Strange Things Are Happening. (Jonathan Byers x OC) Wattys 2017

21.

Arriving at the police station, where they were going to grab their weapons, Jonathan and Samantha tiptoed past the night officer and up the stairs to where they knew the box lay.
She kept watch at the top of the staircase while Jonathan grabbed the box just in case the officer made a move.

"Grab the extinguisher," he instructed, waiting for her to do so before walking back downstairs.

Inside his car, Jonathan floored it to his house and all the way there, Samantha chewed on her bottom lip, played with her fingers, did anything that would stop her from thinking about that thing and the fact that they were on their way to try and kill it.

Noticing her discomfort, Jonathan cleared his throat, "Come here."

She wordlessly slid across the seat to him, her hand curling into the material of his jacket as she tried to keep her composure and he made the decision to pull over for a moment.

"Hey," he said firmly, placing both hands on her face to make her look at him, "You do not have to do this. Okay? You don't. Sammy, babe, if you can't, I'd understand. I can do this alone."

"What?" she whimpered, "No. I'm not letting you do this alone. No."

"You could get hurt."

"And so could you." she shot back, "Jonathan, I can do it. We can do it. We're gonna get him back. Now let's go. Before I change my mind and hightail it out of here."

He was hesitant but he nodded, peeling back onto the road, making sure to keep a tight grip on her hand.

As they pulled up outside his house, Samantha leapt out quickly, moving to the trunk to grab the box.

"You got it?" Jonathan asked and she nodded, following him into the house, "Just put it on the coffee table."

She did as he said, looking up to see him screwing the Christmas lights back into the bulbs, "What...?"

"First thing we need to do is put some of these back together," he murmurs, "My mom, she says that they blink when it's coming. So they can be our alarms."

Samantha wordlessly began doing the same as him, working quickly so that they met in the middle of the room.

"The trap," he said next, "But we have to be careful."

Jonathan did all the work with that, she just kept her foot where he told her to until he was done, she didn't want to do anything that could ruin it for them.

"Slowly," he whispered and the both lifted their feet, sagging against the wall when it didn't snap shut. Back in the living room, she sat on the sofa and filled the gun with bullets while he hammered nails into Nancy's baseball bat.

Even though there was no blood in the room, Samantha couldn't help but look up at the ceiling every few minutes. Just to make sure that the lights were not flashing.

Eventually, they were done. Everything was set up and they were standing in the middle of the room again. Jonathan had gotten some knives and they were getting ready to cut into their palms.

"Let's go over it again," he whispered, "Straight into Will's room."

"Don't step on the trap. Wait for the yo-yo to move and then-"

Jonathan flicked the lighter, "Okay. On three."

Samantha closed her eyes, pressing the knife to the warm skin on her hand and seeing how much discomfort his girlfriend was in, he sighed, "You don't have to."

"The more blood we have, the better. One two-"

"Yeah, but-"

"Jonathan, shut up." Samantha instructed, "Three."