"Are you holding my hand?"
"I'm scared as shit right now, so yeah, I'm holding your hand."
Steve Harrington x fem!oc
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"No way."
Halley was leading the group, pushing through tree branches and overgrown bushes when she heard voices. Familiar voices.
"What?" Steve asked, only a few steps behind her. He was in charge of making sure none of the kids were left behind or mauled by an unaccounted for demogorgon.
Instead of answering, Halley pulled back the few branches still in their line of view, and gestured for him to go through. There, standing with their back to a closed gate, were two people she was almost sure were not involved in the current mess.
"Steve?" Jonathan and Nancy said simultaneously. Neither of them seemed exactly thrilled to see him. And Halley could swear she saw her brother's eyes very quickly dart to Nancy before focusing on the group in front of him.
"What are you doing here?" Nancy asked, breaking the silence.
"What are we— what are you doing here?" Steve said, stepping forward. Halley was wondering the same thing. Regardless of how glad they were there, there must have been some reason, some bad reason, that the two of them had come to the lab.
Nancy's words solidified her theory. "We're looking for Will and Mike."
Halley pushed past Steve before he could say anything. "What do you mean looking for them?" she asked quickly. Her mind flashed to the strange 'episode' she had had back in the school bus in the junkyard. Where she saw both the boys in the lab. "You, uh, you think they're in there?"
Glancing at each other, Nancy bit her lip, "We're not sure, but I think so." Halley's heart sank. As absolutely infuriating as it was, Nancy usually wasn't wrong. And if she was right about the boys being in there... "Why?"
A shriek rang through the air around them. Deafening, and cracked. "That's why." Halley's voice came out barely louder than a whisper.
Jonathan's face went steely. "Halley, what's going on?" His tone reminded her of their mom, and she could help but think of how much she wished Joyce was with them. God, she wanted her mom. She would know what to do.
"It's like that thing from last year. But half size," Steve stepped in, "the shithead back there brought one home and kept it as a pet." Dustin let a disgruntled 'hey', but kept his mouth shut otherwise. "There's a lot of them. All heading in there."
"They're probably already in there." All eyes turned to Max, who was, very calmly, standing off to the side, digging her foot into some dirt. At the attention she stopped. "I mean, look," she pointed to the building, "There's no lights, and I don't hear any engines. It looks like the power's out, and I don't think it's an accident."
