Dealer!Jonathan comforting Grieving!Steve Harrington.
{Set after all the events of Season 4.}
Steve was laid up against Eddieās van. The tire, more specifically. He was stoned off his ass, seeing stars. His blood shot eyes, glossy, fell to off to the side to look at Eddie. He was taking a piss off by a tree.
āEds.ā Steve called out, slurring Eddieās nickname. He started smacking his lips together softly. His mouth felt dry, like a desert. He felt like he could feel every crevice of his mouth.
āYeah, Harrington?ā Eddie zipped up his old black jeans and started walking back to the other. He tripped over a branch, which sent him stumbling against the van. This cause both the men to go into a fit of giggles.
āDo you have a bottle of water?ā He said between giggles, snorting now. He took a puff of his āPurple Palm Tree Delightā and dragged his eyes to look up at Eddie.
Eddie wasnāt there. It was like he disappeared into thin air. Steve giggled again and sagged his head. Eddie mustāve went to fetch him some water. He stomach started to feel heavy. He felt a lump swell up in his throat, so he stood up and ran off into the woods. Stumbled was more accurate. He got pretty far in and started to retch. His hand found purchase on a tree as he bent over and began to puke. He heard a faint noise in the distance. He chalked it up to animals running around or Eddie coming to find him. He stayed bent over, trying to get everything out of his system. Never mix kush, meds, and cheap beer. Noted.
It sounded like a young voice. Not too young though. Like.. a young man. Early 20s, like Steve.
The foot steps got closer. Steve slid down the tree, laying his head against the hard bark.
āEddie?ā Steve mumbled out, he could just make out the outline of someone though his foggy Vision.
āĖ. ą Ėāā¦Ė.Ėā¦āĖ ą§ .Ėā
Steve all but fell off the couch when he jolted awake. He looked around, frantic. His heart felt as if would explode. He had cold sweats. His breath was erratic and shaky. Eyes still blood shot.
āDude. Are you alright?ā
Jonathanās slightly lanky frame came into view. He sat a cup of brown warm looking liquid on the coffee table. He crouched down in front of Steveās shaking posture.
āWhereās Eddie?ā He breathed out, glancing around.
Jonathan went still.. his voice caught. His eyes saddened, unexplainable pain related from his to Steveās eyes.
āSteve. Heās still gone.ā Jonathanās hand reached out and laid his hand to on Steveās knee in comfort.
Steve froze and dropped his head into his hands. Right. The Upside Down. Vecna. The Bats. The accident. His death.
āI shouldnāt have let you have that stuff, Man.ā Jonathan mumbled, running a hand through his own shaggy hair. āI thought itād ease the pain, not send you into a depressive spiral.. that got you stumbling out in the woods.. puking your guts up⦠hallucinating Eddie.ā
Then, he noticed how Steveās frame was shaking. Choked sobs erupted from Steve closed lips. Tears dripped down his bare arms.. leave trails of wet pain in their wake.
He stood and pulled Steve into a tight hug. He felt Steve break into his arms. A single tears left Jonathanās eyes as he ran his hands through Steveās hair.
Heāll help Steve heal through this. He swore on his love for him that he would.
As Steve raised his head off Jonathanās shoulder, he saw Eddie.. He stood there waving, laughing. He dropped his head into Jonathanās shoulder letting another wave of tears hit him.
āI just want it to go away. Please Johnny.. make it go away.ā He mumbled, choking on his own sobs again.
āI wish I could. I really do..ā
They sat there, in one anotherās arms.
Jonathan wishing for Steve to heal. To be happy again.
Steve wishing Eddie would just leave him be.. or come back in the flesh. To see him one last time.
{Authorās Note: I wonder if I should make more parts. Maybe itās good as a sad one shot. Who knows?}