One shots

Welcome Home (John Ritter IT)

I laughed as Ben drunkenly swayed in place. He looked at the award in his hand and the pieces that were laying on the floor. I was fairly sober but at this point anyone was more sober than Ben. He looked up at me and shook his head as his laugh joined mine.

"I'll fix it later." He picked up the pieces and tossed them onto his desk. He turned back to me and leaned on me when he reached me. "Come here beautiful." I giggled as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"I'm proud of you Ben." I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and hummed.

"Remember when I used to be fat?" He asked suddenly. I raised an eyebrow. "No. Not just fat but a regular butterball. Bet your fern I was." He looked over my head just as suddenly, scaring me slightly. Something wasn't right but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. "You remember we used to say that as kids? You bet your fern. But I was F-A-T." I shook my head at Ben.

"Why this nostalgia trip?" I asked as I pulled him closer. Ben shook his head.

"I'm not quite sure. It just popped in there." He pulled me into a kiss, effectively stopping all conversation on the matter. The phone ringing pulled us out of our repreve. "I hear bells." Ben joked. "I'll be right back." I laughed and sat down on the bed, taking off my shoes. I could hear snippets of Ben's conversation on the phone. Smiling to myself, I got up and leaned in the doorway of the room. Ben looked over at me and my smile fell. Fear was written all over his face. "We'll come." He hung up the phone and made his way back over to me. "IT's back." I would have fallen if it wasn't for Ben's quick reflexes. He sat me back on the bed before going and getting us drinks.

"Are you ok?" I asked. Ben focused on pouring the drinks.

"I don't think I am sweetheart." He took a drink before bringing me mine. "Not tonight. Not at all." I took a sip of my drink before running my finger around the rim several times. "What about you?" Fear had dissipated some and concern was slowly taking its place. I let out a dry laugh.

"Knowing that damn clown is back in Derry?" I shook my head. "I'm with you Haystack. Not tonight. Not at all." Ben wrapped his free arm around my shoulder and gently pulled me into his embrace. Once we had calmed down a little bit, Ben and I went for a drive to his latest construction site and we went up to the roof. Ben had brought the bottle with him and I watched him carefully as he swayed close to the edge. I was about to reach out and grab the back of his pants when he wrapped his arm around a piece of machinery to keep himself upright. I joined him and wrapped my arms around his waist. We looked out at the city and got stuck in our own flood of memories. Memories I didn't want to remember and memories I wasn't even sure I had forgotten to begin with. A smile made its way onto my face as the day I met Ben came flooding back with force.

"You going to stand there all day?" I asked the boy that was standing in the middle of the sidewalk. He jumped with a start and turned around. "School's out you know." He nodded and moved to the side to stand next to me. Two girls pushed between us and I made a face at their backs. The boy laughed and looked me in the eyes for the first time. "Well." I stalled before looking over to see my dad standing next to our car. He looked bored. "So long Ben Hanscom. I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." I smiled at him and waved as I jogged over to my dad. I got in the car and watched Ben wave back before turning back the way he was going originally.

"Who was that?" My dad asked as he looked at me in the rearview mirror.

"Ben Hanscom. He just started school here today." I answered before starting the reading that was assigned for class. We had been driving for a while before I looked up at the noise my dad had made.

"Look at that Henry Bowers. Cutting up some poor kid again." My dad slowed down enough to take a look at what was happening next to the bridge. "Someone's going to call the cops on him one of these days."