Dwobbit From The Shire

She internally cursed herself. That's one of the stupid things they always did in horror movies. It was dark out, and Vickie was leaving the hospital late. She had been working late shifts since spring break, and it usually left her leaving when the sky was dark. Vickie swallowed when she heard the footsteps, but she didn't see anyone. It was more like nails hitting the parking lot, like the sound of them being dragged, which meant it was some sort of animal. It was probably just a stray dog. . .but as much as she loved dogs, she knew they could be dangerous, especially if they were extremely hungry. Vickie swallowed and started hurrying to her yellow beetle. The footsteps were getting closer and the noises that the animal was making. . .it didn't sound like a dog anymore. Vickie was startled by it that she tripped and fell, scraping her leg on the pavement.

"Shit!" Vickie exclaimed.

The animal's footsteps sped up, and she could hear it more clearly now. It was definitely not a dog. Fuck. What the hell was that? Vickie flipped onto her back as she tried to get up, and she could see it, bathed in the light of the hospital's security lights. It was gray, skinny with long limbs and - no face! There were lines, she could see, drawing towards the middle of its blank face. Its head snapped in her direction, and its face opened up like a flower. Vickie's mouth fell opened up in a soundless scream. Suddenly, a hand fell onto her face, and she looked up to find Nancy Wheeler hovering over her. Nancy pressed her finger to her lips. She quickly wrapped her sweater around Vickie's leg, pressing it down harshly, and Vickie winced. Nancy threw the sweater and the creature dove after it. Nancy quickly pulled Vickie up, and they ran in the direction of Nancy's car. She opened the passenger side door and set Vickie on the seat. She was just as fast as closing the door and as quietly, too. Nancy jumped into the driver's seat and drove off.

"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" Vickie yelled.

"A Demogorgon," Nancy replied as she looked over her shoulder for a brief moment.

"A demo - isn't that from D&D?" she asked, and Nancy looked at her. "I have a cousin who plays."

"My brother and his friends named it that," Nancy replied.

"Why - why did it come after me? I mean, obviously, it smelled my blood, but it seemed like -," Vickie started to rant.

"It was already searching the place for something else," Nancy said. "You weren't the target."

"Oh," Vickie said. "Where did it come from?"

Before Nancy could respond, Vickie heard the sound of gunfire and then a loud explosion coming from the hospital parking lot. She screamed again.

"The military," Nancy replied. "It's pretty much the only thing they're good for. . .at least this part of the military. I'm sure they're not all assholes."

"The earthquake. . .," Vickie trailed off.

"Yes, that was part of it," she replied. "Let's just focus on getting you to safety."

Nancy's tone had been hard and informal, but she quickly switched to a soft tone of voice that was considerably less than informal. Vickie realized that this was not Nancy's first time dealing with all of this. Everything she had done was purely instinctual. Vickie recalled Nancy's determined face looming over her with her long dark curly hair falling out of its ponytail. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead despite it being cold out. Something about Nancy in that moment reminded Vickie of Ellen Ripley. Of course. . .adding to the fear she was feeling, Vickie could feel the arousal in her stomach and between her thighs. Vickie stared at her profile. . .her strong square jaw and the way her thin lips poked out in a natural pout, then there was her nose, too. . .Fuck. She always thought Nancy Wheeler was pretty, but sitting here, up close and personal with her. . .she was downright breathtaking. Suddenly, she realized that Nancy was talking to her.

"Huh?" Vickie asked.

"We're here," Nancy said.

Nancy got out of the car and came around to her side. Nancy opened her door for her and held out her hand to help her up. Vickie slid her hand into Nancy's, noting how slender they were and just how soft. Her nails were a decent length, a little longer than Vickie liked to keep hers, but they weren't too long by any means. She wondered why she kept staring at her fingers. Nancy pulled Vickie up, and she promptly fell into the other woman, stumbling on her wounded leg. Nancy quickly wrapped an arm around Vickie's waist.

"I didn't realize how badly I scraped my leg," Vickie said.

"Can you walk?" she asked.

"I think so," Vickie said.

Nancy let go of Vickie, and the redhead almost fell again. Although Vickie didn't think it was because of the leg, she figured it was probably because of the loss of contact. Nancy picked Vickie up into her arms as though she was Nancy's bride and not the woman she just rescued from an alien creature. It had meant that Vickie had been a damsel in distress, but if it meant Nancy was the one to rescue her, Vickie certainly wasn't complaining. She tore her gaze away from Nancy long enough to find that she was being carried into WSQK, Hawkin's radio station. Nancy managed to turn on a few lights and carried Vickie to a couch in the back of the station. Nancy studied Vickie's leg for a moment before getting up and leaving the room. She came back with a first aid kit.

"It doesn't look too bad," Nancy said, kneeling down. "I think we can get this patched up here."

Vickie blinked at her before looking down at her leg. Nancy wasn't wrong. She watched Nancy's hands as they got to work. She could feel the pain in her leg, but Nancy's soft fingers were also grazing against her skin. She had just seen the impossible, but now all she could seem to think about was the sudden urge she had for Nancy's fingers to be inside of her. What was wrong with her? There had to be something wrong with Vickie to be thinking something like this. . .was it just because Nancy saved her life? Vickie tried to remember what she learned in science class about chemistry and hormones. . .but suddenly, her mind felt blank, and all she was thinking about were Nancy's hands.

"You're good at this," Vickie said quietly.

"I wasn't always," Nancy said, and then she rolled her eyes. "Practice makes perfect, I guess."

"How often have you had to do this?" Vickie asked.

"Too often," she replied.

"I guess it wasn't because you've been volunteering at the hospital," she replied and paused. "I definitely would have noticed you."

"In another life, I suppose I would have taken a candy striper position," she said. "I was too busy doing other things."

"Are you going to explain what the hell just happened?" Vickie asked.

"It's a long story," Nancy replied, and Vickie looked at her. "Alright. . ."

Nancy started with the disappearance of Will Byers and ended with the death of Eddie Munson. It was a horrifying story, and there was a part of Vickie that wanted to scream at Nancy that she was a liar, but she didn't because the rational part of her brain had taken over. She knew what she saw, and she knew that Nancy had been right about everything. Calling her a liar after seeing the truth for herself would have only made her a bitch, and it wouldn't have been fair just because she didn't want it to be real.

"And Robin really dealt with all of this, too. . .what she went through at Starcourt. . .," Vickie trailed off.

"I don't know all the details, and if you want any more than you're going to have to ask her," Nancy replied.

Vickie stared at her and then at the floor. She stayed quiet for several minutes, and then she looked at Nancy.

"I think this is the longest that I've ever gone without talking," Vickie said.

"Do you usually talk a lot?" Nancy asked.

"Most people find it annoying," she replied.

"I'm not most people," Nancy said.

"I've noticed," Vickie said, and Nancy smiled. "I'm sorry about Barb and Fred. . .about everyone you lost."

"Thanks," Nancy said.

"My brain is trying to process everything, but I don't think it's working right," Vickie said.

"It's shock," Nancy said gently.

"Yeah, I suppose. I've been on the other side, and I've seen doctors tell patients the same thing, but - it's weird," Vickie said. "I've always been the one to reassure them, but now - ,"

"I think you're trying too hard to reassure yourself," Nancy said. "It's a lot to take in. Just go slow."

"Right, right, this is insane!" Vickie exclaimed, waving her hands around. "How could you all be dealing with this? And so many of you are just kids. . .although it wasn't that long ago that we were kids! I mean, are we even considered kids, or are we adults like the law says we are,! That's what we should be worried about! That right there, not this - not - "

"Vickie, you don't have to be involved in this," Nancy said.

"Oh, right, and just walk away. . .pretend like nothing happened," Vickie scoffed. "Nancy, I've been working at the hospital for a couple of years now. If I had walked away when it got too difficult, I wouldn't have lasted as long as I have. I can't just walk away. That's not what a good nurse does. Even in small towns, without all of this, bad shit happens. I've seen a lot. People say that "Oh, it's Hawkins, nothing bad ever happens here," but they've never worked in a hospital! Sure, this is the worst thing I've ever experienced, but when my shithead ex-boyfriend couldn't be bothered to stick around, I did. I didn't walk away from helping people then. That's not who I am!"

"I can see why you and Robin are such good friends," Nancy smiled. "And I know why we're going to be good friends."

"We are?" Vickie asked.

"Oh, definitely," Nancy said. "I wouldn't be able to walk away either."

Nancy finished banding her leg and squeezed her knee. Vickie tried not to think about Nancy's position. . .how she was kneeling in front of her. . .in front of her dress uniform. Vickie was sure she could probably see up her skirt, and she didn't hate the idea. She wanted Nancy to run her hand up her thigh. . .what was Vickie doing? She had feelings for Robin, but now here she was. . .looking at Nancy the way she looked at Robin. It felt like Vickie was cheating on Robin even though they weren't together. These feelings she had begun to feel for Nancy were just because she was grateful to her for saving her life. . .nothing more. Nancy got up, and she now stood over Vickie.

"T-thank you," Vickie stuttered, looking up at Nancy.

"Are you okay?" Nancy asked. "You look flushed."

"I just - I just think you're amazing, that's all," Vickie said, and she could feel her cheeks heating up even more. "All of you. . .it's just a lot to handle, and you're just amazing."

"Just trying to do the right thing, that's all," Nancy said.

"Now you're just being modest," Vickie teased. "You're amazing. Just accept it, Nancy Wheeler."

"Well, who am I to argue with a beautiful woman?" Nancy asked.

"I mean - I'm not - you think I'm beautiful?" Vickie asked.

"Now, who's being modest?" Nancy asked with a smirk. "You're beautiful. Just accept it, Vickie Dunne."

"What do we do now?" Vickie asked, trying to ignore the pounding of her heart against her chest.

"Well, we have to wait for the soldiers to clear out before we can get your car back," Nancy said. "In the meantime, if you want, I can call Robin."

Vickie stared at her for a moment, unsure if she wanted that or not. Nancy or Robin, her heart couldn't decide on either of them. She wanted to see Robin. Desperate for it, actually.

"Yeah," Vickie said.

Nancy squeezed her hand and left the room. Vickie watched her leave, appreciating the way the jeans she was wearing fit her. Once Nancy was out of the room, Vickie laid back against the couch and pressed her fingers to her eyes. She had just been attacked, but now all she could think about was Nancy Wheeler and Robin Buckley. She had feelings for Robin longer than Nancy, and her feelings for Nancy had only just bloomed when Nancy saved her life. . .what was the solution here? She must have fallen asleep because one minute she was drowning in her complicated thoughts, and the next thing she knew, she was jumping at the sound of a door bursting open.

"VICKIE?!" Robin's voice came ringing throughout the station.

Vickie was jumping up despite the pain in her leg. She met her at the entrance, and she was standing next to Steve Harrington.

"ROBIN!" Vickie sobbed and threw herself into her arms.

Vickie's arms went around her neck, hugging her tightly. Robin's arms went around her waist and tightened her grip just as Vickie had done with her. Vickie breathed in her scent, and it felt like her heart had skipped a beat. Robin, it was definitely Robin. She closed her eyes for a moment and started talking rapidly, rambling about what happened.

"Thank God for Nancy," Robin breathed in her ear.

He ignored them and ran into the station manager's office, where he knew Robin would be. She was listening to the mixtape Vickie had made her for the millionth time when Steve came in and closed the door behind him. Robin took off her headphones and frowned at the sight of Steve with his back up against the door.

"What did you do?" Robin asked.

There came a knocking on the door, and Steve winced.

"Steve!" Nancy's voice called through the door.

"We know you're in there, man," Jonathan said.

"And we're not mad," Nancy said softly. "We just want to talk."

"Okay, seriously, what the hell did you do?" Robin asked.

Steve sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes tightly. He opened his eyes and dropped his hand. He looked towards the door.

"Okay, I'll talk to you guys, but I need to talk to Robin. She's my best friend in the world, and I'm freaking out. The last time I did that was before. . .and I - when I got drunk at parties. . .with the guys as a goof, and I told myself that I was drunk. . .that it didn't mean anything. I don't have an excuse anymore. . .and I just need to talk to Robin about what I'm feeling. . .just need a minute," Steve said. "I want to talk to you, but I don't want to be freaking out when I do."

There was a long pause, and Steve could imagine them sharing a look. Was it a good look? Steve had turned around and pressed his forehead to the door, his hand pressed up against it as well. Did they have their hands up there as or was that just the sappy romantic in him?

"Sure, Steve," Jonathan said softly. "Take your time."

"We'll go get lunch," Nancy said.

Steve heard their footsteps move away from the door and he around. He flopped down in the seat that sat in front of the desk that Robin was sitting at.

"What the hell, Steve?!" Robin exclaimed.

"I kissed Jonathan," Steve said.

"You kicked Jonathan?" Robin asked. "That's a bit childish, don't you think?"

"I kissed Jonathan," Steve said, emphasizing the word.

"Yeah, I heard you the first time, Popeye," Robin said, rolling her eyes. "For whatever stupid reason, you kicked Jonathan."

"You're not hearing me!" Steve exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "I KISSED Jonathan!"

"I'm hearing you! You kissed Jonathan!" Robin yelled, and she paused, blinking. "Wait, you kissed Jonathan?!"

"That's what I've been saying!" Steve exclaimed with a sigh.

"But - but Jonathan's a guy," Robin said and then paused again. "Unless. . .you didn't kiss him with your fist, did you?"

"No, Robin, I kissed him with my mouth," Steve said.

"And you kissed him on. . .his mouth?" Robin asked slowly.

"I don't know why I thought you could help me with this," Steve groaned, rolling his eyes.

"I'm processing, Steven!" Robin exclaimed. "You've always been a notorious ladies' man!"

"I know!" He exclaimed. "That's why it's freaking me out! I liked it! I like women, Robin!"

"Maybe you like both," Robin said. "What was that thing about getting drunk at parties?"

"A couple of my teammates and I used to make out a couple of times when we were drunk," Steve said. "I told myself I was just drunk, and it didn't mean anything, but I think I liked it then, too. My dad was always making comments about how I long I spent in front of the mirror, and he was always bringing up the fact that queer people do that. . .that it would be awful if he knew anyone like that. He always said that it was a good thing his son wasn't like that. . .he somehow made it into a joke, and I always laughed. . .I pretended like his jokes didn't absolutely make me want to throw up. I could figure out why it felt like I was taking them so personally, but I think they're why I never wanted to admit that those feelings have always been there."

"Oh, Popeye," Robin said softly.

"It just kind of just hit me all at once when Jonathan called me an idiot," Steve said. "I am an idiot."

"No, just a little slow on the uptake," Robin said with a tearful laugh. "You got here, though."

"Better late than never, I guess," Steve sniffed.

Robin got out from behind the desk and sat down in the chair next to Steve. She grabbed his arm.

"Do you know what this means?" Robin asked.

"That I'm reeaaally into nerds," Steve said.

"Yes, that, too," Robin said. "You are not straight."

"Yeah, I realized that, Robin," Steve said.

"Not that I thought that was a bad thing," Robin said. "You and me. . .we're both fucking queer."

Steve's face spread into a grin, and Robin kissed him on the cheek, hugging him tightly.

"You never thought you'd get here with me," Steve said with a laugh.

"If someone told me a few years ago that my best friend is Steve Harrington and we're both fucking gay, I would have told them to check in to Pennhurst," Robin said.

"I would have told them the same thing," Steve said.

"You know, if you just tried harder at telepathically bonding with me months ago, we would have been here sooner," Robin said.

"I'm sorry for not having powers, Robin," Steve said sarcastically.

"And I completely accept you for who you are," Robin said.

"You don't have powers either."

"Fuck you."

After talking with Robin for about 15 more minutes, Nancy and Jonathan came back into the station with lunch. Steve had happily, but a bit nervously, let them into the office, and they set the food on the desk. Nancy passed a bag to Robin and cleared a space on the desk for them to spread out.

"So. . .how'd it go?" Nancy asked casually.

Robin shared a look with Steve, and he nodded his head as Jonathan passed him a burger.

"Well, if you're Nancy Wheeler and Jonathan Byers and you call Steve Harrington an idiot, you're liable to get a giant sloppy kiss from him," Robin said with a grin.

"It wasn't sloppy," Jonathan muttered.

Nancy laughed and touched Steve's chin before giving him a peck on the lips. Jonathan paused before giving Steve a light kiss as well.

"You know what? I'll find someplace to eat, like the kitchen," Robin said. "I do not want to be a fourth wheel."

Robin winked at Steve before scurrying out of the office, shutting the door behind her. Nancy took Robin's place behind the desk while Jonathan sat down next to Steve. They ate in comfortable silence. Steve could relax now that he knew that he wasn't going to be rejected by both of them. . .at least, he hoped not. It would be mean for them to kiss him like that only for them to turn him down. Although, he hadn't really offered them anything. He just panicked kiss Jonathan and then ran away. He ate the last of his food and cleaned himself up with the napkin.

"You missed a spot," Jonathan said.

"Here?" Steve asked and wiped a spot on his cheek.

"Your mouth," Jonathan muttered.

"Here?" Steve asked and wiped a spot off on his upper lip, but Jonathan just shook his head.

"Let me get it," Jonathan said.

Steve thought for sure that Jonathan was going to get a napkin, but he pressed his lips to Steve's and ran his tongue across his bottom lip, effectively removing the ketchup. Steve let his mouth open up and Jonathan slipped his tongue inside, deepening the kiss. It was intoxicating. He wanted to keep kissing Jonathan forever, and judging by the sounds Nancy was making, she wanted the same thing for them as well as for herself. Jonathan broke the kiss and leaned back in his chair.

"You definitely got it," Steve said, blinking stupidly at him.

"He definitely does," Nancy giggled.

"So, I feel like there's a better place for us to talk about. . .well, us," Jonathan said.

"Don't tell me that you're going to kiss me stupid like that and then you're just going to reject me when we get to wherever you want to take me," Steve said.

"What? No, I'd be an asshole," Jonathan said and paused. "I just don't want to us to be interrupted."

"Wow, and I thought I was done putting out on the first date," Steve said with mock seriousness.

"No, I wasn't looking for - I mean, it would be nice - ," Jonathan said, blushing.

"What kind of people do you think we are, Jonathan?" Nancy asked, matching Steve's mocking tone.

"Now, you know that's not what I meant," Jonathan said.

"I mean, does he think we're that easy?" Steve asked Nancy.

"Well, obviously, and you are that easy, Steve," Nancy teased.

"That's true," Steve smiled.

"Well, let's go then, I think Jonathan is really excited to get us alone," Steve said.

"Well, there's been a lot of pent-up. . .aggression," Nancy said.

"Poor guy's probably about to explode," Steve said.

"I've changed my mind, I don't want to be with either of you assholes!" Jonathan laughed.

Steve and Nancy laughed before pulling Jonathan up out of his chair. They dragged him out of the office and through the station. When they passed Robin, she pulled down her headphones again.

"Where are you going?" Robin asked. "And what should I tell your mother, Jonathan?"

"Tell her we're out monster hunting," Jonathan said, and Nancy laughed.

"Is that what we're going to call it? Because I'm okay with that. I can pretend to be a werewolf. You guys can be the hunters coming after me, but when you find me, you decide to make me your pet instead," Steve smirked. "I can totally be your monster."

"I love that idea," Nancy smiled through heavy eyelids.

"Me too," Jonathan croaked and cleared his throat, his cheeks red. "Talk first."

"Jesus, Steve, when it really hits you, it hits you," Robin said. "Look, I don't have a problem with you three. In fact, I think it's great. It is a much better solution than, you know, fighting. However, I do not need the details of whatever the hell you two are going to do to my best friend."

"Fair enough," Nancy laughed.

This time, it was Nancy dragging Steve and Jonathan out of the station. She also pushed them both into the back of her car before driving away from the station. She seemed to know exactly where Jonathan wanted to go.

"Where are we going?" Steve asked.

"My house," Jonathan said.

"Aren't you staying with Nancy?" Steve asked.

"Yes. I'm talking about my old house," Jonathan said. "No one's bought it."

"I'm confused. Why don't you guys stay there then?" Steve asked.

"Well, we don't have our furniture, and also, it's really close to one of the plates," Jonathan said. "It makes Mom nervous."

"Why are we going there?" Steve asked with wide eyes.

"It's fine, Steve," Nancy said. "Jonathan and I have been here plenty of times when we want to be alone."

"You mean, when you want to have sex?" Steve asked.

"Not always," Jonathan said.

"But usually," Nancy smirked. "I get a little randy sometimes."

"You forget who dated you first, Nance," Steve said with a smile. "And that's nothing to be ashamed of."

"I know that now," Nancy said softly.

"Honestly, it's our fault. We're too handsome to resist," Steve said, and Nancy laughed.

"You're including me in that statement?" Jonathan asked.

"Oh, now you're just fishing for compliments," Steve scoffed. "Jonathan Byers, you are an attractive man. Look at this face. . .I used to stare at it, wondering why the hell it frustrated me so much and why I wanted so badly for you to be queer."

Steve had touched his face, gripping his chin gently in his hand.

"Yeah, well," Jonathan blushed, not knowing what to say. "Your face pissed me off the same way, too."

Jonathan stared at Steve for a moment before taking his hand and interfacing their fingers. He tucked his head into Steve's shoulder, and they were quiet for the rest of the ride, with Nancy occasionally looking at them through rear view mirror. A few moments later, they pulled up to Jonathan's house. Trees were down, as were the lines for the power, and the grass was overgrown as though someone hadn't been there in months, but there was a path leading to the front door. Yeah, right, more than a few times. They got out of the car, and Jonathan grabbed a cooler from the backseat. He put his hand into Steve's and pulled him toward the house while Nancy moved ahead to pick the lock. Together, the three of them went inside. Steve was happily led by Jonathan and Nancy into Jonathan's old room. It had been weird to see the place without any furniture, but it eased Steve when he walked into Jonathan's room. It wasn't empty.

"Do your parents know that you got your own place?" Steve asked.

There was a small mattress covered with sheets, a sleeping bag and two pillows. A turned over box was being used as a nightstand with a battery-operated lantern on it. There were books piled against one wall. Steve could tell which books belonged to who. He knew that the notebooks were Nancy's too, and the camera resting on top of the books was obviously Jonathan's. It didn't take a genius to figure that one out. A suitcase sat in one corner filled with both Jonathan and Nancy's clothes.

"We don't live here, Steve," Nancy said.

"There's no electricity or running water," Jonathan said.

"Wouldn't drink the water this close to the plates even if it did have running water," Nancy said.

"Someone should tell your clothes that," Steve said.

"We only come here - ," Nancy said.

"Yeah, when you need some time to yourselves," Steve said. "I get it. . .but - uh - not to be too forward. . .my place has both of those things."

"We haven't even had the talk about our relationship," Nancy said in amusement.

"And you want us to move in?" Jonathan asked, his eyes twinkling in amusement.

"I thought you guys didn't move in here," Steve scoffed. "And I'm not asking you guys to move in. . .just letting you know that there are other options."

"No offense, Steve, but I don't think Jonathan and I would be too comfortable at your house," Nancy said.

"House? No, I live in an apartment," Steve said. "I moved out after Starcourt - okay, my parents actually kicked me out."

"I didn't know that," Nancy said softly.

"Yeah, well, my parents are assholes. They kicked me out because they found my muscle magazines with my porn collection and thought I was gay," Steve said, and frowned. "They accidentally got that right."

"I'm sorry, Steve," Jonathan said, softly.

"It's okay, I've done alright without them," Steve smiled at the both of them, who shared a smile with each other.

"I don't think I would mind at all seeing your place," Jonathan said, blushing.

Nancy pulled a blanket out of Jonathan's closet and laid it on the floor against the empty wall. She pulled out pillows from the closet as well and set them upright. Jonathan opened the cooler. He pulled out a thermos. Nancy and Steve sat on either side of him.

"Water," Jonathan clarified.

"We also got beer," Nancy said.

"Yeah, I'll take a beer," Steve said.

Nancy smiled before pulling one for herself as well. It turns out she was sharing with Jonathan. He didn't like to drink much, but he did drink and took a few sips from Nancy's can. Steve took a few nervous sips from his own can.

"I think it's poetic to have this conversation here," Nancy said. "Sometimes, I think about that night all the time."

"Me too," Jonathan and Steve said.

"I remember how exhausted we were," Nancy said.

"Yeah, didn't all three of just collapse onto Jonathan's bed at the same time?" Steve asked.

"I think you collapsed first," Jonathan said.

"You know, I think it was a dream or something. I think Nancy was really grateful to be alive and that I came back in to help. . .I was half awake when I felt her kiss me," Steve said.

"It's funny," Jonathan said. "I had my first kiss with Nancy that night, too."

"I didn't kiss either one of you that night," Nancy scoffed.

Steve and Jonathan stared at her before looking at each other. Nancy burst into laughter, and she almost fell over. If it hadn't been for Jonathan, she would have.

"So, that wasn't our first kiss," Steve said.

Nancy laughed harder and they both winded up joining her. Steve leaned his head back against the wall, shaking with laughter.

"How did you not know?" Nancy asked, giggling. "Steve's face was all beaten up and he's bigger than me, Jonathan."

"Yeah, well, I'm recalling it now," Jonathan said. "How did you not know when I'm pretty sure that we made out against your back?"

"We were all so tired," Nancy continued to giggle.

"You know, if I had woken up during that kiss, I would have realized it a lot sooner," Steve said.

"We can't think about the what ifs, I'll drive us crazy," Nancy said.

"We're here now," Jonathan said.

"I've just spent so much time convincing myself that I wasn't - that I didn't like men, or you," Steve said. "And the signs were there!"

"Like when you told me that you always took me for a queer," Jonathan said.

"Was that you being hateful or were you hoping he was?" Nancy teased.

"God, I was hoping. I mean, I thought about him entirely too much," Steve said and looked at Jonathan. "The way that you walked. . .the way that you dressed. . .the way that your hair almost brushed over your eye but not really. . .Jesus, I told myself that I was judging you for the way you dressed. I mean, Jesus fucking Christ! I wanted you to take off your clothes and I fucking told myself that I must have really hated the way you dressed!"

He wasn't frustrated though, he was laughing. Nancy and Jonathan giggled.

"It's okay, Steve," Jonathan said. "I knew I liked men, but I told myself that I couldn't possible ever like someone like you. I told myself that I was hanging out with Nancy too much, and I was starting to think like her."

"That's why you pulled away?!" Nancy asked in disbelief.

"Yeah," Jonathan shrugged.

"You're both idiots," Nancy giggled, and took another sip of her beer.

"Yeah, well, it's all starting to come back to me," Steve said. "I'm remembering the first guy I held hands with. We were young, like fifth grade. I told myself that the feeling I got in my stomach when we held hands was because of something I ate."

"You thought you had indigestion?" Jonathan asked.

"You thought you were turning into Nancy," Steve replied.

"That's a fair point," Jonathan laughed.

"That's not all," Steve said. "He used to call me his boyfriend. I told myself. . .well, that's true, I am a boy and I am his friend. He asked, and I told him that, yeah, of course I was his boyfriend. He was so happy. Even when people were mocking us and making kissy faces at us, I never stopped holding his hand. Oh my god, he was my boyfriend! I mean, I was definitely heartbroken when he moved away. . .I can't believe I missed having my first boyfriend."

Jonathan laughed when Steve slapped his own face with his own hand.

"It's okay, Steve," Nancy said softly and softly. "I missed having my first girlfriend. . .by the time I realized it. . ."

Steve lowered his hand and blinked at her. She didn't have to finish that sentence. He knew who she was talking about.

"Barb," Steve said.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, Nance," Jonathan said.

"I mean, we weren't really. . .I think in order for it to be a proper relationship, both parties have to be aware of it, and I was a clueless idiot," Nancy said. "I told myself that all those kisses we shared. . .they were just for practice."

Nancy's eyes filled with tears, and she took a long drink of her beer.

"I'm really sorry, Nancy," Steve said.

"I don't regret sleeping with you that night. I don't regret you, Steve Harrington," Nancy said, wiping her mouth. "I do regret how I treated Barb. I was just so excited to explore my sexuality that I didn't think about anyone else."

"Her death wasn't your fault, Nance," Steve said.

"It wasn't yours either," Nancy said.

She leaned over Jonathan and pulled Steve in for a gentle kiss. It was soft and sweet but tinged with sadness. He thought he tasted a little bit of hope there, too. Nancy broke the kiss and nuzzled her nose against his before placing a kiss on the tip of it. She sat back down beside Jonathan.

"I hope you guys won't be jealous of a dead man," Steve spoke suddenly.

"What?" Jonathan asked.

"In the confusion of realizing that I still had feelings for Nancy - I don't know who I was kidding, of course, I never got over you," Steve smiled at Nancy and she smiled back. "I was starting to get to know Eddie, and there was this moment where he was trying to convince me that Nancy had feelings for me, too. . .I felt disappointed, not with the fact that Nancy might feel the same, but I think when he leaned in close, I had thought he was going to kiss me. I was disappointed that he didn't. I think there was some attraction there, not like with you and Nancy but it was pretty close. I didn't question it because everything seemed to happen so fast after that. I just kept thinking about what I could have done differently to save Eddie -,"

"Eddie's death wasn't your fault, Steve," Nancy said.

"Sometimes it feels like it and it feels like Dustin blames me," Steve said. "He should."

"He's just angry, man," Jonathan said. "About what happened, it doesn't mean he blames you."

"He's scared, too, of the same thing happening with you," Nancy said. "I don't know if you noticed - Robin and I certainly have - but you tend to throw yourself into the line of fire."

"Yeah, and don't you do the same thing?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, that's something we do," Nancy said, laughing for a moment, before turning serious. "All three of us do it."

"I'm sorry about Eddie," Jonathan said.

"I barely knew him," Steve said quietly.

"You still had feelings for him, Steve, and you lost him, too," Nancy said gently, and reached over Jonathan to take his hand. "I lost Barb and Fred. . .we lost Eddie, and Bob. . ."

"I'm tired of losing," Steve said.

"Me too," Jonathan said, and Nancy hummed in agreement.

They sat down in comfortable silence for a while, sipping on their beers. Steve stared at the books on the wall, and the camera that rested on top of it. They had come a long way. Sometimes it felt longer than almost four years, and sometimes it seemed like yesterday. They had all done messed up things and hurt each other because they couldn't admit the truth. . .not even to each other. They all wanted the same thing: to not end up like their parents and that had been the driving fear for all of them. It had been the thought that popped into his head when he bought the camera. He didn't want to be like his dad, and he knew Jonathan didn't either. He had hoped it would be an olive branch between him and Jonathan, but he also knew that Jonathan never would have accepted the gift if he knew it was from him.

"What are you thinking about?" Jonathan asked Steve.

Steve's head snapped to look at Jonathan and Nancy. Jonathan was looking at him curiously while Nancy looked at him knowingly. She knew exactly what he was thinking about.

"You should tell him," Nancy said.

"Tell me what?" Jonathan asked.

"I bought the camera," Steve said and Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "The camera Nancy gave you. I bought it for you."

"What? Why didn't you just tell me that?" Jonathan asked.

"I didn't think you'd take it if you knew it was from me," Steve said.

"I would have taken it if it had come from Lonnie. It was a camera, Steve," Jonathan said in amusement. "But I'm glad it came from you and Nancy. She gave it to me, so she gets credit, too. You didn't have to do that. Neither of you. . .What I did was stupid and I was an asshole. Both of you had every right to be mad at me for it, and you had every right to break it."

"You were an asshole," Nancy said. "So was Steve, so was I. . .I wasn't exactly nice to my brother when Will went missing, and the only thing I cared about was. . .well, getting laid."

"Well, at that point, none of us knew that shit like that could happen especially in Hawkins, the most boring town on earth," Jonathan said.

"I used to hate that," Nancy said. "I used to hate how small and boring it was. . .God, I'd give anything for it to go back to that again, but I think I'd make some changes."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Jonathan said.

"I'd still want to leave, though," Nancy said.

"I like the whole traveling the country in the RV thing," Jonathan said. "Not sure about the six kids' thing."

"You told him?" Steve asked Nancy.

"We weren't talking, it kind of slipped out," Nancy said.

"Yeah, well, it's just something I dreamed about when I briefly lost consciousness," Steve said.

"You lost consciousness?" Nancy asked.

"Briefly," Steve said. "I didn't tell you that Jonathan was there, too, for some reason. . .although, now I know why. . .And for the record, it's not like I want them right now, that would be crazy, but someday - I mean, the number is negotiable - but that's a conversion that can wait for another day."

"I'm not sure what I want with that," Nancy said truthfully. "But what I do know is that I want both of you. I told myself a million times that I was selfish for loving you both, but I do. You two are important part of my story and I wouldn't want to erase either one of you."

Steve and Jonathan share a soft smile before smiling at Nancy. Jonathan took both of their hands in his and they sat in silence for a moment, processing Nancy's words.

"You know, I thanked Nancy for the camera," Jonathan said and paused. "I never thanked you."

"You don't - ," Steve said.

"Shut up, and let me thank you," Jonathan said.

Jonathan got up, threw one leg over Steve, and straddled him. Steve's hands went to his hips to steady him, welcoming his weight. Jonathan cupped his face and gazed at him, running his thumb over Steve's bottom lip. He moved his thumb and gently kissed Steve. Jonathan kissed him softly and slowly with gently experimental pecks. . .with Jonathan staring at his face with each kiss. He pressed his lips against Steve's, this time without interruption. Steve kissed him back, purposely this time, and moved his lips with Jonathan as Jonathan began to slowly rock his hips. Steve's hands made quick work of removing Jonathan's jacket and tossed it aside. Steve moved against Jonathan, pushing him back against the floor so he could climb on top of him and deepen the kiss. Jonathan moaned into his mouth, tugging at Steve's jacket. Steve ran his hands down the side of Jonathan's body, gripping his thigh as he grinded against him. Jonathan tugged at his jacket again as Steve nipped at his lip before moving to kiss his neck and Jonathan moaned again. Steve let Jonathan push his jacket off of him and moved his head back to look at Jonathan.

"If you want me, come and get me," Steve said.

"What?" Jonathan asked in confusion.

"Steve," Nancy whined.

Steve laughed and stood up. He was just as hard as Jonathan, but he liked to tease. . .and he liked to be chased.

"This is supposed to be a monster hunt. . .so hunt me," Steve smirked. "First one to catch me is the first who can do whatever they want to me."

Nancy and Jonathan shared a look with each other, their eyes twinkling with mirth. Nancy looked back at Steve with a smirk spreading across her face and a dark seductive glint in her eye.

"Run."

Meanwhile. . .

Robin looked at the clock on the station wall. It had been hours. . .surely, they would have been back by now? Joyce and the others hadn't shown up yet which was good because then Robin wouldn't have had to explain to Joyce where her son was. She was already awkward enough and she's almost revealed her own secrets on several occasions. Of course, she knew that she wouldn't actually say anything. . .it was her goddamn face that she was worried about. The front door opened and she nearly fell out of her chair, but she managed to catch herself. It was not Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve liked she had hoped. Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas came in first with Dustin moving ahead of them.

"STEVE! I need to talk to you! It's not a bad emergency, but I need to talk to you about it, and you better just shut up and listen because - Robin, where's Steve?" Dustin asked as Joyce and Hopper came in with El.

"Steve?" Robin asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, Steve, you know, your platonic other half who's basically mostly just hair," Dustin said. "You always know where he is."

"Oh, that Steve," Robin said. "He went for a walk."

"A walk?" Dustin asked.

"Yes, a walk," Robin said.

"Steve went for a walk?" Dustin asked.

"Yes, Dustin, Steve went for a walk," Robin said. "How many times do I have to say it?"

"Why did he go for a walk?" Dustin asked.

"To get some fresh air, I don't know," Robin scowled. "He's a jock, occasionally jocks like to go for walks. In Steve's case, he's part golden retriever, and if he doesn't go for a walk at this time, he ends up peeing on the rug."

"Jesus, I was just asking," Dustin said.

"What's with the interrogation about where Steve is?" Robin asked.

"I just wanted to know where he is," Dustin said. "That's all. I wanted to talk to him."

"Right," Robin said.

"Nancy's car is gone, is Jonathan with her?" Joyce asked.

"Yes," Robin said.

"Where'd they go?" Will asked.

Don't say monster hunting, Robin thought, whatever you do don't say monster hunting.

"Monster hunting," Robin said, and closed her eyes. "I mean, not monster hunting, that was a joke, but they're, uh, busy with something else - "

"Monster hunting?" Hopper asked. "Is that what they're calling it these days?"

"Robin, you don't have to lie," Joyce said. "I know what they've been doing for a long time, believe it or not, I was young once. That's sweet of you to try and cover for them."

"It's funny that Steve went for a walk at the same time that Nancy and Jonathan went on their hunt," Dustin said casually.

She knew that it would be Will who figured it out. Of course, it was Will. Robin watched his eyes widen and she made eye contact with Will, pouring everything she had into making sure that he'd be calm about it. He managed to school his features.

"I think he just went for a walk, Dustin," Will said and Dustin gasped, clutching his arm.

"Oh my god!" Dustin exclaimed and Will's eyes went wide again. "He's planning my surprise birthday party with my mother!"

"Yeah, Dustin, that's it," Will laughed. "Or maybe he just went for a walk."

"Don't be ridiculous, Will," Dustin rolled his eyes.

Will laughed and looked at him fondly. Robin smiled at that. She knew that look well. . .she managed to hide her face successfully. The front door opened again and Steve came in.

"How was your walk?" Robin asked, gazing into his eyes with a hard look.

"Oh, yeah, my walk, it was good," Steve said. "Very. . .refreshing."

Nancy and Jonathan walked in behind him. Robin closed her eyes tightly, pinching her nose. Jesus Christ.

"Why do all three of you have leaves in your hair?" Mike asked. "What were you doing?"

Of course, it hit them all at once, because it wasn't just the leaves or the disheveled clothing. It was the fact that all three of them had hickies. The throuple realized that they figured it out, too. The Demogorgon was out of the bag as soon as it had begun.

"Monster hunting," the three of them said in unison.

"Oh, Jesus! Why the hell didn't you radio us?!" Dustin asked and everyone stared at him. "What monster was it? Was it a Demogorgon? One of the bats?!"

"Nobody tell him," Steve said. "Let him figure it out on his own."

Robin laughed as she watched Steve disappear into the back of the station with Nancy and Jonathan. Dustin was hot on their tails, lecturing them on notifying the rest of the party. Monster hunting, indeed. As excuses go, it wasn't so bad. . .

"Oh, for God's sake, Dustin!" they heard Nancy snap and then they heard Jonathan's voice before Nancy spoke again. "We weren't monster hunting! Jonathan and I fucked your precious babysitter!"

"Not like that, Nancy!" Jonathan yelled.

Fred stopped talking when another car pulled up. Chrissy got out of the back seat of Claudia Henderson’s car, other demobats flew down from the sky, and began to hover around Chrissy for a moment before meeting their other two siblings halfway. It was hard to tell, but Nancy figured their screeches were ones of delight at the sight of their siblings. Chrissy ran into Eddie’s arm, kissing him soundly. Claudia got out of the car and screamed.

“DUSTY!”

“MOM?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Dustin screamed.

“One of the demogorgons attacked them in the hospital,” Nancy explained.

Dustin threw himself into his mother’s arms, hugging her tightly. He burst into tears at the same time as his mother did.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such an asshole to you, Mom,” Dustin cried.

“Oh, honey, I understand, and I understand why you couldn’t tell me,” Claudia said. “Max and Lucas explained most of it.”

The Sinclairs’ pulled up next to Claudia’s car. Lucas got out first and pulled the wheelchair out of the back. His father got out and helped Max into her chair.

“Yeah, I told her we should go to the station, but she threatened to bite me,” Lucas said.

“I thought I was the vampire,” Eddie grinned.

“Eddie?!” Lucas exclaimed.

“Hey, kid,” Eddie said.

Lucas let out a sob and threw his arms around him, hugging him tightly.

“Oh, Chrissy was right,” Lucas cried. “Eddie, man, I’m so – “

“Hey, don’t apologize. I should be the one doing that. I was an asshole about the whole basketball thing, and maybe if I had been a little supportive instead of making you feel like shit then I wouldn’t have pushed you into following Carver,” Eddie said. “You’re allowed to like both. I should have been setting a better example.”

“I’m glad you’re here,” Lucas said. “Even if you are a vampire.”

“So am I, kid,” Eddie said with a cackle.

Lucas pulled away from the hug and spotted Patrick. Lucas opened his mouth, probably to apologize, and Patrick pulled him into a hug before he could say anything. Nancy smiled and turned her attention to Max.

“It’s good to see you in person,” Nancy said.

“Well, if you want to hug me, you’re going to have to do all the work. I can’t move my arms or legs,” Max said and squinted. “My vision sucks, too. So, I can’t tell if you’re Nancy or Eddie wearing a bloody candy striper uniform.”

Nancy laughed and hugged her tightly. She cradled the back of Max’s head, making sure she could feel her touch. She could feel Max burying her face into her shoulder and then a wet spot. . .Max was crying. She stroked her hair and pulled back, tears of her own filling her eyes. Nancy smiled at her and touched her face before moving away. Vickie was there by her side, touching her shoulder.

“Don’t worry, you’ve been lying in bed for a while which has caused the muscles to atrophy, and it’s slowed down the healing process but I’m sure that you’ll get better with time. From what I’ve heard, you’re a very determined young woman who knows what she’s capable of,” Vickie said and smiled at Lucas before looking back at Max. “I don’t know if you know, but - "

“You're Vickie Dunne,” Max smiled. “I heard you while I was sleeping. I know what you’ve done for Lucas. I heard you talking to Nancy, too.”

Nancy watched Robin beam at Vickie, her eyes sick with love. Her own heart was full of affection for Vickie, and she shared a look with Robin before squeezing Vickie’s hand.

“Is Erica in there?” Sue asked Nancy.

“Yeah, we need to get the gate open. Chrissy -,” Nancy started to say.

Whatever Nancy was going to say was stopped by another car pulling up to the gate. Wayne stepped out of the driver’s seat, and Holly jumped out of the passenger’s side.

“I tried to stop her, but she slipped out of my grip at the hospital and screamed that she was going find you on her own,” Wayne said. “She’s a fast little shit. She really was going to go. I’d rather her go with me than on her own and get lost. Unfortunately, I had to steal a car. It's not my proudest moment."

“I wouldn’t have gotten lost,” Holly rolled her eyes.

Holly let out a cry when she saw Nancy and threw herself into Nancy’s stomach. Nancy hugged Holly tightly and sighed.

“We’re so talking about this later,” Nancy said with a sigh. “Chrissy, do you want to do the honors and open the gate?”

“Sure thing, boss,” Chrissy said and saluted her.

“I really hope this isn’t going to become a thing,” Nancy sighed.

Eddie cackled as Chrissy raised her hand and used her powers to open the gate. The minute the gates were opened, Sue and Charles were in the place to find their daughter. Lucas was going to wheel Max in, but Max made a noise of protest and focused on the opened gate in front of them. Her wheelchair began moving on its own, and Max wheeled herself into the Mac-Z, blood dripping from her nose.

“Metal,” Eddie breathed.

“You have wings and can fly, Eddie,” Chrissy reminded him with an affectionate laugh.

“That is pretty metal,” Steve agreed.

“Oh, Max is going to be just fine,” Vickie beamed.

Nancy followed them, her hand firmly in Holly’s. Holly was currently gaping at Robin and the sword in her hands, forgetting that she had powers of her own. She appreciated that Holly looked up to her and her girlfriends, but she’ll always think Robin is the coolest. It was such a serious moment, but she wanted to laugh at Holly’s expression. The thought of laughter was swept from her mind when she walked into the Mac-Z. Bodies of soldiers were laying on the ground. . .their limbs several feet from their bodies. Blood was streaked across the pavement, and an eyeball had touched Nancy’s foot. Holly threw up. Wayne quickly picked her up. It was tough even for Nancy, but she managed to swallow her vomit.

“JONATHAN?!” Will and Joyce screamed.

“NANCY?! HOLLY?! UNCLE – EDDIE?!” Mike screamed.

Nancy ran towards Mike and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. Mike burst into tears, and she was crying right there along with him. Wayne was joining the group with Holly in his arms, and the other two Wheelers pulled him in.

“I guess Uncle Eddie will just pop in here,” Eddie said.

“I was NOT calling you uncle,” Mike said. “I was surprised to see you AFTER I saw Uncle Wayne.”

“So, surprised that you called me uncle,” Eddie quipped.

“I was going to say glad to see you, but I think I changed my mind,” Mike said and Holly giggled. “How the hell are you still alive?”

“Technically, I’m not,” he said and Mike looked at Eddie in confusion.

“We’ll explain later,” Nancy said, pulling back and wiping her eyes.

“Hey, asshole,” Max said, and bumped her wheelchair against Mike’s leg.

“MAX!” Mike yelled and leaned down to hug her.

Nancy smiled when Dustin did the same, hugging them both. He yanked Will and Lucas into the group hug. They were now only missing -  

“ERICA!” they heard Sue scream.

The other kids had come out of hiding, following Erica. Derek immediately moved to Mike’s side as Holly slipped out of Wayne’s arms and she looked at him in confusion.

“I’m Mike’s best friend now,” Derek said and noticed Robin. “Hi, Miss Robin!”

He waved at her, and Nancy smiled. Okay, that was kind of cute, even though he had been mean to her sister, but maybe he was turning things around. Holly was still looking at Derek in disbelief, however.

“Okay, most of us are, and I know that we’re still missing -,” Nancy started to say.

The other end of the gate burst open, and Vecna’s body went flying and landed onto the bloody pavement. Jane appeared with Hopper, Terry, and. . .Kali? They found Kali! Jane’s hair had fallen out of her bun, and her messy, curly hair was flowing down her shoulders. A scratch had been opened on her cheek as though a monster had dragged its claw or knife across it. Hopper looked worse. He had taken quite the beating from someone, and even Kali had looked like she had taken a few punches herself. Terry had a cut on her forehead, blood running from it. Jane stood above Vecna, her hair flowing behind her as a gust of wind blew through Hawkins.

“Eleven -,” Vecna started.

“Jane, my name is Jane,” she spat. “I am not a number. I am no one’s puppet.”

“After everything I have done for you...is this how you repay me? I was going to give you everything. . .so much power, and you would have been by my side. You and me, we’re the same,” Vecna said.

“Isn’t that what you told me, too?" Will asked, approaching the monster.

“You can be with me, too, William,” Vecna said. “Your power –,”

“Ew,” Will said. “No thank you.”

“We are nothing like you,” Jane said.

“You told me that you were just a kid like me when you found the Mind Flayer,” Will said. “And you made it sound like you had been controlled all this time. . .I believed you, but you manipulated me.”

“The way you did when I was a child,” Jane said.

“I thought maybe you had been manipulated, too,” Will said.

“You have always been a monster, Henry,” Jane said. “Just like Papa. Just like the Mind Flayer.”

“I chose to be with him because I was never weak like you,” Vecna spat.

“You chose to be with him because you are weak, Henry,” Kali said, stepping up to join Jane and Will.

“You hid behind the Flayer like a child hiding behind his mother’s skirts,” Chrissy said, walking up to join them as well.

“You betrayed me,” Vecna glared at her. “I invited you in, and you betrayed me.”  

“You called it power,” Eddie said.

“But you stole,” Patrick said.

“And used us to hide behind as well,” Fred said.

“You used our trauma against us, because you thought it would make us weak like you,” Max said.

“You’re the weak one, Henry,” Jane said.

“Even now, your monsters are starting to realize that your power was just an illusion,” Kali said.

“What are you going to do, Henry? Now that you’re not the one in control?” Nancy asked, stepping up beside her friends.

“It’s easy to hide behind a mask,” Steve said. “It’s harder to fight without the power you thought you had.”

“Are you going to face all of us?” Jonathan asked.

“You two don’t have powers,” Vecna growled.

“Maybe not,” Steve said.

“We don’t need them to kick your pathetic ass,” Jonathan said.

“Everything you did,” Joyce said, approaching him. “It just made us stronger. It made us a family.”

“The kind that you threw away,” Terry said.

She had stood proudly beside her daughter and took her hand in his. Holly started to approach Vecna, but Nancy grabbed her.

“Don’t,” Nancy said.

“I know what I’m doing,” Holly said. “I’m helping Alice.”

“Alice?” Nancy asked.

“We’re not the only ones who escaped,” Holly said in a whisper. “I can feel her inside of me. She wants to speak to her brother. If I can show Henry like I did with the birds. . .the image isn’t real, but she is. Please, Nancy.”

Nancy stared at her and sighed. This will help bring Henry down. She needed their collective power even if it meant using Holly to help her, and she hated that more than anything. They needed to be willing to do it, and Holly was.

“We’ll be right behind you,” Nancy said and let go of her.

Just like that, Holly turned into Alice Creel. They looked similar, almost as if they could be related. She wore the blue dress that Holly had worn in Vecna’s mind, that one that had been given to her by Alice. She realized then that the girl that Holly had met was, in fact, Alice Creel.

“Hi, Henry,” Alice said.

“You’re not real,” he scowled.

“I am real, brother, Holly saved me,” Alice said. “She set me free.”

“I was keeping you safe,” Vecna said.

“You killed me and then imprisoned me,” Alice spat. “You treated me like a puppet. Just like you treated Mama. You killed us. You killed us, and you called it protection.”

“I did what was best,” he said.

“FOR YOU!” Alice screamed. “I will never grow up. I will never find out if I want to marry or to have kids. I don’t know if I would want that. I will never find out because of you! I will never see the world or watch it change. I’ll never know what I could possibly accomplish. Would I have helped change things? Would I become successful? Would I have my first kiss? Or experience my first heartbreak? Would I ever find out what I want? I will never find out. I will never grow up, and I will never change or take another breath. I loved you, Henry. You were supposed to protect me, but you killed me! THAT WAS YOUR CHOICE! YOU CHOSE TO KILL ME! YOU KILLED ME AND NOW I’LL WATCH AS THEY KILL YOU!”

Vecna tried to move, but he found that he couldn’t move, frozen by an invisible force. Virginia Creel moved forward, much to Nancy’s surprise, but she kept her surprise hidden as Kali, wearing the face of Virginia Creel, moved forward.

“You were my son. I always thought there was something peculiar about you, but I thought it was just a phase. I thought I was imagining things. You loved me as I loved you. It was just my fears playing tricks on me. Surely, the son that I grew inside of me loved me as much as I loved him. It turns out that you didn’t love us at all. You aren’t capable of it,” Victoria said.

“You just pretended,” Alice said tearfully. “It wasn’t real. None of it was.”

“And you created a world, a play, where you were the victim, but something was missing...the humanity part of it all. You didn’t have it, and you needed it. You craved it, because you read all these books, and you knew what was missing but you couldn’t replicate it because you weren’t born with those feelings,” Virginia said. “I should have seen it. I should have seen that it was never there...all those animals, even before Hawkins. You couldn’t write it the way that all these other writers did, and so, you decided to steal it...to take it from other people. To create a play, a world, that no one will ever see, and what was the point, Henry? Was the point of this world you wanted to create?”

“Power,” Vecna growled.

“You never had it, Henry,” Alice said. “That was just an illusion. You were never as powerful as everyone here because they have something that you can never have, that you can never know.”

“They are capable of love, Henry, and that’s why they’re strong,” Virginia said.

“You say you love me, would you kill me, mother?” Henry asked. "Would you let your own son die?"

“Why not? You killed me first,” Virginia said.

“You had a family, Henry,” Alice cried. “And you destroyed it because the things that we cared about, you hated. You hated it so much that you wanted to destroy it or control it. That’s all you could feel, Henry, and even that was meaningless.”

“What’s hate without love?” Virginia asked.

Jane took Virginia’s hand, Virginia took Will’s, Will took Chrissy’s, Chrissy took Patrick’s, then Patrick took Fred’s. Fred turned to Nancy and held out his hand. Nancy grabbed his hand and took Alice’s in her other one, feeling Holly underneath the illusion. She could feel the power welling up inside of her.

“NO!” Vecna screamed, and he locked eyes with Eddie. “I can bring them back! There’s another stone! You can be with your son again. You can bring back your world...I can help you do that and bring back your memories, too!”

Nancy glanced over her shoulder at Eddie, and she could see him take over...Kas. He stared at Vecna with a curious look, and slightly hopeful look in his eye.

“Kas! NO!” Nancy screamed. “He’s lying to you, and you know it!”

“He can bring my son back to me,” Kas said softly, moving closer to Henry.

“Eddie! TAKEOVER! TAKEOVER!” Chrissy screamed. "FIGHT BACK, EDDIE!"

“Don’t do this, Kas! You said you wanted to change things! You said you wanted to help save our world, and this is your chance, now, to do better! You can’t save your world or your son, but you can save us. You can save us, Kas. Please, don’t believe him!” Nancy cried.

“Why should I believe you?” Kas asked, looking at her.

Nancy’s eyes filled with tears, as the thought came to her, as she struggled to come up with anything else.

“You came to me because you wanted your story to be told because you wanted someone to learn from your mistakes,” Nancy said. “Your son, he wouldn’t want you to do this. I remind you of him, don’t I? Isn’t that why you came to me? If there’s anything left of your son...it’s in me, isn’t it? We’re all stardust. We’re all made up of the same thing. When your son died, a part of him somehow drifted away from him, and it kept traveling until it found a place to rest, to become something new. Maybe that’s why we have this connection because part of him still lives here. He’s still here, Kas, and he doesn’t want you to do this. I can feel it.”

Nancy doesn’t know if she actually believes it, but she wanted to. . .She wanted to believe for his sake and for theirs that what she was saying was true.

“I want to believe you,” Kas said, and looked at Vecna. “You can do it?”

“Yes, join me, Kas!” Vecna screamed.

Kas looked at Nancy apologetically.

“If there is another stone. . .,” Kas trailed off.

“Then it needs to be destroyed!” Nancy screamed.

Red smoke poured out of Eddie’s mouth and went charging at Vecna. Chrissy broke the circle and raised her hand, trying to push the smoke back...it worked for a moment until. . .Demobats came pouring out of the library gate and dove for Chrissy. Her children rose up to defend her, tearing at the other bats. The other bats dove for the others, and Hopper started shooting along with the remaining military. Holly screamed along with the kids.

“PROTECT THE CHILDREN!” Nancy screamed as she threw herself over her sister and brother.

A demobat came for Chrissy, and her power was now focused on keeping the creature at bay. The smoke slid past her, and the demobats came to a stop as the red smoke entered Vecna. Eddie’s body lay prone on the ground; he wasn’t moving or breathing. Vecna stood up, no longer frozen by whoever’s power was keeping him down. The smile slid off his face, and he screamed. Everyone came to a stop, including the bullets.

“NOOOOO!!!!”

Vecna exploded into a red and black mist. There was nothing remaining except for red and black spores that floated towards the gate. Like stardust, Nancy thought. Once the spores entered the Upside Down, they disintegrated. . .Kas’ one last act. There was nothing left of Henry Creel. A silence fell over the group as it sunk in for everyone.

“Did we win?” Vickie asked.

“Yeah, I think we did,” Robin said, and Chrissy let out a wail.

“EDDIE!” Chrissy shrieked and knelt beside him. “EDDIE! WAKE UP! I DON’T FUCKING LIKE THIS! PLEASE, WAKE UP! YOU HAVE TO – YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!”

Chrissy was sobbing beside Wayne and Dustin. Nancy approached Eddie’s still body, his chest unmoving. Chrissy’s hand lay over his heart, crying. Kas had been keeping Eddie alive...had he been the only thing doing so? Nancy felt an icy chill in her heart, and tears filled her eyes as she watched a member of her family lying on the ground. He would have been a member of her family, and he would have fit right in like Uncle Wayne did. He would have loved hanging out with Robin and Vickie. . .watching Scooby-Doo with Vickie and coming up with insane theories with her about why Scooby could talk. Nancy looked up at Mike, who looked just as tearful as she did and just as scared. Eddie gasped, sitting up and covering his hand over Chrissy’s, who had screamed in relief. Wayne let out a sob.

“I’m alive,” Eddie said.

“Yeah, you are,” Chrissy said.

“No, I mean, I’m alive,” Eddie said and pressed her palm harder against his naked chest. “I’m alive...I’m not a vamp – oh, goddamnit!”

“You’re alive, boy, that’s the only thing that matters,” Wayne said and pulled him up off the ground.

“Yeah, I guess,” Eddie said with a pout but hugged Wayne anyway, pulling Chrissy into the group hug.

Suddenly, the gate to the Mac-Z opened up, and trucks started rolling in. The first truck came to a stop in front of the group of soldiers left behind. A short gray-haired woman approached the trucks. She looked angry.

“That is Kay. She was in the lab in the Upside Down,” Jane explained. “We found her experiments.”

“Her experiments?” Nancy asked.

“She’s been experimenting on pregnant women using Henry’s blood,” Terry said.

“She had been hoping to create an army,” Hopper said.

“That’s awful,” Joyce said.

“We wouldn’t have managed to save them if it hadn’t been for Cathy,” Terry replied, slipping her hand into Joyce’s.

“I didn’t even see you slip away, Terry,” Joyce frowned. “I didn’t what happened to you – I thought - ,”

“I’m sorry, I needed to get to Jane, I didn’t think I just left,” Terry said.

“It’s fine, I understand,” Joyce said and then muttered, “Next time, leave a note or something.”

“Who’s Cathy?” Steve asked.

“Widow of Sam Owens,” Terry replied.

Nancy didn’t know what to think of Sam Owens. She never liked him, but then again, all she saw was the lab at the time. She knew from Jane that he generally tried to do the right thing, and it wasn’t always possible because of other assholes. He could have been better, but he did die trying to save the world, so maybe Nancy could focus on that. As well as the fact that a woman lost her husband.

“That’s Cathy,” Jane pointed out.

A woman with long brown hair hopped out. She looked like she was in her 60s with sharp but soft features. Her hair was up and away from her face. Nancy could see the deep sadness and the anger in her face.

“Dr. Kay,” Cathy greeted.

“Mrs. Owens, you don’t have authorization to be here,” Dr. Kay said.

“Neither do you,” Cathy said and handed her a piece of paper.

“You realize that anyone could have -,” Dr. Kay was cut off by a man getting out of the vehicle.

The man was of average height, and it was difficult to see the rest of his face with sunglasses that size. Dr. Kay knew him very well, it seemed. Her face froze before she looked furious again.

“As I’ve said,” Cathy said. “Not only have you been shut down, but you and your men are going to be arrested. There will be a full investigation into this.”

“You don’t understand the work -,” Dr. Kay started to say.

“–is over,” Cathy finished for her. “Take her.”

Dr. Kay wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She pulled out a gun and turned to her soldiers. They looked at her for a moment before pulling out their guns as well.

“I won’t let you, those kids, they could be useful in fight against the Russians, if you just let me -,” Dr. Kay said.

“You’re just making this harder for yourself, Miranda,” the man said.

Dr. Kay screamed and pointed a gun at the group. Sue and Charles reacted along with Claudia, jumping to shield their children. The gun went off in Nancy’s direction. Jane and Will reacted quickly, standing in front of her with their hands raised. Vickie and Robin wrapped their arms around Nancy. While using their powers, Will and Jane directed the bullet to hit the spot above Dr. Kay’s head instead. Nancy smirked. The man in the sunglasses raised his gun at her.

“Put the gun down now, Kay, or I’ll put you down,” he said.

“I will never -,” Kay started to say.

They were interrupted by a loud rumbling beneath their feet, and then suddenly – AURORA came bursting out of the gate! She spread her wings and swooped down on Kay’s men. She scooped them up in her mouth and swallowed them whole. Kay stared dumbly at the dragon for a moment before raising her gun. Aurora snorted and tossed Kay up in the air with her nose. The dragon tilted her head back and let her mouth fall open, catching Kay in her giant maw. Aurora swallowed.

“HOLY SHIT!” Mike and Lucas exclaimed.

Cathy’s soldiers raised their guns as well, but Nancy held up her hands as Aurora landed in front of the library. Nancy stood in front of her with Vickie and Robin hurrying after her.

“She’s a friend!” Nancy yelled. “She’s on our side!”

The soldiers looked skeptical, but they lowered their guns but kept them in their hands. Really, though, what were those weapons going to do against a DRAGON?! Nancy approached Aurora and pressed her hand to her chin, scratching it. Aurora made a please clicking sound.

“What the fuck, Nance?!” Robin squeaked as she followed.

“Robin, meet Aurora. She’s the part of Barb that survived,” Nancy said sadly.

Robin stared at Nancy, tears in her blue eyes. She knew that Robin and Barb used to be friends, but did Robin know what Barb dreamed about? Robin looked at Nancy sadly before glancing back at Aurora. Robin reached up carefully and touched Aurora’s nose.

“She used to dream about being a dragon, and now she is one,” Robin laughed, and then she cried. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Aurora nuzzled Robin’s hand, and Robin’s smile grew. Vicke approached as well before placing a hand on Aurora’s scaly cheek.

“She’s beautiful,” Vickie said.

“Well,” the man in sunglasses said. “I guess that saves us on paperwork...or does it?”

Cathy approached the group, looking around at the chaos. She looked at Jane with guilt and sympathy.

“We’ll laying all the blame for this on Kay, since most of it is her and Dr. Brenner’s fault,” Cathy frowned. “But no one will be looking for you anymore, Jane. You’re free, and so are you, Kali. Your friends are waiting for you on the other side of quarantine."

“They’re alive?” Kali asked.

“Yes, shaken up, but otherwise, they’re fine,” Cathy said. “None of you will be in trouble for what has happened here. If anything, you guys deserve. . .so much for what you did. You saved the world; you fixed what these. . .assholes have broken. My Sam died trying to do the same.”

“I feel like there’s still so much left,” Nancy said. “I mean, do you know where our powers come from?”

“I do,” Cathy said with a smile. “And there have been people fighting to protect that secret as well as the secret of the stone for many years.”

“We destroyed it,” Nancy said.

“That’s something that they also sought to do,” Cathy said. “Unfortunately, they never found it, and they never found a way to the other side.”

“This world, and the Upside Down, it still needs to be kept safe,” Nancy said.

“It will be, don’t you worry about that,” Cathy said.

Aurora let out a roar, and Cathy looked at the dragon with fright. The dragon nudged Nancy’s hand.

“What is it?” she asked, and Aurora nodded at the gate. “Do you have to?”

She could feel it without Aurora having to say any words. She caressed her friend sadly, letting her fingers run over her scales. She couldn’t stay in this world. . .not anymore. There was no room for a dragon, and the air...it just wasn’t right. Nancy could tell the creature was struggling to breathe along with the demobats.

“What’s wrong?” Chrissy asked the demobat in her hands.

The gates would be closing soon, and any connection would soon be gone. It wouldn’t be a place that they’d be able to live. They could tolerate their world, but they couldn’t live in theirs. It didn’t seem fair.

“The gates will be closing soon,” Nancy told Chrissy. “They can’t stay here.”

“But they’re our babies!” Chrissy exclaimed.

“They protected us!” Eddie exclaimed.

“They’ll die here,” Nancy said. “So will Aurora. Maybe one day, we’ll find a way for us all to be together, but I don’t think that’s today.”

Chrissy and Eddie sobbed as they gathered their bats around them.

“Do you think Aurora - ?” Chrissy asked Nancy, and Aurora snorted, causing Nancy to giggle.

“Of course, she’ll make sure they’re okay,” Nancy said. "Barb was the world's best babysitter."

Chrissy crouched down with Eddie, kneeling on the ground in front of them. They were both crying now.

“Okay, Ozzie, I know Jamie can be a bit aggressive, but she’s already proven that she can lead you guys pretty well,” Chrissy said.

“So, she’s in charge while Mummy and Daddy are gone,” Eddie sniffed. “She’s hard on you, but she loves you, and she just wants what is best for you.”

“Gracie, I know you think you’re big, but you’re actually pretty small. . .smaller than the rest. Don’t be afraid to let the others help you,” Chrissy said.

“Don’t pick on Gracie either, Winnie, just because she’s small,” Eddie said. “She’s kicked your ass before, and she’ll do it again.”

“Lizzie, don’t be afraid to be speak your mind,” Chrissy said. “You’ve got a lot to say.”

Lizzie whimpered softly and snuggled up to Chrissy, indicating that she was clearly a mommy’s girl. Chrissy let out a sob, scratching her tummy.

“Be good for Auntie Aurora,” Eddie said to Ozzie. “You’re in charge, but she’s there for you, too.”

The ground was starting to shake again, but Nancy knew that it was time for Aurora and the others to go. The gates were closing. . .on their own. Aurora let out a weird shriek towards the bats and started walking towards the gate. The bats followed, but every so often, they’d look behind them at Chrissy and Eddie. Aurora looked at Nancy one last time, and Nancy couldn’t help but cry, too.

“Goodbye, Barb,” Nancy whispered, holding Vickie and Robin’s hands tightly.

She watched Aurora walk into the library gate...this was where Barb’s body had been found, Nancy realized, as the gate closed behind them. Chrissy collapsed into Eddie’s arms, wailing.

“We were too young to be parents anyway,” Chrissy cried.

“Especially to interdimensional bats,” Eddie said, stroking her hair, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

Nancy stared at the closed gate, an overwhelming feeling of closure taking over her. She could let Barb go. . .because Barb was gone, and the part of her that still remained wouldn’t be alone. There was a strong feeling of grief and sadness that slammed against her heart like the crashing of a wave against the rock. The feeling fell away, the water rushing back down into the ocean, and the water was calm, with only tiny ripples dancing across the surface. She felt Vickie’s and Robin’s arms wrap around her, making her realize that she had been crying heavily.

“We won,” Nancy whispered.

When the gate closed all the way, Hopper collapsed. Jane rushed to his side along with Joyce.

“Hop, what’s wrong?” Joyce asked. “Hop?”

Jane touched Hopper’s side, and her hand came away with blood. She gasped.

“You got shot! They shot you! The soldiers - ,” Jane cried.

“Back at the lab,” Hopper coughed, blood pooling around his mouth.

“No, you said that you were not hurt that badly. You said that they only grazed you,” Jane said, her lip trembling. “You lied.”

“I had to,” Hopper said. “To protect you.”

“No, no,” Jane sobbed. “You can’t die. I will not let you.”

“There’s not much you can do, kid,” Hopper said. “Even if you could restart my heart again. . .Too much blood.”

“Please,” Jane sobbed.

Terry sat down next to Jane and wrapped her arm around her, tears in her own eyes. Nancy stilled, watching the scene unfold before them. She had a lot of problems with Hopper, particularly with the way he handled the Hollands after Barb died, but like Owens, he tried to do the right thing. He fought beside them, fought to protect them all. At the end of the day, isn’t that what matters? Even with Murray, he fought with them, too. Jane was losing her father, who really did fight like hell to keep her safe all these years even when he didn’t always get it right.

“You kept her safe,” Terry whispered to Hopper. “Thank you.”

“Hop,” Joyce sobbed. “Don’t - ,”

“Don’t worry, Joyce, I’m thinking about Mexico,” Hopper said, and touched her face. “You and me on the beach...”

“We never went,” Joyce said.

“In my dreams, we did,” Hopper said. “Every night, I dream. . .and I'm dreaming. . .I'm dreaming of Mexico. . .of Sara. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Joyce said.

“You’re safe, kid,” Hopper said and touched Jane’s face. “You’re free. You can be anything. . .you’re free. Safe.”

“You don’t have to protect me anymore. You can rest,” Jane sobbed. “You can rest now. Tell Sara I said hi, and that – that I would have loved being her sister.”

Jane’s body shook as Hopper smiled. The light in his eyes started to go out, and his arm dropped.

“Jane,” he whispered, and he stopped breathing.