Basic Instinct [stranger things]

41. Reunions

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
REUNIONS

After everyone had helped tape up the shed and shield Will from where he really was, Mike, Hopper, Jonathan and Joyce had stayed and talked to him, everyone else sitting in the house impatiently waiting.

It wasn't long before Hopper barged into the house, grabbing a notepad and pen and sitting down at the kitchen table, everyone circling around to see what he was doing.

"What happened?" Dustin asked in a puzzled tone.

"I think he's talking, just not with words." Hopper sighed in response, frantically writing on the piece of paper.

Aaron looked over the older man's shoulder, furrowing his brows at what the man had written.

"What is that?" Steve scoffed from next to Aaron, looking puzzled as he looked down to the dots and lines the man had drawn.

"It's morse code." Aaron shrugged in response.

Aaron's eyes widened as he realised what it was that Hopper had written.

H-E-R-E

Aaron sighed, a worried expression taking over his face as he looked to the older man. However Aaron wished that he hadn't, seeing as the older man looked more stressed than Aaron did, sending the young boy into a panic.

"Will's still in there." Hopper sighed, his face perfectly displaying that of stress. "He's talking to us."

Aaron heard Kimmy sigh from his right, turning to look at her to see if she was alright with furrowed brows.

Kimmy had a look of hesitancy on her face as she went to ask something but stopped herself. However the girl took a breath and seemed to gather enough confidence to ask the man what she wanted to.

"Um, how are we supposed to find out what he's saying without him knowing?" Kimmy asked briskly, trying to get her question over with before  too much attention was drawn to her. "I mean, we can't all fit in the shed for one."

Hopper sighed, turning to Joyce and Jonathan with his brows knitted together as he frowned.

An idea came to Aaron at what the group would do, but he wasn't sure if he should say anything, not wanting to be shut down - or worse, laughed at.

"What about if we use our walkies?" Aaron blurted nervously, focusing all his attention on the older man sat at the table so he couldn't see the reactions of anyone else.

Hopper scrunched up his face as he looked to the boy, and Aaron instantly wished he hadn't said anything. "What?"

Aaron didn't reply, looking nervously up and meeting his brothers stare which he felt burning into the side of his face. Steve nudged the blond, urging him to reply to the chief.

"Um, I just thought maybe we could use our walkies if we can't go in the shed." Aaron rushed out, looking to the chief as his cheeks going pink in embarrassment. "You could go in the shed just like you were before and you could press the walkie to let us know what he said. Um- since it's morse code you think he's talking in, that's just taps and pauses. As long as you know morse code I think it would work."

The chief didn't say anything, looking away from Aaron with a thoughtful look on his face as he glanced down at the paper in his hands.

Aaron bit his lip in worry, glancing up at Steve once again to see if his idea really was as stupid as he thought. Knowing Steve would probably be the only one to show it on his face if he thought it wouldn't work or was stupid.