Finding El •Stranger Things • ( ON HOLD)

And Then There Was Two

Feb 3,1984              6:00 pm
(A lot happened Feb 3...)

MIKE'S P.O.V
"MIKE! IM HERE MIKE!" I turn around. In the wall beside me there were two small hands trying to push through it. "EL! IS THAT REALLY YOU?" I rub my eyes really hard and open them. Yes. It's really her. It's really el.
"MIKE! HELP ME PLEASE!"
my baby is trying to get to me. My little angel. "HOLD ON EL! IM COMING!" I run out of the fort and go to the back corner of my room. Baseball glove? No. Baseball? No. Baseball bat? Bingo. I grab the wooden bat and run to the fort "EL! SCOOT BACK EL IM COMING!" the small hand prints disappear. All the tears and anger and confusion is over. The only thing that stands between me and the love of my life was this wall. I lift the bat high over my head. Everyone doubted me. But I proved them wrong. I swung the bat against the wall hard, letting all the stress leave my body hit by hit. Again and again, I lift the bat up high and hit it against the wall with a "thwack!" Pieces of wood was flying everywhere. My hands hurt so fucking bad, but I didn't care. The only thing on my mind is my love. "mike.."
"HOLD ON EL IM ALMOST THERE!" my face was red, and I was burning up. "thwack!" A hole formed. I look at it. Son of a bitch. I lift the bat over my head once again, and I let all of my might, all of my anger, all of my pain, all of the doubt, all of the depression flow through me and through the bat. I swung down hard. "THWACK!" The wall finally broke apart a hole. I run to the wall and stared in, scared of what I was gonna see. What if el was missing an arm or half her face? I slowly got closer to the wall when an arm reached out and yanked me in the hole. I fly in, dropping my bat and collapsing on.....eleven. My beauty. Her dress was dirty and stained with goo. Her jacket was ripped to shreds. Her face had dirt all over it and she had dry blood stains on her cheeks. Her hair was shoulder length, with dirt and slime mixed in it. But in that moment, she looked so damn beautiful to me. She was alive. When I finally realized who it was I started crying. El looked at me. "Mike.."
"El." I say while holding her in a tight hug. I started sobbing. She did too. I put my hand against the back of her head for a better grip.
"Mike.. I missed you."
"I.. missed..you...too." I say between sniffles. I push towards her body so that she collapsed on the ground, with me on top of her. I just wanted to hold her in my arms forever, and not let go. After what seemed like hours, I finally let go and looked in her eyes. It seemed like it didn't faze her that we were on the floor and I was on top of her. She looked back in my eyes and started crying. "It's.. been..so long." She said. " I know el.." she looked down and sniffed. I took my hand and lifted her chin so she would look at me. Her eyes were glistening, and she gave me a half smile. "You're so beautiful." I say, but before she could say anything I leaned my head down and kissed her. It was a long, passionate kiss. A kiss you would give your wife after she came back from a long war. Her eyes was closed, and she put her hand into mine. Her eyes opened and she pushed me back a tad. She looked down at my hand and sat up. "What's wrong el?"
"Your...hand."
I look down. It was still bandaged.
"Oh that? It's nothing.." I say. That didn't seem to convince her. A look of worry was across her face and she slowly rubbed her thumb across the bandage. "Hurt..." she said.
"I mean..yeah it did hurt. But I'm better now." I say. That was the first lie I told her. I'll tell her the truth later, but right now after all she's been through, I didn't want to worry her any more. She looked up at me and then looked back down. She started to slowly un wrap the bandage. "El really... I'm fine." But she didn't stop. I sat silently while she finished unwrapping my hand. There were multiple cuts on it. She looked even more worried. She slowly lifted it and planted a small kiss on it. She wrapped her fingers around mine. "Thank you.." el says. "Huh?"
"Thank you. For saving..me." And she pointed to herself.
"Don't thank me el. I would do anything for you." I say, and I start tearing up. She looked at me and smiled. We stared at each other for ages until a crackling sound interrupted us. El looked confused and we looked around. Then I saw where the sound was coming from. The hole in the wall was growing smaller and smaller. The wall was slowly growing back. That small gate was closing up. I quickly scurry to my feet, pulling el up with me. We both run to the hole, but el stood back a bit. "NO!" I scream as I push my hand through the hole. "Nonononono." I try using both of my hands to push the wall away again, but it wouldn't budge. Slower and slower it grew smaller and smaller. I look at el. She looked at the wall, wide eyed. Think Mike think. The baseball bat! I grabbed the bat and, using all of my strength, repeatedly hit the wall with the bat, trying to make it stop growing back. It seems like you can only do damage in the real world, because not even a chip flew off the wall. But that didn't make me give up. I've gotten this far. One last time I thought. "Thwack!" Something broke all right. But it wasn't the wall. I hit the wall so hard that the bat broke in two. It was like hitting titanium. I dropped whatever was left of the bat in my hand and fell to my knees. There's nothing I can do. I watch as the small gap left closes up, trapping me in a different dimension for what could be forever. I stare at the closed up wall, tears running down my face. El crouches down beside me and places her hand on my shoulder. "Mike..." I stare up at her. She looks concerned. I don't say anything. I can't say anything. It's like all of my thoughts and words left my body in that moment. El looks down. And then there was two, I thought.

(But what about 12?)

HOPPER'S P.O.V
I silently sneak in the police station and walk into my room, locking the door behind me. I set the girl sideways on the chair in front of my desk, her head leaning against the left arm rest, her legs dangling over the right. I noticed the 12 on her wrist on the drive here, meaning she's another test subject of Hawkins Lab. I'm not surprised she's here. There could be tens twenties or even thirties of these subjects out there. The only thing I'm thinking is why do they want to test on her? I have many questions which will be left un answered for now, mostly because the girl will not wake up. I've shook her and yelled at her, but she still will not wake. One thing I have noticed is that sometimes she would shake or mumble incoherent things, like she is having a bad dream she can't escape. I've tried to make out some things she is saying, but is sounds like a complete different language. Maybe she's from a different country. I sit down at my desk and look at her, puzzled. She was so tiny. She was even smaller then eleven. Her short blonde hair looked sweaty and dirty, probably from the dirt where she was laying on the ground. She looks so much like my daughter. I miss her so much. I sigh and look on my wrist. I take the bright blue hair elastic off and twirl around with it. It's the same hair band my daughter wore the day my life slowly went to shit. The day that lead to her getting cancer and passing away shortly after. I keep it with me as sort of a comfort method. It's like a small piece of her is still here, living and breathing, wrapped around my wrist. I put it back on my wrist and stare at my desk. My thoughts are interrupted by a loud banging. "Hopper! Hopper unlock the door!" It's Flo. "Jesus Flo, what's the matter?"
"The kids are stealing those damn garden gnomes again!"
"Okay okay I'll get on it!"
"Also you left donut crumbs on the floor again!"
"Yeah yeah I'll get it.." I mumble.
"You know you-"
"I said I'll get it flo!"
"Alright." She says, and I hear her footsteps slowly fading away. This was going to be a long week.

END OF CHAPTER! What do you guys think of el coming back? Is it too soon? I really liked this chapter 💕 I got the idea for hoppers part by an edit from @ strangererthings.vine on Instagram✨

QOTD: Favorite ST scene?

A: When eleven goes into the grocery store and steals the eggos 💕🥞
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