Remedy || Lucas Sinclair

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"SO, HOPPER WAS THERE THE whole time?" Skylar's mom angrily tugged the curlers, making her entire body rock to the side painfully.

"Ow! Slow down!" Skylar yelped, shrinking back slightly from the unending attack. "Yeah, he was. Why do you ask?"

"Because I called the son-of-a-bitch a hundred times, asking where you were. He answered once, and immediately put the phone down when he realised I wasn't Joyce. Dick."

"We were a bit busy, mom." Skylar bit her cheek, annoyed.

"Yeah, yeah, saving the world and all that. You still could've called," she sighed, putting down the curlers and grabbing a hairbrush, "Anyway, what happened there? You've barely said anything."

"Oh, uh, y'know, fought some monsters and shit-"

"Language!"

"Sorry!" Skylar bit her lip, tasting strawberry from the lip gloss she was wearing. "It wasn't that exciting. El mostly did everything."

"El?" Skylar's mom perked up, "The girl from the lab? I thought she was dead?"

"So did we," Skylar looked away, "But she showed up, looking completely different. Apparently she went to visit her mom, and her sister."

"Good for her," her mom muttered, but it was clear she wasn't really listening, "Anyway, I hope you were careful with whatever you were doing."

"About as careful as you can be fighting an inter-dimensional monster fifty-feet in the air." Skylar snorted, ignoring the tug on her hair.

"Oh, yes, your powers." Skylar's mom sighed. She barely ever recognised she had the powers, pretending that everything was normal. "You know I don't like you using them. It's dangerous."

"I'm getting better!" Skylar tilted her chin, "Besides, now that El is back she'll be able to help me. I'm not on my own anymore."

Her mother hummed in response, but she still seemed disgruntled. It was silence for a few more minutes, until she finally stepped back with a satisfied grunt.

"Go check the mirror."

Skylar hopped up, her bones cracking from how long she was sat for. In the mirror, she looked the almost the same, apart from a few changes.

An elegant, pale-blue dress hung to her knees, neatly hemmed and the bodice rather tight - but she could still move fine. Puffy clouds of fabric misted her shoulders, holding it up around the back, too. She wore navy heels, maybe an inch off the ground.

Around her neck was a silver necklace, a small sapphire in the middle, against her too-pale skin after the winter. Slung around her shoulders was a shiny silver bag, a smaller version of the messenger bag she still lugged around everywhere.