Strange Lands. ~ A Mileven Fanfiction. (COMPLETED!!)

Chapter Five:- Strangers.

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After running for miles, Eleven and Mike arrived in the middle of nowhere.

"Look, there's a motel.", said Michael. "Maybe we could stay here."

Jane said nothing before making her way there and entering the building.

She approached the person at the desk and without a word gave her a key.

"Room 12, floor 4."

"Thanks."

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"So... are there any other rooms?", asked Mike as they entered room 12.

"You can always ask."

"Well, really I don't mind staying in here with another person. Especially a girl.", said Mike with a smirk. "Just kidding."

"That wasn't funny."

"Who even are you."

"None of your business."

"I need to at least know your name if I'm running across the country with you."

"You're not."

"Could you at least tell me what's going on?"

"Look, all you need to know is that this briefcase is important and you need to stop asking so many questions."

"Okay, okay. Sorry."

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Quickly, night had came and Eleven had gotten tired.

She sat on the bed in the motel and watched tv.

Slowly, she started to doze off and eventually fell asleep.

Mike came out of the bathroom and noticed the she had fallen asleep and decided to put her into the covers.

He approached her and picked Jane up, waking her a little.

As he did so, he noticed the numbers '011' tattooed on her arm, but just shrugged it off.

Michael put Eleven between the covers before putting them back on her and switching off the television.

He sat on the couch in the corner and also drifted off to sleep.

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When mornings came, Eleven woke up from a proper slumber she hadn't had in a long time.

When he did, she noticed Michael on the couch and realised that he put her to bed.

The young girl looked at him before getting out of bed and going to the bathroom.

She stared at her reflection, noticing the bags underneath her eyes.

The 17-year-old washed her face before going to have a shower.

It seemed a little alien, not being used to her usual routine, but it was nice to do something she hadn't done since she was twelve.

A she did so, Michael had woken up and noticed she was out of bed.

He got up and removed the blazer and tie he was wearing from the other night.

As he set them down, Eleven came out the bathroom with the same stolen clothes on and wet hair.

"Oh, hey. Good morning.", said Michael.

"Good Morning.", replied Eleven.

"Sleep well?"

"The best one I've had in years. You?"

"Good, thanks."

"Thanks, for putting me to bed last night and sorry for being so rude."

"No, no, it's fine."

"I guess I should tell you what's really going on."

"You don't need to."

"You deserve to know. But unfortunately I don't know much about what's going on either."

"I didn't catch your name."

"It's Elev-... Jane."

"Well, nice to meet you, Jane. I'm Mike.", said Michael sticking his hand out for Eleven to shake. She replied to his kind gesture and smiled at him, one that wasn't forced and he did too.

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