, I guess I shouldn’t really be surprised. A bunch of screw-ups in your family”.

Nancy left your side and went next to Jonathan, trying to calm him down. On the other hand, you stepped over at Steve “Steve, stop it.” he only spared you a glance before he continued on with his rant.

“I mean, your mom… I’m not even surprised what happened to your brother.” only yesterday he was trying to apologize to you for the things his friends were saying. Now he was the one with the big mouth. People don’t change, especially assholes like Steve Harrington.

“Shut the fuck up, Steve!” you yelled at him but he ignored you as he pushed past you and walked behind Jonathan. You moved to step forward, ready to prevent the inevitable, but Carol came in front of you, stopping you in your tracks with a grin.

“Jonathan, leave it!” you heard Nancy yell. Your nerves were getting worse when you tried to step around Carol, but she blocked you again with a chuckle.

“I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but the Byers-” you watch over Carol’s shoulder as Steve pushes him again across the back “-their family, it’s a disgrace-” and again “-to the entire-” this time it wasn’t a push that interrupted Steve’s words, but the punch Jonathan threw against his face, finally fed up with his words.

You gasped at the force and watched Steve take in what happened before he launched himself forward, grabbing Jonathan by his middle, throwing him on top of a car, and pushing him to the ground. Their fight continues as they roll in the dirt, kicks, and punches going in from every direction.

The sight pulls everyone’s attention, so you take your chance and step away from Carol. You all screamed at them to stop, only Tommy’s voice telling Steve to continue and kick your friend’s ass. The two boys get off the ground and Jonathan manages to land another hard punch in Steve’s face, almost making him fall to the ground again. You’re near Nancy again when you see Tommy walk over to them, ready to cover Steve, but Harrington just pushes his friend away, telling him to leave them.

Jonathan takes a deep breath and throws another punch, but Steve successfully ducks it and immediately throws one at Jonathan, getting him. Your friend though is quick to return it, blood appearing on Steve’s face. Worry fills your body seeing the sight of Jonathan’s bloody hand as he throws Steve another one.

“Jonathan, stop! Stop! You’re going to hurt him!” Nancy’s please echo through the alleyway, her desperation making you call out for them to stop as well.

But your yelling is pointless when you see Steve falling to the ground once more and Jonathan getting on top of him, throwing one punch after the other. It is then that you hear sirens in the distance. Someone must have called the cops on you. You share a look with Nancy and you move forward. Just then Tommy notices the sirens as well and informs his friends that the cops are coming.

“Jonathan! Come on! We need to leave!” you yell, but nothing seems to shake Jonathan out of this trance he’s in. Steve’s face is covered in blood from the punches, and you start pitying him.

Just then the cops stop their car before the scene and get out. You and Nancy don’t dare to step in to stop the fight, seeing as Jonathan shows no mercy, but Tommy doesn’t seem to care as he tries to tear him off Steve’s body “Hey, he’s had enough, man! I said he’s had enough!” but Jonathan just shrugs him off and continues.

One of the officers steps into the fight to stop it, but Jonathan accidentally elbows him on the nose. The cop falls back and cries out in pain. Finally, the other one is able to hold Jonathan down and stop him from hurting Steve more.

Tommy quickly grabs Steve off the ground, and they run off, escaping from the officer who started chasing them with ease. You, on the other hand, were glued to your spot as you watched the cop yank Jonathan on top of the car and cuff his hands behind his back.

___

They took you to the police station, not letting you and Nancy go until a guardian came to discuss everything with the officers, but you both agreed that getting your parents here was not an option, so you just settled on your chair, waiting to see what they would do about Jonathan. Not only was he involved in a fight, but he had also assaulted an officer, accident or not, so he was in much bigger trouble than you and Nancy.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Joyce and Hopper stepped into the station to see you three sitting behind one of the desks upfront.

“Jonathan? Jesus, what- what happened?” Joyce looked at all three of you with a concerned then angry glare. Your head fell, knowing there was no escaping her rage.

Jonathan just reassures her he’s fine, holding up the towel with ice cubes Nancy had gotten him, now fully wet.

“Why is he wearing handcuffs?” Joyce points to them and one of the officers from before, Callahan, steps forward.

“Well, your boy assaulted a police officer. That’s why.”

“Take them off.” the woman demanded, but Callahan immediately argued telling her he could not do that “Take them off!” Joyce repeats herself, and Hopper steps up.

“You heard her. Take ‘em off.” his voice is much calmer, but the officers don’t follow his order.

“Chief, I get everyone’s emotional here, but there’s something you need to see.” Powell, the other officer, tells him and guides him out of the station.

The three of you turn to look at Joyce, who just shakes her head.

“What happened?”

None of you said a thing for a moment, but her intense stare made you crack “We got in a fight. I mean, Jonathan got in a fight, we just stayed behind.” Jonathan turns his head and looks at you with a glared look “I’m sorry, I can’t hide anything from your mom.”

“Oh, Jonathan what were you thinking?” she came over and stood next to him to inspect his injuries. Jonathan was shrugging her off, saying he was just fine when Hopper arrived, this time holding up the box from Jonathan’s car. The one filled with the supplies they needed for the plan.

You grimaced as he threw it in front of you on the desk, the angry look on his face even more prominent now.

“What is this?” Joyce was the first one to speak, and she started going through the box, perplexed at what she saw in there.

“Why don’t you ask your son? We found it in his car.” Hopper was staring Jonathan down.

“Why are you going through my car?” Jonathan protested.

“Is that really the question you should be asking right now?” you and Nancy backed away a little when you saw Hopper leaning on the desk, his face ending right in front of Jonathan’s “I wanna see you in my office.” the chief started to walk away.

“You won’t believe me.” Jonathan called out, which made Hopper stop and lean before him once again.

“Why don’t you give me a try?” his voice intimidated you more than it should and you almost flinched when he looked at you and Nancy next “You’re coming too.” you nodded, and you all made your way upstairs and into Hopper’s office. He told you to sit down on the couch and removed Jonathan’s cuffs.

“Okay, now, talk.” these were his only words. He just stared at the three of you along with Joyce, waiting for someone to start explaining. You were sitting in the middle of the couch, turning to look at both Nancy and Jonathan, deciding what exactly you were supposed to tell them. Finally, Jonathan took the initiative and started explaining to them everything.

At some point, you ended up sending Callahan to retrieve your bag from Jonathan’s car. You opened it and gave Joyce the photo Jonathan had taken, which proved that the monster was real. Joyce looked at it for a second and passed it on to Hopper.

“You say blood draws this thing?”

“We don’t know.” Jonathan said.

“We’re not sure. It’s…” you followed.

“Just a theory.” and Nancy finished your thought.

“And what were you planning on doing, huh? Trap it and then kill it?” it felt like you were being scolded by Mom and Dad, which made all of you hold your heads down, unsure about your previous plans and hopes.

Joyce told Jonathan to follow her out of the office for a talk, which resulted in you and Nancy sharing a space with a frustrated Jim Hopper. You had never seen the chief of the police so shaken up about anything, then again Hawkins never required him to do anything else than just sit on his chair and drunkenly deal with civilians’ stupid problems. Now he had to figure out a way to save all of them from this thing before everyone disappeared from this town.

“Anything else you know about this?” he held up the picture and you turned to look at Nancy. She just shrugged believing you guys had nothing else to offer him not knowing that you had more information. That you’ve been withholding your knowledge about three other kids who were very much involved and probably knew more about all this than all of you.

You took a deep breath ready to tell the chief that you had let three kids get into this dangerous situation when someone’s yelling from downstairs interrupted you. You watched Hopper curse under his breath and exit the office to deal with the yelling, leaving you and Nancy alone, sitting next to each other. She was fidgeting her fingers and you were chewing your lip waiting to see what would happen next.

“What do you think is going to happen?” she asked you.

You turned to look at her, her frowning face making you mirror her, and she followed your gaze as you looked at the box on top of Hopper’s desk “I don’t know… but I’m afraid we went shopping for nothing.”

She cursed, shutting her eyes and falling back on the couch when Hopper opened the door harshly, instructing you to follow him.

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On your way to Nancy’s house, Hopper explained that the woman who was yelling was a kid’s mother who had come into the station to complain about two other of his classmates and a girl with no hair. You immediately knew that he was talking about Eleven and the kids, but you kept your mouth closed as he explained to Nancy and you that your brothers were in this as well and, potentially, in danger. The last part was news to you, and you listened to him carefully explaining who he believes the girl is and what the government wants to do with her.

You knew Eleven was important but hearing all the things Hopper and Joyce had discovered sent shivers down your spine. How could someone be so cruel to a child?

Getting to the Wheeler’s residence you watched from the backseat of Hopper’s car all the agents who were outside talking on the radios and inspecting the area. It was maddening and you prayed to anyone out there to not let the same happen to your mother. You didn’t know what you would tell her if she questioned you.

“Look, we need to find them before they do. Do you have any idea where he might have gone?” Hopper pulled your attention back to the matter at hand when he asked Nancy about her brother’s whereabouts.

But your friend just shook her head “No, I don’t.”

“I need you to think.” Hopper insisted.

“I don’t know. We haven’t talked a lot. I mean, lately…” Nancy sighed as her words came to an end.

It was then that Hopper turned his attention to you. You were sure he sensed that you wanted to talk.

“Is there any place that your- your parents-” Joyce never got to finish her question when Hopper signaled with his hand for her to stop, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Y/n, do you know where your brother is?”

“I don’t… But I can ask.”

You got out of the car, opened Hopper’s trunk, and pulled out of your bag the walkie-talkie Dustin had given you. You went back into your seat, opened the radio, and started speaking.

“Dustin? Dustin, are you there?” you waited for a moment, but no one replied “Dustin, this is a code red. Are you there?” still your brother didn’t reply, and you were getting more anxious by the second “Dustin! Please, answer me. Do you copy?”

When nobody replied, Hopper took the radio out of your hands and started speaking “Listen, kid, this is the chief. If you’re there, pick up. We know you’re in trouble and we know about the girl. We can protect you, we can help you, but you gotta pick up. Are you there? Do you copy? Over.” but silence was all that followed as he handed it back to you “Anybody got any other ideas?”

However, as he finished his sentence, a voice filled the car through the walkie-talkie in your hands, but not the voice you were calling out for “Yes, I copy. It’s Mike. We’re here. We’re all here.”

___

Hopper dropped the four of you at the Byers house and you waited quietly for him to return back with the kids from the junkyard. The moment you heard an engine approaching, you stood up from your seat and ran out with the others. Hopper stopped in front of the house and you, and Nancy ran to greet your brothers, but while Nancy hugged him and told him how worried she was, you had a different approach.

“Why didn’t you immediately answer my calls? I said it was code red.” you pushed his hat down on his face and his hands went up to fix it.

“We thought it was a trap, like Lando Calrissian.” he explained, and you put your hands on your hips, looking both at him and Lucas.

“And what? You think I would sell you out like that? After everything that has happened?” you could see that he wasn’t happy he ignored you, you could also see where he was coming from. The military was chasing them, and they just wanted to make sure their friend would be safe. So, to ease the tension you put one of your arms around Dustin’s shoulders and the other around Lucas’, bringing them by your sides “Don’t be stupid, and never ignore me again. Come on.”

You made your way back into the house and settled near the kitchen table. Then Mike started explaining to the rest of you what they knew as he started drawing something on a piece of paper. When he finished, he held it and you could see that he had drawn a line across the white paper, a stick figure on top of it, and a dot below it. Firstly, he pointed to the figure.

“Okay, so, in this example, we’re the acrobat” then his market moved to the dot “Will and Barbara, and that monster, they’re this flea. And this is the Upside Down, where Will is hiding. Mr. Clarke said the only way to get there is through a rip of time and space.”

“A gate. That we tracked to Hawkins Lab.” Lucas told them before your brother chimed in.

“With our compasses.” you all looked at him confused “Okay, so the gate has a really strong electromagnetic field, and that can change the directions of a compass needle.”

“Is this gate underground?” Hopper spoke, but the kids just looked at each other, unable to answer as they didn’t know. But not Eleven.

“Yes.” her voice was small, but certain enough for Hopper.

“Near a large water tank?” the chief asked again and Eleven nodded slowly.

“Yes.”

“H-How do you know all that?” your brother stuttered.

Mike thought for a moment before answering a question that was originally meant for Hopper “He’s seen it.” Hopper didn’t say anything, but it was clear that what Mike had said was true.

“Is there any way that you could… that you could reach Will? That you could talk to him in this-” Joyce tried to remember what the kids had called it.

“The Upside Down.” Eleven answered her.

“Down, yeah.” Joyce nodded her words barely a whisper. She let out a sigh watching Eleven nod at her request.

“And my friend Barbara? Can you find her, too?” Nancy asked, hope in her eyes.

You all stood around Eleven while she focused on her powers, trying to find Will or Barbara. Mike had placed the radio in front of her, static filling the room, and there were also photos of them so it was easier for her to focus. Watching the lights flicker, you thought that you were heading in the right direction, but as Eleven opened her eyes and you saw her sad expression you knew that her attempt was unsuccessful. Her eyes started tearing up and you got up from your chair, and gently put your hands on her shoulders.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You guided her to the bathroom but when you started closing the door for her, you were surprised to hear her call out for you. You understood that she didn’t want to be alone right now, so you simply smiled and nodded your head, following her inside. You opened the faucet and wet your hands before you crouched down in front of her and gently started wiping away the dirt from her face, when tears fell down her cheeks you immediately wiped them away too.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.” you reassured her.

“I’m sorry.” she said quietly, and you swore you could feel your heart breaking.

“Don’t be sorry, El… We’ll find them one way or another. You did great out there, all right?” you smiled up at her, your hands still cupping her face only falling from her when something caught her eyes, and turned to face the bath in the room.

“Are you okay?” you asked her.

But Eleven didn’t say a word, just grabbed your hand and exited the room, stopping before you entered the kitchen area where everyone was discussing Eleven’s powers.

“The bath.” Eleven said and you all turned to look at her.

“What?” Joyce asked her.

“I can find them. In the bath.”

So, the planning started. First and foremost, you had to figure out how to create a sensory deprivation tank, and that was where Mr. Clarke came in. Dustin called him and started asking him about it, masking it as pure interest. When the call ended you all sat around Dustin and discussed the details the tank required. Which resulted in you breaking and entering Hawkins Middle School.

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