Chapter 1: Fox and Wolf
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June 7th, 1993
Her well worn white chucks scuff along the torrent streets of endless pavement. The pungent sewery smell of the city causes her to wrinkle her nose as she follows the fast paced movements of those around her as she passes each block. A million different sounds traverse around her, and she silently hates it. Someone who’s talking loudly into their personal communicator just about knocks her into the streets, and she casts them a steely stare. They, of course don’t pay no mind to her, and she rolled her eyes effortlessly as she awaits for the L.E.D red hand to turn into a white stick figure.
She despises New York city. And she has hated it since the moment she had to step foot into the bloated city. From the putrid stench that never seemed to fade, to the endless noise, and overcrowding, El could honestly pull her hair out. But, there was no other choice for her, and she sighed heavily at the thought as her rich amber eyes finally fell on the green sign that read: 15th avenue.
A puff of air escaped her nostrils, as she made a hasty left cut as she weaved her way through the sea of people before her. She shivered each time she had to make the briefest of contact with the people around her, it was too much for her, and that’s why she barely left her home, which is where she was currently heading for now.
“El!” a squeaky, yet soft voice caught her attention, and pulled El out of her reverie. A tight pull knotted in her stomach, and El moved off to the side, as she turned towards the owner of the voice.
El’s eyes flashed to the small creature that was tailing her. A small, brilliantly colored fox danced it’s way between the crowds of people before finally closing in on El. And once the creature was close enough, it pounced effortlessly and landed squarely on El’s shoulder. The weight was nothing El wasn’t used to, and she couldn’t help but give the small creature a quick smile, as she caressed it beneath it’s chin.
“You know we can’t be separated like that” the creature scolded her, El rolled her eyes teasingly as she turned and began to walk again.
“Veda, you worry too much” El scoffs as the feeling of her anima being so closely connected to her, makes El’s body warm, her nerves seem to melt away. She never liked being around too many people.
El casts her sight forward, as she continues to go deeper into the city, moving further away from the large skyscrapers that surrounded her. A feeling of safety slowly began to wash over her as the buildings started to become smaller, less cleaner. But, El didn’t care, she could feel her anxiety begin to lessen as she got closer and closer to her home.
Finally, El made a sharp turn to the right, walking down a dark alleyway. She eventually came to a stop in front of an old steel door that was once painted a bright red, but was now deeply scratched and covered in multiple layers of graffitti.
El lifted her hand and knocked out a secret code, however, she ended it with a swift kick to the door, the sound echoing through the alley. After waiting patiently for a couple of seconds, the steel door creaked open just a bit, and El slinked her small body through the hole.
“Geez, Shirley, sure did take you some time to get here,'' a disgruntled voice greeted her as she pulled her patched rucksack from across her shoulder, Veda maneuvering just so to avoid the strap, jumping down from El’s shoulder. El huffed, rolling her eyes as she made her way into the old abandoned warehouse that she called home.
A group of four young adults sit about gazing at El as she walks in. “Shut it Axel, you know it takes time and skill to get what we need” El throws the mohawked individual a look as she sets her semi-full pack onto the decrepit wooden table that sits in the middle of the warehouse, where the rest of her friends sit. A large grey pitbull, sits by his side and eyes her just as wairily as Axel does.
The rest of the gang members eye the bag greedily, as El dumps out the contents. Multiple cans of various food land loudly against the table as they roll this way and that.
“Don’t know how you’re so good at it” a woman with crazy colored hair admires her work with a nod, her Anima, a female scarlet macaw sits perched on her shoulder, “Yes, well done El” she squaks and El gives a small smile “You just have to take your time is all” El answers tiredly as she turns on her feet and begins to head towards her room, Veda tailing her.
“Not even going to say ‘hi’ to your sister upon your return?” another voice bounces off the walls around the warehouse. A smile pulls at El’s lips as she moves her head upwards to where she sees her ‘sister’ standing at the top of the stairwell.
Her black hair is flipped just perfectly to the side, as a large all black snake sits loosely wrapped around the girls neck. The snakes head lifts, it’s beady eyes meets El’s, and she can’t help but feel a shiver down her spine. Even though an Anima is a figment of a person’s soul, there’s something about the reptilian ones that cause El slight discomfort. It doesn’t help that her own sister’s happens to be a large ratsnake.
She inwardly tries to hold in her cringe, but she knows Veda, her own representation of her own soul struggles to do so. And El sighs as Kali slowly walks down the winding staircase, El’s eyes follow her movements until she is directly in front of her.
Kali gives her a wide grin, “Still frightened of Ros are you?” she teases as the snake slinks off of the girls neck and dances directly in front of El’s vision. El swallows nervously, she tries to feign interest, “You know I have a thing with reptiles” she attempts to pull her gaze away from the tantalizing snake, but fails to do so.
Ros flicks her tongue out at her, tickling El’s nose as she tries to not flinch away “You never had a problem with me before” Ros hisses, a hint of a smile playing on her scaly mouth, almost easing El’s anxiety.
“That was when you were a cute little bunny when we were little, I don’t get the whole snake thing now” El digresses as Ros finally pulls away.
Kali juts out her neck as she strokes Ros affectionately, “Anima’s change as a person does” she speaks to El as if she doesn’t know this, and El finds herself slightly annoyed as she lifts an eyebrow in challenge.
“You’d think I didn’t know that” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
“El, careful”, Veda’s voice rings through her head, and El softens slightly, really not wanting to get into a confrontation now with Kali. El silently thanks her partner and shakes her head.
“Look, it’s been a long day, I just want to turn in” El finally quips, her shoulder sagging as she does so. She peeks back up at Kali who nods and steps away from the bottom of the stairwell.
“As you wish, Jane” she says with a crooked grin and it takes everything in El to not bite back, but with a tight smile El bids the girl goodnight as she makes a beeline straight up the stairs, Veda quickly tailing behind her. She turns into her room, shutting the door behind her, releasing a breath she didn’t know she was holding.
Kali and her relationship had become tenser in the last handful of years. They were once very close to one another, but something had changed between them since arriving in NYC almost five years ago.
El shakes her head though, not wanting to go into those thoughts right now.
So, with a flick of her head the one light that hangs dimely in the center of her room turns on, as her back remains on the closed door.
She feels Veda rub up against her legs, “Everything okay?” the small fox looks up at her, both of their matching amber eyes meet and El feels the annoyance of what just occurred melt away.
She smiles at her partner, nodding slowly, “Yeah, I think so” she states as she bends to remove her chucks from her feet, placing them next to her door as she pads the rest of the way into her room.
It’s not much. But, to El it’s her one of her few places of solace that she has found over the years. Thankfully, when she and Kali had first arrived in NYC they had stumbled upon the decrepit mattress warehouse, and had eventually met the others of their gang. The best part of the warehouse was the fact that they all managed to have their own very comfortable mattresses.
El had elected for a queen for her room, seeming that it was just herself and Veda, who always curled up at the end of the bed.
Over the years El had acquired a numerous amount of random items that lay scattered about her room. Her most prized possession was her ten inch television that sat next to her bed, and the barely workable VHS player.
El swiped movies here and there to add to her collection during her outings, it was the one thing that always drew her to steal, even though it was the one thing she dreaded doing most in her life.
“What should we watch tonight?” El turned to her companion who was already curled up on her usual spot on the bed. Her mouth widen in a yawn, and El couldn’t help but do so in return.
“Hmm, whatever you want, I’m tired, and I know you are too” Veda spoke evenly to her. El huffed. It was the one thing about being able to talk to your own soul, it knew everything about you. Being connected in every way, Anima’s knew when their companion was sick, angry, sad, tired, anything that their human felt. So, it made hiding feelings nearly impossible.
Not that El minded much, it was nice having one thing in this world to be able to talk to, you truly were never alone.
However, as El turned to her quite decent movie collection, ignoring her Anima, her eyes flicked through her stack and landed on her favorite movie. She smiled as she pulled it from her stack.
El stared at the well worn VHS box as she murmurs the title to herself, “The Princess Bride” she sighs as she flicks on her television, removes the movie from the box, and places it into her VHS player.
El moves about her room as she sheds her heavy black jacket from her shoulders and prepares herself for bed. Dressing in an oversized Star Wars t-shirt she had swiped a couple years ago from a clothing store, and a pair of sleeping shorts. She swipes her hand through her slicked back hair, and grimaces, making a mental note that she will need to shower in the morning. But, the exhaustion of the day eventually takes over, so she tucks herself under her sheets, reaches forwards and gives sleeping Veda a quick goodnight pet, as she turns her attention towards her television set.
A sigh escaped her mouth as she watches the movie play out in front of her. She’s seen it a hundred times, but, for El, who had never experienced anything like what Buttercup and Westley share, it secretly makes her heart sing.
She can feel the longing, the wanting that stirs in her chest as she tries to imagine what it would be like to have someone like that by her side. Someone she can cuddle close to, feel their warmth, maybe even kiss. The thought causes El to shut her eyes, trying to imagine exactly how it would feel, and without even realizing it, she stumbles into sleep.
Everything is white. The floors, the ceiling, the walls, an endless abyss that is her life. It’s her everyday normal, she doesn’t know that there is anything more than what she already knows.
She has her own room that matches everything else. However, the one thing that sticks out in the room is her only companion. Her young Anima is curled up at the foot of her bed. A very tiny brown mouse is curled up and it makes her smile.
She sits in boredom, day after day, as she awaits her door to be open. Only leaving when he needs her.
Today is like no other, and as she sits curled up with fear, she can only imagine the torture that will come of today.
Eventually, she hears the locks becoming unlatched as two large men, also dressed in white approach her, stepping aside to let another man with frosty white hair to enter. But, he is dressed in black.
She feigns a smile when he approaches her, “Hello, Papa” she greets, and he gives her an icy smile in return.
“Good morning Eleven, it’s time for your tests” he says disdainfully, his own partner, a steely white weasel sits curled around his neck and El feels the pit in her stomach grow.
Years. For years, this had become her normal. It sickened her each day.
Before she could even speak, the man reached forward and grabbed her companion. El watched in horror as she felt the panic rise within her, within Veda. It was almost an unspoken truth about the world: no one should ever touch their companion. But, for El, it was almost the norm, she had begun to go numb when she felt Veda being held in the hand of her captor.
She knew better than to say anything as the man grabbed the squealing mouse. El’s eyes widened as she met her partners sad eyes. Both could feel the dark dreadeness that set in as he held tight to Veda. They both knew they couldn’t do anything, so Veda settled.
“Come, Eleven” Papa ordered and El stood, her hospital gown flowing against her knees as she rose to her feet and somberley followed. Her socked feet meeting the cold tiled floor.
The pain is agonizing, as she writhes against the cool floor beneath her.
“Stop! STOP IT!” she bellows, her screams reaching nobody’s ears as the immense shock wave hits her again and again.
Her breath is labored as the shocks do finally stop, as El tries to steady herself on the slick floor.
Beads of sweat trickle down her shaved head and move tepidly down her face. Her arms shake as she tries to push herself upwards. She barely stands to her feet as she casts a forlorn glance through the window to her left, where she can see Veda is panting as well. A man in white stands before her companion, a cattle prod held securely in his grasp.
El’s shoulders rise and fall heavily as she glared at the man who had been torturing her companion, herself. For, it was one thing for a human to feel pain, and for their Anima to feel that same pain as well. But, when an Anima got hurt, the pain for the human was tenfold.
She turned to the man who stood before her. The man glowered at her, “Now, Eleven, we’ve been over this before, you can do what I ask or-” and as he turns to look at Veda he nods to the man standing over her companion, he brings the cattle prod close.
“NO! No!” she turns back to the man before him, she reaches out her hands, pleading for him to stop.
He gives her a look. “Then, do what I ask” his voice drips with venom as he bows over her. Even at fifteen, El still feels small for her age, and even more so in the presence of this man. The man she has grown to loath.
“Okay...okay” her words dying against her lips, tears streaming down her face as she turns to her right, another window, however, she knows this one is two way. She can see through it, but the scared girl on the other side can’t.
“Alright Eleven, try it again, and this time-” he pauses and whispers into her ear, his breath against her, “Don’t go easy on number Eight,” he moves away and more tears stream out of Eleven’s eyes as she turns to face the girl who had become like a sister to her as they lived out their lives in their own living Hell.
She can see that Eight is shaking terribly. She’s tied to a chair, a cloth wrapped around her mouth, a small rabbit is held by restraints before her.
El can’t help but shiver as she raises her hand and aims her powers at the rabbit before her. It begins to squeal, and in retrospect, so does Eight.
The screams reverberate over and over again.
El shoots up from her bed like a rocket, she’s gasping for breath and in an instant, Veda is up and doing the same.
“El, are you okay?” she asks as she approaches her. El nods as she tries to calm her breathing, closing her eyes.
“It’s just a dream...it’s just a dream” she tries to settle herself, however, she knows the mantra is pointless because she knows the truth: her dream wasn’t just a made up story her mind wanted to contort, but it was an actual memory, one she’d like to forget, but never can.
Veda moves and nudges El’s hand and El welcomes her connection. Something about the reconnection always settling her.
“I’m right here” Veda coos to her, and El nods sighing as she settles back down.
“I just...I just want this to be over” El can feel the tears begin to prick at the corner of her eyes. And Veda moves to lick them away.
“It is over. We escaped the lab years ago” Veda tries to reassure El, who only nods, but there's something deep in her mind, something about the dream that silently haunts her.
‘What if it isn’t over?’ her inner mind speaks. And El can only cry as she allows her fears to overwhelm her. Veda her only source of comfort.
June 12th, 1993
He’s very late, and he’s pretty sure that his boss is going to ream him out the second he walks through the door. Or, more so run through the door because that’s what he’s currently doing right now as he tries to fasten his tie as he ungracefully tries to weave through the busy streets of NYC.
“Mike come on!” his Anima before him barks back at him as Mike desperately tries to keep up with his four legged companion.
“You’ve...got...four legs...Pitch!” Mike struggles to bite back at the midnight black wolf that is ten paces ahead of them. Mike can feel their connection ebbing, being too far apart always causing uncertainty and panic to well up within him.
So, Mike picks up his pace and tries to keep a shorter distance between them.
“Hey watch it!” a disgruntled man who Mike almost takes out with his briefcase yells at him as he sprints by. “Sorry!” Mike calls back to the man, but puts his attention forward.
Coming to a sudden halt as the next intersection between 16th and 15th avenue is blocked by a crowd of people waiting for the cross walk sign to turn white.
Finally catching up to his Anima, Mike can feel their connection stitch back together, and he feels the anxiety melt away. He takes a minute to catch his breath, bending over slightly.
Pitch looks to him, he almost smiles, “You’d think with those long legs of yours you’d be able to keep up” he taunts and Mike rolls his eyes.
“Just because I have long legs doesn’t mean I’m fast”.
Pitch scoffs, “Whatever you say”, and the moment the crosswalk light flashes white, he is off again.
Mike sighs as he once again streams a numerous amounts of apologies as he squeezes by other pedestrians.
Finally, a large grey building comes into view and Mike turns quickly towards it, Pitch right on his heels as they all but smash through the glass door.
Mike lets out a long breath as he collapses, placing his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath. He casts a forlorn glance at his watch which reads 7:58, he just barely made it with two minutes to spare.
“Mike, come on, elevator!” Pitch barks at him and Mike slumps as he races towards the elevator, which is quickly filling with other people. Mike slinks in with Pitch, his co-workers eyed him warily, but Mike pays no mind to them as he reaches forward and pushes the button labeled 11, and the elevator shoots upwards.
When the elevator pings at floor number 11, Mike exits as if he didn’t just race to work because his stupid alarm clock didn’t go off like it was supposed to. And literally awakening thirty minutes before he needed to get to work. He tried to air out his now very sweaty business jacket, all while trying to dampen down his already outrageous curly hair. But, he could never get the black mop of hair to settle down, so he figured it wouldn’t even matter.
Yet, he’s still trying to flatten it as he walks into the office, where his two of his three best friends stood, talking aimlessly as they wait for him.
When Mike enters the office, his friends look at him with knowing looks.
“What?” Mike tries to feign innocence as he sets his briefcase down at one of the spots available at the long wooden table.
Lucas rolls his eyes as his arms crossed in front of his chest. “You were almost late” he states.
The other man beside him nods his very curly hair, “Yeah Mike, what were you out partying or something?” he teases.
Mike scoffs, “No, Dustin, I’ve been up late working on this stupid proposal and I didn’t set my alarm”.
“Yeah, I had to wake him, nearly licked him to death” Pitch jumps in and both Dustin and Lucas laugh at him.
“That sounds just like how I have to wake Dustin every morning”, a gruff voice causes Mike to look up at Dustin’s Anima, a Spanish water dog, who has placed his front paws up on the desk.
“Dart, seriously!” Dustin pushes at his companion slightly as the two get into a playful push and shove competition.
“Come on you two, don’t you three have to get set up?” Lucas’s much more rational Anima jumps onto the table with ease eyeing the three of them.
“Nam’s right, let’s get this bad boy set up” Lucas says clapping his hands together as he reaches for Nam, a red panda Anima, who climbs effortlessly onto his shoulder.
And with some shuffling and slight bickering, the three friends eventually get their proposal set up, and no sooner do they complete it, does their boss walk through the door.
Mike spins on his feet to get a look at his boss. Mr. Curo is a large thick man, who tends to have a no-nonsense attitude, he is followed closely by his companion, Tuso, a very large warthog. The Anima’s stench alone could empty a room. But, Mike had become somewhat accustomed to the putrid stank. Pitch, not so much, as he tended to cower away to the furthest corner of the room to avoid the stench.
Mike, Lucas and Dustin had been working for him for almost two years now, and he had finally stopped referring to them as ‘hey you’, and had almost gotten their names down, but Mike still internally cringed each time he said-
“Mitchell, Luke, Dalton” Mr. Curo nods to the three of them, and Mike almost has to laugh. He’s definitely getting closer, but he still finds it a bit ridiculous he couldn’t get their names. But, with his very decent paycheck he received from the man, Mike chose not to complain.
“Mr. Curo” all three of them say together, bowing slightly as the man enters the room as he plops himself down on one of the available office chairs. The leather chair groans under his weight, but he forces it to tilt back as he eyes the three of them warily.
“Okay boys, let’s see what you’ve got” he nods to them, waiting for them to begin.
At this Mike steps forward, loading the start of his presentation as he points towards the screen before him.
“So, this is what we have in mind” Mike begins and it’s as if the rest of the world melts away.
It takes hours for Mike, Lucas and Dustin to explain their new product idea to Mr. Curo, who throws in his own remarks and questions along the way. All three of them jumping in at the correct times.
By the end, the work day is just about over, and Mike can feel his stomach growling with hunger. Mr. Curo was a well known figure, and this was why he didn’t cut any edges and made sure everything was as perfect as possible. If that meant taking hours upon hours to do so, then that’s what had to be done.
When all was said and done Mr. Curo nodded at the three of them. “Well, you boys definitely did some top notch work here. This new toy and product placement could be just what this company needs”.
Mike flicks his eyes to Lucas and Dustin who seem to be holding back their excitement. Months of hardwork and dedication had gone into this plan. All three of them had attended business college together. Little did they know they would all get hired at the same company. It was a large toy manufacturing company and one of the first endeavors the three of them had been given was to try to come up with something new. Something that wasn’t what every child had.
And for the three of them, who grew up with all the nerdiest toys and games possible, they seemed perfect for this job.
So, with a praise from Mr. Curo, it was like all their hard work had finally paid off.
“I really like where you were going with this” he nods his head once again. And at this Mike lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“But-” and this is where Mike internally cringed, he really didn’t like that word.
“There’s something missing” he taps his large finger on his chin. “You’ve got the standpoint, a direction to go and a promoting factor”.
“But?” Dustin speaks, not being left on the edge. Mr. Curo raises and eyebrow at the three of them.
“But, you need more depth, more angle, you boys are almost there. I’ll give you another week and I’m sure you’ll get it figured out by them” he gives them a bright smile, and Mike’s pretty sure his mouth drops open to the floor in shock.
Mr. Curo looks at his wrist watch, “Well, look at the time, I’ve got to go, same time next week gentlemen?” he gives them all a look and the three of them barely manage to nod.
“Good!” Mr. Curo chirps as he heads out of the conference room, Tuso following close by. The second the elevator doors shut, Dustin turns to Mike and Lucas.
“You’ve got to be shitting me!” he cries out in desperation flopping down onto the table before him. Mike flumps into another seat, feeling exactly the same way.
“What the hell guys, this is crazy” Lucas groans into his hands.
“This first design took us months. Months!” Dustin stresses. “Now he expects us to have a new angle by a week!?”
Mike sighs and ruffles his disheveled hair. He’s completely frustrated by the turn of events, and he’s not really sure what to do. But, Mr. Curo had liked their idea, he just wanted more, so that’s what they’re going to have to give him.
So, with bated breath, Mike stands and turns to his friends. “We’re just going to have to stay and plan things out” he sighs, Lucas and Dustin give him incredulous looks.
“Dude, I’ve got to meet up with Max. We’re supposed to be checking out a venue” Lucas stresses.
Mike nods at this. Max was their fiery redheaded friend that they had met in their college days and was currently Lucas’s fiance. She and Lucas hadn’t hit it off immediately, but within a couple months things changed between them and they were almost inseparable. She, like Lucas, had an Anima in the form of a red panda. Mike had always had some jealous towards them because they were soulmates.
Nobody knew why, but for some reason when soulmates met, their Anima’s would take their forever form. For, since Mike had known Lucas since childhood, he had watched his friend’s Anima change multiple times, just as Pitch had.
When Lucas met Max, his Anima had taken the form of a large black panther. While hers was a brilliant red tabby. However, the more time they spent together, their Anima’s eventually settled on their form of a red panda.
Honestly, no one really knew why it happened, or how to tell if someone is your soulmate. Because Mike remembers one day Max and Lucas’s Anima’s had been their usual forms, and the next day they had settled. Truthfully, it had surprised them as well.
But, when Mike saw the two together, he could see how different they were, yet how they uniquely balanced each other out. It was pretty rare to see a couple who had matching Anima’s. And most didn’t really seem to care that their Anima’s didn’t settle, that truthfully they weren’t soulmates.
It was a truth that many lived with and were okay with. For Mike, it was something he truly wanted. He didn’t want some frivolous relationships that didn’t mean anything. The guys had always ragged on him that he had to get to know someone before their Anima’s would settle anyways, so why not get out there?
He had tried going out on a couple of dates, to pacify his friends, but they never went past the first one. He never felt that connection he was looking for, the one that would be there when he knew he found his true soulmate. And if that meant looking forever, then so be it.
Shaking his head from his thoughts, Mike nods to his friend, “It’s okay Lucas, Dustin and I will start and we will catch up tomorrow”.
Lucas seems relieved by Mike’s statement, while Dustin falters. “Why does he get to leave?” he whines, and Mike sees Dart pull the same sad, pathetic face.
Mike rolls his eyes, “It’s just for tonight, we have to come up with something” he stresses. Dustin sighs and slumps his shoulders.
“Fine. But we need sustenance first!” he all but yells as he heads to his bag and ruffles for his wallet and heads to the door, right behind Lucas.
“Where are you going?” Mike asks dejectedly and Dustin wiggles his wallet in the air, “Going to get us some food, be right back!” he yells over his shoulder as Mike watches both of his friends go, shaking his head.
“Well, that went well” Pitch states looking up at him, Mike huffs at him as he turns to settle into his seat, looking over their proposal one last time before running a hand through his hair. “It’s going to be a long night”.
June 12th, 1993
El can’t seem to shake the feeling that has settled like a pit in her stomach after her vivid dream the other night. She feels as if she’s on edge no matter where she is. Whether she’s tucked safely in her room, or out roaming the streets, there’s a small nagging that sits in the back of her mind, and it won’t go away.
She eventually decides to approach Kali about the situation. But, as always she merely scoffs at El’s fears.
“Jane, we escaped the lab six years ago” Kali stresses to her as she lazes about in one of the chairs. Funshine and Mick sit beside her, each smoking a cigarette.
El rolls her eyes at her, “I’ve told you not to call me Jane”.
Kali eyes her, “It’s what your mother called you”, her voice is cool, El tightens her stare. “I don’t care, I go by El” she states firmly, folding her arms over her chest.
The older girl rolls her eyes at her, “Whatever, but either way, there’s no one looking for us, how would Brenner have even found us? We ran away from Indiana, now we’re here” she states firmly.
El lets out a breath, “You know he’ll never stop looking for us” her voice is firm.
Kali shakes her head, rising from her seat as she begins to remove Ros from around her neck and sets her onto the table. She moves around the object and comes to stand before El, their eyes meeting.
Even though El was a couple years younger than Kali, she was still a half inch taller, which El was secretly happy about.
The woman before El fixed her with a steely look as she points a dirty finger into her face, “Nothing...is going...to happen” she wags her finger in the middle of El’s face. But El doesn’t focus on the finger, instead she doesn’t take her eyes off of Kali’s.
El smacks Kali’s hand away from her face and moves past her, heading towards her room.
“What are you going to do, run away!?” Kali yells to El’s retreating form, who half hears her, all she wants to do is curl up in her room and wished she had a normal life. A life where she wasn’t raised in a lab, where she wasn’t used like some weapon, one where she had actual friends. Love, her heart whispered, but she pushed that deep down.
For now, El slammed her room shut with a wave of her hand, her powers allowing for a much more residual ‘THUD’ that echoed throughout the warehouse. El’s back to the door, she slid down the metal object and tucked her knees up to her chest and allowed the tears to come.
Eventually Veda’s soft voice broke through her sadness, “El”, her companion whispered. And when El looked up to see Veda, she could see the tears sparkling in her eyes as well. So, El dropped her knees and held out her arms, Veda pouncing into her embrace immediately, as they both comforted one another, trying to forget the sadness that enveloped them.
Night had eventually settled through the warehouse and El had tucked herself into her bed, falling asleep once again to watch another one of her favorite movies, ‘Star Wars’. She never understood her fascination by the movies, but she loved to watch them anyways.
After spending a couple of hours curled into a ball and trying to contain her tears, sleep eventually took her. She hoped far away from the things around her. But, she had not expected to be awaken by Veda forecefully pawing at her.
“El, El, wake-up, NOW!” her small companion cried, and El, her eyes heavy with sleep rose slowly from her bed. “Veda, what’s going on?” she said through half closed eyes.
“Shh, listen,” she said, as her radar like ears flicked this way and that.
El wasn’t sure if it was because her Anima had taken the form of a fox, but for some reason, just like Veda, El’s hearing was much more adept than an average human. So, closing her eyes, El listened and that’s when she heard the screams echoing through the warehouse.
The hair on El’s neck stood on edge, she moved her head quickly to Veda, “We need to go, NOW!” she yelled as she managed to grab her rucksack as she began to move around her room as she began to stuff her worn bag with a handful of clothes. She knew she needed to only take the necessities, but something wouldn’t let her leave without snagging her copy of ‘The Princess Bride’ from her nearby night stand.
“Come on” she whispered hastily as she ducked down by her door and slowly opened it using her powers.
She slowly poked her head out from the space and looked about, it was very dark in the warehouse, and El couldn’t see anything. So, timidly she tiptoed out from around the door, she peeked down and around the staircase. But, just as she does so, a hand goes across her mouth.
El wants to scream, but she immediately sees that it’s Kali, and she’s giving her a look. Even though El’s heart is pounding against her ribcage, she relaxes slightly.
“What was that screaming?” El whispered and Kali shook her head, “Don’t know, but it sounded like Dottie”.
El nods in agreement. Kali begins to move towards the staircase, the only way out of the warehouse and El follows slowly.
Each sound that echoes makes them look this way and that. They finally make it down the stairs, when out of the corner of her eye, El sees something flash. She’s not sure what it is, but it makes her yell out, “GET DOWN!” as she grabs onto Kali and pulls her down.
And no sooner did they duck, does the sound of bullets fill the warehouse.
“It’s them, I TOLD you!” El cries as she and Kali begins to move. “Where is everyone else?” El cries and Kali shakes her head. “I don’t know, they sleep on the bottom floor maybe they-” Kali freezes the moment they exit the warehouse, because to El’s utter shock, they’re surrounded by multiple men, all pointing guns at them.
“Freeze!” one of them yells.
El’s pretty sure her stomach sinks at this moment. “No”, her heart whimpers, and that’s when Kali steps in front of her. El turns to look at her, “Kali” El whispers but the girl shakes her head, “Get out of here, I’ll hold them off,” she says a determined look on her face.
El places her hand on Kali’s shoulder, “No...no, I can help, I can-” but then Kali looks at her square in the face and she gives her a tender smile, “I need to help the others, you need to be kept safe, one of us does” she pleads.
She feels herself shaking her head at Kali’s words, “No...Kali” she can feel the tears prickling at the corner of her eyes.
“We’ve got you surrounded!” one of the gunman cries as the guns are all pointed at them.
El watches as Kali concentrates, she’s not sure what’s she’s making the gunman see, but all of their heads go upwards, looking high above them. Some of them shooting off their guns.
“RUN!” Kali yells at her, and even though El wants to stay, wants to help fight, she knows she can’t. So, with one last look at her sister, El moves away and takes off on a run, Veda at her heels.
El’s not sure what time it is, but the streets are nearly bare, but that doesn’t stop her from running with all her might. She hears more gunshots and her tears fall quickly, trailing behind her as she runs.
“Come on El!” Veda cries as her small four legs carry her as if she’s flying.
El swallows her tears and doesn’t stop, she barely looks to cross the intersection, knowing that she just needs to get out of there. Away from the bad men.
She can’t help but take a sparing look over her shoulder, a bit of relief rushes through her as she doesn’t see anyone coming after her. But, it causes her to not pay attention to what’s ahead of her.
And just as she’s turning to face forward again, she knocks into something, hard, she has no idea what it is, but she knocks into it forcefully. A swirl of emotions hit her as she catapults over the object and lands roughly onto the pavement.
Someone cries out, a howl echoed through the night, and a shooting pain rises up through El’s leg, she can’t move.
Mike rubs at his tired eyes as the light from a nearby lamp flickers slightly. He turns to gaze at the lamp and sees the clock that lingers above it.
12:38, he reads and he sighs pushing himself away from the table and the scattered papers that litter it. Dustin and Dart had left nearly two hours ago, he had encouraged Mike to do so as well, but Mike felt that he needed to make sure their new idea was more concrete than the last.
He’d rather spend one entire night thinking it over than trying to spend days ailing over it. So, Mike elected to stay, and he felt more comfortable with what he and Dustin had come up with. He could feel his eyes drooping, trying to stay awake.
He turned his head over to Pitch, who was curled up in a tight ball, snoring slightly.
Mike lets out a puff of air, chuckling at his companion. “He’s got the right idea” Mike mutters under his breath.
So, reluctantly, and with his bed calling out to him three blocks away, Mike packs up all of his papers and shuffles them into his brief case. Once he has it closed he turns back to Pitch, “Hey, sleeping beauty, let’s go”.
And as if on command, Pitch raises his head quickly, their matching dark eyes meet one another. Pitch lets out a long yawn as he rises to his feet and stretches out his front paws, “Finally, thought you were going to pull an all nighter” he says sleepily.
Mike rolls his eyes, “Yeah, I thought so too, but I can barely keep my eyes open, let’s head home”.
Pitch merely nods and follows Mike obediently out from the office door as they head to the elevator. Mike presses the button for the ground floor and the machine comes to life.
Mike lets out a breath of relief as they step out of the elevator and head towards the door. He can see through the glass windows that the streets seem pretty bare, which isn’t a surprise, but he’s silently happy, not enjoying the usual hustle and bustle that is NYC.
What Mike doesn’t expect though is that the second he pushes open the glass door, allowing Pitch to exit first is to hear a peculiar noise that sounds like popping. Mike steps outside the door, freezing, listening to the noise.
But, as Pitch continues forward, Mike doesn’t even register someone who’s barreling down the street.
Mike barely has time to register what happens when, quite quickly, he feels a jolt of panic rise through him. He flicks his head quickly to Pitch, but as he does so, a figure just about steamrolls into his companion.
The wind was knocked out of him in an instant as he crumples to the concrete beneath him, his briefcase skittering out of his grasp. He hears someone cry out and land roughly, and, he can feel a deep pain resonating from Pitch.
It wasn’t something that happened often. But, Mike like the rest of the population knew that the pain an Anima experienced, was experienced ten times that by their human. And even though Mike believes that the figure didn’t knock into Pitch too harshly, it still hurt like hell.
Mike looks over to Pitch who is laying on the pavement, and he can feel his companion trying to catch his breath in which Mike was currently trying to do as well.
After a moment he hastily stands to his feet and makes his way over to Pitch, he places a gentle hand on his dark fur. “You okay?” he asks and Pitch nods, “Yeah, nothing worse than wear” he almost chuckles and then turns his head, in which Mike follows.
Both of their eyes land on the figure who is about ten feet away, Mike can see that they are writing in pain.
“Go see if they’re okay” Pitch turns his head to look Mike directly in his eye, Mike has to laugh because that was exactly what he was planning on doing, but was hesitant. Pitch always knew this and was his voice of reassurance.
So, with shaky legs Mike lifts himself from his kneeling position and makes his way over to the figure. His pain slowly fading.
He makes his way over to the figure and bends down, they’re trying to sit up, but they cry out in pain.
Mike reaches a gentle hand out and places it on the person’s shoulder. The person nearly jumped out of their skin when they realize he is behind them.
They, or should he say she, cries out in pain as she reaches down to her leg.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay I’m not going to hurt you” Mike tries to sympathize with the very scared woman in front of him.
The woman hesitantly looks at him, in the dim glow of the streetlights he can see tears streaming down her face, and his heart breaks.
She turns away hastily, and Mike looks down at her leg, he can’t help but grimace.
He can see that her black jeans are torn, and there’s blood stains starting to appear. He huffs moving towards her, she flinches again.
“No” she says, sniffling. And then he notices a growling beside him. He turns and sees the girls Anima, a beautiful fox, who although isn’t bleeding like the girl, is limping with the same leg as the girls that is injured.
Mike knows this happens sometimes. It seemed that when a human got hurt, their Anima would feel the same pain as them and sometimes exhibit similar pain. Where, when an Anima was hurt, it was quite different.
“Stay away!” the Anima growled at him, and Mike held up his hands in defense.
“I’m not going to hurt either of you, but she’s definitely hurt and in a lot of pain” Mike says gesturing to the girl. “Let me call an ambulance or-”
“NO!” both the girl and Anima growl at him and Mike’s more confused than ever.
Then, a pregnant silence falls upon them, but it doesn’t last long as another stream of popping is heard.
Mike turns his head towards the sound, slightly confused.
And then, he hears shuffling behind him. He spins on his feet and sees the panic in the girls eyes as she desperately tries to stand, her small little Anima trying desperately to help, but she’s failing to.
“We need to go” she tries to get to her feet, but Mike can see that her leg is nowhere near useful.
So, Mike hurries to the girls side once again. And she flinches when he reaches out towards him, he huffs, “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, or why you’re so scared, but I’m just trying to help, I’m not going to hurt you” he pleads to the girl.
He can see her slicked back hair is starting to fall from it’s held place as it sticks to her sweaty face. And then, their eyes meet, and even in the dim glow of light around them, Mike can’t help but be mesmerized by the amber glow they have.
And, there’s almost something there, and Mike tries to show her that he’s someone who’s safe.
She hesitates, but another loud popping noise comes from behind them. She huffs, “Okay” she says and Mike relaxes.
He moves, bending down to the girls side as he gently reaches for her right arm, tossing it over his shoulder, while he uses his left arm to wrap it gingerly around her waist. He then hoists her from the ground with all his might.
She lets out a muffled scream.
“Sorry, sorry, I know it’s going to hurt” he tries to reassure the girl as he adjusts her so that he can bare the brunt of the weight between them.
He turns, “I’m taking you to the hospital it’s-” he starts but the girl frantically shakes her head, “No...no hospital” her breath is tight.
Mike sighs, ‘Then where’s he supposed to bring her?!’ he thinks to himself, and that’s when Pitch arrives at his side.
He looks down at his companion, and the wolf look him directly in the eyes as he does so. Mike knows exactly what he’s thinking and he huffs.
“Mike, we have to” Pitch states firmly.
And even though Mike wants to protest, he knows his Anima is right. So with a sigh he turns his head towards the girl.
“Okay, no hospital. My apartment is three blocks away, I’ll bring you there” he states firmly, getting ready to not take ‘no’ for an answer.
He can feel the girl tense beside him, but then she looks down at her Anima. And as if they have their own private conversation as well. The girl softens in his grasp.
“Okay” she whispers and Mike lets out a breath of relief.
He adjusts them slightly, “Alright then, this isn’t going to be easy, but we’ll take it slow”.
The girl only nods, he can see the pain etched across her face, and his heart breaks for her.
He starts to move, Pitch right by his side, they only make it a couple paces, when the girl yelps, “Wait, stop!” and she turns her head slightly, and Mike follows her motion.
His eyes fall on her Anima, who is limping, and isn’t making any progress in walking. Mike immediately turns to Pitch, who is already on it he stoops low, “Here, climb on” he says gesturing to his back.
The foxes eyes go wide, and this didn’t surprise Mike in the slightest. When Anima’s touched, a connection forms between them. The only problem is, no one knows if the connection will be good or bad. So, most Anima’s kept their distances from one another, just as humans try to keep their distance from other people’s Anima’s.
Mike can feel the girl he’s holding up shudder lightly, and he gets it, Pitch has never touched another Anima before, other than his sisters and parents, but that’s different. This girl is a total stranger, he has no idea what could happen.
And before the fox can say anything, Pitch makes the decision and moves his large muzzle and grabs ahold of the foxes scruff gently and places her behind his back.
An intense feeling surges through him, it’s something he’s never experienced before. And he’s pretty sure the girl feels it too. It’s indescribable, the feeling that overwhelms him. It’s almost as if he can sense the girls emotions.
There’s fear, dancing with sadness and uncertainty. But, what catches him, is that there’s something buried deep beneath, an inviting warmth, almost like a moth drawn to a flame.
However, Mike feels like the moth as he for some reason has a new urge to get closer to this girl. But then she looks at him and their eyes meet. He’s not sure if she’s feeling exactly what he is, but he can see a blush forming on her soft cheeks.
She’s a stranger, he reminds himself. So, while placing these new feelings aside he shifts once again.
“Alright, let’s get moving” and without another spoken breath between any of them. Mike teeters forward and heads towards his apartment.
Chapter 2: A Connection
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Chapter Text
June 13th, 1993
He has no idea what’s gotten into him. His breath comes in quick and ragged as he supports most of the girl's weight who hangs loosely off to his side.
They’ve managed to hobble two blocks, with only one to go, but for Mike it feels like an eternity. He can hear the girl's sharp intake of breath as they gingerly make their way to his apartment.
As discreetly as he can, Mike tries to observe the girl from out of the corner of his eye. But, he finds this incredibly challenging when his mop of black hair falls sweatily in his face, and he can see that hers is doing the same.
He just barely catches her wincing as they step off the curb as they approach 11th street.
“Almost there” he tries to encourage the girl, who doesn’t respond to his gentle coaxing. Not that he blames her. For, ever since Pitch had placed the girl’s Anima on him, he can feel the anxiety and fear that swirls within her. It’s incredibly powerful the emotions he feels as they remain connected.
Weirdly enough though, it doesn’t bother him. Of course, it’s almost near impossible to not go your whole life and not touch another person’s Anima. It usually happens by accident. But, those times where you are connected to a person, a random stranger, you never know what you may get, so it’s best to be avoided at all cost.
But now, as the fox Anima lay purely connected to his own soul, there’s something there that keeps stirring, and it entices him to probe further. Yet, he keeps that feeling holed up inside himself, because he knows it’s wrong, and right now he should be focusing on getting this poor girl to safety and being taken care of.
A pit sinks into his stomach at this thought. He knows Pitch can feel his hesitancy because he can feel the wolf’s dark eyes keep flicking over to him, but for some reason, he feels like he can trust the girl. Even though he didn’t even know her name.
Finally, the large apartment complex finally comes into view and Mike inwardly sighs in relief. He brings them to a slow as he adjusts his grip around the girl, settling his arm around her waist instead. Her eyes immediately flick to his and they meet once again.
He can feel it, and he’s pretty sure she can too. But, another wisp of pain encroaches on her face, and he knows it’s something he’ll have to ask about later.
“Alright. This is it, we’re almost there” he tells the girl and she merely nods, her breaths coming quicker and tighter.
Mike moves towards the lobby door, and pushes it open, allowing for Pitch to go first as he just about stumbles through trying to support the girl. He stops short and looks over to the front desk where the night manager usually sits.
Mike sighs in relief to see that he’s not there, so he sucks in a lung full of air and powers forward towards the elevator. The girl let out a soft groan, and he mumbled a hasty apology.
He punches at the elevator button much more than necessary, but truthfully he doesn’t want anyone to see him. He has met a good chunk of his neighbors, and it would look incredibly weird for Mike to not only be bringing home a girl, but one who was fairly hurt as well.
Finally, the elevator dings and Mike steps inside, Pitch following in turn. He reaches forward and pushes floor 15, and within moments they’re off.
The girl seems to take this moment to lean even more heavily into his side, and Mike can’t help but blush at the contact. He’s never been this close to a woman in his life and it’s an interesting experience to say the least.
Pitch raises an eyebrow at him and Mike rolls his eyes.
The elevator finally pings at the 15th floor and Mike hobbles out with the girl. He’s very thankful at this moment that his door is only three down as he approaches it.
Not very smoothly Mike fishes for his key in his now bloodstained jacket. And once it’s finally retrieved he opens up his apartment door and flicks on the lights.
He’s pretty sure all of them blink in the new brightness. Mike hurries over to his worn clothed couch where he finally settles the girl onto the cushions.
She winces and lets out a strangled breath as she leans back, her body contorting from pain.
“Easy, easy, it’s going to be okay” Mike reaches out and touches the girl's arm. She slowly opens her eyes and she meets his. It’s then that he notices he can’t feel her emotions anymore and turns to see that Pitch has placed the fox on his nearby loveseat. The second Pitch moves away, it’s almost like a warmth disappears inside him. He almost wants to tell Pitch to stay by her side, to do something to feel that connection again.
But, he bites his tongue and turns back to the girl. She hasn’t stopped looking at him.
Even though their souls aren’t connected, he can see the fear and uncertainty written across her face. She’s in pain, and she’s in a stranger's house.
Mike huffs reaching out to the girl again. She flinches slightly at the touch, but she allows him to keep his hand there.
“I’ll be right back, let me go grab some supplies” he says as earnestly as possible. It takes her a moment but the girl nods.
Mike smiles in relief as he stands and moves towards his bedroom and bathroom where he knows his medkit lies. Pitch is hot on his heels.
Even though he knows exactly where his medkit is. He stops in the middle of the bathroom and allows himself to stare at his reflection in the mirror.
His hair is a wild curly mess, even more so than usual, he’s got some dirt and blood caked onto his face and his suit is a complete mess. But, what also meets him is his eyes, he can feel the fear start to build within him.
Pitch nudges him with his wet nose, “We have to do it Mike” he starts, and Mike doesn’t look at him.
He knows what his companion says is true, but just as the fear he felt from the girl, he feels it himself.
“What if...what if she tells someone…” His voice is flat.
Pitch huffs, “Then we’ll move” he states plainly and Mike whips his head to look at the wolf who only has a teasing half smile played out on the wolf’s lips.
“But...I don’t think we’ll have to worry…I know you felt it too”, Pitch looks at him knowingly.
Mike nods at this. He did, he had felt it. Something familiar stirred within the girl that stirs within himself and he feels like he needs to make sure she’s okay.
So, Mike bends down and fishes out his medkit, a washcloth and a container that he fills with water. With one last look at Pitch, they both nod to one another and head back out into the living room.
She’s in excruciating pain. Not that she’s ever not felt overwhelming pain in her life, no, she was no stranger to it, but this was different. This was the type of pain that only occured when you got physically hurt, something that doesn't often happen to her.
Her entire leg was on fire, but her knee was also throbbing. It was almost an impossible task to walk the three blocks that she did in her condition, but there was something there that she had never experienced before in her life: support.
The moment she realized that she had been rendered helpless when she landed on the pavement and attempted to get up and continue to run was one of the most terrifying moments of her life. What scared her even more was the man and his Anima she had tripped over.
She had never met someone who was so willing to help her, a complete stranger.
Even though she widely protessed, she knew she was being stupid, she couldn’t move, and neither could Veda. When she finally got a good look at the man, she saw a spark that glittered in his eyes. It was warm and inviting, safe.
She knew she had to get out of the streets, especially when the gunfire could still be heard only a couple blocks away, so grudgingly she accepted the help of the stranger.
It was one thing to be so close to someone, but a male, this experience was foreign to El. The feeling was somewhat awkward and clumsy. But, everything changed the moment his Anima touched Veda.
It was like lightning rippled through her, and she could feel him in every depth possible. His warmth, his kindness, his caring heart, it was all there, written plainly across his soul. And she couldn’t believe what she felt, it overwhelmed her and she almost forgot about her pain.
Then, he looked at her. Even in the darkness that surrounded them, she could see their dark depths, but the warmness that they evoked. She’s pretty sure that she was blushing, and turned away hastily, the pain quickly returning.
They then spent the next span of time hobbling as they held onto each other. She more so used him for as much support as possible, as she tried to not pass out from the pain.
Through the small hazes of pain she tried to focus on the feelings that swirled in the man beside her. The awkwardness that he admitted almost made her laugh, she could see the insecurity that bubbled within him. And for some reason, it made him endearing.
She could feel his sensitivity as well, his determination and loyalty. It almost eased her.
When they finally made it to his apartment complex. She took the elevator ride as a way to lean into him more. One, out of sheer tiredness and pain, two, she wanted to see if the closer she got, the more she would feel from him.
But, it was short lived as they once again moved forward and made their way into his apartment.
The bright light caused her to wince as the man guided her to his couch. He laid her down with gentleness as if she were made of glass. She flinched slightly at his touch, but only because most touch she was used to was connected to pain.
However, the man’s eyes were soft, warm and inviting, so she allowed him to remain close to her. And then, she felt their connection slowly diminish and she watched as the man turned his head, and she followed his gaze.
His beautiful black wolf Anima, had gently laid Veda on the other nearby couch. And she silently wished for them to remain connected.
The man however, turned back to her and gave her a soft smile. He told her he would be back shortly. So, she gave him a curt nod and watched him retreat to a nearby room.
Her chest rose and fell quickly as she tried to breath through the pain, but it wasn’t really working. She looked over to Veda who returned her soft look.
El closed her eyes, wishing for the pain to subside, she didn’t even want to look at it, knowing it was probably pretty bad.
Thankfully though, the man finally returned to the room. She opened her eyes when she heard his footsteps against his wooden floor. She could see that he was carrying a slew of supplies, she sat up, but he quickly moved towards her.
“Hey, easy, you’re going to want to lay back. You’ve lost some blood, so you might be dizzy” he explained.
She sighed and nodded as he bent down and moved towards her injured leg. He began to reach towards her bloodied and torn jeans when his hands stopped, he cast a look in her direction.
“Is it okay if I..uhm...if I touch you?” he questions, and the second it stumbles from his mouth El watches his cheeks flame instantly, and she can see the smattering of freckles that decorate his cheeks stand out against his fair skin. ‘Cute’ her brain thinks immediately, and she’s pretty sure she’s blushing now too, understanding his poor choice of words and the possible double entendre behind them.
He starts waving his hands wildly and she feels a small smile turning up in the corner of her mouth, “No, no, that’s not what I meant!” he tries to save himself.
“I meant, uhm...you know can I...roll up your pant legs and uh...geez” he shakes his head at his ramblings, and El can’t help but giggle.
The sound catches the man as he looks back at her shyly, “It’s okay” she says her throat dry, “I get what you mean” she smiles at him.
The man’s shoulders relaxed in relief as he gave her a small smile in return. He nods “Okay” he says simply as he reaches forward and pulls at her right pant leg.
“Gah!” she cries out, sitting up unexpectedly clenching her teeth together as the man quickly pulls his hands away.
“I’m sorry, your pants are tight, I might have to cut them open, is that okay?” he looks at her with his rich brown eyes and El feels herself melting slightly.
She only nods.
The man swallows as he moves to his medkit and she can hear him shuffling around. He turns back to her leg, scissors clenched in his hand.
With the lightest of touch, the man begins to cut away at her jeans. He moves them slowly up her leg, ending at the base of her thigh, and it’s then El’s eyes go wide.
The blood is dark and thick, as it continues to leak from the gash that splits her knee cap almost in half. She’s pretty sure she should have fainted at the sight, but she feels like she’s too stunned to do so.
“Holy shit!” the man grumbles as he begins to blot at the gash on her knee, trying to absorb the blood.
El groans, “That doesn’t look good” she simpers.
The man nods, “No. It really doesn’t” he agrees and El flops back down onto the pillow behind her.
“This is going to need stitches,” the man says a couple moments later and El rises again.
“What!?” she cries, and their eyes meet again.
“I’m sorry...but, it’s really bad,” he says as he continues to blot at the cut as she winces once again at the pain.
El shakes her head, “No...I can’t...I can’t go to the hospital, they’ll-” but she stops short, the man looking at her with a raised brow.
The tears well in her eyes, and she’s so overwhelmed she doesn’t know what to do. So, she lets them spill as she tries to hide behind her hands.
“El!” she hears Veda cry from across the couch as she whimpers softly.
“El” she hears again, although not from her Anima, but from a male’s voice.
She slowly pulls her hands away from her eyes and her eyes meet the man who has moved so that he’s now kneeling before her, he’s very close.
El notices a soft smile playing across his lips, “El” he says again, “Is that your name?” he questions.
El takes in a deep breath and nods. The man nods his head again, “Well, El, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Mike” he holds out a hand, an offering El is not used to.
“Mike” she tests the words out on her tongue, and she loves the way it flows freely and effortlessly from her. Gingerly she reaches forward and takes his hand in hers.
Again, a deep pull, and she meets his eyes yet again. There’s something that stirs within them, a bright light she has always searched for. It’s trusting and reassuring.
Her small hand feels petite to his large one, but it’s comforting.
Mike looks at her. He sighs heavily and then turns to look at his Anima, “Pitch, I don’t think we have another option,” he says.
El’s eyes widen at this, ‘What does he mean by that?’, her brain asks quickly. She’s not sure why, but when Mike turns back to her, he’s smiling, but she can see some hesitancy there as well. They're still holding hands.
His large thumb strokes against her soft skin, she gasps slightly at the sensation.
He looks her square in the eyes. “I’m going to trust you” he starts and El quirks her eyebrow at him.
She can’t help but spit out, “What?” feeling very confused, shouldn’t she be saying that to him?
He gives her a timid look, not really meeting her eyes.
“I’m...I’m going to do something, and it’s going to be kind of weird, but…” he turns away and shakes his head.
He lets out a huff of breath, and looks at her again, “But...there’s something that tells me I can trust you. You can’t tell anyone about this...okay?” he gives her a questioning look.
She really doesn’t understand what’s going on, or why Mike is acting so weird all of a sudden. El could tell by the way Mike was twitchy and hesitant that he was about to share something with her that was secret. And boy did she know about secrets.
But, she could tell that he wanted to help, that he had a way to do so, but it wasn’t something that was normal.
So, she squeezed his hand, their gazes locked, and she nodded, “I promise to keep your secret Mike”.
His face drops and he gives her a wistful look, before nodding, “Promise”.
And then, he lets go of her hand and motions with his hand for his Anima to come beside him, which he does.
El watches in fascination as the wolf leans against Mike, as if offering a gentle nudge of encouragement. But, it’s when Mike reaches forward and places his hands on El’s knee, does she understand.
A warmth surges through her as Mike’s hands glow almost white hot, as he shuts his eyes and focuses.
A flash of pain rushes through El and she cries out. But, Mike doesn’t stop.
“Auggh!” El cries out and she can feel Veda cowering in pain as well.
The sensation under Mike’s hand begins to change, her skin feels tight as almost if it pulls together. Her knee continues to throb as the glow beneath Mike’s hand only gets brighter.
She’s about to scream for him to stop whatever he’s doing when a wash of coolness sweeps over her knee. And then, the pain subsides.
Granted, it still hurts, but not like it had just seconds ago. El’s eyes widen as she looks over to Mike who slumps back, breathing heavily. His Anima doing the same.
El bends forward and looks at her knee. The gash is miracuously gone. Almost like magic.
She’s baffled and only gapes in shock as she tentatively runs her hands over the now smooth skin, not even a scar to show.
“Feel...better?” Mike pants and El turns her smiling face to him, “Oh my gosh that was-” and then he lifts his head, and a long thin trail of blood trickles from both of his nostrils, pooling at his top lip.
El’s eyes widen and she’s pretty sure her breath escapes her. Not believing what she’s seeing.
Mike seems to notice her look, because he moves and wipes at his nose, his already ruined suit now covered in more of his blood.
He sighs, “Yeah, that happens every time”, he looks at his blood spattered coat and then back at her again, however, his face falls in worry when she’s pretty sure he sees her reaction.
“Look, I know that was weird and all, and I’m sure you want an explanation, but, honestly I’m not sure myself so I-” but he’s immediately cut off by El reaching out to him and grabbing ahold of his hand, shutting him up instantly.
He gives her a curious look, and she only gives him a wistful smile.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his eyes scanning her face.
El only nods in disbelief, “You’re like me” is all she whispers as Mike’s mouth drops open in shock.
‘You’re like me’ settles into his brain, but he can’t seem to wrap his mind around it.
‘What does she mean?’ he asks himself as his eyes eagerly scan her face for any hint of explanation.
This girl, El, who was a complete stranger not even an hour ago, is saying that she’s like him. Does that mean she can heal too?
As if El can read his mind, she shakes her head. “No, I can’t heal like you can” she begins to explain, “But...I’ve got powers too” her lips form into a soft smile, and for some reason, it makes his heart beat wildly in his chest. Especially when two small dimples form at the corner of each cheek.
He’s pretty sure his breath gets taken away. “What?” is all he’s able to spit out, his eyes widening to the girl before him.
She let’s go of his arm, sitting back on the couch once again, sighing heavily as Mike still sits on his knees, quite baffled.
He’s not sure what to think, he’s never met anyone who shares this peculiarity that he does. Granted, he did have this weird feeling that he couldn’t be the only one out there. But, because he had never known what to think, he tended to keep his powers to himself. Although his family and close friends knew, they had always kept a tight lip, though.
His eyes flick to El, who seems to be contemplating what to say, and he can’t blame her. He can’t think of anything to say either.
That’s when El’s Anima springs lightly from the couch she was laying on over to where El sat.
He watches as El’s amber eyes light up the moment her Anima is within reach of her. It’s almost as if being apart is something that is a struggle for them.
Granted, no one liked to be seperated farm from their Anima, and in reality, humans and Anima’s can’t get too far away due to the pain of the separation. Mike had heard once that they use that as a means of torture. Separating a human and Anima too much not only causes pain, but enough distance can kill them both.
Mike shudders at this aimless thought and instead brings his attention back to El, who strokes her Anima lovingly.
A calm silence falls on them. And Mike allows it to sit there, afraid of what might happen if it’s broken.
After a while, El finally says, “I can move things with my mind,” she states, and Mike raises his head to look at her. She doesn’t look at him, she only continues to stroke her marvelous fox.
Mike thinks before he speaks, “So...like the Dark Phoenix?” he cringes slightly, he was really trying to not sound like a nerd, but of course that’s where his mind went. He found it incredibly difficult to talk to a very pretty stranger who shared something incredibly rare with him.
His cringe must show on his face because El lifts her head and her eyes land on his, a teasing smile dances on her lips as she shyly eyes him.
“I don’t know who that is” her voice sounds guilty.
Mike shakes his head, “No, sorry, that was nerdy me speaking, uhm-” he stops as he rubs the back of his head mindlessly.
“She’s this superhuman, and she can move stuff with her mind, like a telekinesis” he shrugs his shoulders as he tries to explain who is Dark Phoenix all while watching El as she nods at his words.
“Yes, I guess she does sound like me”, El says with a huff of breath.
Mike’s not sure where the awkwardness in the air entered the room, but it was stifling. One moment El’s a girl that practically broke her knee cap open, now, here they sat, pretty much still strangers, yet somewhat similar in retrospect. Mike thinks he should be reacting more than he was, but there’s something that holds him back.
She must feel it too, because she gives him a quizzical look, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to just...make this all weird for you” her voice is heavy with sadness.
This makes Mike draw in his eyebrows, “What do you mean?” he asks.
El shrugs her shoulders and then looks him squarely in the eyes, “Well, it seems like you never knew that there were others like you”.
Mike nods at this, “No...I didn’t. I mean...I figured I couldn’t be the only one but-”
And El cuts him off, “You never expected some stranger that you just saved would be that person?” she asks him.
Mike looks into her face and sees that it has softened, like she’s trying to connect with him, but she isn’t sure how.
So, Mike just lets out a long, slow breath, “Yeah, I guess so” he states.
El nods, “My sister has powers too” she says effortlessly and Mike whips his head back to her.
“Really?” he squeaks out.
“Yes, she can have people see things that aren’t really there, it’s a pretty cool power” she says nonchalantly.
Mike shudders a breath, “Yeah, that is interesting,'' he's not sure where to really go with all of this, he feels completely stunned.
But then, something El said earlier reminds him of a question that he definitely needs to ask, “What were you running from?” his eyes move to her face, and she barely meets them.
A gentle tear streams down her face, he moves on his own accord, moving to sit on her side that is not accompanied by her Anima. She startles slightly, but when he reaches out a tentative hand to touch her shoulder, she immediately seems to relax.
“I..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he croaks out, his heart breaking for the girl beside him.
She moves her head slowly, and Mike waits as she finally connects her gaze with his. And he can see the hurt, the pain, that glistens behind her amber eyes, he’s pretty sure his heart breaks in two.
El sniffles, shaking her head, “No” she chokes out. “It’s...it’s just hard” her voice catches in her throat.
Mike sighs, understanding how she feels.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to-” he starts, but then El raises her hand and places it on top of his that sits on her shoulder. He wonders if she feels it too, the tingling sensation that spreads through him at her bare touch, it’s amazing.
But, he can’t tell because he tries to pull his attention to her as she speaks, “There’s...bad men...after my sister and I” her voice strains.
Mike quirks his eyebrow, ‘Did he just rescue a felon?’, his brain starts, but he immediately scratches it off to the side, ‘No, not El, there’s something else’, his mind settles with this thought, because he can see it in the way she looks, the connection they made. Fear stirs within her, and he knows she’s scared.
So, he squeezes her hand in his, and she looks at him. “You don’t have to tell me right now, I...I trust you” is what he says and the girl's mouth widens in shock.
He’s taken aback for a second, but he continues, “Look, it’s late, we just learned some interesting things about one another and-” he stops, their eyes each searching the others, El’s waiting for him to continue. But, he’s so mesmerized by her warm brown eyes that it stops him in his tracks.
Mike watches as El lifts an eyebrow up at him, and he shakes his head, “Uhm...sorry, and, why don’t we both get some sleep, maybe we can talk in the morning?” he suggests.
El’s eyes widen once again, and now it’s Mike’s turn to be confused.
“What?” he can’t help but ask and El shakes her head, she doesn’t meet his gaze, “You...you make it sound like...like we can stay” is what she states.
Mike sits a bit straighter, “Yeah, of course. It’s late, and-” he stops and points at her leg, “I know I healed it, but...you’ll still be in a bit of pain”, he then laughs nervously. “My powers have quite a bit of story to them too”.
El finally moves her head to look at him, and he’s happy to see a small smile on her face. But, then she tilts her head, “Why...why do you want to help me?” she asks.
Mike startles a bit, he’s surprised by how quickly El seems to disregard any bit of help, and a million questions swirl through his brain. However, for now though, he needs her to trust him, questions can be asked later, he reminds himself.
“Look...I don’t entirely know what’s going on here, with us-” he gestures between the two of them, “But, trust me when I say you’re still going to be in pain and...I have a lot of questions” he shrugs.
It takes her a minute as the words settle between them, but she then slowly nods, “Okay” she finally whispers and a thankful breath escapes Mike’s lip.
“Okay” he whispers happily, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
He then moves to stand and he can feel El’s eyes on him. He turns towards her, “Hold on, I’ll be right back” he says and he moves back towards his bedroom.
Mike then takes a couple moments to flunder through his beauro as he paws through some of his more relaxed clothing. He finally pulls out an old pair of way too small sweatpants that probably needed to be donated years ago along with a navy blue sweatshirt.
Feeling satisfied, Mike moves back towards the living room with them.
El eyes him warily as he holds out the clothes to her, she quips an eyebrow at him.
“Here, these are old, but still comfortable”, he begins to explain nervously as El takes them slowly from his grasp. He then points behind her, she casually follows his finger. “I’ve got a spare room and bathroom, you’re free to take a shower if you want” he tries to sound as least creepy as possible considering he’s pretty sure he just told a very pretty girl that she looks like she needs a shower.
She looks up at him, she moves to stand, “I-” she starts, but the second she puts weight on her knee, she grimaces and stumbles forward. Mike moves faster than he probably has in his entire life.
He bends down and catches El just before she crashes to the floor. His long arms snake under her armpits, as she raises her hands and places them against his chest. He steadies them so not to fall, but in doing so he holds El tightly to his chest.
“You okay?” he asks with concern as El settles into his embrace, her head resting against his chest, and he hopes she can’t hear the ferocious beating of his heart.
She slowly moves her head up, and he flushes at their closeness, ‘I’d just have to bend down and then-” but he stops his thoughts as the girl softens in his embrace. She looks tired. But, then she smiles, “Guess you were right about my knee” she states.
And Mike laughs awkwardly at her statement. “Yeah, sorry about that, I can usually do a pretty good job with healing the worst of the wound, but…” he trailed off, not really sure what to say to the girl who is still in his embrace.
She continues to smile softly at him as she nods her head, “It’s alright, I get it,” she says, and he watches as her eyes dance across his face. He’s pretty sure he’s flushing even more so.
El shifts slightly as she pushes back from his chest slightly, wincing once again as she tries to steady herself on her feet.
“El, are you okay?” her Anima asks her, Mike sees the concern across the small foxes face.
El turns in Mike’s arms, still holding onto him slightly, “Yes, I’m okay” she reassures the fox who relaxes.
Mike holds her arm steady, “Here, let me help you get to the room” he offers and El simply nods as he shifts and moves so that his left arm is wrapped around El’s small frame.
“Alright, it shouldn’t be as bad as trying to get to the apartment” he states as he begins to lead them towards the guest room. He’s found to be proven right as El doesn’t lean so heavily onto him like she had before, but she still limps on her bad leg as she holds onto Mike and the clothes in her free hand.
It takes only a minute for Mike to lead El to the small bedroom. He flicks on the lights and the small guest room that is only usually occupied by one of his sisters illuminates in a soft white glow.
Mike settles El onto the bed.
“There” he says as he moves slowly away from her. Her Anima jumped up onto the bed beside her.
El gives him a tired, yet grateful look, “Are you sure...that this is okay?” her voice sounds fragile.
Mike gives her an endearing gaze as he moves to bend down where her feet dangle from the bed.
He’s not sure why he decides to, but he takes one of El’s legs and begins to untie her very dirty, once white chucks. He does it delicately, slowly.
Once he has both removed he sets them off to the side. He looks up at the girl before him, and he can see the tears starting to form in her eyes, like she can’t believe what he just did. It was as if she had never seen an act of kindness.
A tear drips down her cheek as he studies her face. He gives her a gentle look, “Your shoes are off, so that means you stay”.
She tucks her lips into her mouth, her eyes glistening even more so, as if she’s trying to hold back her tears.
He tilts his head to the right and just as he does so, he’s very unexpectedly tackled as El wraps her arms tightly around his neck as she buries her face into his neck.
Since he’s sitting on his knees, he throws one hand out behind him to steady himself from the force El hugs him, as he throws his other around her waist.
She begins to sob into neck, and Mike can feel the wetness beginning to form on his shirt, but he doesn’t care, because even though he barely knows El, he knows enough.
She’s broken, and has been for a long time, if not forever.
So, he readjusts them, kicking his feet out, and El allows him to shift her so that she’s practically sitting in his lap, just so that he can give her a tight hug.
He allows her to cry as he rocks them gently. He honestly has no idea why he’s doing this with a complete stranger, but there’s something about El that’s different than any other girl he’s encountered. It’s almost as if he’s known her, his whole life, and that for some reason, he needs to protect her.
But, he allows these ideas and thoughts to dwindle into the back of his mind for later. Instead, try to focus on making sure El feels safe and comfortable.
It’s like they sit there for hours. Mike tries to soothe the poor girl as both of their Anima’s sit quietly, waiting for El to calm. However, it’s only about ten minutes and Mike can feel El’s breath even as her cries soften.
She finally pulled away from him, both of their hair mingled together, wet from sweat and tears, but Mike really doesn’t care.
He puts all of his attention onto the girl as he reaches between them and tries to remove the hair from her face. He hears her giggle and Mike looks at her.
She shakes her head, “I’m so sorry” she laughs again as she pulls away from his embrace and he immediately misses their connection.
El moves so that she sits with her back to the bed, her legs sprawled out between his.
Mike softens, “Why are you apologizing?”
El pushes another stray hair behind her head, sniffling, she shakes her head, laughing in disbelief as she does so.
“You’re...just so kind” her voice is watery, her red rimmed eyes meet his.
“I’ve...never had that before”.
Mike’s breath catches in his throat as her words settle into his mind.
“El” he says gently, willing the girl to look at him. It takes her a moment as she wipes away some stray tears, but she finally does, and he continues, “I don’t care that we just met, there’s something about you that-” he falters slightly, not really sure how he should explain the connection he feels between them.
But then El nods her head, “Just clicks” her smile is soft.
“Exactly” Mike breathes, truly not understanding what cruel trick fate was throwing them into, but his gut just told him to roll with it, so that’s what he’s doing.
So, with one last final exhale, Mike stands to his feet, and looks down at El, holding out his hand.
She quickly reaches out as he pulls her to her feet. She teeters lightly as she balances herself.
They’re close once again, and Mike’s heart hums happily. He nods his head towards the bathroom.
“Take a nice hot shower, then get some rest, we can talk more in the morning, okay?” His voice is gentle.
El nods, “Okay” is all she says, but he knows there is much more behind it.
So, reluctantly, he finally moves and heads towards the door, grabbing the handle as he begins to shut it.
“Thank you!” he hears El’s voice heighten just as there is only about three inches of a gap for him to look through. He sees the hopeful look on her face, and it makes him grin widely.
“Don’t thank me,” he says, still smiling, “Goodnight El” he says.
“Night Mike” is what she says with one last look at one another as he shuts the door behind him.
He hovers slightly by the door, not really sure how to process what in the world just happened to him today.
But, he feels Pitch eyeing him.
“What?” he asks his Anima a bit more tersely than need be.
However, the wolf only grins, shaking his large head at his companion, “Oh, nothing” is all he says, teasingly, as he turns towards Mike’s bedroom.
Mike only watches him go with a curious look on his face.
Notes:
Alright, so what did you think? I thought it would be fun to give Mike some of his own powers in this story, which I will explore more in the next chapter. I know it seems like I’m moving them kind of quickly, but I just feel like with this being a soulmate AU, their going to feel a deeper connection no matter what.
I also know that I didn’t go much into the Anima’s with this chapter, but again that’s going to be more prevalent in the next chapter as well.
I love hearing your reviews, and I can’t thank you enough for the last one’s it really makes writing these stories so much easier.
So, as always, PLEASE REVIEW!
Chapter 3: Breakfast
Notes:
Alright, I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter. Thank you to those who gave a review I always appreciate them and they make writing any story easier! I’m really enjoying this story and I hope you are all as well! And once I get this story out of my head I will hopefully have more drive to continue with WHFIL.
Anyways, on with the story…
Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things or His Dark Materials.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
June 14th, 1993
She feels like she’s in a daze, unsure as to how her night even got to this point.
She wishes she was tucked back in the warehouse, safe and sound, surrounded by her comforting blankets, allowing sleep to take over. But, that’s not where she was right now.
Instead, her whole life got thrown upside down and now she found herself standing in a complete strangers house, contemplating what her next move would be.
Okay, she shouldn’t be calling the guy who saved and healed her a complete stranger because there was something about him that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
“El, you okay?” a small voice pulls El from her reverie, she shakes her head and looks down at her small Anima, who’s giving her a peculiar look.
El sighs heavily, as she twists the clothes that Mike had given her in her hands.
“I guess” is all she’s able to say, not really sure how she should be feeling.
Her whole life just got ripped away from her. And now...now she was sitting in some guy's house who apparently shared a gift just like her.
She can’t shake the word: coincidence, from her mind because, was it?
And that’s the question that continued to weave in and out of her mind as she sat there, staring off into space the moment Mike had shut the door.
Was it truly a coincidence that the same night she is trying to escape from the bad men that she so happens to run into Mike, who, like her, has extraordinary powers.
It’s a lot for her to process, on top of the fear and worry that swirls about in her chest as her mind quickly shifts to Kali and the others.
Veda nuzzles her soft, orange-brown fur up against El’s legs. El softens at the contact, the immediate connection with her own soul relieving some of the mounting fear.
“Hey, I know it’s a lot to take in right now” Veda begins, looking up at El and then pouncing lightly up onto the bed to sit next to her. She rubs her head affectionately against El’s arm, trying to soothe her, “But, we’re safe, and that’s what’s important. It’s what Kali would have wanted.”
El nods slowly, but the stress of the day and the events that took place overwhelm her, and the warm tears begin to swell like an ocean wave in her eyes. Her vision goes blurry as El bends forward, bringing her hands to her face as she weeps quietly.
Veda continues to rub up against El in a way to calm her down. And El can feel the gentleness beginning to wash over her, but her pain still streams from her eyes, as she tries to keep her crying quiet, not wanting Mike to overhear her.
She feels like she’s been crying for forever, but in reality it’s only about ten minutes. When the fear and stress finally level back out, El pulls her head away from her hands, sniffling as she sits back up.
Her companion sits faithfully by her side, and El strokes her lovingly, she gives Veda a watery smile, “Thanks” she sniffs, and the fox gives her an endearing look.
“I’m always here for you...whether you like it or not” she laughs to herself and El laughs lightly in return.
The fox gives El’s arm a slight head bump, “Why don’t you do what Mike said? Take a nice hot shower and get ready for bed, it’s late”, and no sooner do the words come from Veda’s mouth is she yawning, El copying in return.
“Okay”, El says, stifling another yawn as she carefully rises to her feet, putting light pressure onto her knee.
She winces slightly, but she can feel that the pain is starting to slowly dissipate.
El hobbles to the bathroom, flicking on the nearby light, she winces at the intensity.
Her eyes scanned the small bathroom. It’s light blue walls bring an array of calmness, and it’s lightly decorated with a couple of small pictures depicting the beach. El sets the clothes Mike had given her onto a nearby bench, and she finds a soft light blue towel hanging on the back of the door.
She has to laugh to herself as to how pristine the bathroom seems. She had never been in a bathroom like this in her life. It was either grungy gas station bathrooms, the small not very clean bathroom at the warehouse, or the small all white shower stall from the lab. An involuntary shudder runs up her spine as she thinks of the latter.
But, she pushes it from her mind as she smiles at the homeiness Mike’s spare bathroom resonates.
El moves the matching powder blue curtain to the side and she can see an assortment of soaps and cleaning supplies lined in the tub.
She inches her hand forward and turns on the water which gushed into the tub, she then flicks on the showerhead.
Slowly and surely, El removes her heavy dark clothes from around her body. She sits gingerly on the toilet as she removes her pants, careful of her knee. She sighs inwardly seeing her once favorite pair of jeans are ruined due to the blood and Mike having to cut them open, she tosses them to the side.
With her pants tossed to the side she takes a moment to look at her knee, and she still marvels at Mike’s powers, she casually glances out of the bathroom and her eyes land on the comfy white bed.
Her mind flashes back to just a handful of minutes ago, where Mike had daintily carried her into the room and gently laid her onto the bed.
His words were as smooth as honey, and his kindness just pulsated from his aura. She had all but lost it when he had removed her shoes, making it official that she had to stay.
When their eyes met, a connection formed between them. They had only known each other for an hour, but it had felt like a lifetime, like they were always meant to be together. Her heart had twitched at the thought.
And then, she launched herself into his arms, burying herself into his warmth, wishing she could feel that aura forever. She allowed herself a moment of weakness as she cried into his shoulder. She would never be able to thank him for everything he had done for her.
She had found herself slightly embarrassed when she finally pulled away, she hadn’t even noticed that he had adjusted themselves so that she was practically sitting in his lap. El knew she was blushing furiously at the realization, but hoped that Mike saw her redface as a mere sign of her crying.
Then, his gentle touch. She wanted to swim in it for eternity. It was something she had never experienced in her life, for El never thought she actually would, but the way Mike looked at her, and treated her, it was as if she was made of glass.
And it made her heart beat even faster when he too had said he felt the undeniable connection between them.
Her mind begins to wander into the deeper parts of her mind as she thinks about soulmates.
‘Could he be yours?’ her heart whispers dangerously in her ear, but El shakes herself out of her thoughts, “No” she whispered to herself, chastising her heart for even mentioning it to her.
She lets out a long breath as El moves her hand to the water that cascades down into the shower, and it’s very warm, another thing she is not used to.
El moves into the shower gingerly and closes the curtain. She can’t help but let out a hum of contentment as the warm water surrounds her. El’s shoulders drop and the tension from the day melts away.
She allows herself time to just allow the spray to hit her. Finally, she finds shampoo and lathers the delicious scent of strawberries into her hair.
It’s as if the grime of her life is being washed away. The thick hair gel that usually coats her brown hair dissipates as the soap attacks it.
She can feel her soft curls coming through, something she doesn’t notice very often. The cheap soap that she and the gang usually share is barely surmountable to whatever she is using now.
El allows herself to spend time washing her body and marveling at how amazing a warm shower actually feels. The one in the warehouse barely gets above room temperature. This however, is heaven.
Once El finishes in the shower she grabs the nearby towel and marvels at its softness as she wraps it around her body. The steam from the shower dances slowly around her, coating the mirror in a filmy haze.
El raises her hand and wipes away at the steam, revealing herself in the mirror.
She can’t help but stare at her reflection, rich amber eyes stare back at her, her hair no longer held straight by the gel, but it now cascades gently just past her shoulders.
For some reason, it makes her smile, there’s something about the way she looks that makes her feel different. She lets out a long breath, and moves back into the room.
Slowly, she pulls on Mike’s clothes. The sweatpants are baggy, and swim past her feet.
Even Veda lets out a laugh as El pulls the navy blue sweatshirt over her head, and it envelops her.
El tries to dry her hair as best as possible before she sets the towel to dry and lays down in the extremely comfortable bed that entices her to relax.
“Wow, this bed is amazing!” Veda coos as she moves to El’s other side and makes a couple circles before lying down.
El hums in acknowledgement, as she lays in the comfortable bed and gazes towards the ceiling. She uses her powers to flick off the light, and darkness envelops her.
She doesn’t hear much from the usual noisy city, but she can feel her eyes weigh with heaviness. With one last yawn she allows sleep to overtake her.
Holy shit. Is the first thing that goes through his mind the moment he goes into his bedroom and closes the door behind him, setting his back against the wooden object and sliding down it slowly.
Pitch gives him a look, “What are you worried about?” his companion voices Mike’s concern.
Mike buries his face into his hands letting out a loud groan, not responding to Pitch’s question.
What was he worried about?
Was it the fact he just met a complete stranger off the street, rescued her and healed her? Was it that they each had their own powers? Or, was it the way his heart beat rapidly against his chest each time their eyes met one another?
No matter what his worry was, Mike wasn’t really sure as to how to deal with how his life had honestly just got flipped around.
He had a million questions to ask her, and he didn’t even know where to start.
“You worry too much”, Pitch says dryly as he moves to his small bed set beside Mike’s. The Anima moves in three quick circles before he plops himself onto his bed.
Mike finally removes his hands from his face and glares at his Anima.
Sometimes Mike never understood why he and Pitch were so different.
For most people and their Anima, they responded in the same way, reacted to the same emotions, they meshed with one another. But for him and Pitch, it seemed almost like Pitch was Mike’s consciousness in physical form, not his soul.
Mike found it frustrating sometimes as to how Pitch would voice, his own concerns swirling in his own head before he even knew what was bothering him. It was as if Pitch was one step ahead, and it annoyed Mike, but he never admitted it to his Anima.
So, instead Mike huffed and pulled himself to his feet.
“Take your own advice, take a shower or something, you reek”, Pitch says nonchalantly, his eyes closed.
Mike rolls his eyes as he shuffles to his bathroom. “Already on it” he throws a hand in his Anima’s direction.
Shutting the door, Mike quickly disrobes and tosses his now ruined suit off to the side. He’s thankful he has many more to spare.
He turns on the water and waits for it to warm, and while he does, Mike leans into the sink, his hands holding himself steady. He slowly raises his head and looks into the mirror. He sighs when he sees the dark rims already beginning to form beneath his eyelids.
He can feel the exhaustion finally washing over him. The adrenaline started to leave him, as the anxiety began to stew.
Steam starts to surround him and without a second thought Mike moves into the shower and stands beneath the stream of water.
He begins to think of the girl, El, who is only about twenty feet away from him.
Truthfully, he can’t believe what he learned tonight and it’s been difficult for him to process.
She’s like me, echoes through his mind as the water trickles down his face. He still can’t believe it.
He closes his eyes and El is the only thing he can see.
Her rich amber eyes, her soft but tender looks. His heart jumped in his chest and Mike had to place his hands out to the shower walls to steady himself.
He had never felt like this before with any girl that he met. Yes, there was an obvious attraction to some women, but...there was something different about El.
Mike slowly opened his eyes, the water blurred his vision slightly as he did so. There was something about her, her whole being that pulled Mike to her like a magnet and he couldn’t explain it, honestly, it scared him.
He allowed his mind to wander and play as he tried to come to terms with the night as he finished up his shower. Emerging from the cloud of steam of the bathroom as he headed to his drawers and dressed in his night clothes.
Settling into bed his brain only continued to hum with anticipation of morning. He shut his eyes and willed himself to calm down, sleep finally finding him.
The bright sun cascaded into his room, and fell directly into his eyes.
Mike grunted as he turned himself over mentally scolding himself for forgetting to shut his shades in the night.
Blearily, he lifted his head and looked over at his alarm clock.
8:36 flashed at him and he harrumphed into his pillow, closing his eyes and willing himself to get more sleep.
But then, his mind was wide awake, reminding him of what had occurred the night before.
El, the name danced teasingly through his mind. There was currently a girl in his apartment, and it wasn’t either of his sisters who were usually the occupants of his spare room.
Pulling himself up into a seated position Mike rubbed at his tired eyes. He looked over the side of his bed and saw that Pitch was still curled up and past out.
Mike sighed, this was another thing that was unusual. Most humans and their Anima’s slept and woke at fairly similar times. Not him and Pitch. Once Mike was up, he was up. But Pitch, he could continue to sleep for quite awhile, sometimes Mike would have to shake the wolf awake so that they could get going for the day.
But, Mike put this aside as he cast his legs out and stood from his bed, stretching out his sore shoulders.
He quietly made his way to his door and pried it open slowly, unsure if El had awoken yet.
His eyes did a quick survey of his apartment and with a sigh of relief, Mike finished opening his door and padded out into his living room.
He glanced over to his spare bedroom and found that the door was still closed, and he couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his face.
“Good” he whispered aloud to himself. He wasn’t sure why he was happy to see that the girl was still behind closed doors, but a part of himself realized he was relieved to see that she had stayed.
A part of his worry throughout the night would be that once the night had settled she would slip out back into the city.
Mike made his way to his well stocked kitchen. He began to fiddle with his coffee maker. A thought popped into his head, ‘Did El like coffee?’.
He took another quick look at the door and huffed. He knew absolutely nothing about this girl, other than she had powers and was in danger.
So, as he silently debated with his own self, he finally decided to add a bit more coffee grounds and water to his coffee maker. I can always warm it up again later, he reminded himself.
Once the coffee maker began to come alive Mike turned his back to the counter and leaned against it.
With his arms folded over his chest he continued to glance anxiously towards El’s door, wondering, worrying if his original thoughts had been true.
Maybe she just shut the door when she left, his brain alarmed him.
“Again, you worry too much”
Mike whipped his head over to the voice of Pitch who was giving him another teasing look.
He tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, “I don’t know what you mean,'' Mike shook his head at the wolf.
Pitch chuckled, “Hmmm, seems that you’re worried about the fact that the girl might have left in the middle of the night”.
“El”, her name is out of his mouth before he can even register it, Mike casts a cautious look over to the wolf.
Pitch quirks an eyebrow up at him, a teasing smile dancing on his lips.
“If you want her out here, whip up some breakfast. Maybe some bacon, that always gets me up” Pitch teases as he comes to sit by Mike, looking up at him expectantly.
Mike rolls his eyes, and he can’t help but pat the head of his companion.
“Alright” he sighs as he moves towards his refrigerator, searching through the contents before he stumbles upon the pack of thick cut bacon. He removes it along with the carton of eggs that sits beside the package.
He tries to move quietly around the kitchen trying to not make too much noise, hoping the smell of cooked bacon awakens the girl and not his noisy habits.
Mike sets to cooking the bacon, and within minutes his apartment begins to fill with the all too familiar aroma.
He cracks open a couple of eggs and gets them ready as well. Mike can’t help but cast hopeful looks over his shoulder as he keeps waiting for his guest door open.
His heart sinks each time it doesn’t open.
He busies himself with sipping his coffee and paying attention to the meal in front of him. Half way through he decides to put a couple pieces of toast into the toaster.
Sighing heavily, Mike shakes his head, “What am I doing?” he half whispers to himself through clenched teeth as he takes a look at the smorgasbord of food that he has finally finished.
Just as he cascades a worried hand through his thick hair, thinking about how much of a loser he is, he’s startled by a small voice.
“Wow, that smells really good”.
Mike whips his head around, almost giving himself whiplash as he gives a surprised look to the girl who has finally vacated her room.
He’s pretty sure his heart stops when he sees her.
She’s actually surprised by how well she slept, and for once, no dreams haunted her mind throughout the night.
The light from the three windows overlooking the city streams in through the blinds, but it’s not the sun that awakens her, it’s the growl of her stomach.
She sniffs the air and a pleasant aroma fills her nostrils. It pulls her from her slumber.
“Mmm”, she sighs heavily as the salty smell enters her room.
“Wow”, El turns to see Veda standing on her tiptoes beside her as she casts her head upwards sniffing the air.
Veda looks to El, “What is that?” she asks quietly.
El shrugs her shoulders as she slowly pulls the soft sheets away from her body as she tiptoes across the fluffy white carpet to place her ear gently onto the wooden door's surface.
She closes her eyes and listens intently. Then, she can hear the sizzling, and clanking.
El can’t help but smile as she turns to Veda, “He must be making breakfast” she shrugs as she moves towards the bathroom.
“Hmm, wonder if it’s for us?” Veda teases from the bed as El examines herself in the mirror.
El rolls her eyes as she runs a hand through her matted hair. She huffs, as she looks at her reflection.
El then begins to examine the drawers in the bathroom and silent cheers when she finds a brush. She can’t help but begin to stroke the wooden tool through her hair as she watches her brown locks bounce to a more natural appeal.
Once she’s done she takes a nearby wash cloth and wipes at her face. Satisfied, El exits the bathroom and sits herself on the edge of the bed.
She catches another whiff of the food, and her stomach growls loudly.
Veda laughs, “Why don’t we see what he’s cooking up?” she suggests with a gleam in her eye.
El looks down at her lap and shakes her head, “I...I don’t know, I mean…” she stops short, not really sure what to say.
Veda huffs, “Well, we can’t stay here forever, besides, I’m hungry too”.
El looks into her companion's face, and then her deep brown eyes. With a small laugh El nods, “Okay” she sighs as she slowly gets to her feet and makes her way towards the door.
Her hand hovers over the door handle, contemplating.
Will he be okay with us coming out? Her worried mind asks her.
“El, come on, it’ll be fine”, Veda encourages her.
And, as if her stomach agreed with her companion, it gave another low growl.
So, with a deep breath El places her hand on the cool doorknob and slowly opens the door.
It doesn’t take her long to get to the kitchen, and then she sees him.
She’s pretty sure her eyes widen when she sees Mike turned away from her. His hair is a wild mess, and he’s still dressed in his pajama pants. El flushes at the sight.
She can see that he seems worried, as he runs a slow hand through his hair, he’s muttering to himself.
El decides to break the silence, “Wow, that smells really good”.
And no sooner does she speak does Mike whip around to stare at her. She’s taken aback slightly when she watches him give her a once over, his mouth dropping open slightly.
She knows she is flushing madly at the way he’s looking at her. And she’s not really sure if it’s in awe, or disgust.
But then, he smiles. A really dorky, lopsided grin, and El’s pretty sure she melts right there on the spot. Cute, echoes through her brain.
“Uh, hi...uhm, good morning!” he all but shouts at her as El stays rooted in her spot as Mike slowly approaches her.
He winces slightly at what he must realize was a bit of a loud greeting. But El can’t help but grin at his cuteness.
“Good morning,” she whispers back. She holds one of her sleeved hands up to her mouth, a shy tendency of hers.
“Did..did you sleep okay?” he gestures to her, and El nods.
“Yes, your bed is really comfy” she smiles at him.
Mike nods eagerly at this, “Yeah, I’ve got two sisters who come and stay sometimes, so the bedroom tends to stay up to their needs, and the bathroom too”.
“I noticed there were a lot of floral scents in there” El tries to add to the conversation, but she flinches slightly at her awkwardness. She was also slightly relieved to discover that it didn’t seem like Mike had many female visitors.
Mike seems to notice this because he laughs lightly.
“I’m sorry, this is just kind of-” he moves his hands slightly and El answers, “Weird” she scrunches her face, giggling.
Mike laughs, “Yeah, exactly” he sighs.
El only nods as they both stood there in silence, shifting on their feet uncomfortably.
Mike then straightens, “Oh, uh, I made breakfast, want to eat?” he gestures towards the mound of food that is placed out on his island.
El’s eyes widen at the assortment of food. Bacon, eggs and toast are all piled high on individual plates and her mouth waters.
“Uh-” she starts, feeling as if she is imposing, but Mike just about reads her mind.
“Don’t feel like you’re imposing, I mean, we said we’d sit down and talk today and, well, you can’t do that on an empty stomach, can you?” he looks at her with his sweet brown eyes and El softens immediately.
She looks down at Veda who is nodding vigorously, her bushy tail wagging eagerly.
El looks back up at Mike who’s giving her a look and El flushes again, “Okay” she says gently and Mike’s body seems to sag in relief.
“Alright, cool” he announces, nodding his head eagerly as El approaches him.
“Cool” she returns with a smile as Mike hands her a plate.
Their fingers brush slightly and there’s an intensity there that surges through El like never before. She almost drops the plate at the sensation. And Mike has to re-grip the plate to stop it from falling to the floor.
“Sorry!” El stammers quickly as she now locks both of her hands firmly onto the glassware.
Her eyes peered upwards to see if Mike is mad at her, but instead, she sees his soft eyes and slight smile as he shakes his head.
“It’s okay” he stammers out, letting go of the plate, and El ponders as she sees his face begin to redden, as he turns away from her, reaching into his cabinet and grabbing another plate.
El is silent as she grabs a couple pieces of bacon, an egg and a piece of toast, she goes to move when Mike stops her with a laugh.
“Is that it? Please, help yourself, and Veda too” he nods to her companion.
El flushes, “I uh-” she starts, but feels very embarrassed, not sure what to say.
Mike shakes his head, his wild black hair going every which way. “Don’t worry, I made way too much food so please help yourself”.
And at this El’s stomach gives a betraying growl, causing her to flush even more red as she sighs and piles even more food onto her plate.
Mike gently hands her another as she fills it for Veda.
They move in silence as Mike gets a plate ready for Pitch, both she and Mike nearly bump into each other as they both turn to give their Anima’s their own breakfast.
Small laughs escape their mouths as Mike gestures for her to move first, and he follows. They place the plates in front of their Anima’s who begin to eat ravenously.
Mike chuckles again as he moves to grab his own plate, El following in turn.
He leads them to his small nook that consists of a small round table, four wooden chairs sit around it.
Mike sets his plate down and scoots himself in.
El hesitates slightly, and Mike looks up at her.
“Are you going to eat standing up?” he flashes her a teasing grin.
El shakes her head as she moves slowly towards the seat next to him. Gingerly, she sets down her plate and looks at her food.
“Oh!” Mike’s voice startles El as she whipped her head to him, her eyes widening at his sudden outburst as he begins to stand, “Forgot the forks, and syrup” he says as he hustles back towards the kitchen.
As Mike moves away, El looks out the large window before her. The sun has already risen and the buildings flash the sunlight this way and that. There’s something serene about the whole thing, and El feels her mind begin to go blank.
She’s only pulled out of her daze when Mike puts a fork in front of her eyes.
“Here” he says, and El takes the tool from him gently. He then places a bottle of maple syrup in front of them.
She eyes it curiously.
Mike must see her skeptical look because he reaches forward and chuckles lightly, “I didn’t know if you liked syrup with your breakfast” he shrugs as he opens the bottle and begins to shower his eggs and bacon in the golden liquid.
El of course loved maple syrup, it was one of the few luxuries, along with a box of eggo’s that Kali allowed her to splurge on every once in a while. However, lacking in eggos and any other breakfast foods that were usually accompanied by syrup, El’s eyes widened as she watched the man before her add it to his eggs and bacon.
She must have been staring because once Mike finishes with the bottle their eyes meet and he gives her a shy look. “Sorry, I know it’s a little weird, but I’ve done it since I was a kid. My friends and sisters always pick on me because of it”.
He almost sounds ashamed of his habit, because he almost cocoons himself as he raises his shoulders and tries to hide his face from her as he slowly picks up his fork and pushes around his food.
El doesn’t know why, but his action makes her sad. It makes her begin to think of just how many other times in Mike’s life had he been ridiculed for small things. It was almost as if he spent his life trying to hide his quirkiness.
But, there was something about his awkwardness that El couldn’t help but find endearing, and if she wasn’t lying, attractive.
So, with a bold move El reached her hand forward and grabbed the sticky bottle of syrup. Popping open the top she began to swirl the liquid from it’s bottle as it cascaded down onto her eggs and bacon.
When she’s done she places it before her, and turns to look at Mike, who’s looking at her gobsmacked.
She gives him a smirk as she picks up her fork and cuts into her eggs, now drenched in the sweet syrup, she brings it to her mouth.
“No, you don’t have-” Mike starts, but El has already shoved the eggs into her mouth and she chews thoroughly.
The sweet, saltiness awakens something she’s never experienced before and she finds that it’s delicious.
She swallows and looks at Mike, smiling. “That’s so good!” she hums as she moves to the bacon and almost moans at the same, but almost better taste that surrounds her taste buds.
She hesitantly peeked over to Mike, who has a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.
“You...you really like it?” he asks.
El nods appreciatively, “It’s really good, you’re a really good cook” she comments stuffing her face with another spoonful of eggs and bacon, and as she says the words Mike flushes, and El finds that she really enjoys it when he gets all flustered.
They continue to eat their breakfast in a quiet state, and El finds herself comfortable with the whole situation. Which she finds incredibly weird, because not even ten hours ago she didn’t even know Mike existed, now, here she was, eating breakfast in his apartment.
“Mike, that was very good” Veda approaches them at the table, sitting herself beside El.
Mike looks down at Veda and gives her a smile, “Thank you” he nods in appreciation.
Just then Pitch moves to sit beside Mike, “Eh, could have gone a little lighter on the bacon” the wolf teases and Mike throws the wolf a look.
“Shut it, Pitch Black” Mike grumbles and the wolf rolls his eyes.
“Pitch Black?” El asks the question, stumbling out of her mouth before she can catch herself.
She holds her hands up over her mouth and Mike only laughs.
“It’s fine, you can ask about his name” he then teasingly ruffles the wolf's black hair.
Pitch snaps at him playfully. And it’s then El can see on Pitch’s muzzle, he has a smattering of white spots, almost impossible to see, and El smiles realizing that they are a reflection of Mike’s adorable freckles.
Wait, adorable?, her mind questions and El inwardly cringes, she immediately tries to shake her thoughts away and she’s thankful when Mike speaks again.
“Yeah, my sister named him actually” Mike says rolling his eyes, then falling onto El as he reclines in his chair.
“Your sister?” she repeats and Mike nods.
“Mhm, you see, Pitch has always manifested himself as a dark black animal, even when I was born,” he explains.
El nods, showing that she is listening intently.
He smiles to himself, “First a vole, then a rabbit, a frog-” El watched Mike cringe at the mention of Pitch being a frog, “Then a black cat for most of my teenage years, and now-” he gestures to Pitch, “A wolf” he shrugs.
“My sister Nancy thought it was funny that Pitch was also so black, like my hair, so she called him Pitch Black, and it just stuck”.
El nods, smiling genuinely at Mike’s story, she always found it fascinating what other creatures people’s Anima’s appeared as over their lives.
She knew that Anima’s reflected where a person was in their lives. And sometimes it had to do with the environment a person was raised in as well.
“What about you?” Mike’s voice brings El’s attention back to him.
She quirks an eyebrow at him.
He gives her a shy look, “How did you get the name Veda, it’s unique”.
El sighs, she knows that the whole point of her staying there last night was for her to explain what had happened to her and why she had been running away. Not just that, but she was sure that Mike had a million questions about her own powers, which she had yet to show him.
Mike waits patiently fiddling with his hands in his seat, allowing El to take her time.
Letting out a huff of air, El slowly raises her head and Mike’s dark eyes are already awaiting her.
El swallows before she speaks, “Veda” she starts, “Was the first name I was able to read off of one of the lab workers name tags”.
She watches as Mike furrows his eyebrows.
El pulls her lips in tight before she continues, “Veda was one of the few female lab workers and I liked it. My Anima had gone so long without a name, and it just seemed to fit” she shrugged her shoulders looking down at the being she spoke of.
“Lab, what lab?” Mike gives her a look, and El gives a tight smile.
“The lab...where I was born, raised and...tortured” she feels her voice warbling slightly as Mike’s mouth drops open in shock at her words.
Notes:
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Chapter 4: Finding Comfort In Each Other
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She’s not surprised when she watches Mike’s mouth drop open in shock at the declaration of her words. She lowers her head slightly as she evaluates him, because he’s opening and closing his mouth like he wants to say something, but isn’t quite sure with what he actually wants to say
Finally, he chokes out, “Tortured?” his dark eyes wide.
El nods sadly, “Yes” is all that she says.
Mike lets out a long breath of air as he brushes back his wild mess of curls. El silently enjoys watching his hair go right back to its original state after he removes his hand.
His eyes catch hers, and she can see the worry glistening behind his dark orbs.
She’s never shared her story with anyone. Kali was the one who told their story to the gang when they first moved to New York. And El had never had any friends outside of the gang, so who would she ever tell it to?
But, then there’s this man who sits before her. He’s wildly searching her face, uncertain of just the little information she has just shared with him.
She’s afraid that she will see pity in his eyes, but she’s actually surprised when she doesn’t, but instead sees a flash of fear, worry and interest instead.
His next words break the silence, “A lab...you were born there?” is his first question.
El nods slowly, “Yes, it’s actually a good place to start,” she sighs.
She turns and looks out the window before her, the sun now harshly glinting off the reflective windows of the buildings, her eyes squint at the brightness.
“My mom…” a small smile ghosts at the corner of El’s mouth before she shakes her head and turns to look at Mike whose attention is rapt on her, “My mom got involved in some experiments back in the early seventies. Back when psychedelic drugs were being used to push the boundaries of the mind”.
Mike nodded, waiting for El to continue. “However” El breathed, fiddling with her hands in her lap, “My mom got a little too involved with the experiments. She didn’t live at the lab, and had a separate life from it, but the head doctor there took a liking to her and what she was able to do”.
“But, it wasn’t her that he was interested in, but...me” she says quietly and she watches as Mike shifts in his seat leaning closer to her.
“What did you have to do with anything?” Mike asks, his brows furrowed.
“My mom didn’t realize she was pregnant with me till she was almost in her third trimester, but I think the doctor did. And I was exposed to a lot of different things, I think he knew that when I was born that I’d be special” she shrugs her shoulders.
El pauses for a second before she continues. “So, when my mom went into labor with me, the doctor was there, and my mom was delirious, so she had no idea what was going on”.
El tucks in her lips, “The doctor took me from her the moment I was born”.
“What!?” Mike cried out shoving his kitchen chair back suddenly, causing El to flinch at the screeching noise.
“He just took you!?” he casts his arm out in frustration and El merely nods.
“Yes, he was famous for kidnapping children with unique abilities, however, I was different, he got me from birth, something he was unable to do with any of the others”.
“Others?” Mike raises his eyebrows.
“Yes, I’m number Eleven” she says and at that moment El silently moves her right hand towards her left wrist, she always keeps it covered whether it be with an old bandana or some kind of bracelet, but now it is covered in the Mike’s sweatshirt's long arm. She hates seeing the permanent mark but she knows she needs to show Mike. So, she pushes up her sleeve and moves her arm towards him, and his eyes widen even more when the numbers 011 are seen.
He studies the tattoo and before she can react, he reaches forward and gently takes her wrist in his large hand.
She shivers at the contact, his hands cool to the touch, but also that same spark is there yet again.
El gazes at him as he almost caresses the faded mark with a single fingertip.
“He did this to you” his voice cool, as he lifts his eyes to meet hers. She can see within the depths that there’s pure hatred.
El didn’t answer, but instead slid her hand through Mike’s grasp and took a hold of his fingers, squeezing them gently.
Mike’s eyes immediately flashed to hers. She tried to give him a soft smile, but she knew he could see through it.
“I can’t remember when, but yes, I’ve had it for as long as I can remember.''
Mike scoffs, looking away from her, but he squeezes her hand tightly, and she feels the tingly sensation return.
“Wait” he says, turning back towards her. “El, Eleven, that’s your name?”
El nods once again, humming to his answer.
“You...you don’t even have like… a real name?!” his grip becomes tighter, and at this El giggles.
“No, I do, I just don’t like it, I like El better” she shrugs.
“How did yo-” Mike begins to ask and El cuts him off, “Lots of research after we left the lab,'' she answers, and Mike nods slowly.
After a beat, she speaks, “Jane, my real name is Jane,” she says. Mike gives her a once over and a shy smile plays on his lips.
“Yeah, you don’t look like a Jane” he laughs lightly.
El grins at this, “My sister Kali calls me Jane, but I don’t like it. El was the name I gave myself after we left the lab, it’s mine” she states firmly.
Mike makes a noise in agreement. “So, what about your sister, was she there as a baby too?” he asks.
El shakes her hair, “No, the doctor found her when she was four or so, kidnapped her from her parents”.
Mike lets out a long breath of air at this, “So, this is just some guy who kidnaps children for his own needs?” his voice drips with venom.
She can’t help but shrug at this, “There were others there, but...none of them were like Kali and I, we were stronger, had more adept powers. Apparently the doctor wanted the strongest, he let others go”, her voice is timid.
Mike shakes his head, “What did this ‘doctor’ even hope to accomplish?” he asks, searching El’s face.
“Something to do with the Russians. He was always pushing Kali and I to our limits...even on each other” she whispers.
At this Mike pulls back again, “What do you mean?”
El sighs, “Well, obviously we didn’t like everything he had us do. Whether it was torturing animals, or straining our powers so much that we would be drained for days. But, then he figured out that if he used our Anima’s against us, then he could have whatever he wanted from us”.
She’s pretty sure Mike growls at this. “He tortured you, and Veda” his teeth are gritted together as he speaks.
El nods, “Yes, if he separated us from our Anima and tortured them, it was hard to not do what he said. It was even worse once he had us starting to use our powers against each other” her voice lowers an octave.
“Wait, each other?” Mike’s eyes narrow.
She huffs, “That was the worst part. He thought if we used our powers against each other we would grow stronger. He also wanted to see if our own powers could affect the other...they did”.
Mike shakes his head, “How could anyone do that to a child?” his voice strains.
El shrugs her shoulders, “This man wasn’t like anybody else. All he cared about was pushing us to our limits, figuring out what our full potential was. We weren’t his children, we were his weapons” she cautiously lifts her eyes and she can see Mike was shaking with fury.
“Children?” it’s more of a question than anything.
“He made us call him papa, but he was never our father” El says cooly.
“Sick bastard,” Mike says, clenching his fists together.
He then looks at her quickly, “But wait, how did you-” he starts but El meets him halfway, “Escape?” she finishes, and Mike nods.
El looks upwards as she recalls the day where she and Kali finally got their freedom.
“We had been planning it for months, I was fifteen and Kali was seventeen at the time, everything had to go just right if we wanted it to work and not get captured again, that would have been the worst possible outcome” El begins to explain.
“You see, Kali and I had only one day of rest within each week, and it was those days that there were less lab attendants than usual.''
“So, when Kali and I got brought out of our rooms for lunch, it’s when we struck”, she looks at Mike who is hanging off of his seat listening to her story.
“Kali used her powers to have our guards believe that a fire had broken out in the lab, which of course sent them into a frenzy. Then Kali and I made our way to the nearest exit, of course we were met with a flurry of lab workers who tried to stop us, and...that’s where I came in” her voice lowered somberly.
“I-” she starts but falls short. She takes in a shaky breath, “I...I killed them.”
Mike doesn’t make a noise, so El tentatively looks at him as he shakes his head, as his hand squeezes hers tighter, “They tortured you El, they deserved it” his voice is firm, and El softens as she tries to hold back her tears.
“I still hated doing it though, killing another human being...it still doesn’t feel right,” she explains.
Mike doesn’t respond so El continues, “But, we made it out, nothing but the clothes on our backs, and we escaped into the woods”.
“How did you get here though? Was the lab in New York?” he questions.
“No. When we escaped from the lab we just ran, we ran through the thick forest until we came across a restaurant and the first person who was kind to us” a sad smile dances across her face.
She takes a steadying breath, closing her eyes as she pictures the restaurant clear as day. It was small and old, but full of charm. El remembers the greasy and enticing scent that drifted from the building.
“It was something neither of us had seen before, and the smell…” El inhales deeply, as if she was once again standing in the midst of the messy kitchen.
She exhales, “Was just so appealing, and we were starving, so we went in” El smiles once again recalling the memory. “There was a basket of french fries just sitting there and Kali and I just helped ourselves. We were so enamored by the food we didn’t even notice that there were other people there”.
“We didn’t know what to do when Benny came after us,” El laughed.
“But, when he grabbed us and saw that we were dressed in hospital gowns, and my shaved head-” El continued but Mike cut her off with a puzzled look, “Shaved head?” he asks incredulously.
El froze slightly, it wasn’t something she necessarily liked to talk about, but she was the one who brought it up. She swallows before she continues nodding her head, “Yeah. The doctor liked my head shaved, he used these-” and then she gestures to her head, “Electrode things used to monitor my brain waves or something, so he kept my head shaved” she finishes bitterly.
“That’s why I like my hair long now” she smiles at Mike shyly tucking a stray lock behind her ear.
He finally breaks his blank look and a dopey smile crosses his face, he ducks away shyly, “It looks really pretty” he mumbled as he eyes her nervously and El’s mouth drops open at his words, her face flushed furiously.
“Thanks” she whispers back, both of them with shy looks on their faces.
A silence falls over them for a minute as they allow their tender moment to pass. And then El picks up where she left off, “Anyways, Benny realized we weren’t your ‘normal’ teenagers, so he fed us some real food and found some old clothes that were his daughters”.
“It was a relief honestly, to actually feel safe” El breathes out slowly, “But, it didn’t last long” her mouth falls.
“What do you mean?” Mike questions giving her a curious look as he leans forward, his chair creaking as he did so.
El sighs heavily, tears pricking at her eyes once again, really not liking recounting this part of the story, “Benny he...he called a child services number and, later on in the evening, a woman from the lab, who was close to the doctor came”.
A stray tear escapes her eye, “Kali saw her and before she could warn Benny...she shot him” she sniffles trying to hold back her crying.
“Kali and I escaped again and...we just ran” she states, taking Mike’s sweatshirt and rubbing her tear stained face.
Mike places a gentle hand on her arm, he looks at her, “That’s awful El, I’m really sorry to hear that” he says softly.
She can see the empathy in his face and she knows he’s being genuine.
He pulls back and glances away, El follows his gaze, “Wow, it’s almost lunch time” he laughs as he nods towards their breakfast plates that have remained vacant for the time they’ve spent talking.
Mike gives her a look, “Hey, why don’t we get changed, and regroup a bit, this must be really hard for you, so...let’s take a break?” it’s more of a question. He’s allowing her to control this situation, and for some reason, it warms her to her core.
El sniffs again nodding, “Yeah, that sounds good” she flashes him a quick smile as she pushes out her chair, standing to her feet and bends to grab her plate, but Mike beats her to it with a quick laugh.
“Nope, you’re my guest I got it” he chuckles.
El softens, “Thank you” she says gently looking at the man before her. He only nods, “Anytime” he states as he takes his plate as well and moves back towards the kitchen.
She begins to shuffle towards Mike’s spare bedroom, but his voice stops her, “Hey!” he says and El pivots rapidly on her feet, her eyebrows raising to her hairline.
“Uh, my sister Nancy is about your size, she leaves clothes here all the time, you’re welcome to wear them” he raises a hand towards the room and then drops it to his side. He shifts anxiously on his feet.
El gives him a warm smile, “I managed to grab some of my clothes, but thank you though” she tries to keep her voice gentle, hating to have to deny him of his offer.
But, her worry leaves her when Mike grins back, “Okay, just wanted you to know,” he says. And with one last nod to Mike, El and Veda shuffle into the spare bedroom, El shutting the door for privacy behind her.
Behind the closed door, El lays her back against the white door and slides down slowly. She can feel her anxiety begin to bubble deep within her as she pulls her knees up to her chest and burrows her face into them.
Her body begins to shake, a common factor when she feels overwhelmed by emotions. Veda is immediately by her side as she tries to not cry out.
“El, you’re okay, you’re safe” her Anima tries to soothe her.
Fresh hot tears stream down her face as Veda attempts to calm her.
“I know...it’s...it’s just so hard” she cries quietly into Mike’s sweatpants, her tears leaving marks.
“I know, it’s not easy recounting everything you’ve been through after going through our ordeal yesterday” the fox nuzzles under El’s chin, causing the girl to smile. Veda then moves swiftly into El’s lap, curling up there, El stroking her affectionately.
“At least he’s listening, and he seems to care” Veda states.
“He does care” the words come effortlessly from El’s mouth, and it surprises herself.
Veda cranes her neck to El and gives her a pointed look, and El shakes her head. She knows her Anima is teasing her, but she chooses to ignore her.
After a handful of minutes El finally rises to her feet and moves to her bag. She retrieves her dark clothing and gets dressed slowly. Eventually moving back to the bathroom to freshen up a bit.
When she’s done she looks at the clock beside her bed and the numbers flash 1:45 at her. El flopped back onto the bed and sighed heavily looking at the ceiling above her.
Her eyes grow heavy and she allows herself to drift off.
The moment El shuts the door to her room. The smile he had been giving her falls quickly to a frown. Not because of El, but because of everything he’s learned so far about her childhood, her upbringing, and the man who called himself her father.
Mike turns towards his kitchen sink and places both of his hands against it. Closing his eyes tightly as his body shakes with anger. He tries to hold back the scream that pounds against his chest he so desperately wants to release.
“Mike, you’ve got to calm down a bit” Pitch says slowly by Mike’s side.
Mike lets out a long breath and then turns to his companion, he can’t help but give the wolf a glare.
“Calm? How do you expect me to stay calm after what El just told us?!” he strains, gesturing towards the door El just closed, as he attempts to keep his voice hushed.
Pitch rolls his eyes at Mike, “Freaking out about what we’ve just been told won’t help the situation, it won’t help El”.
Mike’s chest rises and falls quickly at Pitch’s words. He silently hates the beast for his rationality. No, freaking out and causing a scene won’t help El. He secretly hates how his companion is able to make sense most of the time.
Grumbling, Mike turns back to the sink and turns on the running water, rinsing off their plates from breakfast and placing them into his dishwasher, his brain mulling over everything El has shared with him.
Once he’s done with the dishes, Mike aimlessly walks towards his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He mindlessly ruffles through his casual clothing, pulling on a pair of faded jeans and one of his favorite Star Wars t-shirts.
He moves to his bathroom and begins to brush his teeth, staring at his reflection the entire time.
“What do I do?” he asks himself. He feels as if there’s everything and anything that he needs to do. Like, all the things El’s lost out on in her life, he wishes he could fix everything.
“But you can’t”, his brain reminds him and his brushing slows.
He spits into the sink and leans into it, his brain going a mile a minute.
“But, I can make it better,” he whispered to himself. And with a split decision, Mike hastily moves back to the kitchen and begins to rummage through his cabinets.
Mike has a couple of flashes of childhood memories of his mother always making him fresh hot chocolate when he was feeling down and it always seemed to cheer him up. Even though it was nowhere near winter, the thought of a warm beverage seemed to be the key.
As he pulls out a cooking pot, and the ingredients needed to make his intended drink, he stops and glances to El’s door, which still remains closed.
His shoulders sag, wondering if she’s okay. He glances at his microwave clock which flashes 2:02 at him.
“Give her time” Pitch states from his spot on the floor where he is curled up and lets out a short yawn.
Mike sighs, “I know” he says softly and turns back to his task at hand.
He eventually gets wrapped up in his thoughts as he continues to bustle through his kitchen. Time seems to slip away as he prepares not just the hot chocolate for El, but also a couple plates full of snacks that he has on hand.
Just as Mike places one of his mismatched plates onto his grey speckled countertop, he freezes slightly, recalling this morning when he had handed El a plate.
He was certain the reason she had almost dropped the plate was when their hands gently brushed up against one another’s. It was a lightning fast sensation that traveled all throughout his body. It seemed to happen every time they touched, and if Mike wasn’t lying, he secretly enjoyed it.
His mind began to wander when El had talked about her past shaved head, and truthfully, Mike believed that she would have looked beautiful no matter how her hair looked. But, the way her warm brown curls cascaded around her face, and the shy smile she gave him after he complimented her hair almost caused him to faint right there. He wasn’t sure what this girl, who was a stranger not even twenty-four hours ago, was doing to him.
Just as he finished setting up the plates with an assortment of cheese and crackers, he glanced at the clock, which now read 2:46, and just as he moved his head to El’s door, it popped open.
He startled slightly not expecting El to open it the moment he looked at the door, but he ducked his head back to the plate and only looked up when El came to stand across from him.
Lifting his head, he smiles easily, and El gives him one in return, “Hey” he says softly, giving her a quick once over.
It surprises him slightly to see her dressed in so much black, it fits her, but it also doesn’t scream ‘El’ to him.
“Hi” she squeaks back as her mouth opens widely, as she tries to stuff the yawn that takes over.
She laughs, “Sorry, just tired” she apologizes.
Mike shakes his head, “No need to apologize, did you take a nap?”
El nods, “Yeah, I kind of drifted off there” she shrugs her shoulders.
“That’s okay, this morning was a lot” his voice is gentle.
El sighs, “Mhm, and there’s more where that came from” she tries to joke, but Mike can see that there’s a lot weighing on her, and it’s exhausting.
So, he decides to pull her from wherever her thoughts take her by raising the plate before her, she eyes it curiously, “Why don’t we move to the living room, we don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to. But, I got us some snacks and homemade hot chocolate too!” he winces at the excitement that finds its way to his voice.
El giggles lightly at his enthusiasm, but then her brows furrow, causing a slight concern to rifle through Mike.
She tilts her head in the most adorable way possible, “What’s...hot chocolate?” she gives him a stare.
Mike tries to stop his mouth from falling open in shock, but fails to do so. He sees a light blush covering El’s cheeks at her question as she shys away.
He shakes his head though, “Oh, uhm...it’s this really warm drink, it’s made out of milk and melted chocolate, I mean, you can by it in powder form too but this is better, and most people drink it when it’s cold and-” he stops short, and laughs awkwardly, “Sorry, I’m rambling”.
And at this El giggles, “It’s fine, I actually prefer it when someone explains things to me instead of just ostracizing me for not knowing what they’re talking about,” she explains.
Mike’s shoulders drop and he gives her a gentle look, he then moves towards the stove where the hot chocolate had been cooling slightly. He then divides out two cups into his mugs he has sitting nearby.
He places them before El and her eyes widen as she peers into the mugs.
“Hold on!” Mike says excitedly as he moves towards his fridge and removes a can of whip cream. He shakes it quickly and then squirts out two perfect twirls of whipped cream onto the warm beverage.
He picks up the leftover pieces of chocolate he shredded and sprinkles it on top.
“There! Perfect!” he steps back, placing his hands on his hips proudly.
El’s face lights up as a bright, genuine smile dances across her face.
“Go ahead, try it” he gestures towards the mug.
El gives him a tentative look, the smile never leaving her face as she reaches for the mug. Her eyes flash to his once again and he nods in encouragement.
With wide eyes El brings the mug to her lips and takes a small sip, her eyes glittering.
She swallows, “That’s...amazing!” She cheers as she pulls the cup back to her face as she takes another drink from the mug.
She hums in contentment.
Mike watches her and can’t help but feel giddy at being the first person to introduce her to his favorite drink.
When she pulls the mug away the second time though, he can’t help but outwardly laugh, catching El by surprise, “What?” she asks so innocently, Mike could have melted right there.
He leans forward across his small island, and El follows suit, leaning in as well. Mike gestures towards her upper lip, “You’ve got cream on your lip and nose” he laughs.
El’s eyes widen as she tries to wipe it away, but smudges it even more. Mike chuckles again, leaning closer to her. “Here, let me” and he slowly reaches his hand forward to the girl who freezes and watches as his hand approaches her face.
He hooks his finger and gets what’s left of the cream off of her face, he’s so focused on the task, he doesn’t realize how close he and El are. So, it’s no surprise that both of them are met with wide eyes from each other when they realize they are only a breath away.
Their eyes meet, and Mike is astounded to see that up close El’s eyes aren’t just a rich amber, but they are flecked with golden sparkles that enrapture him completely. He’s completely mesmerized by the woman before him.
His eyes flicker from her eyes and then unconsciously to her lips, and then back up to her eyes. He watches her eyes move, he’s pretty sure they flick to his lips as well.
It could be so easy, he decides, to just lean in and...before his mind can go any further, El lets out a light giggle, pulling him from his impending thoughts. He can’t help but chuckle as well, as they both duck their heads shyly, both of their cheeks lighting up to bright red. They both slowly leaned back from the counter, the interesting encounter causing them both to fluster a bit.
Mike rubs the back of his neck, “Uh, so...want to move to the living room? I’ve got some snacks as well” he gestures to the plate of snacks on the counter. El gives him a shy nod as she grabs her mug, and Mike follows suit, grabbing his own and then the plate of snacks.
El allows Mike to take the lead as he walks into the living room, he sets the plate of snacks down on the table, as he sits down on his small loveseat.
His eyes move to El, who seems hesitant as she stands awkwardly, not knowing where to sit.
So, Mike eliminates her uncertainty and pats the seat next to him. “Here, you can sit here” he tries to not sound awkward, but he’s pretty sure that he fails miserably.
But El gives him a warm look and moves to the empty seat. She tucks her knees up underneath her and leans into the back of the couch, her mug of warm hot chocolate locked in her grip.
Mike nervously takes a sip of his own hot chocolate, and quips an eyebrow up at her, “Uhm, are you feeling better?”
El nods slowly, she holds up her mug, “This is great, makes me feel warm” she tucks her shoulders inward.
“I know right, my mom always made it for me when I felt down, I thought you might enjoy it” he shrugs sheepishly.
He watches as El's face lights up, but then a frown pulls at her face, she looks down at her hands. Her thumb strokes the glass slowly, “I...I never had someone do stuff like this before, it’s...nice” she comments looking back up at him.
Mike wants to take her in his arms and just hold her tight, to give her everything that she never had, but he knows right now she needs him to just be there, so he looks at her and grins, “Well, I’m glad I’m able to make you feel better”.
El hums in agreement, “You’ve been wonderful, Mike” she says softly, and it makes Mike’s heart melt.
Before he can say anything, El continues, “I’ve only really had Kali in my life who’s been consistent, but even after we escaped from the lab, life wasn’t easy”.
Mike sits rapt with attention, making sure she knows he’s listening.
“Where did you go after?” he asks.
El sighs, “Well, Kali said we needed to get out of Indiana, so we-” she starts, but Mike sits up straight at her words, causing her to stop abruptly.
“Wait, Indiana?!” His voice is tight.
El gives him a curious look, “Yeah? That’s where the lab was”.
Mike feels a bit dumbfounded, he leans closer to her, one hand is gripping his mug firmly, the other holds up a hand between them, “You...you don’t mean Hawkins...do you?” he asks slowly.
He watches as El’s eyes widen, “Yes...Hawkins…Hawkins lab is where I was born” she’s giving him a look of uncertainty.
It all clicks suddenly. Mike turns to place his mug on his coffee table and then leans forward in his seat rubbing his hands anxiously against his legs.
El copies his movements and leans closer to him, he feels her gentle hand rest against his shoulder, “Mike...are you okay?” she questions.
Mike nods effortlessly, as he moves his head calmly towards her. El peers at him with an anxious expression.
“Mike, what’s wrong?” she says worriedly.
But, it’s not nerves that has Mike feeling this way, it’s a realization. He opens his mouth to speak, “Hawkins, Indiana, that’s where I was born, I lived there” he can’t help but let out a laugh.
He feels El’s hand tightened on his shoulder.
“What?” is all she’s able to choke out.
Mike shakes his head, “I grew up there, my friends and I moved to New York for college”.
El pulls away from him, her body freezes.
“This...this is too weird” she laughs lightly, clapping her hands on her lap in surprise.
“Yeah, it really is,” Mike agrees.
“So, you were there, the whole time I-” he stops short, another realization hitting him.
He runs a hand through his hair in disbelief, “Hawkins Lab, they shut that place down years ago, I remember, there was this huge debacle over what went on there and-” he looks at El with wide eyes.
“Dr. Brenner,” he whispers.
El nods, “Papa” is what she says and Mike’s heart sinks.
He can’t believe it. All this time...she was right there, barely five miles away.
Once again El places her hand on Mike, this time his thigh, he turns to look at her with a sad look. She gave him a soft expression, “Mike” she said gently, “There was nothing you could have done”.
It was like she had read his mind. He swallows hard, holding back the anger for himself, for the man who abused this wonderful woman before him. His fingers tightened into fists.
“I could have” is what he says, and El shakes her head quickly.
“No. Dr. Brenner kept us locked up tight, you would’ve never known we were there” she says sadly.
Mike tucks his lips in tightly unable to follow how weird everything about his and El’s meeting had continued to get.
“Besides...you’re doing something now, whether you meant to or not” El says lightly, giving Mike a smile.
He sighs, she’s right, and he knows it. It’s a fact that he’s constantly been fighting with since he’s met El.
Mike unravels his fist and moves it slowly so that he can place it on top of El’s, they stare into each other’s eyes.
“I promise to keep you safe,” he affirms, knowing that no, he couldn’t do anything before, but he could do everything now.
El’s eyes widen at his declaration, he watches as her eyes glisten, and she bows her head, shyly looking at him, “Thank you Mike” she whispers.
And Mike knows right then and there he will do everything in his power to protect El.
The day passes on in a daze as she and Mike sit and continue to share their stories. El is honestly still swirling with emotions about everything that has gone on, everything that they’ve shared.
After the realization that Mike had grown up in Hawkins, Mike had taken that moment to go on and explain his childhood. His school, his best friends and how he and his friends all went to New York together and that he and two of them worked together.
El marveled as to how effortlessly Mike explained his childhood memories. They found themselves both with one leg up on the loveseat, turned towards one another. El propped herself up with her right elbow, resting her head gently against her hand as a smile never left her face as Mike recounted animatedly his memories.
She enjoyed the way he talked with his hands, and the way his eyes danced with a lightness she’s never seen before. As he wove from one story to the next, time melted away, and so did her anxiety about the whole situation she found herself in.
He stopped at one point bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck, an adorable nervous habit she enjoyed watching. He rose to his feet and called in a pizza.
It didn’t take long for the delivery to come, and El found herself and Mike curled up once again on the couch enjoying the warm, cheesy food.
Pitch and Veda had found themselves curled up by one another as she and Mike continued to talk. She immediately felt the warmth and comfort overwhelm her as both of their Anima’s layed near one another, it made her feel dizzy with satisfaction.
As the night went on she had finally finished her story, recounting how she and Kali took a greyhound to Chicago, but they were only there for a couple of years before Kali had discovered that the bad men had been tailing them.
They had fled to New York and met the gang with whom they had lived with.
El then went on to talk about how Kali became obsessed with tracking down the bad men and eliminating them. Of course, she had told Mike about how Kali had abused El’s power, using her to track down the men.
“That’s awful El” Mike had stated, and El shrugged her shoulders.
“I know, but she’s my sister, she’s all I had” her voice was heavy with sadness.
Mike nods slowly.
“I have to find her” El finally states as she begins to pull at a loose string on her pants.
She hears Mike sigh heavily, he then reaches out a hand and touches her elbow, “We will El. Now that I know what’s happened, I’ll help you find her” he smiles warmly at her.
El softens, “I really can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done”.
Mike gives her a pointed look, “Hey, we’re in this together now, you can’t get rid of me that easily”.
El laughs at this and then looks at his hand, “Hey, I’m pretty sure you’ve told me every story about your childhood, but...you’ve never said anything about your powers”.
Mike gives a half smile at this, “Yeah, I guess it’s just because it’s always been a part of me, my friends have known forever, and I don’t use them often,” he shrugs.
El nods at his explanation.
He huffs again, “I think I was born with them?” he says uncertainly.
“I first found out about them when my friend Will fell off his bike and broke his wrist when we were nine” he begins to recount the memory.
“We all rushed to his side and I grabbed his arm and I remember wishing I could do something about it, then...Pitch was a frog at the time, he was just sitting on my knee, and it was like...a weird connection between us, and my hand started to glow”.
“Then, Will winced in pain and, then his arm was fine” Mike shook his head in his own disbelief.
“We didn’t understand it then, but overtime I began to figure out that it had something to do with Pitch and mine’s connection. You see-” he gestures to Pitch, “I can only use my powers when Pitch is touching me”.
El frowns at this, “Really?” she questions.
Mike nods, “Yeah, and depending on the injury I can only heal so much, like your leg” he gestures to her said ligament.
“I never really practiced, only used them when necessary,'' he finishes.
“No one ever found out about them?” El can’t help but question.
Mike shook his head, “No, you see, my friends and I have an old pact, ‘friends don’t lie’, and we don’t share each other's secrets either” he smiles.
“What about your parents?” she questions.
“They knew, but thought it was kind of weird, so they kind of ignored it, I guess it was..” He falters.
“Safer,” El adds.
“Yeah, that too,” Mike agrees.
A silence falls between them, and a yawn escapes her mouth, Mike laughs.
“Tired?” he asks her gently.
She nods, but then casually glances at the clock in Mike’s living room, it only read 8:37.
“I’m not ready to go to bed though,” she says, her mind still reeling with all the new information.
Mike chuckles, he then reaches forward for a remote he points it at the t.v. and it flicks on.
“Here, we can watch this for a while” he then turns to face the t.v. kicking his feet onto his coffee table.
El can’t help but turn and copy Mike’s movements.
His couch isn’t huge, so their shoulders brush against one another. She can feel Mike’s eyes on her and she looks up at him.
Their eyes meet and soft smiles grace each other's features. He does a sideways nod towards the t.v. “Are you good with an old classic?” he asks.
El turns her head halfway, not wanting to pull her attention from Mike’s face. She had enjoyed their closeness this afternoon when Mike had introduced her to hot chocolate. But, the electricity that hung between them had almost been too much for her, and so she had shyly pulled away.
Her eyes saw that The Little Mermaid was playing on the screen and she secretly smiled. She turned back to Mike and gave him a winning smile, “It’s one of my favorites”.
And with that, they stayed on the couch, comfortable with just each other’s presence.
Notes:
Okay, I know there isn't much interaction with the Anima’s this chapter, but they will play a bigger role in later chapters.
What do you guys think? Kind of needed to get El’s and some of Mike’s background out and I hope you all liked it! I love writing Mike and El’s interaction, it’s my favorite part of these stories.
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Chapter 5: A Close Encounter
Notes:
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Chapter Text
Sweat is pouring down her face, the salty residue stinging her eyes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
“Again! You. Must. Try. HARDER, ELEVEN!” His voice is like razor blades against her ears.
She takes in a shuddering breath, raising her head slightly, she can see through the two way mirror, her eyes meet his.
His eyes, fiery, but at the same time cool as ice, wide with greed and impatience.
His companion is tight around his neck, almost like a wool scarf for the winter. The weasel gives her the same beady stare.
A shiver runs up her spine.
“Eleven!” he barks at her, causing her to stumble slightly on her unstable legs that feel like jelly beneath her.
“Do as you're told, or you know what will happen!” he growls, pointing to his left.
She lets out a strained cry as she turns to the other room beside her.
“El!” a little voice squeaks and El’s heart breaks.
There, her Anima laid trapped, a burly man holding a cattle prod to the companion’s side.
“Don’t” El whimpers, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.
“Then do as your-” but the man doesn’t finish.
El whips her head to the man, everything seems frozen, there’s no sound, no nothing.
She furrows her brows. And then, everything around her seems to hum, and it all washes away.
El holds up her hands, blocking the blinding light that envelops her. She starts to shake, not knowing what’s going on.
Slowly, she lowers her hands and it’s different.
Now, everything around her is a rich green. Her eyes scanned around her new environment. She’s in a lush forest. The birds are chirping, and the sun cascades around her, the warmth envelops her and for once she feels her body relax.
“El, come on!” she feels a tug on her elbow.
Startled, El turns to the familiar voice, and her heart hums, when she sees it’s him. The rich dark eyes, the tangle of deep black hair, his lopsided smile.
He’s pulling her along, and El follows like a lost puppy.
They’re laughing as they run together, their hands intertwined, as if that’s how they’re always meant to be.
She follows him up a hill, and they come to a stop at the peak. He turns to her, and it’s only love she sees on his face.
Her face flushes at the realization, and does so even more when he reaches forward a gentle hand and places it delicately on her face.
He begins to tilt his head down towards hers, and she immediately pushes herself forward. Her eyes flutter close as she feels his breath mingling with her own.
Their lips meet.
With a quick intake of breath El’s eyes open widely, and she blinks away the dream and sleep that still remains.
She doesn’t move as she slowly takes in her surroundings. Her body is incredibly warm, but not in a bad way, she feels comfortable and at ease.
Her eyes scanned her environment as she recognized the couch and small living room quickly.
‘Right’ her brain reminds her, she’s at Mike’s place.
She settles slightly, but is immediately put on high alert when a movement comes from beneath her.
As fast as lightning, she moves her head and her eyes widen once again when she realizes why she is so warm and comfortable: she’s curled up into Mike’s embrace.
‘We must have fallen asleep!’ her voice screams through her head. She blearily remembers them sitting very close to one another as they watched The Little Mermaid on Mike’s t.v.
She faintly remembers unconsciously singing along to her favorite songs, Mike looking at her in awe, not saying anything, but then smiling that gorgeous smile of his as he began to sing right alongside her.
Truthfully, she couldn’t believe it, and after finishing ‘A Part of Your World’, she couldn’t help but tease him slightly. He tried to hold it to the fact that he had a much younger sister that he watched a lot, and with that came hours of Disney movies.
She remembers settling into Mike’s side comfortably, and him not saying anything to her closeness, which made her grin with glee. It was just after ‘Kiss The Girl’ did El’s eyes begin to get heavy with sleep, her thoughts mingling with what it would be like if she and Mike were in Ariel’s and Eric’s place.
Now, she found herself very aware of how close she and Mike were now. She’s not sure how it had happened but Mike’s body was tilted to the far end of the couch, his long legs stretched out.
She must have followed his movements in the night because her body laid half across his upper chest, while her knees were bent into his. Honestly, she’s not sure how either of them had managed to stay comfortable like this throughout the entire night, but, to El, aside from the first part of her horrible dream, she had slept soundly, more so than she ever had in her life.
While she processes this throughout her mind, Mike lets out a deep exhale, his breath reaching El’s face, and she’s wondering if that’s what had awoken her. She can’t help but to take this moment and just lay there.
Something about Mike alured her as her eyes greedily scanned his face, once again marveling at his freckles; she's pretty sure she has a dopey grin upon her face.
But, she sighs heavily, feeling as if she should probably move and not let this moment get any awkward. So, she begins to rise, but she’s stopped immediately by a force, Mike shifts, “Dn...no...dn...go” his face furrows and El realizes that Mike’s left arm is looped around her back and he’s holding her firmly against him.
He’s not letting her go anywhere. El huffs, but she can’t help but feel slightly joyful at the feeling of Mike holding her tightly, and not allowing her to move.
Truthfully, she would have allowed him to just hold her there until he awoke, but, there’s a pressing need to empty her bladder, and she needs to get up.
So, as much as she wants to stay in Mike’s arms, she scoots forward so her face is level with his, and she begins to shake his shoulder with her free arm.
“Mike” she says softly, jostling him lightly.
“Hmmm” he groans, his face scrunching in a way that makes El’s heart swoon.
She can’t help but giggle “Miiiike” she sing songs again.
“What” he grumbles, and El realizes that the man beneath her is not a morning person.
“I...I uh...need to get up” her voice was a little louder this time.
This time El watches as Mike’s eyes begin to stir beneath his eyelids, and they finally flutter open. She’s met with his dark eyes, and his face scrunches up, but then softens.
El freezes in the next moment as Mike’s hand comes up and brushes away her stray, frizzing hair from her face, “Pretty” he whispers as his eyes scanned her face.
She’s pretty sure she flushes a million shades of red at the compliment, she lets out a nervous giggle, “Uh, Mike?”
And at this, it seems Mike is finally brought back from the realm of sleep. He blinks hurriedly a couple of times before shaking his head.
“El?” His voice is full of confusion and heavy from sleep.
She nods at him, “Yeah, uhm, hi, we uh....we fell asleep” she shrugs her shoulders.
Mike blinks again, “We did?” he asks.
El nods her head again, “Yeah, and uhm...I need to go to the bathroom but-” she then tries to move and then Mike’s eyes are wide open realizing he’s holding her down with one arm while his other hand is still resting on her cheek.
El smiles shyly at him.
“Oh my gosh!” he then says, moving so that they both sit up together, his arms moving away from her quickly.
His face erupts into a brilliant shade of red.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” he says guiltily as he gestures between them. “I didn’t mean to hold you like that” he shakes his head.
El eyes him, but then giggles, “It’s okay Mike, it’s not like we meant for that to happen” she shrugs.
Mike peeks up at her, his face still very red, and El wants to reassure him, so she gives him a gentle smile, “Besides, it’s not a bad way to wake up”.
And at her words Mike brightens, “Really?” he asks, and El nods shyly, “Yeah, it was nice” and now she’s sure her face is as red as his.
“I usually have nightmares, and I started to have one but...it changed, it was...nice” she whispered, her eyes meeting his and now she’s really embarrassed because what she was referring to as nice in her dream was the moment their lips touched.
She then shakes her head, standing while tucking her stray hair behind her ear.
“I just need to run to the bathroom real quick” she then gestures to the spare bedroom.
Mike nods, ruffling his own hair, “Yeah, yeah no worries, I’ll...see you in a bit” and El can’t help but hide her giggle as Mike winces at his own words as El gives him one last wave before she disappears behind the corner.
She lets go of the breath she doesn’t realize that she’s holding the moment she walks into the spare bedroom, making her way to the bathroom slightly dizzy from the way Mike looked at her.
After she’s done in the bathroom, El can’t help but be startled when a familiar voice breaks her from her thoughts, as she walks back into the bedroom, “Well, you looked comfy this morning” Veda sits stoically on the bed, a knowing look gracing her features.
El huffs, barely giving her companion a second look as she walks over to her bag to retrieve her clothes for the day.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” she tries to sound nonchalant, but she knows she fails miserably.
Veda lets out a barking laugh, “Oh, as if I can’t feel what you’re feeling right now”.
El freezes, wincing slightly.
“Your rapidly beating heart, your nervous demeanor, and...the thrill of happiness and dare I say, enchantment, that is coursing through you?” The fox now moves to swirl about El’s legs.
Even though El has always enjoyed that no matter where she went in life, she always had someone by her side. The only problem was, her companion knew everything about her. El couldn’t hide her feelings well, not that she could honestly hide them from her Anima anyways.
El fiddles with her only other shirt that she managed to grab from the warehouse nervously between her hands. She looks down at the fox who is already staring back at her.
“Well, what about you? Cozying up to Pitch like that?” El tries to defend herself and the fox only grins more.
“I’m a figment of your soul, as is Pitch to Mike, we are drawn to one another as our humans are to each other”.
El can’t help but blink at her companion’s words.
“What?” is all she can say, her hands falling to her sides.
“El, there’s a mutual attraction between the both of you, Pitch and I wouldn’t be drawn to one another if there wasn’t” Veda muses.
El feels her face flush slightly, “Mike...likes me?” her voice is uncertain.
Veda shrugs, “Maybe, I’m just saying, when two Anima’s are drawn to one another, it’s not usually because we hate each other” she jokes.
El takes in Veda’s words, sitting down on the bed, feeling a bit dumbstruck.
She glanced over her shoulder to look out the halfway closed door, in which the kitchen is partially visible, knowing that Mike is out there.
Her heart hums within her chest, not sure she knows how she’s supposed to feel.
Mike, the man who rescued her barely two days ago, a complete stranger, and now...now she felt something entirely new, something she’s never felt before.
And before she can even finish the thought, she stands to her feet, heart pounding and body shaking, El tries to push away the feeling that came to her mind.
Grabbing a hold of the t-shirt she wore yesterday and pulling it over her head, her mind still racing as she dressed for the day.
He’s pretty sure he’s never felt this embarrassed in his life.
Sure, Mike being who he is has had a healthy dose of embarrassing moments throughout his life. But, this was completely different, for, he had fallen asleep with a girl he barely knew and kept her wrapped in his arms most of the night.
He’s not one hundred percent sure how they ended up in their predicament, but he faintly remembers them cozied up on his couch watching The Little Mermaid.
Mike had enjoyed the way El sang along to the songs, knowing them by heart. He was enraptured by her smooth, gentle voice as her eyes lit up watching the movie.
He had caught himself staring at the girl who was lightly pressed into his side, and found himself unable to pull away.
When she caught him staring, he couldn’t help but smile, and began to sing along with her.
His heart filled with excitement at the way she brightened as they sang along together. Yes, he knew he didn’t have the greatest singing voice, but he couldn’t ignore the way their voices seemed to meld together into a unique harmony.
She had picked on him slightly, poking him in the side for knowing the songs from a children’s movie. He knew she was picking and he was happy that he did have his little sister to blame for his knowledge on most Disney movies.
But, El didn’t care, as they continued to sing along softly to the next couple of songs.
He couldn’t help but flush when the song ‘Kiss the Girl’ came on screen, and El was silent as she watched with heavy lids the scene unfold before them.
Truthfully, after their little hot chocolate incident, the thought of kissing her was something that continued to weave itself in and out of his mind. There was something about El that intrigued him in more ways than not. It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
Even though El was a brand new person in his life, it was as if he felt like he had known her somehow, yet he had only a glimpse as to who she was, what she had gone through.
Eventually, Mike felt a soft pressure against his shoulder and he glanced down. El’s head had fallen against his shoulder, and peeking down at her, he could see that she was asleep.
A gentle smile graced his lips as he took in her serene expression, her breathing soft.
As carefully as he could, Mike reached around with his right arm and tugged at the blanket that hung on the couch.
He then tossed it over both of them, creating a warm cocoon. El then snuggled deeper into his presence, and Mike’s heart quickened. He sighed softly as he slowly rested his head against hers, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t mind.
And it didn’t take him long to pass out either.
Then, the next thing he knew, he was being rustled from a very peaceful dream that involved him and El as the stars.
He could remember in the dream how they laughed together, their hands mingling together, the happiness that connected them together.
Only to be interrupted by an incessant shaking. Barely coming out of his dream state, he could feel a warm pressure against him trying to move away, but it was so comfortable he didn’t want it to go away.
So, he pulled it back against him. However, when the shaking and a familiar voice became a bit more distinct, he finally began to wake.
And when his eyes groggily opened he was met by the most beautiful sight in the world, a sight that he wanted to be graced with each time he awoke.
The woman spoke to him in a gentle voice as she smiled at him. Her hair dancing in his face, he couldn’t resist and raised a hand to push it back slightly, revealing the beautiful woman's full face.
“Pretty” the words flowed effortlessly from his mouth.
And he watched the woman blush at his words as she still tried to rouse him from his disoriented state.
“Uh...Mike?” finally he recognized the voice.
“El?” he had asked.
And it was then he realized he had trapped the poor girl in his embrace.
So, with flushing cheeks, he very quickly awoke fully and pushed them both to a sitting position, apologizing profusely to the girl.
He was pretty sure she was going to see him as some creep, or weirdo as his head began to fill with doubt.
But then, she smiled.
“It’s okay Mike, it’s not like we meant for that to happen” she shrugged giggling at him.
Mike had peeked a look at her, and then her next words really hit him, “Besides, it’s not a bad way to wake up”.
He felt his heart soar, “Really?” he asked, while El nodded shyly, “Yeah, it was nice”.
And then he was pretty sure he was on cloud nine. A beautiful woman had just reassured him that it was okay they had slept together and she thought it was nice.
He sat there dumbfounded for a bit as El excused herself to the bathroom, his eyes following her the entire way.
Once she was around the corner, Mike flopped his back into the couch cushions sighing softly.
He would have gladly stayed in his reviere if Pitch didn’t start laughing at him.
Mike lifted his head quickly and glared at his companion who had risen to his feet, shaking his fur straight.
“What are you laughing at?” Mike grumbled.
Pitch shook his burly head, “Oh, nothing” he said approaching Mike, his tail swishing higher than usual.
“Just, seems that you two were getting pretty comfy with one another” he gives Mike a look.
Mike reaches out and pushes his companions head teasingly, “Shut up” he growls, casting a quick glance at the spare bedroom, making sure El wasn’t approaching him.
“Ah, you totally enjoyed that, didn’t you?” Pitch continues to tease him.
Mike tries to hide the blush that he knows is starting to form on his face once again, as he silently wishes he wasn’t so fair skinned.
But then, he bites back, “Yeah, and what about you and Veda?” he raises an eyebrow to the wolf who shrugs nonchalantly.
“Why do you think that happened?” Pitch’s question causes Mike to stir slightly.
“What do you mean?” Mike asks.
Pitch sighs, “Mike, Veda and I are an extension on yours and El’s souls, what you feel, we feel, it’s only natural for us to be drawn to one another if you two are”.
Mike ponders Pitch’s statement within his head. ‘Does El like me?’ the thought echoed through his mind.
But, before he can think too much of it, not wanting to get his hopes up, Mike huffs and stands to his feet quickly.
His socked feet pad quietly through his apartment as he stops in the kitchen, for some reason he turns towards the spare bedroom, and his eyes widen at the sight he sees.
He knows he should look away, that he shouldn’t be ogling the most beautiful woman he’s seen in his life, but he can’t tear his eyes away.
Just through the small crack he see’s El, he can hear her light voice whispering, he assumes to Veda, when she suddenly reaches down her stomach and pulls her shirt off of her body. For a couple of seconds, as El fiddles with a new shirt, Mike is allowed to see El in a state that should be reserved for only the person she chooses.
And he knows his pupils are blown as he takes in her slight, lean figure, her dark bra against her tanned skin. He feels a different stirring within him that is a bit more different than the initial attraction he had begun to feel for the girl.
Now, seeing her like this, he is somewhat ashamed to feel excited in a more intimate way, especially since El has no idea what he’s doing. Even though it’s only a couple of seconds that Mike watches her, takes her in, as she pulls a new shirt over her head, adjusting her flowing brown hair behind her, Mike can’t breathe.
El turns away and Mike finally blinks.
“Woah, even I felt that all the way to my-” Pitch starts, but then Mike shushes him quickly, because the spare bedroom door opens and El pads out, her eyes immediately finding him.
He doesn’t know what to do, because he’s just seen her with her shirt off, and it’s doing things to him he’s not proud of.
El casts him a curious look, “You okay? Your face is all red” she then points her finger around her face to demonstrate her question.
Mike blinks a couple of times before he shakes his head, “Oh! Uhm...yeah...yeah...no...I’m, okay I’m just...uh-” his stupid male brain is lacking all coordination now, especially since it traitorously wants to keep imagining El without her shirt on.
“Uh-” he tries again and now El is laughing at his stuttering.
“I’m...I’m just going to go change real quick” he states quickly pointing to the direction of his room, feeling El’s eyes on him as he leaves.
Shutting the door behind him, Mike lets out a long breath, trying to gain his senses. But, he can’t, not after what he just saw.
So, with one last huff of breath, Mike stands to his feet and rushes to his shower throwing it on the coldest setting possible, willing his thoughts of El to drain away.
She finds it slightly weird the way Mike acts when she enters the kitchen. He seemed to be embarrassed for some reason, and she began to overthink as Mike hurriedly disappeared behind his bedroom door.
Her face falls believing that he was uncomfortable with what had occurred between them this morning.
“Don’t worry so much” Pitch’s voice brought her back to the present moment.
“Excuse me?” she furrows her brow to the dark wolf who sits licking his paw.
He laughs, “Apparently it’s something you both have in common, you worry too much about what other people think,'' he casts a heavy look in her direction.
“What do you mean?” She approaches the Anima slowly.
He shakes his head, sighing before he speaks, “It’s not for me to say but-” and then he looks past El’s leg, and El follows his gaze, which lands on Veda, who’s giving the wolf a very pointed look.
Pitch huffs, “It’s something for both of you to figure out. You’ll get there eventually. But, I wouldn’t worry about Mike, he enjoys your company” the wolf says smoothly as he moves past El to lay on his bed.
El isn’t quite sure what the wolf was getting at, but the way he tried to calm her down from her own traitorous thoughts, it seemed to work. She could feel her shoulders dropping in relief, it was a weird sensation. Of course she had multiple interactions with Anima’s in her life, but there was something different about the way Pitch spoke to her.
It was calming, and reassuring. His voice was delicate, almost as if he knew just how to calm El down from her previous state. In one way, it was pleasant, in another, it was terrifying.
But before El could think too much about the situation, Mike’s bedroom door opened, and her attention went to the man who exited the room. He gave her a shy smile, and El couldn’t help but swoon slightly at his appearance.
His hair was damp and curled in a million more directions than it did when it was dry. He was wearing another graphic t-shirt, this one displaying a large pixelated dragon breathing fire down onto a knight. His pants were faded and baggy, and hung off his hips in such an alluring way that El felt her stomach knot.
He approached her slowly, “Hey” he said nodding to her a small smile teasing across his face, “You okay, your face is-” he stops, and gestures just as she did earlier, she watches him hold back a laugh as she takes a sudden inhale of breath, clasping both of her hands onto her probably red cheeks.
“Oh!” she starts as she shakes her head, trying to fight the blush she knows is there.
“Yeah, I’m-” she stops, thinking of what she should say, but then, something overtakes her and she takes a step into a very unfamiliar zone.
“I’m just not used to seeing such an-” and she stops, thinking of the right word without coming off as too forward, but then Mike tilts his head in such an adorable way that it flows effortlessly from her mouth, “Such a handsome man...is all” and she watches as Mike’s eyebrows lift so high they almost disappeared into his hairline.
His face lights up once again, but he ducks his head as he once again displays that dopey smile she’s come to adore.
“You...you think I’m handsome?” he asked, taking a step towards her, his hands rooted into his pockets.
El follows his lead, moving towards him as well as she fiddles with the hemline of her shirt, sneaking a glance up at him.
And now, they’re barely a foot away from each other, and El feels her heart hammering against her ribcage, even more so when Mike looks at her once again.
It’s as if he’s taking her all in, like a delicate photograph, and El melts at his gaze.
He laughs lightly, “I’ve never been called handsome before, only by my mom or a family member” he brings one of his hands out of his pocket, ruffling it through his damp hair.
It’s El’s turn to duck her head slightly but then looks back up at him, with which she hopes is an endearing look she so wants him to see. “Well, that’s too bad, because you are, and-” she smiles up at him, in which she returns.
She has no idea where this type of bravery is coming from, it’s completely foreign to her. But, there’s something about Mike that makes her want to tell him everything, to let him know exactly what she’s starting to feel.
“And, you’re really sweet, and cute too” she shrugs shyly.
Mike’s eyes widen at her words, he moves just a breath closer, their eyes not leaving each other’s. And El’s a bit surprised when Mike’s hands find hers, and it’s like everything makes sense in the world.
“Well, you’re wonderful too, and...really pretty” he lets out a nervous laugh as he intertwines their fingers together.
It’s there, in that space that El feels everything all at once. Even though it’s only been two days that she’s spent with Mike, it’s felt like a lifetime. And she can tell that he feels it too.
There’s an undeniable pull between them, and even though she’s tried to desperately shrug it off. That this wasn’t something that was normal, you didn’t fall for people you just met, but here she was, eating her words. It’s as if Mike had always been waiting for her, and now was her chance.
Mike continues to give her a gentle look. His eyes flicker to her lips, and she does the same.
He’s a bit taller than her, so when he begins to bend down, she feels herself pushing against her tiptoes, wanting to meet him halfway.
She’s never shared a kiss with anyone before, and even though her heart had always told her to wait, she felt that this was different.
El’s not really sure what is happening to her. She should be concerned with finding her sister, processing the last 48 hours. But, for some reason all she can do is think about Mike, and she feels immense guilt ripple through her. That doesn’t stop her though, as this other new and exciting feeling rips through her.
It’s too inviting, too hard to ignore. So, she pushes away the guilt, just for a moment as she allows her eyelids to flutter close as she feels Mike’s warm breath against her skin. She holds back a soft whimper as she feels them coming closer together, their lips almost grazing.
“MIKE! MIKE!” A very loud voice followed by an onslaught of loud banging makes both El and Mike spring apart as if struck by lightning, their eyes wide looking at one another.
El panics for two reasons, one: because she and Mike had almost kissed, and she was quite annoyed by the voice outside Mike’s door, and two: the someone who was pounding on Mike’s door could be anyone and her mind began to remind her why she was in Mike’s apartment in the first place: to stay safe.
Mike immediately sees El’s panicked expression and he holds out both his hands, trying to calm her down, “Hey, sorry, don’t worry, it's just my friend Dustin, I don-” he tries to explain, but then another onslaught of slamming comes against his door and both of them turn to look at the source of the sound.
“Dude, come on, open up, I know you’re in there!” Dustin’s muffled voice trails through.
Mike lets out a frustrated sigh, turning back to El, “Uh, look, I’ll just go out there and send him off, I’ll just be a second” he tries to reassure her, but she’s frozen in shock.
Mike softens, bringing a gentle hand to her face, and El’s eyes meet him, “Don’t worry, Dustin’s harmless, I won’t let anything happen to you”.
His voice is endearing, and El can only nod in understanding, Mike gives her a reassuring smile and departs for his door.
Mike waits for the pounding to stop, before he yanks the door open and moves so quickly, El only has a split second to hear his friend from the other side, “Dude, what the-” but the voices are lost the moment Mike closes the door behind him.
“El, hey, you okay?” Veda pads over to her quickly, and El can only shudder, “Yeah...yeah, I’m okay”.
But, El knows she’s not convincing and Veda opens her mouth to speak, when a commotion from the other side of the door brings their attention to it.
There’s some weird jiggling and a quick pound on the door that causes El to jump, when suddenly the door is thrown open, and El can only stand in her spot, frozen, when a curly haired man followed by a disgruntled looking Mike tumble through the door.
Once they recover, the curly haired man smiles widely at her as their eyes meet.
“Dustin, you can’t just come barging in here-!” Mike begins to yell, when his friend slaps him on the back laughing.
“I was so right, you are hiding a girl in your apartment!” The curly haired man laughs boldly and Mike can only turn to El and give her an apologetic look, as Mike shuts the door behind him.
El can only remain stagnant in her spot as the man approaches her with his hand outstretched, “Hey, I’m Dustin, one of Mike’s friends, and you must be his new girlfriend” his voice is light and teasing.
“Dustin!” Mike growls as the man stops just before her, Mike hot on his heels, pushing the man away from her.
“Dude! What’s your problem?” Dustin gives Mike a quick look as Mike comes to stand by El, which she is greatly appreciative for as she slowly sinks into his side.
Mike holds up a hand, “Dustin” he starts slowly, “There’s a lot here that you don’t understand” Mike gives his friend a tight look.
Dustin guaffs at him, “Mike, you don’t have to be so secretive if you have a girlfriend, you know we’d all understand” he quirked an eyebrow up at Mike.
Mike rolls his eyes, “It’s more than that Dustin it’s...it’s-” and he then lets out a long breath. And El can see that he’s struggling because, even though she feels a little giddy on the inside that Mike didn’t deny that she was his girlfriend, not that they were but something about it made her insides swirl, but he was trying to respect her own boundaries with everything she had told him.
So, El pushes her slight fear aside and places a gentle hand on Mike’s arm, he then turns to look at her, and she gives him a knowing smile, and a quick wink.
She turns to Dustin and offers her hand, “I’m El, it’s nice to meet you”.
And with that Dustin beams as he grabs her hand, shaking it quickly, “El, what a lovely name! Mike, you sure know how to pick them!”
And with one last huff from Mike, El can’t help but giggle at his awkwardness as she has just met one of Mike’s dearest friends.
Notes:
Okay, the ending was a little trickier than I thought it would be because I wasn’t sure how I wanted that last bit of interaction to go, but I think I know where I want to go from here.
I know it’s weird that Mike and El have only known each other for a couple of days and things are already moving along, but there’s a reason behind that, so I hope you all don’t think it’s too fast or anything.
But again, thank you so much for the last chapter’s reviews, and I’d really hope to hear what you all think of this one as well!
So, PLEASE REVIEW! I love hearing what you think! :)
Chapter 6: An Explanation
Notes:
Once again, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for the fantastic reviews! You are all wonderful! And I’m so happy that you enjoyed the last chapter! It was fun to bring Dustin into the story and now things are really going to start happening as well! So, I hope you all enjoy this next chapter!
Please read my little blurb at the end as well! :)
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He’s never actually wanted to kill anyone in his life, but he’s pretty sure he gets fairly close to feeling this way the moment Dustin begins to pound on his door. Interrupting his and El’s moment.
He honestly couldn’t believe how fast things had progressed between the two of them. And when he exited his room, freshly showered and not feeling as overwhelmed by his thoughts of El, he realized that he was only kidding himself the moment his eyes settled on her.
It surprised him to see El’s eyes widen when he approached her. The look was unfamiliar with him, never really having this kind of closeness with a girl in his life. Her face was soft, but her gaze was full of interest, he couldn’t help but watch as her eyes roamed his body.
And the feeling of awe washed over him like a bucket of cold water.
‘El’s checking me out, and...I think she likes what she sees’, his overcocky male brain teased him, and he quickly tried to push the thought away from the forefront of his mind. But then he saw her face redden suddenly, and he couldn’t help but pick on her slightly.
So, with a quick wit, he mimicked her gesture from this morning when she caught him red faced in the kitchen.
He loves the look she gives him, all shy and coy. But, her next words take his breath away.
‘Handsome’, the word engulfs his brain and shuts it down momentarily as he processes what she had just said to him.
Mike had only been called handsome by family members, never by a stunning woman who was gazing at him with such affection.
And then she called him ‘Cute’, with such a shy atonement, and he then found himself gravitating towards the girl. Her words tugged him closer, wanting to drown in everything she had to say. He couldn’t help but call her ‘Pretty’, in return, because she was. Honestly, she was beautiful, stunning, ravishing, any word he could think of, but for some reason, pretty, just seemed to fit her.
Then, he took both of her hands in his and intertwined them together. They fit perfectly, like they were always meant to be. She didn’t pull away, no, she crept closer to him as well.
Their eyes meet in a tender gaze, he looks away for just a moment to look down at her lips, and he knows exactly what he wants to do. And flicking his gaze back up to hers, he watches in awe as she does the same to him.
Taking a deep breath, Mike begins to lower himself towards the girl before him, and he feels her pushing upwards to meet him in the middle.
His heart sings, not believing that El, a woman who has just entered his life, could even want a guy like him. But, he follows the pull that is nearly irresistible, his eyes flutter shut, and their lips ghost each other slightly. And then, their moment is rapidly pulled away from them when his idiotic friend bangs on the door.
Mike’s irritated beyond belief as he scowls at the door, and wishes he could just let Dustin go away. But then he looks back to El who seems terrified, he attempts to reassure her, by giving her a warm look, a quick squeeze of both of her hands, and a promise that he will tell his friend to take a hike, and they can then return to whatever was happening between them.
Hastily, he approaches his apartment door and yanks it open, and barely leaves himself enough room to slink out. Dustin is right there, a surprised look on his face as Mike places both of his hands onto Dustin’s shoulders and pushes him away from the door, and with a swift kick of his leg, the door slams behind them.
“Mike, what the hell?” Dustin curses as Mike guides him away from his apartment.
Mike gives Dustin a glare as he removes his hands from his friends shoulders.
“Dustin, what the hell are you doing here!?” Mike gives the man a disgruntled look.
Dustin shakes his head wildly, and his shaggy Anima steps forward as well, “Mike, you seem startled?” Dart gives him an incredulous look.
Mike tries to neutralize his face, realizing then that he is acting weird.
But, he fails miserably as panic fills his body, and he’s sure he gives his feelings away immediately as his face falls.
“Yeah, man, you’re acting really weird” Dustin gives him a once over.
“Uhm...no I’m not” Mike tries to play it off, but Dustin gives him a half smirk as he crosses his arms in front of him.
He gestures towards Mike’s now closed apartment door, “What are you hiding in there?” a light tease dances on his words.
Mike pales, and Dustin springs at his reaction, “You’re totally hiding something in your apartment!” he moves quickly, but Mike is quicker as he holds his friend back.
“I’m not hiding anything!” Mike tries to argue as Dustin pushes him back against the door, slamming roughly against it, as Dustin tries to fish around his side to grab ahold of the handle.
“Dude, you totally are! If you weren’t you wouldn’t be trying to hold me back!” Dustin laughs in Mike’s face as he tries to hold his friend back.
“What are you hiding, a girl or something?” Dustin jokes once again, but his words cut Mike deep, knowing that his words were true.
Even though Mike has height to his advantage, Dustin is built a bit larger, which allows him to finally grab ahold of Mike’s arm that is gripped firmly around the handle of the door, and Dustin forces it just right, causing Mike to yelp slightly, as Dustin pushes them both through the door.
They stumble into his apartment, barely catching themselves so that they don’t tumble to the ground.
Mike’s anger washed over him, as he tried to scold his friend for just barging into his home uninvited.
And then, Dustin is teasing him about actually hiding a girl in his apartment, when Dustin’s eyes settle onto El, who is looking at them both with wide eyes.
Her gaze flicks to Mike’s, and he can see that she’s nervous, she has no idea who this man is. Mike gives her a soft apologetic look, and he watches her soften slightly.
He’s slightly annoyed when Dustin approaches her quickly, as El freezes slightly as he approaches her. So, Mike steps in quickly, pushing Dustin away slightly, as Mike moves to El’s side, a wave of protectiveness washing over him. He warms as he feels El move into his embrace slightly.
“Dude! What’s your problem?” Dustin gives Mike a quick look.
Mike’s not really sure where to begin, so with a heavy breath, he holds up a hand, “Dustin” he starts slowly, “There’s a lot here that you don’t understand” Mike gives his friend a tight look.
Dustin guaffs at him, “Mike, you don’t have to be so secretive if you have a girlfriend, you know we’d all understand” he smiles slyly at Mike.
Mike rolls his eyes, and he knows his cheeks are flushing at Dustin’s words, but he pushes that to the side for now, “It’s more than that Dustin it’s...it’s-” and he then lets out a long breath. He really doesn’t know what to say.
Truthfully, he was hoping to have a conversation with El about possibly talking to his friends about their situation. But, Dustin seems to have pushed that conversation out the window. Now, he doesn’t know what he should do without revealing too much that El might not want discussed.
But, before he can think further on the matter, he feels a gentle hand on his arm, he then turns to look down at El and she’s giving him a knowing smile, and then she flashes him a quick wink. His heart stutters in his chest as she watches the girl move forward, a new type of confidence radiating from her.
She turns to Dustin and offers her hand, “I’m El, it’s nice to meet you”, her voice is sweet.
And with that Dustin beams as he grabs her hand, shaking it quickly, “El, what a lovely name! Mike, you sure know how to pick them!”
Mike huffs at his friend, as El giggles and gives him a tender look from over her shoulder.
El drops Dustin’s hand and then returns to Mike’s side. She raises a hand and places it delicately on Mike’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze, a simple gesture letting him know that it’s okay.
Mike feels himself soften slightly, as he turns to look at the girl beside her, both giving each other a small smile.
“Huh, wow, you guys are definitely smitten with one another” Dustin’s teasing voice pulls the two back from their own little world.
Mike gives his friend a dirty look, in which Dustin shoots back with a crooked smile. Mike doesn’t even chance a look at El, because he’s pretty sure she’s probably just as embarrassed as he is.
“Dustin,” Mike grumbles. “Why don’t we go talk for a minute” Mike states through gritted teeth as he moves towards his friend and takes him roughly by the shoulder.
“Hey, watch the jacket!” Dustin cries as Mike leads him away.
Mike turns his head back slightly to El, “We’ll be right back” he says lightly and the girl gives him a small smile, nodding in understanding.
Once both he and Dustin are through in his bedroom, Mike shuts the door, and slowly turns to his friend, whom he can’t help but give a murderous glare.
Dustin is all smiles as he mozies around Mike’s room.
“Dustin, what the hell are you doing here anyways?” Mike shakes his head at his friend, throwing his hands up into the air.
His friend laughs, “Dude, don’t you remember? You said you wanted to meet up this weekend, well...it’s Sunday”, he gave him an exasperated look.
Mike slowly lowers his arms, as his face falls slightly.
‘Right’ he mentally face palms himself. He had told Dustin that he had wanted them to meet up before Monday.
But, that was before everything that had happened to him, that was before he met El, only a mere 48 hours ago.
He moves his shaking hands through his mess of black hair. ‘Had it been only two days since he met El?!’ his mind raced. It had felt like a lifetime for him because he was starting to not believe he had been truly living before he met her. Now, everything felt surreal.
“Wow, you’ve got it bad” Dustin drawls as he moves to pat Mike on the back in sympathy.
Mike meets his friend's eyes, “It’s not what you think” he tries to defend. Because, yes, he was pretty certain that both he and El had the same idea before Dustin interrupted them.
However, now that Mike was separated from the girl who changed his whole perspective on life, he now had a million questions flowing through his head. Like, was the almost kiss something that was prompted only by the passion of their flirting, or was it something entirely else?
Mike wasn’t sure if the emotions and life stories they had shared between one another had caused this reaction between them. For, with the depth of everything El had shared with him, he was bound to respond and empathize with her. Was he just acting on his primal male instincts?
‘No’, his heart fluttered in his chest. It wasn’t just human instinct, it was something else, and he knew that. But, now with a rational mind in place, he figured he should probably discuss it further with El, but not until he got rid of his friend first.
Dustin’s giving him an interesting look, “Then, my good friend, what in the world did I walk in on? You’ve never had a girl in your apartment, sans your sisters and Max” he shrugs his shoulders.
Mike sighs, he didn’t really know how to explain it, not without telling Dustin everything.
“Look” Mike says, holding his hands up, “I can’t tell you everything, not without El’s permission”, he begins to explain.
“Mike, friends don’t lie” Dustin utters their parties' most held up rule.
“I know...I know” Mike says slowly, rubbing a hand across his face, contemplating his next words.
“I honestly can’t tell you, not without El’s permission, I don’t want to…” he falters, wanting to say, “Betray her trust”, when that’s what he was doing to one of his oldest friends.
But Dustin beats him to his next words, “Ruin your chances with the first girl you’ve acknowledged that you actually like?” he chuckles.
Mike rolls his eyes at his friend's forwardness, but he chooses to not get wrapped up in his teasing, “Yes, whatever Dustin, just...just give me a moment to talk with her first. And if she’s okay with it, then I’ll tell you”.
Dustin seemed to ponder this for a moment, placing a finger just below his chin as his eyes wander upwards as he hums in consideration.
Mike knows he’s just trying to be a pest, but he allows his friend to have his moment.
The curly haired man then nods quickly, “Alright, I’ll give you and your lady friend some time alone” he lowers his voice, as he wiggles his fingers into Mike’s face, who swats the hands away.
“Thanks”, Mike grumbles as he moves towards his door.
“Oh, I guess this would be bad timing then!” Dustin calls out and Mike whips around to give his friend a confused look.
“Bad time for what?” he shrugs his shoulders.
“Uh, I kind of told the others to come over too, ya know, for morale support” Dustin gives him a sheepish grin.
Mike’s mouth falls open quickly in shock.
“Dustin, seriously!” Mike cries out, his hands going back to pulling at his hair, not sure how he was going to explain this all to El, and possibly his whole gang of friends.
She wasn’t exactly sure what to think of Mike’s friend, but she definitely knows that he isn’t afraid to state his mind.
The multiple comments about her and Mike caused her cheeks to erupt in flames, and she could easily see that Mike was in the same boat everytime he cast a small look in her direction.
It was easy to see that Mike was flustered about the whole situation.
Sure, she had spilled her entire back story to him, and Mike was more than willing to help her out. But now, they were both thrown into a whirlwind of uncertainty now that Dustin had seen them together.
She knew Mike had hastily taken his friend behind closed doors to try to smooth out some of the details. They were caught in the crossfire of everything that had happened between them.
From Dustin’s point of view she was probably seen as some girl that Mike had decided to take home with him. But, from what Mike had let on with some of their conversations, he didn’t seem to be that type of guy, in which El was secretly happy about, but she kept that to herself.
She could hear their muffled voices from behind Mike’s closed door, her eyes glued to the wooden object.
“Don’t look so worried, Dustin wouldn’t hurt a fly” a voice startles El back to reality.
Pitch has come to sit beside her, as she glances down to the large black beast, who is cocking an eyebrow at her.
El notices that she’s been fiddling with her jacket sleeve, and she immediately drops her hand to not create a worry spot.
She huffed slightly, “I’m not worried,'' she tries and fails to hide the anxiety behind her words, looking away from the Anima.
Pitch scoffs loudly, “Like I said, you two are quite an interesting pair”.
El looks back down at the wolf who has a smirk waiting on his face that’s just for her.
She knows her cheeks flame at his words, and she opens her mouth to retaliate, but Veda beats her to it, “Why must you always sound so condescending, like you know it all?” she quips.
Pitch chuckles slowly, “Because, it seems to me that humans tend to not follow their own instincts, Mike is the worst for sure”.
“You don’t seem to be anything like Mike” the words tumble from El’s mouth before she can catch them. She quickly raises a hand to her lips, her eyes widening in surprise at her own words.
Sure, she can feel a wonderful energy emitting from Pitch, one that slightly intoxicates her, just like when she’s with Mike. But, there’s something behind the Anima that she can’t fully put her finger on.
She expects the wolf to snap at her, to berate her that she’s wrong. But instead, the wolf throws back his large head, his dark hair scattering about, letting out a long laugh.
El’s surprised by his reaction as the wolf chuckles along for a bit, calming down just enough to take in a deep breath before speaking, “You definitely have that right, Mike and I are quite different from one another”.
Again, El’s eyes widened at the wolf’s words.
“How can that be, though? You’re the reflection of Mike’s soul” Veda steps forward slightly.
Pitch merely shrugs, “It happens sometimes” his words are soft, as he pushes himself to stand on his four legs.
His mighty tail swishes back and forth behind him, he turns to El and gives her a wide smile.
“Just because we Anima’s are the reflection of our human’s soul, it doesn’t mean we can’t be different from our humans”.
Pitch eyes both El and Veda carefully, “Most of the time, almost all the time, an Anima portrays many of the same characteristics it’s human does, but-” and at this he stops and takes in a deep breath, “Sometimes, an Anima is a deeper reflection. A reflection of what is actually going on inside their human’s mind”.
El listens carefully to the beast before her, “What’s that supposed to mean about you and Mike?” she asks softly.
“It means-” Pitch croons slightly, “That Mike hasn’t fully accepted who he is yet, he doesn’t fully trust himself and he’s afraid of who the real Mike is, so he doesn’t let it show. Instead, I reflect it.”
El isn’t completely sure if she believes Pitch’s words, she frowns at him. “But why? Would that mean Mike is more like you? Not the kind and caring man that he actually is?” The words are tight against El’s throat.
At this, Pitch’s grin widens, “But...isn’t that the real question then?”
The Anima’s words hit El harder than she would have liked, and she stands there, slightly off balance as if she was experiencing a bout of vertigo, because the weight of the words are more stunning than she would like to believe.
She’s about to say something once again, however, Mike’s bedroom door opens, and she’s met with his tired expression. Dustin and his Anima trail behind.
Mike gives her a half smile as he approaches her, “Sorry about that, uh…” he stops short, as his eyes flicker from side to side as if he’s not sure what to say.
But, El knows that he’s trying to keep things together, so she reaches forward and places a gentle hand on his arm, giving it a light squeeze. “It’s okay Mike, I get it”.
She watches as Mike relaxes slightly, nodding his head in return, “Good, good, uh...would you mind, uhm....you and I having a quick talk as well?” he gives her a questioning look as he points towards the spare bedroom.
El nods quickly, and Mike takes her hand in his and pulls her along gently.
She feels her heart swoop greatly in her chest as if she’s just gone down a steep dive on a rollercoaster. She can’t help but tighten her grip on him.
Once they are behind the closed door of the spare bedroom, Mike turns to look at her and heaves out a heavy breath.
He then buries his head into his hands.
“Ugh, I’m so sorry about Dustin, he can be a handful” he jokes, his words somewhat muffled by his hands.
El giggles as she moves to lean against the bed, “It’s no problem, he seems to be a nice guy”.
Mike pulls his hands away and decides to tuck them into his pants pockets shrugging heavily with a crooked smile, “Oh yeah, Dustin is one of the friendliest people you’ll ever meet, but he can be a bit of a goofball, and a bit of an annoyance as well”.
El hums in understanding as she waits for Mike to speak. He shuffles uncomfortably on his feet, and she can see his uncertainty.
“Mike, is everything okay?” she quips when he doesn’t say anything for a while.
He gives her a look, his head nodding slowly, “Yeah, yeah, sorry, I’m just...processing, is all” he states.
El nods slowly, “Yes, it seems to have been a handful of days of processing for us” she jokes and Mike grins at this.
“Yeah, exactly” he says as he slowly approaches her and tentatively takes a seat next to her on the bed.
She turns to face him expectedly, waiting for him to talk.
Finally, he sighs, and turns to her, their eyes searching each other’s faces.
“Look” he says finally, “I didn’t tell Dustin anything, I didn’t know what was okay to say and what wasn't.''
El feels the knot in her chest loosen. Even though she knew Mike wouldn’t say anything, to hear him say it aloud made her relax. She didn’t expect any less from her, and it made her heart sing.
“Thank you” she says finally, truthfully.
Mike gives her another half smile, “Well, I mean we never really discussed next steps and what not” he shrugs.
El nods slowly, “No, we didn’t get that far,'' she laughs lightly.
“No uh...we kind of got...interrupted” and she hears Mike’s voice get soft and low, and she can feel the difference in the air between them.
She can’t help but scoot slightly closer to him, their eyes meeting each other. Smiles growing across each of their faces.
“Is Dustin famous for that?” she teases, and Mike laughs at this shaking his head, “Oh yeah, that’s Dustin for sure”.
They both give small laughs in return, but then a semi-serious look crosses Mike’s face. El watches as he seems to contemplate his next words in his head.
“So...what do we tell him?” he gives her an uncertain look, and she shrugs normally.
“I..I don’t know, I mean…” but words fail her, what should they say? It wasn’t everyday that you came across someone who was on the run from some lab that used you as some weapon.
“My friends know about my powers, they wouldn’t think any less of yours” Mike’s words bring El back to their current predicament.
‘Right’, she reminded herself. Mike’s friend’s were all there when he discovered his powers, so why should her powers be any different?
But, then her heart falls slightly, sure, telling Mike was easy, but that was very different. They had a connection, and it wasn’t just with their powers, it was something greater that she was still trying to figure out.
“You can trust them...I promise”, it was as if Mike could read her mind, she looked at him steadily.
He’s eyeing her cautiously. “I know...I know it can be scary, but my friends wouldn’t do anything to put you in harm's way” his voice is genuine and true, “And you don’t have to tell them your whole backstory either, you can just give them the basics” he shrugs.
El ponders his words for a bit, evaluating her options, but then Mike’s words fall into place a bit more concretely, “Wait friends, as in not just Dustin?” She's a bit confused now.
A sheepish expression arises onto Mike’s face as his leg begins to bounce nervously, “Yeah, about that, I guess the rest of the party is coming over as well”.
“Party?” she questions, her anxiety beginning to bubble within her at the thought of a million people coming into Mike’s small apartment. Her breath quickens.
Mike holds up his hands quickly, obviously seeing the fear written on her face, “Oh, no, no, not a party, party. It’s what my group of friends call our group, we were kind of nerds in school” he says as a flush covers his cheeks at his admission.
El narrows her eyes slightly at him and Mike chuckles, “I mean it, there’s only three others who would be over. Will, Lucas and his fiance, Max” he explains.
“Trust me, my friend group doesn’t get much larger than that” he scoffs at himself.
“And” he hesitates slightly, “I think they can help too.''
She nods at his words as she takes everything in. She’s about to meet Mike’s other friends, people who have been in his life since they were children.
El had never had that in her life. Sure, Kali was there, but she was more like a sister than a friend. El’s not exactly sure if she could even call the people in the gang she was in family or even friends. A different sadness envelops her.
“Hey” Mike’s gentle voice brought her back slightly. She doesn’t meet his gaze, but she can feel his soft hand that has reached out to rest gently across hers that sits on her lap.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. This is all your choice. I mean, we can totally come up with a different explanation as to why you’re in my apartment” his voice teases, and El turns her head to look at him.
She can see that he’s desperately trying to make her feel more comfortable with the whole situation. For, it seemed as if life just wanted to test El to make sure she was always aware of the dangers in the world. She never really caught a break.
But, she could see it written clearly on his face: he wanted to help her, in as many ways as he could. It was an expression she had never experienced before, and he had said his friends might be able to help too, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.
“We can tell them” her voice above a whisper.
Mike’s shoulders relax greatly as he lets out a quick breath, “Yeah, okay, whatever you want to do, but...I think it’s a great idea, they’ll really like you” he says earnestly.
El simply nods at this, and then she watches as Mike’s face switches once again, this time, a different type of uncertainty written there.
He squeezes her hand, “Uh, El?” he asks, lifting his head, their gaze meeting.
“Yeah?” she asks gently, moving just a hair closer, but the air shifting between them once again.
Mike takes in a deep breath before he speaks, “Uhm...earlier, uh before Dustin interrupted, I-” and he stops, shaking his head slightly before an uncertain laugh leaves his throat. His eyes flicker about, having trouble focusing with hers.
She can’t help but allow the smile that begins to pull at her lips grace her features as she watches Mike fumble adorably with his words as his light skin on his cheeks begin to pinken, allowing his freckles to stand out even more.
She knows what he’s trying to say, to explain. And she feels just as flustered as he does.
They both know that whatever is happening between them is exciting, it’s new, at least to El. But, there’s a side of fear and uncertainty as well. They had only met two days ago, whatever was growing between them wasn’t normal... right ?
And she can feel the hesitancy pulsing from Mike because he’s just as confused as she is.
Yet, there’s something deep within herself that tells her that all of this is normal. At least it’s meant to be with Mike.
So, as she watches Mike falter lightly, she allows herself to bend forward slightly, and she can see Mike is doing the same.
“I know” is all she whispers as she squeezes Mike’s hand in hers and they begin to come together once again, and it’s like the moment they had about a half an hour ago, an indescribable pull that causes El’s insides to squirm deliciously.
She can feel Mike’s warm breath on her cheeks once again, as they get closer, closer…
“Yo, Mike!” Dustin’s loud and erratic voice cuts through the moment like a samurai blade cutting through a stalk of bamboo.
She and Mike jump apart so quickly that they lightly bump heads.
“Ah!” They both cry as they reach up to touch the tender imprint of where each other’s foreheads bumped roughly.
Mike let’s out an exasperated sigh, as he stands quickly to his feet and wrenches open the spare bedroom door.
“What!” he seethes through clenched teeth as El watches, slightly amused at Mike’s annoyed state.
“Lucas just texted that they’re on their way up, just wanted you to know!” he says almost too happily and Mike huffs in return, turning quickly to look at El.
She gives him a sheepish grin, as she knows her face is flushed yet again from the moment that almost occured between them. He lets out an angry breath shaking his head.
“Dustin, moment ruiner since 1985” he jokes, and El lets out a genuine laugh as she removes her hand from her head.
Mike approaches her as she stands from the bed. Their eyes meet gently, “Sorry about that, about him” Mike throws a thumb over his shoulder at the now open door where she knows Dustin is.
El only shrugs, “It’s fine Mike, besides, we got to discuss what we needed to” she winces slightly, knowing that she’s now avoiding what had almost happened between them...again.
Mike nods slowly, “Yeah” his voice is low, sad.
Panic races through El’s veins at Mike’s changed demeanor. No, she didn’t want to avoid what was growing between them, but she wasn’t sure if they were going to actually talk about it or...her mind blanks, and she reaches a quick hand out to take his in hers.
Mike’s dark eyes meet her light ones instantly, “We can continue later...right?” her voice is just a whisper, but she needed him to know that she was hopefully on the same page as him. She also realizes her words are a bit forward, but she also doesn't care.
She smiles broadly as Mike brightens at her words, cheeks all flush once again as he nods at her, “Yeah, we can definitely talk later”.
And with that he turns towards the bedroom door as he pulls her along with him out into the living room. El’s heart pounding all the way for more than one reason.
Notes:
Okay, I’m ending it right there for now. I know this is a bit shorter chapter but I really wanted to get something out. And I know, I interrupted another kiss moment, hehehe. They will get there soon though :)
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, it’s not one of my favorites, but I’ve got A LOT going on right now in my personal life, so feeling like writing and having time to do so has been limited.
My grandmother whom I’m super close to has been diagnosed with stage four lung cancer and is quickly declining. So, I’ve been spending as much extra time with her as possible, and my gumption to write is very low. So, please be patient as I start writing the next chapters, as they make take longer than normal to get out, but I will continue to write as I can.
Thank you all for understanding, not looking for anything, I just know there’s many wonderful readers out there who look forward to updates, as I do with stories that I follow, so I’d rather have everyone understand why updates might be not as frequent.
And, as always, let me know what you think and please leave a REVIEW, I love them and appreciate everyone that comes my way :)
Chapter 7: Meeting The Party
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A huge thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter and for the nice thoughts on my grandmother. Taking it one day at a time right now. So, I’m puttering away at this chapter and if I get it out sooner rather than later, then great :)
Also, I was going back through the last chapter and realized I accidently called Max, Lucas’ girlfriend, she’s supposed to be his fiance. So, slight screw up on my part. Sometimes my brain goes to the show itself and or I get writing too fast and don’t go back and check.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
Annoyance is still prickling at the back of his mind as he gently guides El back out into the main living area. He honestly can’t believe that Dustin interrupted them again!
He seethes slightly in his own head. But, truthfully, he's not exactly sure why he’s so perturbed.
Mike had literally spent years, basically his whole life avoiding any type of relationship with a girl because of his weird deep notion that he should wait, he needed to be patient and save everything for his soulmate.
Of course, his friends had teased him mercilessly throughout the years. Each of them reminding him of different factors.
Like, ‘Dude, what if she’s kissed or slept with someone?’, or, ‘You really want to be that inexperienced when you meet your soulmate?’. It was those stupid comments or remarks that continued to push Mike into believing deep down in his gut that he would maybe never find his soulmate. But then, there was always this nagging feeling even deeper, that felt even truer to him that told him it was okay to wait, that it was actually the right thing to do.
So, he followed that deep instinct and kept it intact.
Truthfully he believed his silly notion and belief in waiting to find his soulmate before he began any relationship came from watching his parents interact with one another.
No, not everyone found their soulmates, and never would. So many settled with the next best thing, and he knew that’s what his parents had done. Sure they got along for the most part, however, as he and his siblings grew, he saw the tension increase and the lack of affection and love that was scantily seen between the two of them fade. It was almost as if they were merely existing with one another, comfortable in where they were in life.
As most do when they settle with their partner, Mike believed that they all had some kind of hope that their Anima would miraculously change one day. That the fear of not being with their soulmate was something they could just push to the back of their mind.
And it was exactly this thought that scared Mike the most: he didn’t want to just settle.
Sure, there had been plenty of girls that caught his eye and interest throughout the years, but none of them sparked him the way he knew he would feel with his soulmate.
And now, a random girl literally came barrelling into his life and he’s beginning to feel things he never has before, and it scares him.
No one knows how the whole soulmate thing is supposed to work. Like for Max and Lucas, they were friends for years, even dated for a while before their Anima’s had finally changed. It was all so peculiar to Mike.
But now, here was El, an amazing and beautiful woman who just happened to come into his life. Not just that, but they were similar in so many ways. He couldn’t deny the initial attraction that he felt for her, but the raw feelings imbedded deeply into the way they looked at each other, the quick spark of electricity that was present each time they touched, it was so different, and it terrified Mike to no end.
They had almost kissed, twice! His brain reminds him. Two days ago, they were just beings existing in the world, not knowing that each other existed. Now here he was allowing her to stay in his home, connecting with her, and willing to throw out any of his silly notions of soulmates just to get to know El even more so.
Sure, he knew deep down that El could be his soulmate, but he also struggled with accepting the fact with how they met, so spontaneously. ‘But isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?’ the thought transverses his mind with ease.
But, before he can continue to argue with himself over the matter, a loud barking brings him back to reality.
“Dart, chill, I’m getting you some bacon” Dustin shakes his head at his Anima who is all but dancing on his four paws as Dustin had discovered his and El’s remains of this morning's breakfast.
Mike rolls his eyes as he and El stand on the other side of his kitchen island watching Dustin pick at a cold piece of bacon and waving it in front of Dart, who barks once again.
“Stop teasing!'' The shaggy haired Anima grows impatient when Dustin laughs and finally tosses him a piece, in which Dart snatches out of the air at lightning speed.
“Hmm, good bacon” Dart licks his chops nodding to Mike. El giggles beside him.
“You could have asked before helping yourself” Mike teased his curly haired friend who merely shrugs.
“Figured you guys were done with it, I mean it is cold” he says as he thoughtfully chews his own piece of bacon, but then raises his gaze to look between Mike and El, a playful grin spreading on his lips. Mike braces himself for Dustin’s next words, knowing that it will be a remark towards him having a girl in his apartment.
“Why is it so cold anyways? Were you two busy making out or something?” Dustin’s smile grows even wider.
Mike’s pretty sure he should spontaneously combust right now with how red his cheeks must be. His mouth drops open, and he can’t help but turn to look at El, who is trying to hide her blossoming red face behind her hands, as she casually glances at Mike from the corner of her eyes.
Mike lets out a haughty sigh, “Dustin” he growls slowly, menacingly, but it only causes Dustin to point at the pair of them and laugh, “Oh my god, you totally were, weren’t you!?” he bends over, placing his hands on his knees as his laughter continues.
He looks over at El again and sees that she is giving him an interesting look. One that almost says ‘Is this really your friend?’, as her face continues to flush.
He wants to say something to defend himself, but he doesn’t want to reveal anything just yet. So, Mike finds himself with his mouth open, his jaw opening and closing, small noises coming out as he tries to defend himself and El.
But, thankfully a knocking is heard on the other side of his front door, a rush of relief washes over Mike as Dustin stops laughing, composing himself.
“I’ll...just get that” Mike mutters as he moves from his spot and makes his way towards his apartment door.
Taking in a deep breath, knowing that opening the door and letting his friends in is about to open up a whole new can of worms, especially when they see El.
So, with a sweaty hand, Mike turns his door knob and pulls his door open.
He greets his friends with a warm smile, “Hey guys! Come on in!”
She had been mentally preparing herself for the last ten minutes trying to come to terms with the fact that in just a couple moments she was going to be meeting all of Mike’s childhood friends. She was not expecting this to arrive at his apartment a couple days ago.
But it seemed as if fate had other ideas.
El was barely coming to terms with the fact that something was growing rapidly between herself and Mike, and now she was pretty much getting thrown into his entire life. Not just that, but she was also worrying about Kali and the others in the back of her mind. All of it frightened her.
When Mike had announced that his friends would all be coming over, it was a big pill for her to swallow so quickly. But, the way Mike had reassured her that she didn’t have to say anything to his friends calmed her nerves. From the way Mike described them, they seemed like good people.
‘They could help too’, Mike’s words rang in her mind over and over again like ringing church bells. And it was the one thing she was grasping onto as she felt her breath increase in her chest as she walked out into the kitchen to meet Dustin.
She quickly realized that this man enjoyed teasing Mike relentlessly. She couldn’t even fathom a time she had blushed so intensely in her life in the short time meeting the man.
His short jabs at hers and Mike’s relationship were unexpected to her. However, it seemed that Mike had expected them the moment he walked through the door.
She could see after Dustin’s comment about them making out, that Mike seemed somewhat peeved at his words, but out of the corner of her eye as she watched him, she could see him looking at her in interest. Almost seeing what her reaction would be to Dustin’s words.
They had almost kissed, twice, and to say she wasn’t attracted to Mike would be an all out lie. But it wasn’t just his crazy dark hair, or the way his freckles dotted his face perfectly, it was the deep caring heart that was delicately laid out on his sleeve for all to see.
She had never met a man who was as thoughtful and understanding as Mike, and she’s pretty sure that, combined with his good looks is what was causing her to feel so overwhelmed by her new feelings.
So, she had given him an earnest look, trying to convey that what Dustin was saying was okay, that she wasn’t bothered by them. Although, his laughing and teasing couldn’t help her very red face.
It was almost a relief to dissipate the awkward tension that was now hanging between the two of them when there was a knock on Mike’s door.
Now, El’s attention was on the fact that she was about to meet three new people, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready for all of this.
With wide eyes, El followed Mike’s steady movements as he made his way to the door. She watched him take a deep breath and open the door, a smile appearing on his face as he gestured and welcomed his friends inside.
Three new people walked in through the door, accompanied by their Anima. They had yet to look into the kitchen just yet, so it allowed El a second to gauge Mike’s friends.
The first person her eyes were drawn to was the redheaded woman. Her long cascading locks captured her face and looks in such a way, El felt a pang of slight jealousy. Her hair danced down to her mid back, and her stunning blue eyes made her light up the room. And El could tell by the way she held herself tall and strong that she was not someone to mess with.
The next person was a dark skinned man who placed a delicate hand on the red headed woman's back, as he guided her into Mike’s apartment. His calm and cool demeanor seemed to be the exact opposite of the woman beside him.
Then finally, the last man, who was a bit shorter than Mike and his other male friends, greeted Mike with a quick hug. She could see that he had a warmth of kindness that emanated from him. His features still seemed a bit young compared to his friends, but the smile that spread across his face showed years of experience.
Mike was talking to the three as he led them to the kitchen, and it only took a millisecond for each of them to halt all conversation and stare at her.
El froze in her seat, unsure as to what to do, never being in a situation like this before. Should she stand and greet them? Say ‘hello’? Her mind reeled with a million possibilities, but it seemed the decision was made for her when she watched the redheaded woman smile brightly as she approached her.
“Wow, Dustin wasn’t lying, you did have a girl in your apartment,'' her voice is cool, but reeming with tease as she casts a look to Mike whose face is red once again.
His head flicks quickly to Dustin, “Dude, you told them!?” he raises his arms in shock.
Dustin shrugs his shoulders, “I couldn’t believe it, figured it’d be easier to let them know before they came to the apartment”.
Mike stiffles a groan, as he closes his eyes tightly.
But, the woman erases the space between El and herself.
She stuck out her hand, “I’m Max, it’s nice to meet you”.
El can tell that the woman is being genuine in her greeting. The way her smile pulls meets her eyes, even if there is curiosity dancing behind them. So, El takes in a deep breath, a smile forming on her face as she reaches out her own hand, shaking Max’s.
“It’s nice to meet you,” El says lightly, and the woman’s smile widens.
“Wow, Mike, I never knew you’d pick out such a beauty” Max teases turning back to look at Mike. El ducks her head shyly at the woman’s words.
El’s pretty sure that Mike would love to fade out of existence right now, as he groans again, but his other two male friends approach her as well.
“I’m Lucas” the dark skinned man holds out his hand stepping next to Max, and El reaches to shake his hand as well.
El watches as Max turns into the man's embrace, “Yeah, this stalker is my soon to be husband,'' she wiggles her eyebrows to the man, who scoffs slightly, but the smile never leaves his face, especially when Max stands on her tiptoes to plant a light kiss on his cheek.
She feels her heart swoon at their interaction. And she’s even more surprised to see their Anima’s who have jumped up onto the counter.
“Oh!” El can’t help but jump slightly, noticing that the two beings are exactly the same. Both humans reach out to touch them.
“Don’t forget us” the smaller of the two says gently, as she presses into Max’s hand.
Max sighs rolling her eyes, “We won’t” she says as she holds out her arm for her red panda Anima to climb onto her shoulders.
Max pats her companion lightly, “This is Zelda, named after one of my favorite video game franchises” her Anima rubs her face against hers.
Lucas stands near his Anima, “And this is Nam” he pats his larger Anima, who has a dark red tint to his fur pattern.
El’s smile widens as she takes in the Anima’s and their humans.
“You’re soulmates” her voice is soft, a breath of air hanging from her words.
Both Max and Lucas nod, “Yeah, we were kind of surprised too” he shrugs.
“I’ve...I’ve never really met a couple who found their soulmates” El states in awe.
Max shrugs, “You rarely do, I mean, Lucas and I dated for awhile and one day, well-” she gestures between the two Anima’s.
El is still in amazement and meeting an actual couple who had found their soulmates. It was a deep desire within her to find her own. She had never dated anyone, let alone had never experienced her first kiss even. Her heart soared in seeing two beings who had actually found the other half of their soul.
She couldn’t help but peek a glance at Mike, and she was surprised to see his expression as the two stood by one another.
Was it longing? She watched as his shoulders sagged almost in defeat, and a wistful look crossed his face. El’s heart sank in her chest as his expression, she wanted to reach out, to gently reassure him, but she was pulled from her thoughts when Mike’s last friend moved in beside Max and Lucas.
“Guess I’m last, the name’s Will and this is Elvie” Will then stuck out his hand in greeting which El returned with a smile. She then glanced over Will’s shoulder to see a small koala clinging to Will’s back, she ‘awed’ out loud at the adorable creature.
Will chuckled at this, “Sorry he’s not awake, he tends to sleep most of the time” he rolls his eyes.
El giggles slightly, and she then feels a movement by her feet. She looks down to see her own Anima rubbing up against her legs, the fox’s amber eyes look up to her as if to say, ‘Don’t forget me’.
El gestures down to her fox, Lucas, Max and Will’s eyes follow, “And this is my Anima, Veda” she says.
“It’s nice to meet all of you” Veda bows her head slightly in introduction.
Max bends to look at her Anima, “Wow, she’s beautiful El” she says standing to her feet, and El can’t help but see the coy look she flashes to Mike as she says her next words, “Just like you El, right Mike?”
And El has to hold back her laughter slightly as Mike gives the woman an expression that is mixed between annoyance and disbelief.
Mike then turns quickly to look at her, and he begins opening and closing his mouth like a fish gasping for breath.
“I uhm...of course...I mean, yes...yes El is pretty, beautiful, even, but I uh…” his words are quick and fumbling and now El can’t help but giggle lightly, her face flushed at his words.
He shuffles uncertainty on his long legs, his eyes never leaving hers. She gives him a soft, knowing expression, hoping she’s relaying the right meaning. And it seems she does, because his shoulders finally relaxed and he gives her his dopey, half smile and she all but melts right there.
She moves her eyes just slightly, and they are immediately caught by Max’s deep blue ones, she’s giving her a knowing grin as she flicks her eyes between El and Mike. El turns her head from further embarrassment.
“So, El-” Max teases lightly as she leans against Mike’s kitchen island, “What brings you to our lanky friends place anyways?”
“Yeah, I’m kind of curious about that too, I thought we were coming over here to help you and Dustin with that toy or something?” Will turns to Mike with a questioning look. “It’s not like you to have a girl over”.
Mike glares at Will’s comment.
There’s a pregnant silence that falls before them, El looks up and moves her head from each of Mike’s friends to the next, unsure as to what to say.
“Were you on a date or something?” Lucas breaks the silence as he leans one of his elbows next to Max on the island.
“Uh...no, no...it’s nothing like that!” Mike’s voice is a bit higher than normal, and there’s a slight pang of sadness that rings in El’s chest as she looks up towards Mike.
He finds her eyes, as his widen in shock at his own words, “Uh, not that I wouldn’t want to go on a date with El, I just mean...uhm” and the words die on his tongue and then he just huffs, burying his hands into his face, “You guys are just trying to make me die of embarrassment, aren’t you?”
His friend's laughter rings out in Mike’s small kitchen. And the noise is something El has never really experienced. She marvels at the unfamiliar noise, the warm feeling that surrounds the group of friends, it’s all surreal.
“Mike, you’ve got to learn to take a joke every once in a while,” Lucas pats Mike roughly, causing Mike to let out a breath of air.
“Well, you guys need to learn to not make fun of me every five seconds!” Mike bites back, but it only causes more laughter from the others.
“You do realize that it is a bit odd for you to have a woman in your apartment right?” Dustin states plainly, gesturing to El.
She can’t help but frown. “I am right here ya know” she lifts one of her eyebrows to the curly haired man who merely shrugs.
“You’ve got to know that Mike here has sworn off girls until he finds the one”, Dustin uses air quotations on the last two words, all while popping another piece of cold bacon into his mouth.
This...this is something she did not know about her rescuer. She turns to the man in question and he gives her a forlorn look.
To El, Mike is a man of any girl's dreams, or at least her own, she believes.
Sure, he might be kind of nerdy, and a bit on the taller side. But, the adorable freckles that dot his face perfectly, along with his dark sweeping hair, and his intense eyes, El can’t help but be enamored by this man. And it wasn’t even just his looks alone that El marveled at, for his kind and tender heart and the way he was always looking out for her caused her to swoon unsteady on her feet.
But, Dustin’s sudden proclamation at what appeared to be a secret of Mike’s caught her interest. ‘He has never been with anyone’, her heart and mind sing happily. She can’t help the giddiness that grows within her. For, it’s another factor they have in common with one another.
“You know Dustin, you don’t have to go around proclaiming my life to the world” Mike grumbles to his friend, who merely shrugged in return.
It doesn’t take El long to notice that the attention is all on her once again. Her eyes have moved about the room and she catches the quick glances Mike’s friends are giving her as they try to not focus their gazes directly on her. They fail miserably however.
It’s then that El realizes that they are getting nowhere, fast. That tonight is just going to drag on with endless teases and remarks thrown at herself and Mike until his friends understand the exact reason as to why she is in Mike’s apartment.
So, taking a deep breath El straightens her back and clears her throat a bit louder than usual. It doesn’t surprise her when the room falls silent, and now everyone’s eyes are focused directly on her.
She takes a last casual glance at Mike who gives her a curious look, but she just nods slowly, his eyes widen in realization.
“Uhm, so I know you are all wondering why in the world I’m in Mike’s apartment” she tries to keep her voice light and somewhat teasing.
Mike’s friends all nod eagerly.
El sighs, “Well, I’d be happy to tell you all how we met, and what’s going on, but…” and here she hesitates, her confident demeanor dropping quickly as she glances down at her hands in her lap that are once again playing with the hemline of her shirt.
She swallows before continuing, not looking up just yet, “But...I need to trust all of you with what I’m going to share”.
The room is silent for a bit, and El risks the chance of peeking up slightly. The friends are all exchanging looks with one another, and their solemn expressions worry her slightly.
But then, smiles break on each of their faces.
Will’s the one to speak for them all, “Of course El, any friend of Mike is a friend of ours. You trust him, which means you can trust us as well”.
El lets out a sigh of relief, a gentle smile pulling on her own face as she nods and whispers a small “Thanks” to the group.
Mike moves slowly towards her, a look of acknowledgement painted on his face. He places a gentle hand on her back. “Why don’t we move to the living room, it’s quite the story” he then nods towards his living room.
The friends then all begin to shuffle out of Mike’s small kitchen as they putter into the living room. El goes to stand from the stool she had been occupying, but Mike’s gentle grip on her forearm stops her.
She turns to look up at him, she still can’t get over his height. He bends down to whisper to her, “You sure you’re okay with this?” His voice is full of anticipation.
El takes in a steadying breath, and looks to meet his rich eyes. She can see the uncertainty dancing within them, but, from what he’s said, she knows she can trust him, and his friends.
She moves her head slowly up and down, “Yeah, I’m sure, I know I just met them a handful of minutes ago, but...I think I’m okay with trusting them if you are”.
Mike’s face lights up at this, “You definitely can, trust me, if they can keep my secret for all these years, they’ll keep yours”.
El marvels at Mike’s genuineness, and she gives him a soft smile. She’s suddenly surprised when his hand moves down her arm and grips her hand, he gives it a tight squeeze, a reassurance.
“Ready?” he asks.
El nods determidly, “Ready”, and Mike guides them over to the living, hand in hand, as they sit on his remaining love seat together.
Mike’s pretty sure he can hear his heart pounding in the cusp of his ear, it’s the only steady sound that he can focus on at this moment. Currently he’s holding onto El’s hand as he once again guides her into his living room.
He’s not exactly sure why his heart is beating wildly, but he can only imagine it’s either because El’s about to tell her entire story to his oldest friends, or that El has wrapped her hand within his, and it’s dangerously intoxicating to him.
They both sit cozily next to one another and as they sit, their hands break apart slowly. There’s a slight twinge in Mike’s heart as El’s hand leaves his, but he also knows that if they continue to hold them, his friends are only going to start up again.
Everyone settles. Lucas, Max and Will sit on Mike’s larger couch, while Dustin sits on the floor, one leg kicked out, relaxed.
Their attention is all on them, and Mike turns a bit to face El. He sees her face blanche as she takes in the eyes that are now on her.
He can see she doesn’t know where to start.
And before he can give her some encouragement, Dustin speaks, “So, how did you guys meet?” he gestures between the two of them.
This seems to relax El slightly as she gives a light laugh, she turns to look at him, and his heart race quickes when he sees her gaze, it’s light and teasing, “Well”, she says a smirk dancing across her face, “We literally ran into one another”.
Mike watches as his friends' faces crinkle into confusion.
“Wait you mean-” Will starts, and Mike jumps in, “Yeah, we or I should say El” and at this he can’t help but give the girl beside him a playful nudge, “Nearly took me out the other night”.
At this Max laughs, “Wow, I guess it doesn’t take much to knock you down, string bean”.
Mike glares at this, but El giggles, “Well, you can say it was an accident, I actually collided with Pitch, which caused a slew of events to happen”.
“ Collided!?” Everyone’s heads now flick over to Pitch who sits by the other Anima’s. He stands and shakes his burly head, laughing lightly, “She practically catapulted over me, and kneed me right in the gut”.
“Pitch” Mike throws his Anima a look, which is returned with an eye roll.
“No, he’s right, I totally took him out” El shrugs beside him.
Mike turns to see that El is giving him a look that reads, ‘don’t worry about it’. Mike softens.
“And, why were you running anyways?” This time Lucas’ voice breaks through.
At this, El stiffens as she tucks her lips inwards, contemplating her next words.
She shifts uneasily in her seat, his friends wait patiently for her to continue. Eventually, she raises her head.
“I was running from...bad men” her voice is barely above a whisper.
Mike watches as Max shakes her head a bit and leans forward, “Wait...did you just say, bad men?”
El lifts her gaze to meet Max, and she nods slowly, “Yes, bad men” she repeats, a silence falls on them.
“Okay, you can’t just leave us hanging like that” Lucas stutters.
Mike throws him a look, but it goes ignored.
El huffs, “It’s...complicated, my group and I were being attacked by a group of men who have been searching for my sister and I for years”.
“Where did you live?” Will asks.
“In an abandoned warehouse, my sister, Kali, and I lived there with a couple other people”.
“Woah, wait you were...homeless?” Dustin winces slightly at his last word.
El shakes her head, “No...I mean, not technically, I mean, it was a roof over our heads. We had a place to sleep, food, clothes, we just didn’t live like everyone else”.
There’s a pause.
“So, what’s that supposed to mean?” Max shakes her head, her eyes narrowing at El slightly.
Mike can’t help but shift in his seat, trying to move closer to El without drawing much attention.
“It means...we stole, we robbed, we...we did what was necessary to survive” El’s voice is tight.
“How did you never get caught if you’ve been doing it for years?” Dustin chimes in.
This is where a half smile pulls on El’s lips, “And that’s exactly the reason why my sister and I have been trying to be tracked down by the bad men.”
“What’s so special about you guys?” Lucas questions leaning back in his seat.
This is where El finally flicks her eyes over to Mike’s, their eyes meet, and he knows this is going to change a lot of things, so he decides to step in.
“You see, after El fell, she got hurt”, Mike starts not taking his eyes off of El, “She couldn’t run, so I had to help her”.
“Wait, wait, wait, you’re interrupting-” Dustin tries to cut in, but Mike overshadows him, turning towards his friends.
“We were only a couple of blocks away from my place, so I brought her here, where she was safe. Where I could-” and he stops short as his friends look at him in shock, knowing where he is going with this.
“Mike, don’t tell me you-” Dustin then makes some weird gestures that Mike knows are supposed to signify his healing ability. Mike rolls his eyes, “Yes Dustin, there was nothing else I could do” he explained.
“Why not call an ambulance, go to the hospital?” Max questions.
“No hospitals, can’t go there” El shakes her head.
Mike nods, “She was scared, I was scared, and...I don’t know I just knew I could trust her” he shrugged as he watched El.
He lets out a quick puff of air, “And then, once I was done...she had this look like she couldn’t believe what just happened”.
“Well, no duh, we had that same reaction too!” Lucas states, “Is that why you kept her here? Because she threatened to spill your secret or-”
“No!” El’s voice startled the group in Mike’s living room. Mike turned quickly to look at the girl beside him who was glaring daggers at his oldest friend.
Lucas holds up his hands in defense, “Uh, woah, sorry, guess I-” but El cut him off, “I would never betray Mike like that, especially since...since he was like me,” her voice teeters off.
At this, all eyes are on him, waiting for Mike to explain.
“Wait, like Mike , do you mean?” Will’s gentle voice breaks through the silence.
It takes her a minute, but El finally nods, “Yes...I have powers...just like Mike”.
The others gawk at her for a moment.
Dustin moves back even more so letting out a low whistling noise as he ruffles his curly hair.
“This is crazy! We never knew there would be others like Mike!” Lucas exclaims.
“Well, it was just because we had never actually met another person like Mike, it didn’t mean they weren’t out there” Will reasons.
“Yeah but, what are the chances that another person with powers literally runs into Mike, it’s just weird” Dustin rationalizes.
Mike shrugs at this, “Either way, El is like me, and I promised that I would help her”.
He casts another casual glance in her direction, and he can see a smile dancing across her lips. His heart swelled tremendously at the sight.
“So, El, what are your powers?” Dustin eagerly sits forward once again, his eyes wide like a child on Christmas morning.
Mike can’t help but keep his gaze on the girl beside him. Sure, she had told him about her powers, but she hadn’t shown him yet, and to be honest, he was curious.
“It’s, uhm...telekinesis” her voice is quiet.
“Woah, like Jean Grey?” Dustin asks even more excitedly, he’s now leaning forward on his hands onto his knees.
El blinks slowly, not knowing Dustin’s reference.
“Uh…” she stammers, and then glances at Mike, her eyes pleading for help.
Mike flashes her a quick smile before turning back to his friend, “She doesn’t know who that is Dustin, she-” but before he can finish Dustin sits up on his knees quickly, “You don’t know who Jean Grey is? What about the X-Men? I mean, you and Mike were practically born to be a part of their group!” he stresses.
El startles and moves back further into her seat, Mike jumps in, “Dustin, chill, there’s a lot you don’t understand”.
Dustin furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean by that?”
Mike flusters as he tries to catch his words, but El speaks before him, “I didn’t have a normal upbringing, I was raised in a lab, with my sister Kali”.
Once again, all eyes are on El, as everyone’s mouths hang open in shock.
“A lab?” Will’s voice is full of concern.
El nods, she then goes into detail about how her mom too had some kind of powers, which she inherited. She explained how she was born in the lab and taken and raised to be used as a weapon, she had no idea about the outside world until a handful of years ago. Mike notices she doesn’t go into extreme details as she did with him in talking about the abuse she went through.
After El finishes her story, Mike looks over his friends who seem to be soaking in everything they’ve just heard.
“A weapon...raised in a lab? Who does that?” Dustin shakes his head wildly.
“Exactly, all they saw El and her sister as was to be used, that’s why they escaped” Mike finished.
“But, how did they find you here? I mean, you and your sister had been gone for years” Max laments.
At this El shrugs and mutters, “I don’t know”.
Mike watches El as she ponders this thought in her own head. Almost asking how did her captor find them?
He reaches over and squeezes El's hand, she looks to him and gives him a soft smile in return.
“Look, what matters now is that El is still being hunted down by these men, and they have her sister. She needs our help” Mike states plainly.
His friends look at each other, all of them able to silently communicate with one another after almost two decades of friendship.
Will’s the first to turn to them, “Of course, we will do anything to help, I mean, that’s what friends are for.”
El perks up at this, “Friends?” her voice was uncertain.
Mike’s friends nod eagerly. “Of course, any friend of Mike, is a friend of ours” Max smiles to El.
“Yeah, I mean, who would have thought that we’d have two friends who have super powers!” Dustin exclaims excitedly.
Mike tries to step in, “Dustin, would you-” but he’s cut off by the curly haired man who sits up quickly once again, “Wait, El, can we see your powers?” he asks curiously.
Again, Mike is intrigued by this notion, he turns his head quickly to look at the girl with whom he still holds her hand.
She nods slowly. Mike’s not sure what she’s doing, but a switch seems to turn on in her, as she closes her eyes and opens them with a steely fixation on his coffee table.
His eyes widen in amazement as it begins to float in the air effortlessly. Everyone gasps in surprise, as they all sit back as the table teeters in the air, but then does a quick spin, and then lands back down on his carpet as if it were made of a feather.
Mike’s mouth is open in shock, his gaze falls on El who is already looking at him. A small trail of blood trickles from her nose. A smile pulls at his face, “That’s...that’s incredible” he half breathes, half laughs in shock.
El bashfully tries to not meet his eyes as she wipes away the blood that trickles from her nose. “It’s not as amazing as yours though”.
Mike guaffs at her words, “What do you mean!? You can use your powers all on your own, I have to have Pitch by my side in order to use mine”.
“But you heal”, her words are genuine as she looks at him straight into his eyes.
He’s not exactly sure what the hidden meaning behind her words is, but there’s something there.
“Wow El!” Dustin shakes the two out of their little moment. “That was so cool!”
El flushes at his words. “Thanks. It’s not much, I can do other things to” she shrugs as if it’s not a big deal.
“What other things?” Will now asks, a hint of excitement in his voice.
“Uhm...I can go into this...void and find people, listen to them without them knowing I’m there” she explains.
“Like, a spy?” Dustin asks.
El ponders this a bit before answering, “I guess. I mean, that’s what the men in the lab liked to use me for anyways”.
Mike sees the frown forming on her face. He can tell that she’s thinking about her time there, and his heart breaks for her.
“Well, whatever the reason, or whatever powers you do have, we promise we will help you get your sister back”, Mike states a bit more boldly then he had intended to.
El lifts her head to look him in the eyes, “Really?”
Mike nods at her, “Definitely, it’s like Will said, that’s what friends are for...right?” he flashes her a brilliant smile.
He can’t help but be enamored by the flush that decorates her face with his words, “Right” she whispers back, returning the smile.
A moment passes between them, and it’s only the clearing of Max’s throat do either of them break eye contact with one another.
Max is giving Mike a knowing look, “Alright, we get that there’s some special connection between the two of you, but you don’t have to do it in front of us,” she teases.
Yeah, Mike’s pretty sure his friends are trying to make him die of embarrassment as his face lights up once again. And to avoid any other pokes and prods at him and El, Mike stands quickly to his feet.
“Uh, it’s starting to get late, why don’t I order some pizza and we can discuss this further?” he looks at his friends who all nod eagerly.
“Pizza sounds great! I’m starving!” Dustin whines holding his stomach dramatically.
Lucas swats at Dustin’s head as he moves to stand, “Don’t be such a whine ass, you just had some bacon” he reminds him.
Dustin stands to his feet as he and Lucas continue to argue.
Mike rolls his eyes as he moves to the kitchen where his phone sits.
Just as he grabs it though, a hand on his shoulder startles him.
“Jesus, Max, you don’t have to-” he starts to go off on the redhead, but she holds a hand up to his mouth to silence him.
“You’ve got it bad Wheeler” she says through a low voice.
Mike crinkles his face, “What are you talking about Mayfield?” he slumps his shoulders.
Max dramatically rolls her eyes, she pulls on Mike’s shoulders, causing their heads to come together, faced away from their group of friends.
“I’m talking about El, numb nuts. You can’t take your eyes off of her” she whispers harshly, and Mike pulls away from her grasp.
He shakes his head, “What are you talking about Max, I just met her a couple of days ago”, is what he says, but then his traitorous inner voice takes over, ‘Yeah, and you almost didn't kiss her, twice!”
He pushes the thought away, focusing back onto Max.
She lets out an annoyed huff, “You’re so hopeless and it’s not even funny,'' she waves her hand dramatically in the air.
“I’m not hopeless” Mike deadpans, truly getting sick of his friends getting on his case about dating.
“You’re definitely blind then. You’re so concerned about this whole ‘soulmate’ thing, that it’s letting you pass up on something, or I should say, some one that’s right in front of you!” Max’s voice begins to rise.
Mike’s eyes flash over to his group of friends behind Max. Dustin and Lucas are still bickering quite loudly, and Will has moved to sit beside El, in his vacated seat. Will seems to be enthused about something, all while El seems to be ducking her head in bashfulness. But, Max’s sudden rise in voice didn’t seem to be noticed.
“Will you keep your voice down!” Mike whispers harshly.
“Will you actually go out with someone who’s interested in you?” Max bites back.
“Max. El has been through a lot in the last few days, hell, her whole life has been a nightmare! I’m not going to be asking her out anytime soon,” he growls at Max as he turns to his phone, trying to signal to the redhead that he’s done with the conversation.
But, a gasp comes from Max that distracts him. Mike throws his arms down to his side and glares at the girl, “What is it!?” he all but bellows to her.
There’s a knowing smile creeping onto her face, and Max is all but dancing on her feet, “So, does that mean you will ask her out, after we find her sister or whatever?”
Mike blanches, as he just realizes his poor choice of words, he holds up his hands waving them before her, “Oh, no, no, no, that’s not what I meant”.
But Max has him as she points an accusatory finger in his direction, “Oh, but you totally did, you like her, a lot!” she drawls.
Mike’s just about had it, and his mouth begins to run before his brain can comprehend what he’s even saying, “Look, just because El’s pretty, and sweet and kind in many different ways, doesn’t mean I like her! And it doesn’t matter that just because I’m helping her out of her shitty situation, doesn't mean she likes me!” Mike growls low to the girl.
Max doesn’t back down though, “I can’t believe you can’t see the way she looks at you though, she’s like a love sick puppy”.
Mike rolls his eyes, “Yeah, maybe because I’m one of the few human beings in this world who has treated her with respect”.
“That doesn’t mean anything, it’s the way she looks at you a-” but Mike cuts her off, his anger getting the better of him, “Look, just drop it okay, it’s none of your business with whatever does happen between us”.
“So there will be something?” Max continues to tease.
“Just because we almost-!” Mike’s voice raises and octave and he quickly glances once again to his friends, this time, Will has seemed to notice, but not the others, Mike huffs and turns his attention back to his phone.
“Almost...what?” Max asks eagerly, coming closer to him.
“Nothing, it’s nothing” he shakes his head as he begins to type in the local pizza shop’s number, desperately trying to avoid Max’s gaze.
When he raises the phone up to his ear, it begins to ring and Max is still giving him an ‘I don’t believe you gaze’. But, she finally sighed in defeat, but not before pointing a finger into his face, “Alright Wheeler, you win this time, but mark my words, I won’t let you screw this up,” and with that, she finally leaves him with one last look.
Mike sighs to himself as he watches Max rejoin their group of friends. His eyes can’t help but move upwards, his sight landing on El, and he sees that she's already looking at him. She gives him a gentle look and a soft smile, a weird panging in his chest almost causes him to choke when their eyes meet.
He gives her a dopey smile in return and she flashes her teeth at him, her cheeks tingeing red.
Mike could have stayed like that forever if there wasn’t an incessant voice in his ear yelling, “Hello, helloooo, is anyone there?”
His attention is finally brought back to his task at hand, “Uh yeah, hi, I’d like to order some pizzas” Mike stutters as he half places an order and half looks at El who is smiling and laughing with his friends. It’s one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen.
And it suddenly hits him: Max is right, and he’s a total goner.
Notes:
Well, I got that chapter done sooner than I was expecting. It’s been slow at my job so I’ve had some down time and have been able to add to this here and there. Thankfully my Nan is doing pretty good right now, which is always a bright light.
Anyways, what do you guys think? I really liked writing the end part with Max and Mike, that was fun. And I can’t wait to get into more stuff with Mileven, but have to work my way there.
And as always, REVIEWS are GREATLY appreciated! Thank you all for reading and for your patience!
Chapter 8: Into The Void
Notes:
Wow, thank you all again for the wonderful reviews! I’m glad everyone is continuing to enjoy this story! Not much to update, but that’s usually a good thing.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Her eyes follow the tall figure that is Mike as he nervously stands to his feet and announces that he’s going to order some pizza. After Max’s last comment, it wasn’t difficult to understand why Mike was so flustered. For, she knows her cheeks must be glowing a bright red as well. And she quickly understands that Mike tends to take a lot of scrutiny from his beloved friends.
And it seems Dustin isn’t the only one who enjoys taunting Mike in that matter.
“I’m going to see if he needs any help” Max throws her thumb over her shoulder gesturing to Mike as she stands and moves into the kitchen.
Dustin and Lucas are continuing to bicker with one another, so El sits complacently in her spot as she fiddles with the ends of her sleeves, her eyes still on Mike as Max startles him in the kitchen.
“You really like him, huh?” The smooth voice jostles El so suddenly that she literally jumps in her seat, her eyes going wide as she turns to see Will, and his sleeping Anima come to sit in Mike’s vacated spot.
“What?!” her voice squeaks out as she tries to assess Mike’s friend.
His warm eyes are soft and endearing, and his half smile speaks a million words.
He scoffs at her as he leans in close, “Don’t worry he likes you too”.
El’s mouth drops open in shock as she shakes her head furiously, “Wh-what...no, we just...we just met...I mean” she stutters inconsolably to the boy and his smile only grows as he laughs.
She can feel herself blushing a thousand different shades of red, as she seals her mouth shut, not wanting to embarrass herself anymore.
“Sorry” he starts, “Mike’s really easy to tease, and it seems you are too” he shrugs.
El pulls her eyebrows together, frowning.
And at her expression, Will waves his hands frantically before her, “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” but then El cracks and a smile pulls at her face. Will scoffs, “You were just kidding” he laughs.
El nods, “Well, it seems that Mike and I are the only one who can take the jokes” she teases.
Will lets out a huff of air, “Yeah, Mike’s used to it from us. Sorry about that by the way, it’s just-” and he hesitates slightly as if assessing what he’s about to say is right or not.
El’s impatience takes the better of her, “Just...what?” she muses.
Will sighs, “Well, we tend to give Mike a rough time about his lack of dating”.
She nods to this, “I can see that”.
“So, for him to be so enraptured by you...it’s just a surprise, ya know” he shrugs his shoulders deeper.
This information surprises El slightly, “Wait, you mean he’s never even had an interest in girls?” she can’t help but ask.
“Uh, I’m sure he likes girls, but I’ve known Mike for forever, and I’ve never seen him look at a girl like he does with you” his voice is delicate.
El looks at him dead in the eyes, to see if there’s any hint of lying or teasing. But, she can see that Will seems to be the voice of reason between the group of misfit friends. His eyes show the truth.
But, she shakes her head, “Look, I just think he’s being nice, I mean, he did help me out, A LOT”, she adds. “But, I don’t know” she looks away, but can’t help but flash a glance in Mike’s direction.
She sees that he and Max have their heads bent together and their whispering wildly at one another. A sly expression is on Max’s face, and El finds herself curious as to what they’re talking about. However, Dustin and Lucas’s bickering hides their conversation.
“You look at him the same way” Will’s voice once again pulls El from her thoughts. She turns her head back to him, quirking an eyebrow in return.
Will nods to the direction of the kitchen, “I mean, just now, the way you look at him, it’s something you don’t see everyday”.
El ducks her head, flushing once again.
She shakes her head at him, her emotions getting the better of her “Look just because we almost-” and she stops herself dead realizing what she’s about to say, her eyes go wide.
“Just because you almost...what?” Will presses, his teasing smile only grew wider.
El sputters for a second, not sure what she wants to say, thankfully though Mike’s voice breaks the awkwardness.
“Okay, pizzas have been ordered” he nervously smiles, clapping his hands together.
“Geez Mike, I’ve never seen you that excited about pizza before” Dustin says, finally ending his and Lucas’ quarreling.
Mike gives him a fierce look, shutting the boy up immediately.
“Anyways” Lucas tries to pull the group's attention back. “What are we going to do about El’s sister, I mean, she was taken, and it sounds like there are some pretty bad guys involved in all of this”.
El frowns at his words, knowing that they are true. It’s one thing for Mike to have already volunteered his safety, but his group of friends with whom she’s just met, something doesn’t feel right about it.
She decides to speak up, “Look I-” she starts and everyone’s eyes turn to her, she can feel her usual shyness washing over her, she fiddles with her sleeves going to speak again, “I really appreciate that you guys want to help but...I don’t want to put any of you in danger” she said sincerely. Her eyes move across each of theirs until they settle on Mike’s.
There’s a deep worry written within his dark eyes, and he’s the first to step in.
“El, we’ve already told you, we’re willing to help you, no matter what” he states firmly.
“But-” she starts and a hand on her shoulder stops her, she looks to Will who's giving her a knowing look, “Hey, we’ve already agreed to help, you can’t throw us out easily”.
“Besides, when a party member is in need of assistance, we have to help,” Dustin nods to her.
El feels herself softened, and a slight burning behind her eyes, she’s never had people, let alone people she’s just met be so sincere with words.
Mike moves around his coffee table and sits on the other side of her, he takes his hands in hers, giving her that warm smile that makes her heart stir. “We’re doing this together El. All of us”.
A stray tear escapes her eyes and she smiles at him and then the others, “Thank you” she whispers as a silence falls upon them.
They choose to keep the topics light before the pizza appears about an hour later. Mike feels like his face is permanently stained red from his friends' stories that they had been going on about since El’s initial hesitancy towards them helping her.
Dustin, of course, kicking them off, wanting to calm El’s emotions.
And, he starts with a doozy, about the one of many times Mike toppled down his parents wooden stairs at his childhood home and down into the basement.
“He was like a baby giraffe! Every month he seemed to grow an inch and just couldn’t walk straight!” Dustin laughed as he told the story of Mike taking almost a nose dive halfway down the stairs carrying a plate of cookies his mom had made.
“The cookies went EVERYWHERE and Mike just face planted the floor!” He continues, his body shaking with laughter as he sits on the armrest of the opposite couch.
He can hear El’s delicate laughter from beside him, and he knocks his shoulder against hers.
“I’m glad you find my pain funny” he teases, and El wipes away a tear from laughing so much.
“I’m sorry, but you were pretty accident prone, weren’t you?” she gives him a teasing smirk.
Even though it sucks having his friends relay some of his most unfortunate events to a very pretty girl, he’s happy to see her smiling and laughing along with the rest of them. He knew telling El an in depth life story wasn’t easy. And jumping right back into it didn’t seem like the best idea. So, when Dustin had begun to tell El about their childhood, it was a great tension breaker. Even if it was at his own expense.
But, he was thankful that Will had brought up the time Dustin had cried once when the fire alarm went off during school, that one shut up Dustin pretty quickly.
Finally, there’s a knock on his door, and Mike heads to the noise greeting the pizza man and exchanging his money for the tower of pizza boxes that are stacked on top of one another.
Dustin is by his side immediately as he grabs half of the pizzas and heads for the kitchen.
“Chow time!” he shouts as he throws open the nearest box, and immediately, Animas and humans surround Mike’s island.
Mike sets down the rest of the boxes with a huff, opening them as the fresh steam rolls out.
Mike picks up a piece of meat lover and hands it to Pitch who’s staring at him with wide eyes.
“I swear, this is the only time I see you get excited” he teases his partner as the wolf takes it with a snap of his mighty jaw.
“Yeah, because you hardly ever order pizza” Pitch states, his words muffled by the pizza he’s trying to consume.
Suddenly a warmth washes over Mike. It’s so calm and pure it causes a shiver to run down his spine. It relaxes him immediately.
He looks suddenly at El who has shyly approached the kitchen, unlike his friends who just about bombarded the small area.
His eyes are wide as El moves her hands delicately from the top of Pitch’s head and down to his upper neck.
He sees Pitch’s eyes roll back into his head in pleasure, and Mike can totally feel it too. The complete wash of delicacy, and comfort. Usually, it’s quite taboo for others to touch your Anima, but Mike is frozen in the feeling that El is sending through Pitch.
El immediately freezes and pulls her hand away from Pitch as if she had touched something hot. Her eyes swivel to his quickly, a guilty look on her face.
“I’m...I’m so sorry” she whispers, shaking her head, as if ashamed by her actions.
With her hand pulled away from Pitch, Mike finally shakes himself out of his moment of pure bliss.
“No, no, don’t worry about it” Mike approaches her quickly.
“I...I didn’t mean to just pat him, he’s just...so fluffy” she hides her smirk as she ducks her head.
Mike reaches out and gently touches El’s forearm, and she hesitantly looks him in the eye.
“El” he breathes, “Don’t worry about it, it’s...uh… it was-” but he didn’t want his words to come off as weird or creepy. As he wanted to say how nice it felt, but he felt that those words didn’t seem appropriate.
Pitch looks up at her, “Yeah, don’t worry about it, you’ve got a nice touch, it feels nice” he gives her a wolfish grin.
Mike wants to facepalm himself as he watches El’s face pinken at the wolf's words. She flicks her eyes back to Mike, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Uhhh-” he honestly has nothing to say.
“Yeah Mike”, Dustin moves over to him patting him roughly on the shoulder, his mouth full of food as he speaks, “It seems you really enjoyed that”.
He seriously wished he had better friends.
“Dustin!” Mike growls angrily at his friend who only turns away with his hands in the air.
Uncertain, he turns back to El who’s still giving him a shy look, “I really am sorry, I know it’s not appropriate to touch someone’s other Anima without asking”.
Mike’s a bit relieved that either El doesn’t seem to be put off by Dustin’s words, or, she has merely grown to accept the fact that his friends are kind of assholes and they will tease him mercilessly till the day he dies.
Mike softens, “No really, it’s okay, honestly, it’s not the first time” he shrugs.
El gives him a pointed look. He can’t help but smile at her look, her face is turned in a way that he finds very cute.
“For some reason, people find Pitch adorable and pattable” and at this he pats his partner firmly on the head, Pitch growls in return as he makes his way away from them.
“I just know that it doesn’t always...feel...right” she shrinks away.
Mike knows that she’s talking about her own past history with people not just touching, but torturing her and Veda, he can only imagine what trauma they must have faced.
But, he understands too. Since Pitch isn’t that small, it’s fairly common for a passerbys hand to skim Pitch’s fur. Most of the time Mike just lets the feeling flow through him. However, there are times where even if the touch is light, he can feel the malice, or anger or any other negative feelings that flow from the person accidentally touching Pitch and straight into himself. It usually takes him a minute or longer to shake those feelings.
And, even though his friends and family members have touched Pitch, which he doesn’t usually mind, he’s never felt the way he did when El touched Pitch. Because it wasn’t her first time, and he secretly hoped it wouldn’t be the last.
He reaches for her again, for some reason, he likes the physical contact between them.
Lowering his head he whispers to her “El, please don’t worry about it, your touch is really nice, I didn’t mind it”.
Her eyes widen at his words, and her body relaxes, she nods in understanding, and Mike flashes her a grin as he points to the boxes of pizza, “So, what would you like?”
She feels content at the warm contents that now fill her stomach. Even though she didn’t say anything, she was quite hungry. Especially since they had missed lunch due to Mike’s friends arriving out of the blue.
Now, they once again gravitated towards the living room. Mike moves around his kitchen as he pulls multiple coffee mugs from his cabinets and arranges them on his kitchen island. The warm aroma of coffee wafts through his apartment, closing her eyes, El sighed in contentment at the smell.
Mike’s voice breaks her from her daze, “Coffee?” he asks, holding out a mug towards her.
She opens her eyes slowly and meets Mike’s dark gaze. Smiling, she takes the cup from him as he sits beside her, his new weight causing her to shift a bit closer to him.
The rest of the group reaches forward towards the steaming mugs of coffee from the tray Mike has placed before them. She gingerly reaches forward to grab some sugar and milk as she swirls it into her mug.
It’s fairly quiet as they sit in a comfortable silence, allowing for their dinners to digest.
But, it doesn’t surprise her when the silence is finally broken.
“So-” Lucas starts and all eyes are on him, and El knows what he’s going to ask.
“What’s the big plan? I mean...we can’t just assume that things are going to get better” he shrugs his shoulders.
She hears Mike huff beside her and sees that he’s giving his friend an incredulous look. But now it’s El’s turn to comfort Mike as she reaches out her hand and plants it softly on his wrist.
He turns his head quickly towards her and she gives him a gentle look.
“Lucas is right. Things aren’t going to get better, he’s still going to be looking for me” she gazes about her new group of friends who nod at her words.
“How did he find you guys in the first place anyways?” Will asks.
This particular question freezes El in her seat. Truthfully, she had been so scared about her own life and Kali’s that she hadn’t even thought of that notion.
She can feel everyone’s tense gaze upon her and as El moves between each of their eyes, she just shakes her head.
“I...I don’t know” her voice is soft as she looks down into her lap, feeling slightly ashamed for not knowing the answer to what seems to be a very simple question.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s kind of weird that he just showed up out of nowhere after many years, and besides, you were from Hawkins, and he just kind of disappeared after the lab got shut down” Mike reasons.
“Wait” and at this Max holds up her hand, her blue eyes widening almost comically.
“Hawkins lab, you mean that weird place from our hometown?” she stresses.
El nods, “Yes, that’s where I was born...experimented on” she can feel the heaviness in her voice.
“So, you were in Hawkins, that lab!?” Dustin exclaims, leaning forward in his seat.
“Yes Dustin, she was there the whole time we were” she can hear Mike’s voice full of sadness.
“Holy shit, how does that even happen!? We...we could of-” Dustin shakes his head as words fail him as runs an unsteady hand through his curly hair, his face contorting wildly. While Max, Lucas and Will sit up straighter in their seats, their eyes widening in realization.
“Dustin, we get it, it’s crazy, but let’s not-” and Mike stops suddenly, and El peeks her eyes up just so. She can see that Mike is giving Dustin a hard stare. And she knows what he’s trying to communicate to his loud friend, ‘Don’t upset her more’.
And El feels grateful for the man sitting beside her. Because she’s already been through it once with him, she’d rather not get into it with the rest of his friends.
Dustin takes a steadying breath, and nods slowly.
“So, this asshole Brenner, he kidnapped your sister?” Dustin asks firmly.
El nods, “Yes, we moved away from there five years ago after we escaped. We knew he’d be tracking us down but...we were careful, we never…” and her voice fails her.
Her mind begins to go into overdrive as she thinks about her sister and how she had allowed herself to escape. And now, Kali was probably back there, locked away, Brenner just waiting for the right moment to start his testing once again.
A silent tear escapes her eye, and she tries to hide it, but it’s almost impossible because...she’s scared.
It doesn’t take long for the tears to keep dripping down onto her dark jeans. A light splattering noise echoes against the silence that now surrounds her as her tears fall.
She can feel the anxiety, worry and fear creep up within her, and she begins to experience the wall of darkness swooping in around her as she hunches forward.
However, her body doesn’t go very far as a pair of warm, strong arms envelop her.
Her breath caught in her throat and her tears stopped. The arms squeeze tighter, and she realizes that Mike is holding her firmly in his embrace.
“It’s okay El. We promise, we’ll figure this all out, you don’t need to be scared” Mike’s voice is slightly muffled as his mouth falls to the side of her head, buried in her thick hair.
It’s as if he read her mind. Felt every emotion that was coursing through her veins at an alarming rate. But, just his simple embrace halted the onslaught of what she knew could have developed into a full blown panic attack. And for some reason, just his simple touch stopped it all.
She raises her head slowly and she sees the faces of her newfound friends looking at her. And, instead of seeing pity or sadness, she sees fierce determination, and dedication there instead.
“El, you don’t need to worry with us around, we’ll be sure to protect you” Will states firmly as he adjusts his still sleeping Anima in his grasp.
“No, you’re safe with us,” Mike’s voice is gentle as he slowly pulls away from her, but not fully retrieving his arms from around her, instead, he holds her gently, as if he were a warm security blanket.
She relaxes in his comforting grip.
Max looks at her, “So, how do we even begin looking for your sister. I mean, she could be anywhere” she shrugs while the others nod.
El sighs, “I have a way, it’s just...it’s a little weird” her voice is quiet.
“What do you mean?” Mike looks down at her, as she looks up to him.
She gives a small half smile, “Remember when I said I could look for people?”
He nods, and so do the others.
“That’s how I’ll find her”.
Like a well oiled machine, Dustin, Luas and Mike move about Mike’s apartment, hunting for the supplies she asked for, as she settles herself more firmly into Mike’s well worn couch.
Max and Will sit on the other couch, exchanging soft words, waiting for the others to return.
She’s trying to focus on her breath, trying to calm the anxiety that stirs uncomfortably within the depths of her stomach.
Dustin, Lucas and Mike come out of Mike’s room, each holding an item.
“Here’s a box of tissues” Lucas places the item in front of El.
“And one of Mike’s old ties” he can’t help but throw a look to Mike who rolls his eyes in return. But El smiles as she takes the dark blue tie in her hands as she swipes her fingers over the smooth material.
“And here-” Mike starts as he places a retro, 80’s something radio before her, “Is my old radio” he finishes as he fishes the bent antennae from behind the radio.
A smile forms on her face, a flash of remembrance going across her mind as she thinks of the very similar radio she had back at the hideout.
Mike fiddles with the knobs as the radio shrieks to life, causing the party to jump slightly.
“Sorry” Mike mumbles as he fiddles with the volume and then he begins to fish for a station.
El listens carefully, and when her ears pick up exactly what she needs, she holds out a hand when Mike lands on a stream of static, “No, stop there”.
He looks back at her with a peculiar look. She nods at him, “Yes, that’s what I need”. With one last quirk of an eyebrow Mike simply nods his head, as he turns up the volume, static filling the apartment. He moves to sit back beside her.
El lets out a huff of breath as she fiddles nervously with the tie in between her fingers. She looks at her new friends. Suddenly Veda comes up next to her and she welcomes her Anima's comfort.
“So, this usually takes me a minute, but...with the static and my powers I’m able to go into this place, this...void” she begins to explain as the party leans in as if she’s about to tell a scary story.
“Everything’s black, it’s empty. But, if I focus enough, I can find who I’m looking for and hopefully I can find out where Kali is” she explains.
“How long does it take?” Max asked worriedly.
El shrugs, “Depends on how quickly I can connect to her”.
“And, what happens when you find her?” Lucas whispers, licking his lips anxiously.
“Not much, I can’t usually talk to people in the void, but, hopefully I can see where she is” she finishes.
“Well, we’ll all be right here” Mike states firmly as he rests a gentle hand on her leg. And even though it’s not skin to skin contact, she can feel his warmth radiating within him.
“I know” she gives him a soft smile and she enjoys watching him flush lightly. It’s the last thing she sees as she closes out the light as she brings the tie up around her eyes, tying it firmly behind her head.
She focuses on the static, her breathing, and a familiar scent that begins to overwhelm her senses as she falls into the void.
Her eyes flick open into the oh too familiar atmosphere that she had come to avoid the last five years. Even after being forced into the inky black hole that she herself dubbed the ‘void’ too many times during her years locked up in the lab, and avoiding it like the plague, it’s like she never left.
The water beneath her feet is cool, as is the atmosphere around her. A shiver runs up her spine, recalling particular memories that she’d rather not revisit.
She forces herself to calm down and focus, “Kali...Kali” she mutters under a hushed breath.
“NO! You can’t do this to me again!” her sister's screams echo into the empty space.
El spins, the water sloshing around her and spraying her bare arms with coldness.
“Kali!” El shouts as she sees her sister tied to a cold metal chair.
She begins to run towards the girl, “Kali!” she can’t help but yell once again.
But, another figure appears out of a smoky haze, El freezes.
The familiar white jacket cascades about him, matching his snow white hair and silver Anima that sits perched in its usual spot upon his shoulder.
El feels bile moving up her esophagus as she sees the man who haunts her nightmares. Clear as day, as if five years never passed.
He moves around Kali who struggles against her restraints as if he were a lion stalking his prey. His arms folded perfectly behind his back, his eyes cool and evaluating.
He tuts, “My dear number Eight, it is so good to see you again”.
His icy voice causes El to shutter.
Kali cries out, “Let me go!” her voice is raw.
“Oh, but you and Eleven were very bad. You ran away from your papa, and now...now I need to make sure that won’t happen again” his voice smooth and steely.
“You...you were never our father” Kali growls, her body now shaking with malice.
“But, I was. And you and your sister were not very nice to me” he shakes his head slowly.
“Bastard! You showed us no love, no empathy, just pain!” she tries to lunge at him, but the binds around her hold firm.
“Tough love, I call it” he says as he moves a long finger in her direction, pulling at her chin, but Kali yanks away from his touch.
“Listen, follow the rules and nothing happens, that’s all I asked of you girls” he continues to pace around her.
“It took me years to find you, now I just need your sister” he grins slowly.
El feels her heart tug at his words.
Kali lets out a strained laugh, “You won’t find her”.
Brenner stops in his place and looks to her, “Oh, but my dear daughter, I will. Now that I have you, she’ll come looking for you. She’ll know exactly where to find you”.
And then, to El’s horror, Brenner turns and practically faces her. Their eyes meet, and as if he can feel her, he looks her dead in the eye, “Isn’t that right...Eleven?”
El stutters backwards, as she shakes her head wildly, “No...no...NO!” she screams out, holding her head as every ounce of fear washed over her. The darkness fades as her screams chase her back into the light.
“El, El, EL! It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m right here!” a gentle voice pulls her back into what she knows is the real world. As she feels a gentle touch on her arm.
She can feel the scream dying in her throat as her arms thrash about, she’s pulling at the tie around her head, desperate to be free of the darkness.
When the light meets her eyes she sees that the party is pulled back in shock, but Mike who is beside her reaches for her, immediately she dives into his embrace.
Her tears are hot and heavy as they cascade down her face. They meet with the blood that she knows is tricking out of her nose. She can taste the iron and salt as she tucks in her lips to hold back a cry.
She tucks her head into Mike’s neck.
He’s rubbing her back soothingly, “El, hey, it’s okay, we’re right here” he says softly, trying to get her to calm down.
El feels her breathing coming out quick and fast. She closes her eyes tightly as she attempts to calm herself.
“El, you’re okay” Veda says gently as she nuzzles up against her.
And it’s then with Mike’s warm embrace and Veda’s near presence when she feels herself finally calming.
She tries to bury herself in the feelings around her, “I’m safe, I’m okay” she keeps repeating to herself and finally, she tepidly pulls herself away from Mike’s embrace.
He follows her as he pulls his head back as well. She can see his ebony eyes are filled with concern, but also a relief.
“I’m okay” she says slowly, reaching out a hand to pat Veda who moves into her gesture.
“Woah, that was intense” Dustin states, as he rubs his hands on his pants anxiously.
Max gives him a quick whack on the arm, “Dustin!” she glares at him as he says “Ow” and rubs the spot Max hit him.
El gives a small laugh, “No. I totally get it, it is intense”.
The party looks at her.
She notices that Mike’s arm is still wrapped protectively around her, and she sinks into the gesture.
“Did...did you see anything?” he asks tentatively.
She searches his eyes and she nods, “Yes, I found her”.
As if everyone was holding their breath, a universal sigh seems to escape everyone’s lungs.
“Well, that’s good...right?” Lucas' face brightens, but there’s some hesitancy behind his words.
El shakes her head, “Brenner has her”.
Max lets out a gasp, “Seriously?”
El nods in confirmation. “Yes. And...they’re back in Hawkins”.
“But, how did you know all that?” Will asks.
El closes her eyes as she remembers clear as day, the man who held her captive, his eyes locking straight with hers.
“He...he was there in the void. He had Kali tied up, he-” she started, but something held her back from stating what he actually did. “I could just tell, he brought her back to where it all began. No one would suspect him going back”, at least she knew those words were true. She knew, she felt exactly where they were.
She rubbed at her tired eyes. Not sure what their next step was going to be.
“Well, that’s a lot to think about” Will notes sadly.
El tries to hide the tiredness that surrounds her, but she can feel Mike’s eyes on her.
“Yeah, today was a lot to take in and-” El looks up to see Mike moving his eyes about her, “And I’m sure that took a lot out of El. Why don’t we reconvene tomorrow, you know, fresh brains” he suggests.
El sags in relief, thankful that Mike can read her easily.
The others nod in agreement. “That sounds good to me, I’m beat anyways” Dustin stretches his arms over his head letting out a loud yawn.
Everyone moves to stand on their feet, their Anima’s following close behind as Mike and El guide them to his door.
Lucas holds the door open as Max, Dustin and Will make their way out into the hallway.
It hits El then, that it’s a little weird in context. She and Mike stand on the other side of the doorway, she with her arms crossed loosely around her midsection, Mike with his hands in his pockets. It’s almost as if this is a natural thing for them, as if this has happened a million times before. Their friends come over for food and a good time, Mike and El chauffeuring them to the door to say goodnight. Next, the door will close and it will be just the two of them. And even though that’s all it’s been for the last couple of days, she sees the knowing looks the rest of the party is giving them, and El can’t help but blush.
“Well, it was great meeting you El” Max flashes her a bright smile as she holds her Anima within her arms. El gives her a grin in return, “It was so nice to meet you too, all of you” she moves her eyes to the rest of the friends.
They all give her winning smiles as they turn to head down the hallway.
And of course, Dustin’s the one to end the night on an awkward note as he yells to herself and Mike, “Goodnight you two! Don’t have too much fun!” and he dashes along with Dart down the hallway as Mike moves to yell at his friend, but the curly haired man disappears around the corner before Mike can get a word in edgewise.
A stream of giggles erupts from El as Mike comes back towards the doorway, his face more red than anything.
He gives her a look as she tries to hide her laughter behind her hands.
A frustrated huff leaves his mouth.
“Well, you certainly have some colorful friends” she cocks her matching redface to the side.
Mike nods slowly, “Yeah, real colorful” he smirks at her as he steps into his apartment, and shuts the door behind him.
And now, it’s just the two of them. Alone.
A silence befalls them as they shuffle awkwardly on their feet, El struggles to meet Mike’s eyes, and she sees he’s having the same problem.
Mike clears his throat, “Uhm, I’m just going to pick up the pizza boxes and then head to bed. I’m sure you’re really tired to”.
El nods in agreement, “Yeah, going into the void can be tiring”.
Mike moves towards the kitchen as he moves all the spare pieces of pizza into one box. El watches from the side.
He looks up at her, “El, don’t worry, you can head to bed. You look exhausted”.
She narrows her eyes at him, teasingly, and he backs tracks slightly, his face faltering, “No, I didn’t...I didn’t mean it as a bad thing. I just…*sigh*” he stops as he runs a nervous hand through his hair.
El giggles at his awkwardness as she moves around the island, she places a delicate hand on his arm, and their gaze meets.
She tries to convey every feeling, every thank you to him because she doesn’t think he understands just exactly how much he helped her today.
His eyes soften, “Mike, thank you” she says gently.
She watches as the corner of his lip pulls upwards slightly. “You don’t have to thank me, that’s what friends are for” he shrugs.
El squeezes his arm in a comforting way. A beat passes between them. And even though they’re alone, they’re both exhausted, she can see the dark rings beginning to grow beneath his own eyelids. The moment from earlier has passed, and she thinks she’s okay with it.
“Good night Mike” she gives him a shy smile.
“Night El” he whispers back. And with that, she heads towards his guest bedroom, Veda in tow.
She can feel his eyes on her as she approaches the door, she turns as she moves to shut the door.
Their eyes catch, and they stay connected with one another as El slowly shuts the door. Feeling slightly sad as their gaze breaks, and even though he’s only on the other side of the door, she wants nothing more than to be with him again.
Notes:
AHHH! That one took me a bit longer, but I was also working on getting a chapter out for Watching Her Fall In Love as well. There’s another part I wanted to add in here, butttt, I think it will fit and lead better with the next chapter, let’s just say there’s a lot of sweet Mileven fluff that will follow!
This chapter was also tricky because I had to lead into finding Kali and after many rewrites, I think I got it. It’s a lot for the party to take in with their first time meeting El, but needed to get things rolling.
Anyways, thank you all for reading! I can’t wait to get the next chapter out! And I hope you all enjoyed this one!
Till next time and as always REVIEWS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED! You are all awesome!
Chapter 9: The Nightmare
Chapter Text
His eyes never leave hers as she tentatively closes the door that will separate them till morning. Even though it’s just an inch of wood, Mike can’t help but feel a slight annoyance at the object as he sees El's warm eyes disappear.
When the soft ‘click’ of the door is heard, his shoulders slump as he heaves a heavy sigh, casting his arms outwards and pushing his weight against them. His head drops as he shakes his head growling in defeat.
“You know, you can talk to her, right?” Pitch’s voice causes Mike to look up at his partner.
Mike rolls his eyes as he begins to move about his small kitchen, picking up after the party.
“About what?” Mike grumbles, knowing that his Anima is going to have some kind of terse comeback.
“About how you like her”.
And there it is , Mike thinks to himself and doesn’t retort as he focuses on cleaning.
He hears his Anima sigh heavily, “You know, there’s no harm in trying. I mean, I’m pretty sure it’s a one in a million chance for us Anima’s to change on the spot in meeting the other half of our soul. Look at Lucas and Max”.
Mike feels his shoulders tense as he places the stack of pizza boxes by his door that he plans to recycle later. He knows there is truth to Pitch’s words, but there’s a deep fear that lingers within himself.
And of course, Pitch can’t help to bring it up, “I know you have this whole issue because of your parents and all bu-” he starts and Mike turns to him quickly, “This has nothing to do with my parents!” he bites back.
Pitch gives him a wistful look, and Mike’s slightly surprised to see some sort of disappointment cross his features, “I’m a part of you Mike, when are you going to understand that?” he shakes his burly head and moves across the living room and heads towards their bedroom.
Mike huffs as he tightens his fists together in anger. He slumps forward at the kitchen sink, using his arms to brace himself. He can feel the frustration pulsing through him, both his own and Pitch’s as well.
It’s a concept Mike has never fully understood. For ages, he has always wondered what made him and Pitch so different from one another. He could never recount a time where he met another human and Anima that were like he and Pitch: unmatched. Or, that’s what Mike felt anyways.
He would always watch his friends, and now even El with Veda, and there was a surge of jealousy that rested within him.
Mike silently wished more often than not that they could go back, back to their childhood when things were good. It seemed that when Mike was an adolescent and Pitch had morphed into his wolf form is when things began to change between them. Beforehand, Mike felt connected with him, now, it was like they truly were two separate entities and it bothered him to no end.
Closing his eyes firmly and taking a deep breath, Mike shook off the rest of his thoughts as he washed his hands one last time and made his way into his room.
He cast a curious eye to see that Pitch was already curled up on his fancy bed and seemed to be asleep. Mike moved to his dresser as he stripped down to his boxer briefs and tossed on his favorite Star Wars sleep shirt.
Crawling into his bed he felt the exhaustion of the day hit him hard. Although his mind swirled with a thousand different thoughts and feelings that left him awake. It wasn’t until his eyes finally collapsed from fighting sleep, did he finally drift off.
However, it didn’t feel like his slumber was for long, as an unsettling scream pulled him awake.
Her eyes flitted back and forth as she stared at the ceiling before her. One of her arms was tucked comfortably under her head that was supported by a fluffy pillow, as her other hand played absentmindedly with the comfy duvet cover that rested gently across her body.
She could feel the tiredness that hung heavily to her eyes, but her thoughts that were loud and obnoxious kept her from slumper.
“Can’t sleep?” The voice of Veda caused El to turn her head towards her small Anima who was curled up on the other side of the large bed.
El could just barely make out the foxes glinting eyes in the darkness of the room. Knowing her partner had no trouble seeing her at night, she shrugged and moved her head back to its previous position, her eyes gazing towards the ceiling.
“It’s okay to feel nervous” Veda continues, not shifting in the slightest as she talks.
A heavy sigh escapes from El, “I know. I just...it’s hard for me to believe that Mike and his friends are willing to go into such a dangerous situation. Just for me” she whispers her last words.
“They care about you” Veda states simply.
El closes her eyes tightly, groaning, “Exactly. And I don’t get why! They just met me, why are they willing to do this?”
A silence befalls them for a moment.
“Maybe they see who you are. They want to help you” the fox suggests.
El huffs, “I’ve never had anyone be so willing to help me before”. She moves her arm from out under her head and moves it to join her other one. Now both of her hands play with the silky material of the bed cover.
“Well, maybe you’ve finally met some people who actually care about you” El picks up Veda’s connotation. El knows that her Anima wasn’t too fond of the group she and Kali had joined. Veda had never liked the antics they got up to just to survive.
El remembers the countless arguments they had over the group. Veda is always pushing her to leave. But, El had no one else. Nowhere else to go. So, she was stuck.
But, El smiles slightly at her Anima’s words. “Yes, they are really nice”.
El feels something stir within her at Veda’s next words, “Hmm, Mike especially”.
Her cheeks redden. And she’s pretty sure they were glowing even in the darkness of the room around them.
She scoffs though, “He’s just being friendly”.
“Friendly doesn’t mean almost kissing” Veda fires back.
El’s mouth drops open as she sits up suddenly and turns towards her Anima once again. She opens her mouth to speak, but the fox cuts her off, “Get some sleep El, goodnight” Veda whispers, and El sees the glint of her Anima’s eyes disappear.
Knowing it’s a losing situation, El flopped back onto the bed, casting her arms outwards.
Her eyes settle on the ceiling once again. And even though her thoughts swirl about her, the exhaustion that holds over her finally hits, as her eyes drift close.
The coldness is so dense it seeps into her bones. She wraps her arms tightly around herself, trying to hold in any warmth that might still be there.
It’s dark all around her. The only thing she can see is the smoky outline of her breath that permeates the air around her.
She casts her head in multiple directions, looking for some sort of light, any sort of person.
“Hello?” she calls out, her shivering voice echoing around her.
Her body shakes as the frigid temperature sinks deeper into her body.
She takes a tentative step forward, a wetness seeps into her bare feet, she looks down suddenly as a gasp of air escapes her mouth. It floats delicately in the air.
Her arms drop to the side as she looks around. She’s in the void.
A panic travels up her spine, “Hello!?” she cries once again, her voice more desperate as her breath quickens.
Her chest rises and falls in quick repetition as she begins to feel the panic rise within her.
She runs forward, her face frozen in worry as she looks about in the endless space.
“Mike...Mike!?” she cries out.
“No one can hear you Eleven”, his cool, venomous voice causes her to freeze.
She doesn’t turn around, she doesn’t need to, to know who the owner of the voice is.
El remains rooted to her spot, as she tries to calm her breathing.
She shakes her head, “No, no...you’re not here” she mutters to herself.
“Oh, but I very much am Eleven. I’m here, in your mind” she can hear his voice getting closer, so she turns around slowly.
And even though she doesn’t want to see his face, she stares him directly in the eyes.
“What are you doing here?” she questions trying to keep her voice even.
He cracks a devilish smile at her. “It’s not very hard to get into your mind Eleven. Not when you’re so open and vulnerable”.
She furrows her face in confusion, “What do you mean?”
“You’re so emotionally overwhelmed that it makes you weak, letting your mind's guards break with ease”.
“I’m not emotionally weak” she spits back.
“But you are. And you know it, and because of that, it will be easy to find you” he takes a slow step forward and El mimics him in the opposite direction.
“No, this isn’t real, you aren’t here” she shakes her head in disbelief.
Another quirk of his lips, “But you know that isn’t true. You know this is real, you know that I’m getting closer to finding you, and it’s causing you to become weak.”
El lets out a stream of hot air from her nose, “There’s no way you’d be able to find me”.
Brenner gives her a surprised look, “But I think there is, and...who’s this Mike fellow anyways?”
El tries to keep her face unreactive, but she knows her eyes widen in fear, and it’s all he needs.
“That’s what I thought. It won’t be long now Eleven” he grinned wickedly at her.
“NO!” she shouts, her hands tightening into fists, “NO!” she screams as she casts out her hands towards Brenner as he’s thrown back by the force of her powers.
She watches as he catapults into the air, as his figure disperses into the blackness around her.
Her chest feels tight as her heart beats rapidly against her chest.
The tears burn as they cascade from her eyes.
El can feel the burning sensation within her, the rage, she lets out a long, terrified scream.
She’s still screaming bloody murder as she feels herself being shaken.
“EL!” she hears a man’s voice calling out to her. Hands are on her shoulders as she’s being shaken.
“NO, NO, NO!” she keeps shouting, some sense of reality hitting her as she thrashes out her hands, making contact with something.
She hears a huff of air escape the person. She concentrates, and the shaking stops, she is unable to take in her surroundings due to the darkness that’s around her.
“El, let him go!” Veda’s voice causes reality to hit El like a ton of bricks.
“El...it’s me” she hears a strangled voice beside her.
“Mike!?” she cries out and she realizes that she’s holding him back with his powers, she immediately lets him go.
She hears him take in a deep breath as he moves around in the dark. Her eyes squint at the sudden brightness of the lamp he flicks on.
Her eyes are immediately on him.
She can see the multiple emotions that are flickering across his face as he struggles to catch his breath, and she finds she’s doing the same.
“Are you okay?” he asks tentatively as he stays frozen in his spot, unsure as to what he should be doing.
It dawns on her that she was dreaming, that it wasn’t real.
But it felt real, her mind tells her.
“El?” She turns to Veda who is also looking at her with extreme concern.
Then it all sinks in, and she lets the terror flow through her.
She shakes her head, and the tears begin to flow.
“El are you-” Mike begins to move towards her, and El moves so quickly because she needs anything to feel safe. She grabs ahold of his arms and tugs him roughly towards her.
She buries herself into his chest, wrapping her arms around his waist tightly as she sobs into his chest.
El can feel Mike freeze at the suddenness of the contact, but it only takes him a half second to move and wrap his arms around her small frame. El sighs in between sobs at the contact.
His hands begin to move up and down her back in a soothing motion, as she allows herself to break in his arms.
There’s a steady silence that surrounds them, and El isn’t sure how long they stay there. Mike with half a leg on the bed, and the other stabilizing him on the floor. While El curls herself up into him, practically sitting in his lap.
“You’re okay, I’m right here” Mike’s soft voice keeps repeating the same phrase over and over again, and El melts each time he says them, as he gently rocks them.
She can feel his warm breath tickling the side of her neck, as her crying finally settles.
El sniffles, trying to eradicate the mucus that has now run down her face and causing her nose to get stuffy.
As she pulls back slowly, Mike doesn’t remove his arms from around her.
She moves one of her arms from his waist as she wipes at her red rimmed eyes. She casually glances up at him and he’s looking down at her, she lets out a half-hearted chuckle.
“I’m sorry” she chokes as she tries to compose herself.
“Sorry? What are you sorry for?” His voice is low.
El shakes her head, “For crying all over you” she gestures to his very soaked shirt.
And she can’t help but let out another slight chuckle as her bleary eyes catch what’s emblazoned on his sleep shirt.
Mike gives her a look of confusion before she pulls back a bit more and she tugs at her night shirt.
His eyes widen in shock as he looks between her shirt and his. They’re identical, almost down to the amount of fade that the logo shows from use.
“Well” he laughs, “Great minds think alike” he gives her a warm smile.
El nods at this as she can’t help but pull at the bottom of her shirt and pull it up towards her face, dabbing at her eyes.
She watches as Mike turns away slightly, his face reddening slightly, and she stupidly realizes that she’s probably giving him a total peek at her stomach.
She drops the shirt from her hand, her own cheeks reddening “Oh, sorry, just...a nervous habit” she tries to make light of the situation.
Mike turns back towards her shaking his head, “No worries” he flashes her another smile.
And even though she wants to return it, she can’t. There’s a heaviness that falls on her as if she was carrying a hundred pound backpack. She ducks her head.
“Hey”, Mike says gently as she feels his hand gracing her chin as he tilts it upwards. El keeps her eyes cast downwards, not wanting to meet his eyes.
“You don’t have to be sorry for crying” he starts and when she still doesn’t look at him, he sighs, “El, come on. Look at me” he pleads.
And even though she really doesn’t want to, with a heavy breath she raises her tired eyes and their brown eyes meet.
He’s giving her a gentle look as he slowly moves his hands about her face, pulling at the strands of hair that have stuck to her face from the tears. He guides them to rest behind her ear. Their eyes never leave one another.
“What happened?” His voice is quiet, but even.
El slumps her shoulders, she knew he was going to ask her what happened.
“El, tell him” Veda makes her presence known by nudging the side of her arm.
She looks down at the foxes worried eyes. Even though they don’t experience each other’s dreams, they know when a nightmare has invaded their peaceful sleep.
El huffs, and then turns back to Mike who is waiting patiently.
“I...I had a dream about him...Brenner” her voice cracks. “But, it was weird” she scrunches her face.
“Weird, how?” Mike asks.
El shrugs, “I was...I was in the void, and he was there and...it was like he was actually there, like...it wasn’t a dream but...it was?” she looks up at Mike with uncertainty.
He nods slowly, “So, he freaked you out?”
“That’s an understatement. He said he would find me, and…” her mind drifted to what he had said about Mike, and finding him as well.
“And?” Mike pushes.
She looks at him, and the concern and worry is written plainly on his face. She knows she needs to be truthful, “And...he said he’d find me. Find you” she turns away from him.
“Me?” He asks, startled.
El nods her head, “Yeah, that’s why...I don’t know” she huffed as she brought up her hands to run them through her wild curls, “I don’t know if it was a dream or not. It felt so real.”
“It felt like I was in the void. The same dark, empty space, the cold environment, the water on the floor” she explains as she looks off, distracted by her own thoughts.
Another silence falls before them.
But Mike finally breaks it as he reaches out to her, “Hey” he says gently, resting a hand on her arm. She pulls her eyes up to look at him, “Whether it was real or not, it still sounds super creepy, I mean...who wouldn’t wake up freaked out,'' he shrugs.
El softens. A feeling of relief washing over her.
“Thanks...for being here” she whispers.
Mike nods as a small smile plays at the corner of his mouth. “Anytime”, he whispers back.
They stare at each other for a long moment, and El almost forgets her dream. But, she’s brought back to reality when Mike begins to move his leg that’s on the bed and slides it off, he stands to his feet.
El’s eyes widen as he begins to move away from her.
“Well it seems like-” he starts, but he stops suddenly when El vice grips his forearm.
He gives her a curious look. And El stares at the man before her. His untamed hair is even more so due to sleep, and she realizes then that not only is he in the same Star Wars shirt as her, but he's only wearing boxers.
Her face reddens as the next thought traverses through her mind. But she can’t help it, her anxiety is too high.
“Stay” she whispers, her voice shaky.
Her soft eyes glisten with unshed tears as Mike’s face turns into that of shock at her words.
Stammering, “Uh...you...you mean...here?” he gestures to the room.
El can only nod somewhat shamefully.
She knows it’s weird and awkward, but there’s something about his presence that calms her for some reason. Yes, she has Veda, but to have an actual human being near her while she sleeps is entirely different. She cannot count the times she and Kali shared the same bed when one of them couldn’t sleep. El always seemed to have nightmares even if her sister was by her side, but just the notion of someone being right there if she needed it was enough.
“El, I-” he starts. And she knows she’s pushing it, especially as she slides her hand downwards on his forearm and finds Mike’s hand. She intertwines their fingers together. Her amber eyes flick to his dark ones.
“Please” she whispers again, voice soft and pleading.
And that’s all it seems to take for Mike to release a breath of air before he nods towards the bed, “Scoot over” he states.
El exhales in relief as she scoots over in the queen sized bed. Veda jumps down from the bed. “I’m going out into the living room,” she states, flicking her long, bushy tail into the air.
“Wait, you don’t have to-” Mike starts just as he places a leg up onto the bed, but Veda casts him a smirk, “No worries, you’re couch is comfy anyways” she raises an eyebrow at the two of them and she slinks out the semi-open door.
Mike exhales another long breath and El gives him a worried look. Feeling as if she might have overstepped her boundaries.
“Mike, you don’t have to stay, I’m sorry...this was stupid”, she laments, shaking her head.
“No!” Mike raises a hand out to her suddenly causing her to startle. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, I just...please, it’s just...I’ve never shared a bed with anyone” he mutters.
She shrugs, “Neither have I” she states gently.
Mike raises his head to look at her, curiously; surprised. She gives him a soft smile, knowing that her cheeks are flushed red.
He gives her an endearing look, “Oh...okay” a gentle smile.
El shifts underneath the bedcovers, as Mike settles above the sheets.
She rolls her eyes, “Mike”.
He looks over to her, “Yeah?” he questions as he settles probably as far away as he possibly can from her, which she finds slightly disappoints her. But, she doesn’t know if it’s because he’s uncomfortable or he’s being shy. She chooses not to worry about the matter.
“You can move under the covers,'' she starts and then gives him a sly smile, “I promise I don’t bite” and she’s actually surprised by her own boldness.
Mike’s mouth drops open suddenly, but he follows her demands as he shifts, causing the bed to stir once again. He settles himself underneath the very warm blankets, and El notices that he’s shifted somewhat closer to her, now there is only about a foot between them instead of three or four. El smiles.
Mike reaches his long arm outwards and flicks the switch to the lamp on the bedside table off. The room is enveloped in darkness.
She turns slightly so that she is on her side, pulling the bedsheets up around her chin. A long yawn escapes her mouth as she feels Mike shift as well.
Feeling his breath on her face, she knows he has turned on his side as well.
She smiles into the dark, “Goodnight Mike,” she says.
He lets out a short chuckle, “Goodnight El,” he says back, sleep causing his voice to become heavy.
Her worry is still heightened by the fear of nightmares that are sure to riddle her in the night. But her eyelids grow heavier with each minute that passes by.
She listens to the steadiness of Mike’s breath as it eventually evens out, she allows it to lull her to sleep.
He really wasn’t expecting his night to go as it did. He figured it would play out like any other night, even with El who had been sleeping in his spare bedroom.
Mike had never been awoken by a scream so loud that it caused his heart to nearly beat out of his chest.
Sitting up as if a lightning bolt had struck him, he moves his head wildly searching throughout the room looking for any sign of danger.
Another scream.
“It’s El!” Pitch barks at him through the darkness that surrounds them.
It takes him a minute as he untangles his lanky limbs from the constraints of his bedsheets, once he is free he races out of his bedroom and makes a beeline for where El is.
He throws open the door, and even though it’s fairly dark in her room, he can see her thrashing about in her bed.
“She won’t wake up!” Veda’s voice registers to his ear.
He begins to panic, but instinctively he moves towards El, placing his hands firmly on her shoulders shaking them.
“EL, EL, you’ve got to wake up!” he yells a bit louder than he intended to.
She continues to thrash about, “No, no!” she continues to cry, and Mike feels his heart break at the strain.
Then, she lets out another long scream as she sits up.
“EL!” he cries again, and in the darkness he can see the glint of her eyes as she opens them.
“NO, NO, NO!” she cries and the next thing he knows, he’s frozen in place, and he feels like he’s being strangled.
Veda reaches out to her, and he reassures her that it’s him.
That’s all it takes for El to release him, as Mike takes a deep breath, and moves around in the dark, his hand blindly fishing for the bedside lamp. He flicks it on.
Their eyes are immediately locked on to one another. He can see the terror and fear written plainly on her face. He holds a hand up to his neck and rubs it absentmindedly, suddenly struck by the strength of her power.
But, he chooses not to focus on that now, he reaches out to her, but slowly, not wanting to startle her.
He’s surprised when she doesn’t respond to his or Veda’s voice, but then, he’s taken aback when she reaches out to him and pulls him close to her.
Even with a small physique, she is curiously strong. So, Mike falls into her.
Her head is on his chest and she begins to sob as she tightens her arms around his waist.
Despair fills him, and it only takes his brain a moment to respond as he wraps his arms around the girl, pulling her into a tight embrace.
He can feel the tears soaking through his t-shirt, but he doesn’t care. All he wants is for the girl he’s holding to understand that she’s okay, that she’s safe and in no harm.
Moving his hand slowly he begins to stroke her back in small circular motions. His touch is meant to be a sign that he’s there with her, to express some sort of comfort. And it seems to work because he can feel her head mold into his chest and her sobs begin to fade.
He adds in some comforting words as well, and he prays that they put her at ease.
Eventually, she slowly pulls her small frame away from him, sniffling as she does so.
Her red rimmed eyes break his heart as he watches her compose herself.
She tries to apologize but he shakes her off.
He’s a bit surprised by a short burst of giggles that erupt from her as she points out their matching identical shirts. He’d be lying if he didn’t swoon slightly at the realization, acknowledging that this girl was more perfect than she let on to be.
The flush that covers his face when she lifts her shirt to wipe at her swollen eyes is impossible to control as he catches sight of her stomach once again. He can’t help but watch for a moment, that lovely male brain telling him to not look away.
It takes much of his resolve to do so.
Then, when he thinks everything is okay, even after El’s bizarre explanation of her dream, he starts to leave, but she holds him back.
She asks him to stay with her, and he’s pretty sure his heart stops right then and there.
Her pleading eyes and worried expression are what pull him towards her, unable to say no.
So, that’s where he finds himself.
Tucked under the covers with a girl he is hopelessly falling for him dressed in a shirt and his boxers. And she is in an identical shirt, and very short pajama shorts. An obvious dream for most males, and he finds himself incredibly lucky, but he’s also petrified.
He’s never shared a bed with anyone, let alone a girl. A very beautiful girl to say the least.
But, her soft and warm words pull him in even tighter. So, when he settles under the covers after flicking off the lights he hears El shuffle and he’s pretty sure she’s turned towards him.
In the darkness he allows himself to turn towards her as well. He can feel her little puffs of air that escape her small mouth. He’d think it would annoy him, but instead he enjoys it. Relishing in the moment that he’s so close to a girl, and he allows the thought to lull him to sleep.
So, when the sun creeps in from the morning rays, causing him to stir from his sleep, he’s surprised as to how well rested he feels.
Everything is warm and comfortable, and there’s a weight on his chest that causes him to melt back into the comfort that is held there.
His eyes try to open, but the alluring pleasure of the whole situation causes him to fight the urge to awaken.
But, a stirring beside him causes his eyes to finally spring open.
Glancing down, he realizes that a person, which after the haze of sleep fades away, is El.
His breath quickens as El nuzzles her nose deep into his neck, her left arm and leg are thrown over his torso and chest, holding onto him like a teddy bear. And he sheepishly realizes that his own left arm is tucked under her shoulder and is holding onto her tightly as well.
He doesn’t know what to do. He’s literally trapped.
Not that he totally minds because El seems to be deep in sleep, her face peaceful. But, what guy wouldn’t call himself lucky to have such a wonderful woman like El cuddled up to them.
He relaxes slightly, laying his head back down on his fluffy pillow. It doesn’t take long for him to begin to drift slightly in the realm that’s just between being awake and asleep. His hand around El's shoulders begins to move absentmindedly against her soft skin.
Just as he begins to settle once again into sleep, a muffled voice brings him back to the present, “That tickles”.
Mike’s hand freezes and his eyes are wide open again.
He once again doesn’t know what to do, so he stays still as El pulls herself from her own sleep.
Her mess of brown hair is cascaded on his chest and she raises her head and turns to look at him with bleary eyes.
She blinks slowly, as she uses her right hand to pull the hair away from her face, “Mike?” she asks somewhat confused.
Mike swallows hard, “Uh, yeah, hi El” he says steadily.
And then, as if El realizes what’s going on, she pushes herself up slightly, pressing into his chest, she takes in a quick breath. Her eyes scan down his body and she realizes then that she is quite ensnared in his body.
“Oh my gosh!” she says as she begins to pull herself away.
Mike reaches for her as he sits up with her, “No, hey El, it’s totally fine” he grabbed ahold of her wrist, causing her to stop moving. He has to admit her quick movements against his waist as she slid her leg away definitely stirred something within him.
She stops and sighs, “I’m sorry Mike. I didn’t mean to totally invade you while you slept”.
He chuckles, “El, don’t worry about it, it...it was kind of nice” he casts her a curious look.
She softens, “Really?”
Mike nods, “Yeah, you’re really warm”.
El giggles, “Well, you’re pretty comfy” she returns.
They sit there for a moment, Mike shifts his eyes quickly, opening his mouth to speak, “So, did you sleep okay?” he asks hesitantly.
El ponders for a moment, but then a smile grows on her face, her eyes peek up at him, “You know...that was actually some of the best sleep I’ve had”.
Mike quirks an eyebrow up at her, “Really?” he asks.
She nods, “Yes, I actually had some really good dreams”.
Mike softens, “Well, I’m glad to be of service then” he can’t help but joke.
El’s cheeks flush at her next words, “Hm, I might have to take up your services again” a teasing smile dances across her lips.
Mike’s mouth drops open at her forwardness, “Uh...yeah, anytime” he stutters, staring at her with awe.
She drops her head in shyness as she begins to shuffle the sheets away from them, both moving to stand on either side of the bed. Just as his two long legs hang off the side of the bed he turns towards her to ask what she’d like for breakfast and it’s then that Mike catches her in the light of day.
He realizes that she’s not wearing shorts like the initial thought he saw the night before, but boyshort cut panties, and his eyes widen as she stands. She stretches and yawns, not even carrying that he’s there seeing her in what should be considered an intimate moment.
But, she only moves elegantly towards the bathroom, his eyes following her as if she’s the only being in the world. His whole body stirs and awakens.
“Uh..” escapes his stupid mouth before he can stop them and his eyes widen when El stops at the bathroom door and she gives him a curious look.
“Wha-” she starts, thinking he asked her a question, her hand landing on the frame of the doorway, but then Mike notices her cheeks quickly reddening. His eyes watch hers flick downwards and then back up to his.
She tucks her lips as if she’s trying not to laugh. It’s then that Mike is brought back to his senses as he looks down quickly and he realizes why she’s flushing so madly.
And he’s pretty sure he’s about a hundred shades brighter than he is in an instant as he sees his boxers tenting. He reaches quickly for a pillow and plops it down in his lap.
He moves his eyes to El, who is shying away from him.
“Uhhh…” he starts, not really sure how to explain this one.
But El gives him a teasing look, “Mike, don’t worry about it” he breathes a sigh of relief as he tries to calm himself down.
However, El’s eyes sneak back up to him, there’s a teasing glint that’s there, and he sees her contemplating her next choice of words.
Another sly smile that he is coming to enjoy very much inches onto her face as her eyes flick down towards the pillow in his lap and then back up to his eyes. And it’s there that he sees something new, something different he’s pretty sure he’s never seen before.
Her pupils are slightly blown, ‘Is it longing, or...something else?’, his brain tries to register what he sees.
But, before he can El gives him a wicked grin, “It’s quite flattering actually” and with a quick wink she enters the bathroom and closes the door.
Mike’s heart takes off like a racehorse, and he knows there’s no way possible for him to calm himself down like he intended to before getting up after that comment. Because, ‘Did she find him attractive?’
And with that thought alone he realizes that he needs to take care of his raging problem so he scurries off to his own bathroom, hoping he can sort out his thoughts there. But as soon as he makes it to his bedroom door, all of his thoughts lead to one person, and he realizes with a groan that he’s in trouble.
Chapter 10: UPDATE NOT A CHAPTER!
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Hello everyone,
So, I've had a couple people message me and such because I know it's been awhile since I updated, and there is a reason behind that. My nana passed away last week and it's been extremely hard for me to be in the mood for writing. My nana was very special to me and the loss is still very raw. I'm also a counselor so trying to put others needs before mine has been incredibly difficult as well as I'm trying to manage my grief. The holidays are also up and coming which is keeping me incredibly busy with trying to get gifts completed too. And work has been very busy as well.
I apologize for the delay because I don't usually take this long to update unless I'm working on my other story which I'm not working on either. I will hopefully get back into the mood for writing at some point but I don't want to promise anything either. Truthfully, it might not be until after the holidays. So, please be patient I am not abandoning this story and I promise I will write more, just need time to be with my family and take care of myself. If I get the spark for writing I will definitely get a chapter out there if possible.
Thank you so much for all the support that has come from this story it makes me very happy. And thank you for hanging in there, it's much appreciated.
Chapter 11: Awkward Encounters
Notes:
First, I need to thank everyone who reached out to me after my nana died a couple weeks ago. It’s amazing to see how many people truly care and it made my heart full. As I’m sure many of you can imagine, it’s been a hectic couple of weeks, including the holidays. But, I did really want to get back into writing because I do miss it.
So, I’m going to start puddering away at this next chapter and I hope to have it out soon.
Thank you all again for your kind words, and for your patience as well!
And just a quick note too, there will be some implications of sexual stuff as well, but if you’ve read my other stories you know I tend to not go overboard on that aspect as well. But, just wanted to put a fair warning out there.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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To say that she’s never slept, that, soundly before in her life is an understatement. She can actually remember the peaceful, lulling dreams that she had throughout the night, not one nightmare came forward.
Her whole body is warm and comfortable as she can begin to see the light of day behind her eyelids as she begins to awaken from the realm of sleep.
She settles herself into the overwhelming feeling of calm that surrounds her, and she’s pretty sure she is drunk on the sensation.
It’s the light tickling she feels on her bare skin that begins to awaken her.
‘It must be Veda’, she thinks to herself as she mumbles, “That tickles” into the blankets beneath her.
But then the motion of whatever had been tickling her stops, El’s eyes then begin to flicker awake.
She begins to pull herself away from the comfort of the blankets beneath her, as her hair cascades messily down around her face.
It’s then that she meets a familiar face, and her eyes widen.
Mike is lying as still as he possibly can beneath her, he seems slightly scared as he gives her a half smile, “Uh, yeah, hi El” his voice is still low from him waking, and she wants to drown herself in the sound but as she looks down she can see she has basically intertwined herself with Mike’s body.
Her face erupts in flames as she pushes herself away casting out apology after apology behind her.
She’s never felt this embarrassed in her life. First, she asks Mike, a guy whom she is still starting to get to know, that she might have a slight crush on to sleep with her. And then she practically jumps him in the middle of the night, she finds herself horrified.
But, it’s the feeling of his hand that reaches out to grasp at her wrist that stops her. “No, hey El, it’s totally fine” he hurriedly spits out.
She stops her body movements and casts a careful look back to the boy who sits in her bed. His expression is soft and lingering. And there’s a light that dances behind his dark irises that tell her that everything is okay. Her body softens in his hold and he gently lets go of her wrist.
El sighs heavily, “I’m sorry Mike. I didn’t mean to totally invade you while you slept”, there’s a slight amusement behind her words
Mike smiles brightly as he chuckles, “El, don’t worry about it, it...it was kind of nice” he gives her a curious look, one that El isn’t quite sure she understands fully. But she can feel the air become heavy between them.
“Really?” she questions looking up at him with her warm eyes
Mike nods, “Yeah, you’re really warm”, and now it’s his turn for his cheeks to be tinged red and El all but melts at the sight.
El giggles, “Well, you’re pretty comfy” she returns, enjoying the simple playful banter that flows so easily between the two of them.
They sit there for a moment, just allowing themselves to feel comfortable in each other’s presence. El watches as Mike shifts a bit. She can tell he wants to say something, but isn’t quite sure how to say it, especially with the way his mouth opens and closes a couple of times before he speaks, “So, did you sleep okay?” he asks hesitantly.
El ponders for a moment, she begins to reminisce about the gentle dream she had. Even though it was somewhat foggy, she remembers pieces of the dream. A hill covered in flowers, a gentle breeze sweeping across her bare arms, a certain shaggy haired man standing beside her as a smile dances across both of their lips.
She hums at the dream as a smile grows on her face, her eyes peek up at him, “You know...that was actually some of the best sleep I’ve had” she admits honestly, as she searches his face for a reaction.
Mike quirks an eyebrow up at her, “Really?” he asks.
She nods, “Yes, I actually had some really good dreams”.
Mike softens, “Well, I’m glad to be of service then” he gives a small laugh.
El can feel her cheeks heat up as she bravely casts out her next words, “Hm, I might have to take up your services again” a teasing smile dances across her lips, because honestly, she wouldn’t mind falling asleep in Mike Wheeler’s arms every night, but she keeps that thought to herself.
She finds that she has to bite her lip to hold back the laugh that bubbles in the back of her throat as she comically watches as Mike’s mouth drops open at her forwardness, “Uh...yeah, anytime” he stutters, staring at her with awe.
She drops her head in shyness unknowing why this man makes her feel so strong and forward. But, the moment passes and they both begin to shuffle the sheets away from their bodies, both moving to stand on either side of the bed.
As she stands, she stretches her tight limps, casting her arms up over her head, reveling in the delicious feeling of her body creaking awake, a yawn escapes her.
She can feel her night shirt rising against her stomach as her skin there feels the coolness of the air around her. She begins to move towards the bathroom, nature calling, when she feels the suddenness of the feeling of being watched.
El just barely brushes past Mike as she hears a sound escape him, “Uh..” his voice sounds low, she stops at the door frame and gives the boy a curious look.
“Wha-” she starts, thinking he asked her a question, her hand landing on the frame of the doorway, but then her eyes can’t help but trace his body, her eyes landing squarely on his boxers, where she can see a certain thing rising from his midsection. Her gaze immediately moves to his face and she can feel her face flaming. And her body stirs right then and there, a feeling she’s never felt before. She can feel it burning in her core.
El can feel her heart pounding in her chest as the thought of Mike finding her attractive, and not just in a ‘pretty girl’ kind of way, but there’s definitely some kind of physical attraction as well, and it causes her to blush all over. She tucks her bottom lip in between her teeth to stop the lingering groan that is building within her.
Mike watches her actions and it’s quite humorous to watch him look down in horror to see his body betraying him. He bounds for the nearest pillow and shoves it over his lap.
Their eyes catch one anothers, however, El shys away slightly, trying to not embarrass the boy more.
“Uhhh…” he starts, again.
But before he can speak El can’t help but give him a teasing look, “Mike, don’t worry about it” she tries to reassure him. Because he can see it in his eyes, the nervousness. She can only think about what’s going through his head right now.
So, to calm the man who has treated her with nothing but kindness and respect she tries to calm him with his next words. But, she also puts a little attachment to it as well, that there's something alluring about him to her as well. That she doesn’t see him as some creep that is just trying to get in her pants, because she knows that’s not Mike at all.
She flashes him a wicked, teasing grin, as she flashes her eyes down to the pillow and then back up into his eyes, which darken wildly after her look.
“It’s quite flattering actually” she states, and with a quick wink she enters the bathroom and closes the door.
Her breath caught in her throat as she leaned her back up against the bathroom door. Her heart racing in her chest at the exhilaration of their little exchange. Simple, but flirty and hot in El’s opinion.
A dopey grin plastered her face as she finally hears Mike get to his feet as it sounds like he all but races out of her room.
Laughter escapes her as she feels herself relax slightly, but a new stirring sensation stays within her. It’s a deep ache that she has never quite felt before and it somewhat scares her.
So, attempting to distract herself she undresses and moves towards the shower, turning the knob to the warmest setting possible. Stepping in, she allows the water to warm her, but then her mind begins to drift slightly.
She begins to think about the adorably handsome boy who was very happy to see her this morning and how her body did that to him. It makes her all bothered as she begins to fantasize just what Mike was probably doing right now to appease himself, and she wonders if he’s thinking about her.
Her body warms at the sensation, and she can no longer contain the stirring as she tightens her legs together. So, she figures if that’s what Mike’s doing, then why doesn’t she calm her own.
A dreamy sigh escaped her lips as she dresses for the day and half dries her hair in the bathroom, as she feels very saited.
A thought of what Mike could do to sate her crosses her mind and she blushes furiously at the thought, shaking it away for now.
Her stomach decides to let out a long growl and her mind is then on to the next thing: food.
So, she wanders out into the living room, and sees Veda and Pitch both curled up in his large bed that sits next to the unused fireplace.
El can’t help but smile softly at the two as they each slowly lift their heads to follow her movements as she enters the kitchen.
“Morning” she casts over her shoulder.
“Morning” Veda yawns as she stretches from her place and moves towards El. “Did you sleep okay?” the fox asks with timidity.
El nods at her, a warm smile gracing her features, “Yeah, I slept really good actually” her voice is a soft whisper as she remembers being cradled in Mike’s warm embrace.
“Heh, definitely seemed like Mike did, he’s still in the shower” Pitch’s voice is full of teasing and a quick quirk of his eyebrow displays a double entendre.
El rolls her eyes at the wolf, turning away to hide her own blushing face, “Yeah well…” she drifts off as she begins to putter around the kitchen.
She opens the fridge and sees a dozen eggs along with a half used package of bacon sitting in the fridge.
She craned her neck over the fridge door, “Hey Pitch?” she asks.
The wolf lazily replies, “Yes?”
“Do you think Mike would mind if I cooked us some breakfast?” she quips.
Pitch scoffs, “You're kidding me, it’s every man's dream to have a woman cook for him” he chuckles low.
El grumbles but reaches into the fridge to grab her supplies.
She then begins to meander around the kitchen finding the pans she’s looking for along with cooking utensils as Pitch directs her to the cabinet that contains Mike’s collection of spices.
It’s not long before she starts to scramble some eggs as the bacon sizzles on another burner.
El smiles as she moves about the kitchen almost as if it were her own. It’s something she can’t help but feel all warm and tingly about.
She pops some bread in the toaster and turns back to the stove, a song she and Kali used to rock out comes to her mind. And she haphazardly begins to bop her head to the beat and hum out the song.
But, as she finishes up the first round of eggs, she turns around to grab some more, only to be scared half to death by coming face to face with Mike.
His feet have probably never moved so quickly in his life as he scrambles into his room. The door slamming behind him as he all but throws himself into his shower as he cranks the knob of the shower to the coldest possible setting. His breath caught in his throat as the numbing cold of the freezing water trickles down his bare scorching skin.
He casts out his arms and braces himself against the tiles of his shower his head hanging loosely between his shoulders as his unruly hair begins to slowly cascade down around his face as the water weighs it down.
Closing his eyes he tries to take in slow, steadying breaths, willing himself to calm down.
But, he finds that closing his eyes isn’t the best idea since it’s El’s face that swims to the forefront of his mind.
His eyes spring open as his breath quickens. He fumbles with the temperature knob turning it in the opposite direction, hoping maybe the heat will instead cause his problem to go away.
However, the longer he stands there, the more the burn in his stomach rages. El’s lean figure and what she was wearing float through his mind as her implications only push him further into despair.
He lets out a guttural groan as he feels himself harden even more so. And it’s then he finally gives in to his primal urges. Unable to keep the desire in him any longer, he relieves himself, and afterwards, even though satiated, he feels like a total creep. For, the only image he had in his head was the girl who was only two walls away from him.
The ache is finally gone as he leans against the cool tiles of his shower, the water spraying him in the face as he tries to catch his breath. He tightens his eyes at the prospect of what he just did. And it takes a lot of self reasoning with himself that this was a one time deal, that he wouldn’t allow that primal stirring to take him over again, at least not with El.
Feeling better about his situation, Mike finally gets himself cleaned up and ready for the day. He pulls a plain green t-shirt over his head as he moves towards his bedroom door and grasps the cool handle in his grip. He takes a deep breath and steps out into his living room.
He’s immediately met with the sound of someone humming and a sizzling noise coming from the kitchen.
His nose picks up the familiar scent of bacon as he pads slowly into the kitchen, his eyes widen at the sight, not expecting what he finds.
There’s El, her hair still slightly damp, and starting to curl a bit as it cascades down her back. She’s wearing another dark t-shirt and a pair of torn up navy jeans. Her hips are moving rhythmically to some song that she is humming to herself. And even though she is emitting just a light hum, the sound is melotic, hypnotizing. The sound pulls him in. It’s a sight and sound he cannot break his attention from.
The moment is broken though when she turns around and her eyes immediately settle onto his, both of them startle.
“Oh!” she cries, but a smile sneaks onto her face as her cheeks redden slightly. She places a hand on her chest, “You scared me, I thought you were still getting ready” she nods towards his bedroom door.
Mike can only shake his head, unable to form words as he finally settles himself on one of the stools in his kitchen.
El gives him a curious look, “You okay? How long were you watching?” a giggle escapes her mouth as her eyes search his face.
Mike can feel his cheeks reddening at her question, “Oh, uhm...not long you...you just surprised me is all”, he shrugs his shoulders, trying to not meet her eyes.
But he sees the teasingness look in her gaze, and something in him stirs, he speaks before he even thinks, “You’ve got good dance moves though”.
At his words El’s mouth drops open in shock, and Mike is immediately worried that he said something that was way out of line, but then El’s mouth turns into a wide grin. She reaches over and smacks his hands that are resting on his island table.
“Thought you said you weren’t watching long? Hope I don’t seem like a bad dancer” she jokes.
Mike laughs awkwardly, feeling slightly relieved that she didn’t smack his face instead, “No, you seem to be pretty good, even though there was no music playing, you’ve got a nice voice too” his voice is low.
El casts him a shy glance, “Really? I was just humming”
He nods slowly, “Yeah, I mean, it sounded really nice” he breathes.
She gives him a look but then turns back to the stove, picking up a pair of tongs as she goes.
Mike peeks up over, but he can already smell the salty bacon cooking and his mouth begins to water.
“Hope you don’t mind,” El says over her shoulder. “You’ve been so good to me, and…” she falters slightly, “I just wanted to repay you is all. I found some bacon and eggs in your fridge, I was trying to surprise you” she says as she finishes turning over the bacon and turns back to him with a timid expression.
Mike raises his eyebrows, his lips pull up, “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, I think any guy dreams of a girl making him breakfast”.
He mentally slaps himself, and he grimaces out loud, which causes El to break out into a fit of laughter.
Mike rubs his hands against his face roughly, “Ugh, just, let the earth swallow me whole” he groans.
El is still laughing, and he hears it get closer until he feels two warm hands against his own. El gently tugs his hands away from his face. Her expression is warm and serene, he practically melts at the look.
“Mike” she whispers, her voice pulling his eyes to hers, “I know what you were trying to say, you don’t have to be so embarrassed all the time”.
He lets out a long sigh, “I’m sorry. I just...I’ve never been around a girl who wasn’t a relative, or Max, and...it’s new” he shrugs his shoulders heavily.
“I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable,” he admits. His eyes searched her face, and he can feel his face heating as he contemplates his next words. “Uhm...especially after, uh...you know” he shrugs his shoulders lamely, now unable to look El in the eyes.
A beat passes, but the feel of El’s hands tightening against his own causes him to look up.
She has her face contorted in a way that Mike’s not sure how to read, she seems slightly annoyed, but also amused.
“Mike” she shakes her head slowly. She lets out a nervous laugh as her eyes move about, but finally lands on his. “I get it, I really do,” she says softly.
“I don’t feel uncomfortable around you at all...” she pauses, her mouth still open, as the corner of her lips pull up, “Actually, it’s quite the opposite” she breathes.
Mike gives her a confused look, “Really?” he asks, not sure if what she’s saying is true.
But the sincerity that graces her features, and the glow of her eyes tell Mike that she is being honest. He feels himself relax as his shoulders slump.
“Really” El nods her head. “I’ve lived with other males before I get that that stuff happens, and...like I said, it’s quite flattering actually” and she gives him the same coy look that she flashed at him as she disappeared into the bathroom this morning.
And she practically does the same things as she gently removes her hands from his and moves back to the stove leaving Mike completely gobsmacked.
‘Holy shit, she really didn’t mind!’, his mind does a silent happy scream as Mike revels in the feeling of something new that seems to have grown between the two of them in the short time of their knowing one another. And he silently likes it more than he cares to admit.
El tries and fails miserably to hide the blush that she’s convinced is permanently stained across her cheeks as she finishes up their breakfast.
When she turns around she and Mike can’t help but share shy glances at one another as they dig into their meals as a casual conversation finally begins between the two of them.
“Wow El, you’re a really good cook” Mike says as he chews and swallows his last bite of eggs.
She smiles warmly at him, “Thanks. We had a camp stove in the hideout, and I tended to do most of the cooking. Had to get creative with meals sometimes” her voice falters slightly as her mind drifts to thoughts about her sister.
It must show on her face because it’s only when Mike is calling out to her that she shakes herself out of her mind.
“You okay?” he asks with concern lacing his voice.
El quickly flashes him a smile, “Oh, yeah sorry, just got thinking is all” she tries to brush him off.
“About your sister?” he questions and as she looks up at Mike he can see his eyes widen.
“Shit. I didn’t mean to bring that all up...I just-” he raises his hands in defense, but El quickly shakes her head, “No, Mike don’t worry, I mean, it is something that we have to figure out”.
A silence falls before them and El ducks her head, not wanting to meet Mike’s gaze.
She hears him sigh heavily as he shifts on his bar stool, she slowly peeks up.
Mike is collecting her plate, “Thanks for breakfast El. It was great! No one other than my mom has ever cooked for me”.
El flushes at his words as Mike begins to reach for her plate, “Oh, I was going to clean up” she reaches for the plate as well and they both grab onto it, each refusing to let go.
“Uh-uh, you cooked, I cleaned” he gives her a winning smile. El couldn't help but grin and rolled her eyes as she continued to keep her hand on the plate held between them, “I didn’t help when you cooked” she reminded him.
Mike laughs, “And that’s okay, a lot went on after that” he states as he continues to try to pry the plate away from her.
El sighs, “How about I at least help out?” She gives him pleading eyes.
Mike finally chuckles, “Alright, I clean, you dry?”
El nods, “Deal” she smiles as she finally allows Mike to take the plate as they move towards the kitchen sink where they begin to silently clean the dishes together. Shared with shy glances and blushing faces.
Notes:
Alright, a little shorter than normal, and I hope it's not too repetitive it's not my most favorite chapter, kind of a filler. Just took me a lot of effort to even get this chapter out and work on it. I do know where I will be going with this story. Next will be getting the Party back together and figuring out their next steps to rescuing Kali and that’s when the story should really begin.
Let me know what you guys think, I hope you are all still out there and didn’t hate this chapter and are still following along. A huge thanks to all of you who have stuck with this story, as I truly appreciate it. I’m not a fancy writer and just kind of go with the flow of things that I think make sense, so that’s why I think I sometimes have trouble with the consistency of keeping a story going.
Also, I just really like writing Mileven fluff and love as well.
Thank you for your patience, you all are awesome. Let me know how you liked this chapter with a REVIEW if you please, they always fill me with joy <3
Chapter 12: A Night With Friends
Notes:
Huge shout out to everyone who once again reached out and left some sweet reviews. I’m truly happy that readers are still enjoying this story because I do love writing it and I’m hoping to get back into updating it more regularly, if my work schedule allows it.
Thank you all for you patience!
Warning: Mild drinking, they are all 21+
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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She marvels at the simplicity that is held between them as they entertain the motion of domestication as Mike washes the dishes and hands them off to her to dry. They fall into a simple conversation, while their motions become clockwork, as if they’ve done this with each other a million times before.
And for some reason, it causes El’s heart to feel full, especially when Mike quirks her a side smile every couple of minutes that causes her to internally swoon.
It’s moments like these that she has always yearned for. A simple place to live, food always in the kitchen, and someone to share those quiet moments with.
In her head she always knew it was something she would probably never get to experience. Especially with the fact that she’s spent most of her life hauled up in a lab and on the run, domestication was never really an option for her.
But now, as she stands in Mike’s kitchen helping him with what most would find a remedial task, she feels at peace. A feeling that is practically foreign to her, and she allows herself to bask in the moment for as long as she is allowed.
“Hey, you okay there?” Mike’s quiet voice breaks El away from her deep thoughts.
She shakes her head quickly and turns to look at Mike, who’s holding out a dripping wet plate to her as he gives her a confused frown.
She flashes him a quick smile, “Oh, yeah, just…thinking is all” she tells him truthfully as she takes the plate away from his wet hands. Turning it within the damp cloth she holds.
El can still feel Mike’s dark eyes on her, but he must decide to not ask on it because he thrusts his hands back into the sink where he pulls out one last plate and scrubs it with a sponge.
She watches him scrub at the plate and once he’s satisfied with its cleanliness, he rinses it off and points it in her direction.
El grins as she places her previous dish in the strainer next to the sink as she takes the last plate from Mike’s hand.
“Okay” Mike says happily as he reaches his hand back into the sink and pulls at the plug, causing a gurgling sound to be heard as the water spirals downwards.
“Glad we got that done” he smiles at her and El hums cheerfully as she finishes her last plate, setting it in the strainer with the others.
“Honestly, this is my least favorite chore,” Mike admits, shaking his head as he reaches for another dish cloth and dries off his pruny hands.
El giggles at this as she drapes the now very wet cloth over the dishes in the strainer. “Oh, come on now, it’s not that bad” she throws him a teasing look as she leans her back onto the nearby counter. Crossing her arms over her chest.
Mike gives her a look, “You say that but try doing them with a household of five and two annoying sisters that never had to do them”.
El can’t help but roll her eyes, “Yeah, that’s why we didn’t have them. Too much of a fuss” she lets out a loose chuckle.
“Oh…I’m sorry I didn’t mean…” Mike starts but trails off and El casts him a curious glance. She can see his cheeks reddening, but not the usual embarrassed red, but more he’s flushing because he seems to have made a mistake. He tries to look anywhere but at her.
It takes El a second, but it dawns on her.
‘Oh’, her brain echoes. ‘He thinks he’s offended me’.
El understands where he’s coming from, but in all honesty for her, living on the streets was like living in a mansion for herself and Kali, especially after living in the lab for most of their lives.
She lets out a long huff as she pushes herself away from the counter and comes to stand in front of Mike, he can barely meet her gaze, but she forces him to.
“Mike” she says firmly, and continues to stare at him until his dark eyes finally meet hers. “I didn’t take any offense to what you said, I don’t expect you to take pity on me” she has yet to be this direct with him, but if there’s anything she hates more in the world is when people look at her with pity. And she wants Mike to know that right here, right now.
He opens his mouth slowly to speak, “I don’t pity you” he whispers.
El quirks an eyebrow up at him, a slight challenge.
Mike sees it and scoffs, “I really, truly don’t, El, I just…I mean…” he lets out a frustrated huff.
El watches as he runs a hand frustratedly through his unruly locks before he throws them down to his side, his eyes meet her directly. El startles at the directness.
“Look. It’s not pity, I just…I’m sitting here complaining about having to do dishes and what not, and…” he closes his eyes as he seems to evaluate his next words. But, El sees the frustration written on his face, he’s really trying not to offend her.
And she gets it, she does, so she decides to let him know, “Mike” she says gently once again, and the boy looks up at her slowly.
“I get what you mean, you don’t want to be ‘bragging’ about your life when mine was so-“ and she falters on her own words, ‘weird, dangerous’ bubbles through her mind, but Mike finishes it for her.
“Different” he shrugs, and El casts him a look.
“Everyone’s lives are different, and that’s okay” he states.
“And…my life wasn’t exactly ‘normal’ either. My parents never loved one another, they fought all the time. They finally got a divorce when I went to college and it was the best thing to happen for my family, and that’s not normal to say” he finishes.
El softens. She evaluates Mike’s words and can see that he’s trying, really trying to make her own life not seem so abnormal, and she appreciates him for that. But honestly, no one can beat her crazed upbringing, but she admires him for trying.
So, she gives him a soft smile, “Thanks Mike. I truly appreciate it”.
Mike finally relaxes his tense shoulders and lets out a tight sigh, and just as he opens his mouth to speak, his phone attached to the nearby kitchen wall lets out its horrible ringing screech which startles the both of them.
El attempts to catch her breath as Mike huffs in annoyance as he reaches for the phone.
“Hello?” His voice is laced with annoyance.
El watches as Mike slowly closes his eyes as he breathes into the phone waiting for the person on the other end to stop speaking.
“Yes Dustin, of course she’s still here” his voice is low.
El has to stifle a laugh as she watches Mike exchange words with his friend.
“Yeah, that was the plan wasn’t it?” Mike continues, as he then stops and listens to Dustin. “That sounds good, see you then” he finishes and not so softly places the phone back on the receiver.
Mike casts El a look, and she finally lets out a laugh, “Dustin?” she asks, even though she knows full well that it was him.
Mike sighs and shakes his head, “Yep, just wanted to let me know that they were on their way over here is all”.
El can’t help but feel her heart sink slightly. She had totally forgotten that Mike’s, no, there, group of friends was coming back over today to figure out next steps in trying to rescue Kali. Or at least come up with ideas.
She can feel guilt swirling deep within herself at the thought of her even forgetting about Kali. It had been less than 24 hours since she had seen Kali in the void and in her nightmares. Yet, for some reason she was easily able to set that fear aside, and now that it was back in her present memory, sheer guilt swept over her.
“Hey, El you okay?” Mike asks her worriedly.
She can feel his hand wrapped firmly around her wrist and she looks down to see that she has reached out quickly as if to stabilize herself on Mike’s kitchen island. She must have stumbled slightly, and Mike was reaching out to help balance her.
El looks up at him and sees the concern written on his face and she swallows harshly, it’s the last thing she wants him to be feeling right now. So, she nods and attempts to pull herself together the best she can.
“Yeah…yeah I’m fine, I just get dizzy sometimes” she tries to play it off as she pulls her hand away from the counter as Mike gingerly lets go of her other wrist.
He bends his head down as he tries to look into her eyes. And she meets his gaze and tries her best to reassure him, “Mike, really, I’m fine” a smile graces her features. And it’s only then does she see Mike relax slightly.
He nods, “Okay, well just let me know if this is too much for you. I don’t want you to get hurt” he says genuinely.
El can feel the way her heart beats warmly in her chest at the tenderness in his voice. She softens, “Of course, I will let you know”.
Mike finally cracks a smile and nods as he gestures towards the living room, “Want to just chill and watch some TV while we wait for everyone?”
El nods at the idea, “Sounds perfect” she grins, and Mike leads the way into his living room where they both settle onto the loveseat. Mike reaches for the remote as he flicks on the television. The room fills with the noise of some show, causing a simple silence to befall them.
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He could definitely get used to this. Mike found himself cozied up on his simple loveseat with his long legs stretched out to rest on his coffee table, which in retrospect wasn’t unusual. No, what was by far the most unnatural thing occurring right now was the fact that he had a girl who was sitting pressed up against his side, their heads resting against one another as he described what was going on in the current episode of ‘Saved by the Bell’.
He wasn’t sure how they ended up so close to one another especially since they had started off with a good two feet of distance between them. Mike guessed it was because he had settled on one of his favorite pastime television series, in which El had never seen.
So, when she first bent herself closer, whispering a question to him, it only seemed natural for them to drift closer together as El continued to pepper him with questions which he happily answered.
It was all so weirdly normal for him. As if El was always meant to sit right by his side as they watched mindless television. He allowed himself to feel the contentment that settled over them.
He especially felt warm when a funny scene happened and El let out a stream of laughter. The first time he heard it, he couldn’t stop himself from smiling brightly at her. It was soft and gentle and he couldn’t wait to hear it again. In which he was lucky to be watching a comedy show since he got his wish over and over again every few minutes and he couldn’t hold back his smile each time.
He feels a set of eyes on him, he flicks his own eyes to the set that is looking at him. Veda and Pitch are curled up just like him and El are on Pitch’s dog bed. Pitch raises an eyebrow up at him and Mike merely rolls his eyes, turning his attention back to El.
But, of course their quiet moment didn’t last as long as he had hoped. About thirty minutes later, Mike hears a frantic knocking on the door.
He lets out a heavy sigh, as El giggles gently beside him.
“Mike, dude, we’re here!” Dustin’s muffled voice comes through his door.
“He’s not subtle, is he?” El jokes as her eyes follow Mike as he begrudgingly pushes himself off of the couch.
“No” he shakes his head, “Dustin doesn’t even know the meaning” he casts her an amused look as he heads towards the door.
He flicks the deadbolt and pulls the door open in which he finds his four oldest friends. Lucas, Max and Will each holding their Anima’s tightly in their arms while Dart barrels through the door right between Mike’s legs.
“Hey!” he shouts after the dog who heads straight for Pitch’s bed.
“Just want to get the best spot!” Dart barks backwards as he barrels towards Pitch’s bed, but stops abruptly when he sees Veda is seated beside him, both now fully awake.
“Hey, that’s my usual spot!” Dart growls slightly. Mike can’t help but laugh at the whine behind his voice that suspiciously sounds just like Dustin when he whines.
Pitch peeks an eye open, “Veda was here first, live with it” he comments disheartenedly, closing his eye again.
“That’s not fair, she’s practically living here!” Dart continues.
But Pitch doesn’t comment as he continues to doze. Veda, however, stands and stretches, “It’s okay Dart, you can have your spot if you want” she comments as she pads her way over to El and jumps up onto the hand rest.
Dart barks excitedly as he takes Veda’s spot and curls up next to Pitch.
And Mike can feel the annoyance that grows within his Anima, and it’s a weird sensation. It’s usually the other way around, Pitch picking up on Mike’s emotions, but for what feels like the first time he can actually feel Pitch’s. Mike quirked an eyebrow up at his Anima, who catches his look. And with an alarmed face, Pitch places his head back down onto his front legs and closes his eyes. Mike feels the sensation fade.
But he ignores it as Dustin pushes him out of the way.
“Geez about time you opened your door, probably too busy sucking face wit-, ow, hey!” Dustin grunts as Max whacks him upside the head, shutting him up, in which Mike throws her a grateful grin.
“We were waiting for like two seconds” Max rolls her eyes at the curly haired boy as she walks by Mike and into his living room.
Lucas and Will follow Max, as they all give El a warm ‘hello’ which she returns.
Mike shuts the door behind him, however, his eyes catch Dustin as he heads to the kitchen and sets a brown paper bag down onto his counter.
He gives his friend a suspicious look, “What’s that?” he points to the bag. Dustin gives him a large grin, “Beer” he states.
Mike rolls his eyes, “Seriously?! We’re going to be trying to figure out how to help El and her sister, we don’t need to get wasted” he says, trying to keep his voice from rising.
Dustin scoffs at him, “Mike, you need to chill man, I mean, it’s just a couple of beers” he says harmlessly as he begins to pick up the bag once again and sets it into Mike’s fridge.
Mike huffs as Dustin turns back to him, smiling, and then heads into the living room.
“Alrighty then, where do we start?” he asks, rubbing his hands together and sitting down on the floor across from El.
She hears the question the second Dustin asks it, but her mind immediately blanks. She notices that Mike sits back down beside her and all eyes are now on her.
Her soft brown eyes widen as she looks at all of them, finally landing on Mike’s, “I...I don’t know” she states honestly.
Mike nods, “Well, I guess the question is, how do we rescue your sister?”
“Yeah, I mean how are we supposed to break into that lab anyways, there’s a huge fence surrounding it and extensive security”, Lucas states.
“But the lab shut down years ago. Would there still be a security system there?” Will asks.
“And why would Brenner go back to the lab anyways if it’s shut down, I mean how did he get back in there?” Mike questions out loud.
El knows exactly why Brenner went back to the lab, so she voices her thoughts out loud.
“It’s because he wants me to come. He knows I’ll come for Kali”.
She can see the others exchange worried looks with one another.
Max huffs, “So, if he’s just expecting you, how the hell do we get in there?”
At this Mike perks, “But that’s just it” he clasps his hands down firmly onto his knees, as everyone stares curiously at him, waiting for him to continue.
“He’s just expecting El, he’s not expecting us” Mike gestures to their small group, and the others begin to smile at the realization.
El’s lips quirk up slightly, but she shakes her head remorsefully, “No, he knows about you” she looks at him steadily. Mike’s smile falters.
“He doesn’t know about us though” Max reiterates as she points to Dustin, Lucas, Will and herself. “He won’t know what to do with all six of us” a smirk grows on her face.
El sighs, “But what if he does find out about you, we have no idea how many followers he still has”.
“I guess that’s what we need to figure out then” Mike states firmly.
“How do we do that though? We’re a long way away from Hawkins” Lucas states abruptly.
Mike turns to El hopefully, “Is there any way you can see into the lab?”
She gives him a half smile, “I can, but…” and she falters slightly and she can feel Mike watching her as she closes her eyes tightly. She can still feel the raw emotions from going into the void yesterday, from her nightmares. It’s not something she can shake off easily.
But then, she feels a slight nudge in her side, and a warm hand embraces her cold one. She opens her eyes and looks to her left and sees Veda giving her a knowing smile. And when she looks to the right she sees the bold look in Mike’s eyes. He squeezes her hand tightly. The gesture is a growing acknowledgement between the two of them. As if the simple act of placing the hand on top of the others is a nod to understanding how the other is feeling.
He attempts to give her a reassuring smile, “El, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to”.
She nods slowly, “I know” she whispers, “And I want to, but…” and at this she backs off.
“But...what?” Max tries to pull it out of her.
El sighs heavily, “But, we’re so far away, it makes going into the void and finding people harder. I can do it, but for not as long”, she sighs.
“So, you need to be closer, is what you’re saying?” Mike asks slowly.
El nods, “Yes” her voice is low as the others let out held breaths.
“That means...we’d have to go back to Hawkins” Will states as he shifts Elvie in his arms.
El shakes her head, “No, I’m not asking any of you to do that. I mean one, it’s dangerous and two, you all have jobs to worry about” she states firmly.
They’ve already done so much for her, she can’t ask them to just stop everything in their lives for her.
But then, Mike squeezes her hand to get her attention. She looks at him as she tries to control the tears that threaten to fall
“You’re not doing this alone El. You have all of us” he states firmly. She can see the bare determination in his eyes, he wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer.
El opens her mouth to speak, but Max cuts in first, “Hell yeah! El we would never let you do something like this by yourself!”
“Besides, it’s the fourth of July in a couple of weeks, we can take the week off to go to Hawkins” Dustin perks up.
“But, a whole week?” El asks.
Dustin scoffs at her, “Don’t worry El, our boss won’t care, we never take time off”, he gestures to Mike and Lucas.
“Yeah, and I usually get the week off anyways” Max brightens.
“And I own my business, so I can do anything I want” Will smiles.
She allows the tears she’s been holding back to fall. For all the world has thrown at her, she never expected that she would find five strangers quickly coming to her rescue. It was something she had never experienced in her short life. And by the way they were all looking at her, eyes filled with sentiment, she knew she could trust them.
She sniffs and laughs lightly, “Thank you guys, you don’t know what that means to me”.
Everyone smiles fondly at her.
And with that, Dustin stands to his feet, El’s eyes follow him into the kitchen.
“Dustin, where are you going?” Mike asks suspiciously.
“Mike, we’ve already got our plan figured out, a couple of beers while we talk logistics won’t hurt” he states as he pokes his head into the refrigerator and pulls out a bag, bringing it into the living room and setting it onto the coffee table.
The others perk up but out of the corner of her eye she can see Mike blanching.
Dustin rifles through the bag and pulls out two six packs of a cheap beer and sets them down. Max is the first to reach out and pull two from the ring. Dustin reaches back into the bag to pull out two more six packs.
Mike groans beside her, “Seriously? Are you planning on getting shit faced or something?” His voice is full of dread.
Dustin laughs, “There’s six of us, that means two for each of us and…” a wide smirk grows on his face as he pulls out a tall bottle filled with clear liquid.
El sees the vodka label and cringes slightly.
“Nice! You scored good tonight!” Max grins ear to ear as she cracks open her beer and takes a long swig from it.
Lucas and Will follow by opening up their own beers. And El looks at them precariously, especially when Dustin hands her a can. “Here ya go El, one just for you” he states and she gives him a weak smile.
She must give the can an interesting look because she startles slightly when Mike bends closer to her, “You don’t have to drink” he says gently.
El turns and gives him a half smile, she shrugs her shoulders, “It’s okay. I’ve drank before. Beer I’m okay with the vodka…” and she trails off slightly as her mind flashes back to the time Kali had stolen a bottle very similar to the one Dustin pulled out.
It hadn’t been her first time drinking, she just didn’t prefer it. But when the other members of the gang began throwing shot glasses of the liquor in front of her, she felt she couldn’t refuse. Needless to say, she spent the next morning with a pounding headache and puking her guts out. She hadn’t drank hard liquor since.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” Mike reminds her once again as Dustin thrusts an open beer can into Mike’s hand, the dark haired boy giving Dustin a look.
But Dustin brushes it off as he raises his can into the air. Will, Lucas and Max follow, while Mike and El are a bit more hesitant. The curly haired boy clears his throat, “Here’s to new friendships and a crazy new adventure!” he cries out and El can’t help but smile at his neverending enthusiasm.
So, she reaches in with the others as they clank their cans together with a dull thud resounding, while the amber liquid drips down onto Mike’s coffee table. They all then tip their heads back and drink. And El feels herself beginning to let go of some of her apprehension.
He doesn’t know why he finds himself going along with his childish friends as he finishes off his second beer, tossing the empty can into the brown paper bag it came with. It makes a soft ‘clunk’ noise as it hits his friends' other cans within. His rational mind is pretty sure it’s because the calmness that the first can offer totally obliterates his internal voice of reason, but his irrational mind finds that he likes the giddy feeling that washes over him as he started his second can.
But, the giddiness hits all of his friends and it’s hard to not find it contagious. What’s even more alluring is the fact that El has loosened up quite a bit too, and as she finished her first can awhile ago, still sipping on her second, Mike found that she was constantly touching him.
Not like that by any means. But thanks to the buzz from the alcohol, anytime someone said something funny, they would all laugh unceremoniously, and for some reason, El’s hand found someplace to rest on his body. Whether it be his bicep, his shoulder, even his knee, the feeling was electric, and Mike was pretty sure it was clouding his judgement, he craved for the touch each and every time.
And the more El drank the closer she became to him as well. Her head teetering closer to his, her warm breath tickling his ear. He was sure it was only elevating his own intoxication.
“Hey” Max comments, her buzz causing her light skin to flush and highlighting her light freckles across her cheeks, her words causing everyone to simmer down from Lucas' last joke and focus on her. “Let's play never have I ever and lets crack into the vodka” she grins.
Mike falters slightly, his bleary mind coming clear for a moment, he looks quickly over to El in worry, but she nods her head eagerly at the idea.
“That sounds fun, how do you play?” she asks curiously.
At this Dustin stands, slightly wobbly as he heads for Mike’s kitchen. “We’ll show you!” he shouts over his shoulder as Dustin opens one of Mike’s cabinets and reaches inside, withdrawing a stack of shot glasses said friend had gifted him for his twenty-first birthday. Mike had never touched the things as they collected dust in his cabinet.
Mike rolls his eyes, “So what, we’re going to take a shot every time? I don’t think we need to get that wasted” he alludes as he points to the fairly large bottle of vodka.
Dustin walks back into the living room and hands everyone a glass. “But that doesn’t make it fun” he waves a hand at Mike as he grabs onto the bottle of vodka and begins to twist the top open.
“I think Mike’s right” Will looks over to Mike, who gives him a smile of appreciation. “Why don’t we keep track of it on our fingers, we put up five, and whoever puts all their fingers down has to take a shot, then they start over” he suggests.
The others look around and give each other short nods. “Sounds like a plan” Max grins as she grabs the bottle from Dustin’s hands and pours herself out a shot, placing the glass in front of her and passing the bottle to Lucas who mimics her actions. When El takes the bottle she does the same, but then questions, “So, how does this game work?”
Max smirks at her as she tucks astray red hair behind her ear. “So, we go around in a circle and say ‘never have I ever’ and state what you’ve never done. If someone has done that thing, they put a finger down” she finishes as El nods her head in understanding.
“Sounds easy enough” El smirks as she passes the bottle to Mike, their hands touching slightly and a blush crosses both of their faces.
Max grins even brighter as everyone’s glasses are filled, “Alright” she starts as she holds up her hand, the others following suit, “Never have I ever, fallen down the stairs” and at this she coyly looks between Mike and Dustin who both groan, while Lucas and Will chuckle.
“You know that was a total accident!” Dustin complains as he and Mike put down a finger.
“Not my fault you two had to race downstairs where, of course you fell” she cocks her head teasingly.
El giggles to the side, as she too puts down a finger, and at this Will points this out, “When did you fall down the stairs?” the others turn to look at El, who was trying to escape being asked a question.
She can feel her cheeks burning, especially when Mike quirks a teasing eye brow in her direction.
So, she sighs heavily and turns to look at Veda who is sitting perched on the back of the couch with Nam and Zelda. She gives her Anima a steely glare.
“What?” she asks innocently, which makes El tilt her head.
“Why don’t you ask Veda what happened?” El says staley.
So, with all eyes on the fox, Veda sighs, “Fine. We were coming down the steel stairs at our old hideout and I was in front of El” she starts.
“And then-”,
“And then she just stops dead in her tracks and I tumbled over her!” El exclaims and the others try to bite back their laughter, most of them failing to do so.
Veda rolls her eyes, “You should have been watching where you were going”.
“You shouldn’t stop in the middle of the stairs when someone’s right behind you!” El argues back. And at this everyone bursts out laughing, as El and Veda exchange glares, but with a hint of tease behind them.
And so, the game plays on. Each of them coming up with stupid statements. And not to Mike’s surprise, Dustin is the first with all of his fingers down and he takes a shot.
The rest of the boys follow when El states, “Never have I ever, been a boy!” in which they all groan and reach for their shot glasses, Max leaning over and giving her a high five.
But, with Mike being next and both El and Max holding up one last finger he turns the tables, “Well, never have I ever been a girl!” he leans towards her tauntingly and she shoves her small hand into his face pushing him away giggling. And so, El and Max shoot back their shots. And when El grimaces, scrunching up her nose, it takes all of Mike’s willpower to look away and not stare at her like some lovesick dope.
It continues like this, back and forth taunting. The statements get sillier as more shots are thrown back. Mike can feel his head buzzing and his world spinning slightly. But the happiness and warmth that spreads through him stays.
Will passes out first, curled up on the couch with Elvie tucked into his side. And Dustin states that he has to go to the bathroom and heads towards Mike’s room. Where eventually Max and Lucas are both struggling to keep their eyes open and eventually let sleep overtake them.
Mike eventually realizes that it’s just him and El. They are both curled up on the couch. Each mimicking one another with El’s right knee tucked up under her chin as she leans into it, her left leg swings dangling from the couch, and Mike does the same in reverse.
El’s bright smile stays on her face as their game of ‘Never have I ever’ gets more and more ridiculous that they both have to hold back from laughing too much so that they don’t wake the others.
“Shhh, you’re too loud” El holds up a drunken hand to her lip to shush him as Mike tries to swipe away her hand, but fails miserably, causing both of them to bend over laughing once again.
Mike shakes his head, “No, you’re too loud” he counters back, his words slightly slurred.
After their next round of laughter, they both move closer towards one another and rest their heads in the palm of their hands, and then they’re just staring at one another.
He can feel the dryness in his eyes from the alcohol and exhaustion that flits over them, and he can see that El’s are glazed over just the same. A smile tugs at his lips, and she notices.
“What’s so funny?” she whispers, he can feel her breath tickling his face.
He lets out a breath of air in laughter, “Nothing, you just...have really pretty eyes” he sighs, allowing the alcohol that courses through his veins to throw out all of his inhibitions.
El ducks her head in embarrassment at his words, but then raises her head one again to meet his gaze. He sees her eyes flicker across his face, and he startles when she suddenly brings her left hand up to gently cup his face. Mike melts at the contact.
“Pretty” she whispers as she brushes her thumb across his cheek.
“What?” he asks quietly.
“Your freckles” she smiles, “They’re pretty”.
And he knows his face erupts in flames at her words, as she continues to stroke his face, the sensation causing his eyes to flutter.
“Mike” El’s voice draws him out of his daze.
“Yeah?” he asks gently.
She smiles pulling her hand away from his cheek, and he wants to chase it, to continue to feel her soft hand against him.
He watches as she holds up one finger, and she nods at him, and it takes him a moment, but he can see she wants him to do the same, so he does.
“One more?” she asks softly.
He nods, not really sure what else he could ask, but he does have one question on his mind. One that’s been sitting in the back of his mind for a while, so he decides to ask, “Never have I ever gone out with someone”. They hadn’t gone into deep personal questions in the time they’ve been together, he wasn’t sure if maybe while out on the streets she had met someone. But then he sees the soft smile grace El’s feature and she doesn’t put a finger down, his heart rate increases.
She looks away from him briefly, but then catches his gaze, he can see that she’s contemplating her words. But then she opens her mouth slowly.
“Never have I ever...been kissed” she whispers.
And all he can do is sit there, dumbfounded. He was pretty sure she knew this information from all of his pestering friends, and he had just found out that she had never dated anyone, so he was kind of assuming she had never kissed anyone before. But, he knew she was asking for a reason.
He keeps his one finger up as they stare at one another, both of their faces covered in a brilliant red.
She gives him a timid smile, “So, you haven’t kissed anyone?”
Mike shakes his head as he lowers his hand, and she does the same. “No” he whispers and then lets out a slight chuckle, “I had a feeling you already knew that though” he admits.
El shrugs, “Your friends kind of alluded to it, but...it’s always better from the source”.
Then Mike bites down on the corner of his lower lip, debating his next words, but of course the liquid courage he drank earlier causes him to speak, “Why...why did you want to know?” he asks.
El’s eyes light up beneath the glaze that’s there because of the alcohol, “Because, I...I just...wanted to”.
And it confirms it right there and then for him, he can feel it. The same connection he’s been feeling since the moment she literally fell into his life. She can sense that there’s something between them, just as he can.
So, he moves closer to her as he reaches out a delicate hand to cup her cheek, he hears her breath hitch in her throat, they’re so incredibly close right now, it sends a shiver down his own spine.
“El” he whispers, and he bends in, his lips just ghosting hers, he can tell she’s holding her breath just as he is. But, then the small sliver of reality sets in, and instead of finishing his task at hand he rests his forehead gently against hers.
“I’m sorry” he chokes out, closing his eyes tightly.
He feels like a complete idiot. And he’s not sure if it’s all the emotions swirling through him in that moment or the damn alcohol, but the warm tears that cascade down his cheeks are real, and there’s no stopping them.
And he’s pretty sure El sees him just the same. Afraid, weak, noncommittal.
All of his fears and worries course through him like a dark nightmare, all his insecurities coming to the surface.
He wants to cry out, but stops when a gentle hand rests against his, where he is still holding El’s face.
Slowly, he pulls back just enough to see her eyes, and he can see the sympathy that crosses her face.
“Mike” she whispers ever so gently.
“It’s okay, it really is” she squeezes his hand in hers.
Mike can’t believe how forgiving she is, so he shakes his head, “No...no, it’s not fair to you” he growls to himself.
El then moves herself away further, as her hand takes his and removes it from her face, she then raises her other hand to tightly grip his one.
She’s looking him dead in the eyes, “Mike, we’ve been drinking. I asked a stupid question, and...I shouldn’t have pushed you like that” her eyes drift down away from him.
Mike swallows hard, he can’t believe what he’s hearing, ‘She thinks she’s pushing me!” The thought races through his mind as his eyes widen.
And then, he’s gripping both of her hands with his, the pressure causes her to look up.
“You’re not pressuring me El, I’m...I’m just…” he drops his shoulders, “Afraid” he states honestly, a ton of weights seems to lift off of him at his declaration.
She gives him a questioning look, and it’s then that he feels like he needs to be completely honest with her.
“El, ever since I watched my parents go through an awful relationship, I promised myself I would never be like them. That I would search till the end of the earth until I found my one person” he starts, and El searches his eyes.
“I’ve never been with anyone because I’m so afraid that I’ll never find my other half, that I’ll fall in love with someone and they won’t be the one”, he closes his eyes tightly, afraid to see her reaction.
“And...I know it’s stupid because-” and at this he raises his head to meet her soft brown eyes, he sighs, “Because I feel something for you and I’m terrified” he finally admits.
He watches as El straightens her back and her eyes dilate.
“I’m terrified that I’ll screw it up, that I’m going to be so worried about myself that I won’t even think of your own feelings, and I never want to hurt you” he finishes with a huff of breath.
He allows El to take in everything he’s said, her eyes search his face, and then flicker away slightly, but then she meets his gaze, “So...you do like me then?” her face flushes.
Mike drops his shoulders and gives her a brilliant smile, “What’s there not to like about you. Ever since you crashed into my life, you’ve changed everything for me”.
He watches as El’s eyes begin to water as a couple stray tears trickle down her cheeks, she gives him a wet smile.
“I just...I just need time” he raises and lowers his shoulders knowing how lame that sounds. Honestly, it’s completely stupid in his mind. He should be ecstatic that this beautiful and amazing woman feels the same way he does, which of course he is happy about, but that damn fear still sits there, taunting him.
But El just continues to smile at him. “Mike,” she says, lowering her head, but still looking at him.
“I can wait. I’m a patient person, I care too much about you to just walk away” she says quietly.
Mike breathes a sigh of relief, incredibly baffled as to how he got so lucky.
‘She understands’, his voice of reason sighs happily too.
“And, besides, we have been drinking. I think it’s better if we’re of sober mind to be making important decisions” she says coyly, which causes Mike to grin.
“Thank you El” he squeezes her hands tightly.
She shakes her head, “You don’t have to thank me, you’ve done so much and have been so patient with me”.
Mike melts into her words, and he feels the exhaustion of the day finally hitting him, his eyelids fluttering lightly as a yawn escapes him. El giggles as she mimics his yawn, causing both of them to laugh.
“I think it’s time for bed,” Mike notes pointing at her.
El rolls her eyes, “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea”.
And so they both move away from each other, Mike standing first and offering a hand to El to help her stand. Both of them are a bit wobbly as they hang onto one another for balance.
They flash each other smiles as they move to the other side of the couch, and walk hand in hand to his bedroom.
“Goodnight” Mike whispers.
“Goodnight” El smiles, and before Mike can pull away she tugs him down to her height and wraps him in a tight hug, which he eagerly returns, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist.
And as he begins to pull away, El stops him one more time as she places a soft kiss on his cheek, her lips lingering for a couple of seconds before she pulls away. If he thought touching El was electrifying, her lips on his skin was like a sin. Something that he would always crave and want. And as she pulls away a shy smile sneaks onto her face.
“Night Mike”, She flashes him a smile and slowly moves away from him.
He gives her a slow wave, frozen in his spot from her kiss. She gives him one last shy look as she moves towards her room and a sigh escapes Mike’s lips as the shit eating grin spreads across his face.
He turns towards his bedroom door and opens it, however, he is greeted with a loud snore. Mike can see in the dim light from the living room that pours into his bedroom that Dustin is spread eagle, dead to the world, on his bed.
Mike lets out a low groan as he leans against his doorframe.
“Mike?” a soft voice startles him.
He turns to find El shifting on her feet, “Hey, I thought you went to bed?” he asks.
El shrugs, “I forgot to tell you I ran out of toothpaste this morning”.
Mike nods, “Oh, yeah, I can get you some more, hold on” and with that, Mike ventures into his room, and heads straight for his bathroom. He pulls open one of his drawers and retrieves a new box of toothpaste.
He pads back out to where El stands in the middle of his bedroom doorway, an adorable smile crossing her features as she stares at Dustin, shaking his head.
“What a rude house guest” El jokes as Mike hands her the toothpaste.
Mike sighs as he looks back to his friend, “Yeah, very rude” he agrees with a huff.
“Guess I’ll be sleeping on the couch” he mutters.
Of course, the only one available is the loveseat he and El vacated just minutes ago. It’s small unlike the long four seater couch that Lucas, Max and Will are curled up on. With his lanky frame he knows it will be a night of discomfort.
El seems to follow his gaze and frowns. “You can’t sleep on that couch, you’ll sleep like shit” she states matter of factly.
Mike can’t help the chuckle that escapes his mouth, “Yeah, tell me about it” he looks back down at El who seems to be debating something.
She turns to look at him, “I’ll sleep on the couch, you take the spare bed”.
Mike shakes his head at her, “No, no that’s your bed”
El giggles at him, “Last time I checked this was your house, not mine”.
Mike rolls his eyes playfully at her, “Yes but that bedroom is practically yours now”.
El smiles at his words, but then she ducks her head and pulls a finger up to her mouth and bites onto it. She then quirks an eyebrow up at him as if contemplating something.
He frowns at the look, not sure what she’s thinking.
But then she says, “Uhm...what if we both slept in the bed?” she asks, unable to meet his eyes.
Mike opens his mouth flabbergasted. Last night was different, she was scared, he was there to comfort her. Even though he can’t help but remember her warmth as they snuggled up to one another throughout the night.
“I know last night was different” she says almost reading his mind, “But...I don’t mind you there either” her eyes glisten up at him.
And he knows he can’t say no, especially when he really doesn’t want to.
“Are...are you sure?” he asks, his throat dry.
El nods shyly at him.
Mike softens, “Okay, let me get changed and I’ll meet you over there”.
El grins broadly at him, “Okay” she states eagerly and then turns and almost bounds to her room, Mike watching her every step of the way.
He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into.
Notes:
Yeah, I know that took me forever to get out, work has been INCREDIBLY busy and on top of seeing client’s I’ve had a mountain of paperwork to get done too. Also, I was going to leave the last part about them drinking and such out of this chapter and start it off with the next one, but I just had to fit it in here.
I hope you are all still enjoying this fanfiction. I’ve realized that my idea has kind of waivered slightly. Incorporating interactions with the Anima’s is proving more difficult than I thought especially since I really just love writing Mileven moments. But, I promise they do play a bigger part as the story goes on.
Thank you all again for your patience and dedication to this story, it truly means a lot!
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Chapter 13: After Last Night and A Shopping Trip
Notes:
A huge shout out to everyone who has kept up with this story, but going to give some extra special shoutouts to DandelionMurmur, darthstormer , oldestj1, jullauk, disneyprincess315 and some guests as well, because you have all been diligent in leaving reviews for this story which is really amazing and each one leaves my heart full. Of course thank you to those who leave reviews in general because it’s what we writers live for and we love them more than you know.
Also, I’m so sorry this chapter took forever and a day to get out! Being incredibly busy at work on top of having jury duty and going on a week vacation I have had zero time to work on this story. But, I’m hoping to pick back up!
Anyways, on with the next chapter!
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Chapter Text
His mind is basically on autopilot as he shifts around his room uncomfortably, gathering up his night clothing and moving towards his bathroom to change.
He can’t get El’s suggestion out of his mind.
‘What if we both slept in the bed?’, her timid but gentle voice caresses his mind like a siren calls to unsuspecting seamen.
He shivers slightly as the words crash over him again and again. Mike shakes his head as he focuses on his task at hand. He quickly changes into his pajamas he wore last night, his old Star Wars t-shirt and a pair of loose boxers. But, he suddenly decides he will throw on a pair of flannel pants since last night's sleeping arrangements were necessarily planned, but it was somewhat awkward since they were both in their underwear.
And of course at the thought of underwear, all Mike’s brain can picture is El’s small frame in her Star Wars t-shirt in her boy-short panties. Mike groans as he leans against his bathroom counter steadying himself as his knees turn to jello as he thinks of El in that way.
Closing his eyes Mike takes deep steadying breaths allowing himself to calm down slightly and stopping the blood flow to his midsection.
He steadily raises his head to look at his reflection in the mirror. What greets him back is his own reflection, however, dark circles outline the bottom of his glassy eyes and his face is slightly pale. His unruly dark mop of hair is even more ruffled than usual.
Mike’s not exactly sure what El sees in him, but with a huff he turns on the knob to the sink and splashes cold water into his face. The shock of the cold makes him take in a deep breath of air as he allows the water to drip slowly from his face and into the sink.
With one more steadying breath Mike reaches for his towel and wipes his face dry. Glancing at the mirror he sees his face has pinkened slightly and nods in satisfaction, knowing this is about as good as it’s going to get. And with a quick brush of his teeth, Mike heads back out into his bedroom.
Dustin lets out a loud rumbling snore and Mike rolls his eyes once again as he moves towards his bedroom door and makes the short journey to El’s bedroom.
He can feel his heart rate quicken as he approaches the room, he raises his shaking hand and raps softly against the wooden door.
Mike’s about to take a step back when the door opens softly and El appears before him.
He’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breathe because the soft glow of the light that comes from her room causes her to shine. She has her hair tied up into a gentle ponytail and he can see that she’s washed her face of her make-up. A toothy smile greets him, “Hey, long time no see” she quips lightly to him.
Mike then remembers that he needs to speak and all he’s doing right now is staring at the adorable girl before him. “Uh yeah, no time no see” he tries to joke back, but he realizes how stupid he probably sounded and cringes inwardly. But El’s light giggle tells him otherwise.
She steps aside, “Come in” she whispers and Mike surges forward, his legs feeling like lead as he pads into El’s room. The weirdness of the situation flits over him at the irony of the situation. He’s being invited into a girl’s room, that’s technically his.
He snaps out of his thoughts when he hears El close the door behind him. He turns around quickly to see that yes, El is once again wearing her Star Wars t-shirt, but like him, this time she is wearing an old pair of shorts that are a light faded yellow.
Their eyes meet. El blushes and ducks her head as she gestures to the room, “Make yourself at home” she jokes and Mike laughs out loud. He turns towards the bed and sits on the edge.
“You know what’s funny?” he turns to look at El as she comes and sits herself beside him.
“What?” she asks with a glowing smile.
“I’ve never stayed in this room before till last night and...well now” he shrugs his shoulders.
El nods at this, “Well, why would you, your bedroom is really nice” she smiles at him again.
She must note his peculiar look because her face flushes slightly as she speaks, “Oh uhm, I kind of checked it out while you were getting toothpaste” she says bashfully.
Mike throws her his own smile, “No worries, it’s not much”.
El shakes her head at him, “I thought it was really nice, simple but warm and inviting” her voice softens as she shifts on the bed to pull up both of her legs as she wraps her arms around them and rests her chin against her knees.
Mike watches as she settles, she looks upward slightly, a smirk dancing on her lips. “It actually reminded me a little bit of my old room. Your’s is a lot neater than I kept mine” she chuckles.
“I noticed your Star Wars posters and other comic book hero posters as well. I wasn’t lucky enough to have those, but I did manage to find a worn out A New Hope poster once, but that’s not my favorite one” she explains.
Mike can’t help but turn away, saddened by what he had and what she didn’t. A soft hand finds him and he quickly turns to El.
She gives him a pointed look, “Don’t you dare pity me, Mike” her voice is teasing but serious as well.
Mike opens his mouth in shock having been caught in his exact thoughts, but then he remembers El’s words from earlier and softens. He shakes his head, “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean-” he starts but El cuts him off, “Don’t worry Mike, I know it’s not easy”.
But Mike shakes his head, “No, I just need to be more empathetic, and not just assume things” he argues back.
El opens her mouth to speak, but then it slowly closes. Mike tightens his hand around hers more firmly “I promise I’m going to be more careful about my reactions and not just assume that you feel a certain way”, he gives her a steely look.
At this El cracks a smile, “I believe you Mike, thank you” she whispers.
Mike nods at this, and decides to move past the subject, “So, if A New Hope isn’t your favorite, which one is?” trying to contain the giddiness in his voice and as El softly giggles at him as she answers and their conversation continues on into the night.
She’s not exactly sure where the sudden surge of confidence came from when she invites Mike to spend the night in her bed once again. Internally, she blames it on the alcohol, but the sober El in the back of her mind knows better; she wanted to be curled up into his side once again.
Granted, she would never have asked Mike to join her in her bed if she wasn’t granted the opportunity that struck, do, to Dustin currently occupying Mike’s bed. What was even luckier was the fact that she stumbled upon the opportunity of having to revisit Mike due to the lack of toothpaste.
El mulls this over as she moves to the dresser in which she had begun storing her few personal belongings of clothing. As she pulls the drawer open she frowns slightly at her quickly dwindling assortment of clothing. For, she realizes that tomorrow she will have to wear the same shirt that she did the other day and ask Mike to use his washer. She flushes in embarrassment at the lack of clothing she owns.
Not that she had much time to think of what to grab in her moment of panic, but even if she had all the time in the world, she wouldn’t have too much more than she has now.
Huffing in frustration El quickly grabs her Star Wars shirt from last night. Before she turns to the bathroom to get dressed she stops mid spin from the dresser and moves back to it. She ruffles through the other drawers, where, as Mike said his sisters had left clothing previously. She’d be lying if she hadn’t looked through some of the clothes. However, she discovered that one of Mike’s sisters is quite small, and the clothing did not fit her. And the other kept an array of frilly, laced clothing that was not El’s style by any means. But, luckily she did discover a pair of soft, yellow shorts that would be perfect to sleep in.
Her mind drifts back to last night and both her and Mike’s lack of pajama bottoms. She can feel her cheeks darkening even more as her mind traces back to Mike’s reaction to her in just her underwear.
Yes, if she was being honest with herself, she was interested in what the boy's initial reaction to her walking around like that would be. And to say she wasn’t trying to get some kind of response would be a lie. At first she thought Mike hadn’t even noticed, but it didn’t take long to see that he definitely had and it caused many stirrings within her to swirl.
El shakes the thoughts from her head as she wills herself to calm down and instead focus on the task at hand and get herself ready for bed. So, she hurries back to the bathroom, changes, brushes her teeth and wipes away the makeup she had applied earlier in the day. With one glance in the mirror she could see the smudged mascara and deep circles under her eyes from lack of sleep and drinking. A quick rub down with a warm washcloth erases this exhaustion.
Just as she finishes tying her hair up into a ponytail El hears a soft knock on her bedroom door and she can feel her heartbeat quicken in her chest. She swallows the giddiness that threatens to spill out as she approaches the door. With a quick deep breath she pulls the door open.
The breath in her throat catches as her eyes descend on Mike, who’s standing, near straight as a pin in front of her, he gives her his sheepish smile and she inwardly sighs.
“Hey, long time no see” is out of her mouth before she can stop it and she wants to smack herself in the face for the poor joke. Mike doesn’t respond immediately and she catches his dark eyes trailing up and down her body, it causes her to shiver in delight.
Eventually he’s brought back to reality, “Uh yeah, no time no see”, he jokes back as she invites him in.
There’s a weird awkwardness that permeates the room and it causes a weird sensation to fill El. She’s never done something like this before, inviting a boy into her room, not that she’d ever really had the chance. But, from the movies she’s watched and tried to understand something like this usually leads or means something else.
El scratches that from her mind, however, knowing that what this is, isn’t that. Her eyes follow Mike’s long figure as he slowly walks into her room, seemingly just as nervous as she is. Finally, he sits down at the foot of the bed, and she decides to mimic him.
She can’t help but smile, noticing he too is also wearing his Star Wars sweatshirt and it makes her smile.
Their conversation turns quickly from him talking about never staying in the room, to Mike feeling guilty for her, which she instantly quelches, not wanting him to feel sorry for her in any way possible, not after everything that has happened between them. She’s relieved when he agrees to be more mindful of his reaction and instead turns the conversation to Star Wars.
“So, if A New Hope isn’t your favorite, which one is?” he asks like a young child, and she can see he’s trying to hold back his excitement, so she giggles at him before she answers, “Oh, definitely The Empire Strikes Back”.
Mike’s mouth drops open in shock and the look on his face causes El to laugh loudly, “No way! That’s my favorite too!”
El shakes her head at him, “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she teases and Mike’s face flushes slightly, he holds up a hand warily, “And I’m not just saying that it’s mine because it’s yours” he guards himself. El nods at this, “Mhm” she teases him and this causes Mike to raise an eyebrow in challenge.
It takes him all but two seconds to launch into how The Empire Strikes Back, is by far the greatest Star War film out there. He goes into explanation about the reveal of Darth Vader being Luke’s father to the cinematography and storyline. It doesn’t take long for El to jump in and share her own ideas and likes and dislikes about the film.
At some point El finds herself and Mike now up near the top of the bed, both resting against the large headboard and pillows as they continue to talk.
“Are you tired?” Mike’s low voice causes El to stir.
“What?” she asks, blinking her eyes, the exhaustion of the day wearing on her.
Mike smiles at this, “Go to sleep, you look exhausted”.
El chuckles, “Nice thing to say to a lady” she jokes as she rearranges herself beneath the top layer of sheets and settles down onto her pillow.
Mike copies her and lays on his side, facing one another. Her eyes are heavy and she can see that his, are doing the same. She reaches out and touches his face, “You’re tired too, can barely keep your eyes open” she yawns heavily as she speaks.
Mike laughs as he catches her hand in his, “No, I’m pretty sure you’re the tired one” he counters and he moves towards her only leaving an inch of space between them.
In the soft glow of the light from the windows El can still make out the freckles that smatter across Mike’s face, he turns slightly onto his back yawning, her hand still in his, causing her to shift closer near him.
“You took my hand” she grumbles, but allows this opportunity to unabashedly raise her head up and rest it against his chest. She curls herself into his side as Mike immediately wraps his spare hand around her waist.
Her head is tucked gently under his chin and she sighs heavily into his embrace. Her eyes fight the tiredness just a bit longer, growing heavier with each blink.
“Goodnight El” Mike whispers just as her eyes close.
“Goodnight Mike” she whispers back. And just as she drifts off into slumber, she feels a soft kiss being placed on her head. A smile grows widely on her face.
“SHHHH you’ll wake them!” a hushed whisper hits Mike’s ear as his heavy eyes flicker open.
The exhaustion and alcohol from the night before hit him heavily, his bleary mind trying to focus on whatever pulled him from his slumber.
“You think they slept together?” a male voice asks, which is followed closely by a ‘Thwack!’, and then an “Owww, what the hell Max!?” and several more “Shhhh’s” follow.
Mike attempts to not move, hoping that whatever the voices he’s hearing will shut up at some point or another and then he can go back to sleep.
“Of course they slept together, they’re in the same bed” another voice hisses.
“Mike’s still has his shirt on though, don’t you thi-” one voice starts but is immediately cut off by another.
“Ugh, don’t even go there Dustin, we don’t know what they get up to” another voice grumbles.
Just as Mike is beginning to doze once again the name ‘Dustin’ causes his eyes to open widely. He slowly glances down and sees a mess of brown hair against his chest and last night comes swimming back to him in a light daze.
‘El asked me to sleep in her bed,’ his inner voice reminds him. He softens, knowing that even though they had been drinking, nothing had happened between them. But, he then realizes that the voices he’s hearing are his obnoxious friends, who are still “whispering” about them.
As slowly and quietly as he can Mike turns his head towards the door, and there, he can see each of his friends' heads peeking through the doorway, but instead of focusing on himself and El they are turned toward one another trying to quietly argue, which they are miserably failing.
“Didn’t you see the way they were looking at each other? I’m sure something happened between them” Dustin points a finger at the party with a serious expression.
“Of course we saw that Dustin, how could you not?” Lucas states.
“Guys, this feels wrong, we should just let them be” Will’s anxious voice cuts through.
“Well, they were pretty liquored up last night I mean, maybe something did happen?” Max shrugs as she turns to look back into the room, however, her eyes widen when she sees Mike’s dark eyes staring back at her.
Mike watches as Max’s mouth drops open, as Dustin, Will and Lucas give her a curious look and then follow her gaze, each of their eyes also meeting Mike’s.
Mike raises an eyebrow at his friends and then frowns. It doesn’t take his friends long to get the message as they quickly fumble about, shut the door and disappear.
He sighs heavily as he turns his head back down to El who is still tucked snuggly into his side, her breathing gentle and even.
“Your friends are weird and annoying” El’s voice is muffled by Mike’s chest and he can’t help but chuckle.
“I thought you were still asleep” Mike comments as he rests back into the bed.
“I was, but your friends are very loud” El jokes as she begins to open her eyes.
Just as Mike’s looking down he catches El’s eyes with his, he can’t help but smile at her.
“How did you sleep?” he asks gently.
El hums contently, “Really good, you’re a miracle worker or something”.
Mike chuckles at this causing El’s head to rise and fall with each laugh.
“I’m not joking,” she says as she begins to lift her head from his chest.
Mike takes her in, he’s pretty sure they hadn’t moved an inch throughout the entire night, which might explain his stiff shoulder. But El’s hair is a wild mess and the right side of her face is red and splotchy from where she laid on his chest all night.
She must catch his unique expression because she ‘harrumphs’ and crashes back down onto his chest, causing him to let out a huff of air.
“Ugh, I must look like a mess” she mumbles into his chest. Mike can feel the vibration of her words and he can’t say he hates the feeling.
Mike reaches out and attempts to pull her up to look at him, but she’s surprisingly strong and holds herself firm, eventually he pulls at her chin and she looks up at him with big, brown, doe eyes and it takes everything in himself to not just sit there and stare at her.
“El, you look beautiful no matter what” he says gently, knowing that his cheeks are now stained red.
She gives him an incredulous look, but he stares back, making sure she understands that he’s being truthful. She softens, “Thank you” she whispers and he nods back.
El slowly pushes herself off of him and Mike misses her warmth immediately she looks around the room and then her gaze falls on the closed door. “What do you think our friends are saying about us now?” she quips him a grin with teasing eyes.
It makes Mike laugh as he stretches out his stiff arm, “Oh, you know the usual sultry stuff they usually come up with” he smiles and both of them chuckle at his words.
Mike’s stomach then makes a low rumbling noise and El raises an eyebrow at him, “Hungry?” she asks, and Mike nods, “Starving after nothing but empty calories and a lot of beer” he rolls his eyes.
“Ugh, I forget how bad this feels” El mumbles as she goes to push herself off of the bed and stand to her feet, Mike follows her movements, but out of the corner of his eye he sees El stumble slightly. On instinct he reaches out and catches her mid stumble as her arms are thrown up in the air and wrap themselves tightly around his neck.
She giggles into his chest, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, this is why I don’t drink”.
Mike laughs with her as he attempts to straighten them, his arms around her waist and her arms still tightly wrapped around him. He can feel the pull of the alcohol still lingering in his system as he sways slightly due to both of their weight, his height not helping in the matter.
“You’re lucky I even caught you” he teases as El looks up into his eyes.
“Why, not usually fast on your feet?” she jokes.
Mike shakes his head, scoffing along the way, “Me? Fast, that’s a joke”.
El giggles softly as she absentmindedly plays with the back of his hair, “Well, I guess I’m just lucky then”.
Mike then realizes just how close they’re standing to one another. Their chests are pressed tightly together and the way El toys with his hair causes his eyes to roll back slightly. He moves his gaze down to meet hers, she’s giving him a gentle smile.
And like smoke, she lightly unravels herself from his embrace as they break away slowly, their eyes still lingering on one another. “I’m going to get ready” she moves towards the bathroom, Mike’s gaze never leaving hers.
“Okay” he says dazedly, and with one last smile, El disappears behind the bathroom door as Mike pads slowly to the bedroom door, needing to get ready himself. However, as he leaves El’s room, his heart rate quickens at their interaction and a smile never leaves his face. That is until he encounters his friends who wolf-whistle to him as he exits El’s room.
He’s not sure what he’s expecting when he exits El’s room, for it’s not a usual occurrence for his friends to all be over and witness this unusual event. But when he hears Dustin’s wolf-whistle and Lucas loud and over dramatic applauding, he’s pretty sure he’d be happy if he just disappeared.
“Well, look who decided to stumble out of bed this morning, or should I say El’s bed!” Dustin guaffs and points in Mike’s direction.
“Yeah man, we didn’t expect that you had it in you” Lucas teases, raising and lowering his eyebrows.
Mike rolls his eyes at his friends as he tries to make it across the living room to his room without too much taunting, “Nothing happened guys” he mutters along the way.
“Oh, suuure” Dustin draws out as Mike flips him off as he beelines it straight for his room for a quick shower and change for the day.
Just as Mike pulls on his shirt and ruffles his mass of curly black hair he hears his door creak open, he doesn’t have to look to know it’s Pitch.
Mike casts him a look, “You better not be here to tease me either”.
Pitch chuckles low, “No, not here to tease, but just check in I guess”.
Mike freezes as he stops messing with his unruly hair and turns towards his Anima, “Since when do you ‘check in’” Mike air quotes.
Pitch sits and shrugs nonchalantly, “I guess it’s because things have never been this serious before”.
Mike narrows his eyes at his wolf, “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean...you’ve never been this serious before about a girl” Pitch stares at him with the same dark eyes that mirror his.
“What do you mean by serious anyways, it’s not like anything has happened between us”, Mike crosses his arms against his chest, a silent challenge to his Anima.
Pitch raises an eyebrow at him, “But it is serious, there’s something different about you with El”.
Mike rolls his eyes once again, “Look, I’m just trying to be a good friend is all” he says as he moves towards his closet and pulls out a loose zip-up sweatshirt.
And then he feels it, a deep stirring within him, he turns to look at Pitch who is only smiling broadly at him, “You’re lying, and you can feel it that I know you are”.
Mike stands pin straight as he looks at his Anima. He silently wishes that in their bizarre world that their souls would just linger inside them, why did they have to manifest themselves like they did? Mike found it more of a nuisance than anything.
“Look, just, let me deal with this okay. It’s my life, I’ve got to figure it out for myself” he states flatly.
Pitch rolls his eyes, “You haven’t learned yet, have you?” His voice is low.
Mike raises an eyebrow in challenge.
Sighing heavily, Pitch speaks, “I am your soul. I know what you feel, everything!” he stresses. “Don’t tell me you don’t have deep feelings for this girl because lying isn’t exactly your strong suit”.
Mike glares at his Anima, “You don’t know anything about me” he bites back, and at this Pitch laughs, “That’s where you’re wrong Mike, I know everything about you, and you refuse to acknowledge it, that’s why we don’t connect” he barks.
Slowly, Mike lets out a long breath. Pitch waits a moment before he speaks, “You know it’s true. And it eats away at you everyday. You refuse to see that I’m right here, that I’m your living breathing soul, yet you don’t know how to look within yourself because you’re scared to”.
Their eyes connect as they stare at one another for a moment. Mike sits on Pitch’s words for a moment, but then he shakes his head, “No, you’re wrong” he states, gritting his teeth together.
“We don’t connect because all you do is talk a big game, you say what you think I feel, but you’re wrong!” he seethes. “You think just because you’re my soul you have all the answers, but you don’t, and that’s what kills me” Mike takes in a deep shaking breath.
Pitch lets out a puff of air from his nose, “Well then, I guess you’ll have to figure it out the hard way then. Until you accept yourself, you’ll never accept me” and with that, Pitch turns slowly and exits through the still slightly open door of Mike’s bedroom.
Mike stares after his Anima as he tries to control his breathing. Pitch’s words swim around his head like an angry storm, and instead of sitting with them, Mike huffs in anger, tosses on his hoodie and heads out his bedroom door.
Even though she’s getting ready in the bathroom she can hear the wolf-whistling and applauding from the other side of her bedroom walls. El’s face flushes at their friends' antics, wondering what’s going to happen when it’s her turn to exit the bedroom.
She was hoping that she and Mike would be up long before them to avoid this exact situation. Not that she was ashamed of letting Mike sleep next to her all night in her bedroom, but the fact that she was quickly learning that her new group of friends were merciless teasers and took any opportunity to pounce on any victim.
So, El quickly got herself ready believing that the sooner she got out there, the quicker the ridicule would be done and over with.
Running a quick brush through her wavy hair and washing her face and brushing her teeth, El moved towards the dresser. She huffed quietly as she realized that she was going to have to ask Mike to wash her clothes later because it was just getting a little embarrassing now. So, she threw on her cleanest pair of jeans and a shirt she hoped wasn’t too rank and prepared herself as she exited her bedroom.
Just as she turned the corner where she knew her friends would be lying in wait, a voice caught her.
“Didn’t you wear that the other day?”
El turned quickly towards the kitchen where Max stood pointing in her direction and was then turning back to the coffee maker which was beginning to percolate.
She tried her hardest not to blush and sighing inwardly at her bad luck that of course, Max would quickly point out her worries.
El pulls at the hem of her dark shirt and frowns, “Uhm” she begins as she raises her head to see Max staring at her.
“I’m assuming Wheeler hasn’t taken you shopping?” the redhead asks.
“Uh” El starts, but is quickly cut off by Max who waves a hand in her direction, “No matter, I’ll just have to take you this afternoon” she says as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
El can’t help but let out a nervous laugh, “Wait, what do you mean?”
Max gives her a curious look as she moves around Mike’s kitchen and fishes out two mugs and pours a generous amount of the dark liquid into each cup. She passes one to El across the island and El takes it into her cold hands, the mug warming them.
“Cream, sugar?” Max asks holding up each one but El shakes her head, “No, black’s fine” she gives a wry smile.
“Ugh, you and Wheeler are more alike than you know” she casts El a teasing smirk and now El can’t hide her blush.
“Anyways, yeah, I’ll take you around the block and have you pick out some new clothing, sound good?” Max gives her a questioning look, waiting for El’s answer as Max takes a long sip of her coffee.
El’s not really sure what to do, she’s not used to someone like Max. Fierce, determined, but kind in her own way, her fast pace is like a blur El can’t hope to catch up to.
“I’m...I’m not sure” she says shyly.
“Of course you’re sure!” Max bellows causing El’s face to rise in shock.
“What is she sure about?” a new voice enters their clique and El turns quickly to see Mike looking comfy, but slightly disheveled as he comes to stand beside El at the island.
“Oh, look who’s come to join us Mr. Casanova” Max wiggles her eyebrows at Mike and then El, causing them both to flush brilliantly.
Mike buries his head in his face, “Oh my god you guys, just stop” he moans.
Max laughs wildly, “Dude, you did this to yourself! You can’t give us fuel for the fire like that without having some kind of reaction”.
Mike looks up, “Well, you don’t have to embarrass El either” he nods in her direction and El can’t help the warm feeling that envelops her at Mike’s words.
El reaches out and gently touches Mike’s shoulder, “It’s okay, I guess it was kind of a weird situation” she shrugs, and Mike nods at this.
“Yeah, if it weren’t for someone!” and at this Mike whips his head over his shoulder where Dustin, Lucas and Will have stopped their conversation and are all now staring at them with wide eyes.
“Didn’t steal my bed last night, it would have been a different story” he huffs.
Dustin laughs at this, “Could have kicked me out” he suggests and at this Mike rolls his eyes, “Yeah, because that would have been so easy to do with your drunk ass”.
Dustin opens his mouth to argue back, but this time El steps in, “Guys, I’m the one that suggested Mike sleep with me...in my bed” she finishes quickly.
“Dustin, you were dead to the world, and that couch was too small for Mike and he refused to take my bed when I offered it to him, so...we just slept together in it, not like we hadn’t before” she shrugs nonchalantly, not thinking anything of it. She takes a sip of her coffee and is curious as to why it’s suddenly quiet. The party is staring at her all with their eyes wide, and mouths open in shock.
El furrows her eyebrows, but then realizes her last words. “Oops” she says more to herself than anyone else and then all of their friends burst out laughing.
“Oh my god, so you guys did sleep together!” Dustin bends over with laughter as El can feel her face warming.
“No, no, that’s not what I-” she waves out her hands, but Lucas cuts her off, “Oh my god Mike, twenty one years without being with a girl, and you have one in your house for two days!” he pounds on the couch.
The laughter continues, and El peeks up over at Mike and she can see he’s looking down at her, a sheepish and guilty look written across her face, for some reason, it breaks her heart. She has been able to tell that poor Mike seems to take the brunt of their friends' teasing, and even though he puts on a brave face, she can tell it wears on him.
So, she decides to take a step forward for him, “Guys, come on enough!” she finally raises her voice enough for her friends to stop laughing, but not so harshly that she comes across as mad. With their attention on her she lets out a heavy sigh, “Look, we get that it’s funny, and it looks weird, but honestly Mike has been there to support me through a lot, and I really appreciate it” she looks up at Mike and she smiles when she sees him looking at her with awe.
“Please don’t harp on us too much, it really isn’t that big of a deal” she pleads to them looking at each of them with her big brown doe eyes, and she sees her friends soften.
“We’re sorry. We shouldn’t rag on you guys too much, especially since you’re so new to the group El” Will says gently.
The others nod in agreement. “Well, El, you’ve figured out that we like to tease, so be careful with what you say and do around us” Max says with a quick wink.
El releases her tight shoulders and smiles at the redheaded girl who finishes the last of her coffee and points to Mike. “Dude, I’m taking her out shopping, she needs more clothes” she states firmly.
Mike turns towards her with a surprised look, “Uh Max did you forget we’re trying to keep El hidden?” he asks incredulously.
Max rolls her eyes, “Come on, it won’t be long, besides I’m sure she won’t mind getting out of the apartment for a few hours, right El?” she looks at her and El startles slightly.
And as much as she has enjoyed her time in the apartment, she is starting to feel a little stir crazy. Especially since she is used to spending the majority of her days walking around the city. She turns to look at Mike, “It would be kind of nice” she gives him a soft smile.
His eyes search her face and she gives him her big doe eyes, and she can see his reserves dropping quickly. He sighs, “Okay, but just for a few hours!” He directs this in Max’s direction.
Max whoops, “Finally! Some girl time!” She dances a bit in the kitchen.
“Uh, no we’ll be coming with you”, Mike gestures to the rest of the males in the room and Max rolls her eyes, “Uhm, no, it’ll just be me and El” Max crosses her arms against her chest in challenge.
“Max, there’s no way I’m letting El go without me” and he freezes slightly at his words. El feels the warmth in her chest grow at his words, knowing how much he cares about her.
There’s some ‘Ohhhs’ from the boys in the living room but Max continues forward, “Mike come on, give us some time to ourselves, let El and I connect a little bit” her voice is a lot gentler than it usually is and it surprises El slightly.
“I can go with them”, El turns to see Will has spoken up.
“Yeah, let Will come with us” Max gestures to the smallest of the group.
Mike turns to look at Will and then back to Max and finally settles on El. He lets out a heavy sigh, “Okay fine, if Will goes with you”.
“Yes! Thank you Mike!” Max cheers wildly as she moves to gather her stuff. “Come on boys, let’s get cleaned up before we go, and El?” Max points to her.
“Be ready to go in an hour, Will and I will come to pick you up okay?”
El nods at this, “Okay”.
And with that Max wrangles up the crew to shoo them out of Mike’s apartment.
“Thanks for a great night you guys!” Lucas waves over his shoulder.
“See you in a bit!” Will calls out smiling.
“And don’t have too much fun in the hour” Dustin teases as he heads out the door. Causing Mike to grumble after him.
Once the party leaves, Mike turns to look at El and he gives her a warm smile, “Sorry about them, they can definitely be a lot” he apologizes.
El moves closer to him, “It’s fine Mike, they are just teasing” she shrugs.
Mike nods but then goes to speak, “El?” he starts, and she looks at him gently, “Yes?”
“Uhm, I just want you to know, it doesn’t feel weird for me to sleep with you” and she watches as he cringes slightly at his words, “Uh, what I mean is, I just like to sleep next to you...ah I mean-” but El cuts him off with a giggle and a hand pressed to his chest. “Mike, it’s okay, I get what you’re trying to say and...I don’t think it’s weird either”.
She can feel Mike relax under her hand as they stare into each other's eyes.
The moment is broken though when she hears his stomach growl loudly, his face flushes.
“Breakfast?” he asks.
“Sounds great” El smiles after him as they head to the kitchen to fill their empty stomachs.
An hour later, almost on the dot there’s a rough knocking coming from Mike’s apartment door. He shuffles over to the entrance and opens it just in time for Max to nearly knock Mike over, Will following slowly behind.
“El, you ready to go!?” Max says excitedly as El chews and swallows her last piece of bacon.
“Uh yeah, I think so” she says gingerly and Max all but rips her out of her seat.
“Then let’s go!” the wild redhead says, but El stops her, “Wait, I need to get my bag” she says as she gestures towards her room.
“I need to get some money, I won’t be able to get much” she shrugs sheepishly. She always carried some extra cash that she managed to save up over time and it was always with her in her bag. Yes, she was excited to be going out shopping, but the reality of the situation was that she wouldn’t be able to buy much. She silently hoped that she’d be able to find a few new shirts and a pair of pants.
Max let’s go of her hand as El treks into her room and grabs her bag. Veda is on her heels. El fishes into her bag and counts out barely fifty dollars, she sags slightly.
Veda nudges her, “It’ll be okay El, just get a couple of things” the fox says gently.
El sighs in defeat, but nods, standing to her feet and moving back to the living room where she’s surprised to see Mike whispering quickly to Max who’s nodding furiously. She’s guessing that he’s telling Max to be extra careful and to watch her back.
But, she finds herself a little suspicious when they see her re-enter the room and they stop talking immediately. Max grins brightly pointing to El’s bag that’s cast over her shoulder, “Ready?” the redhead asks and El nods.
“I think so” El breathes and with that Max is reaching for her once again, “Alright let’s go!”, but before she can get tugged too far, Mike grabs a hold of her other hand and Max stares at him. “She’ll be right there, hold on a minute” Mike gives her a look and Max sighs, “Fine, come on Will, we’ll wait out here” and with that Max and Will disappear out of Mike’s apartment.
Mike turns to El and gives her a sheepish grin, “Make sure you have a good time okay, but just be careful” he squeezes her hand at his last word.
El sighs at the contact and she flashes him a smile, “Don’t worry, I will be, I don’t think we’ll be gone too long anyways” she tries to not let the disappointment in her lack of money show. But Mike squeezes her hand tighter causing her to look up into his eyes. “Like I said, have fun and don’t worry, okay?”
There’s something hanging beneath his words, but El isn’t exactly sure what it is, but she ignores it and instead takes a step closer to him and wraps her arms around his chest and pulls him into a hug. The contact is electrifying as she melts into his embrace, especially when he wraps his arms around her squeezing her tightly.
“I’ll see you in a few hours” she comments as she slowly breaks away, their eyes meeting once again.
She’s pretty sure she could count the freckles on his face with how close they are, and with her last resolve she stands up on her tiptoes and kisses him on his cheek, causing his face to flame.
She breaks herself away smiling wickedly, “Bye Mike!” She waves as she opens the door to leave and he can only give her a small “Bye” back as she’s pretty sure she’s left him in a daze. With one last flash of a smile she exits the apartment to find Max and Will waiting with both of their Anima’s tucked against them, while Veda trails behind El.
“Needed to give him a good-bye kiss?” Max teases as El blushes, shaking her head at her new friend.
“Let’s get shopping” is all El comments as Max loops El’s right arm through hers, as Will does the same to her left.
“Yes! Let’s go!” Max cheers as she leads the three of them down the apartment hallway and towards the elevator, ready for their next little adventure.
Even though it’s been less than a week since she’s taken a step outside, she has to marvel at the feeling of being out in the sun, the wind against herself, she takes in a deep breath. And even though it’s not the freshest of air, there’s something about it that feels like home.
El has on a hoodie that she borrowed from Mike. It’s three sizes too big, but the hood helps to hide her face in the busy streets that surround her and El sinks into the warmth that it holds, and every few moments she breathes in the scent that is Mike.
Will seems to have come out of his shell a bit pointing at different shops that he usually likes to visit and stores that they should check out. He’s much more bubbly and joyous when it’s just her and Max around and it makes El smile.
Max all but drags the three of them into a nearby shop. El’s a bit surprised, having mentioned that checking out a thrift shop would be much more in her budget. She thought Max had heard her, but maybe not.
“Uh, Max, I’m not sure I can afford anything in here” El looks about the store and sees the name brands that circle her.
Max grins wickedly at her, “Oh, don’t worry El, money’s no object here”.
El’s mouth drops open, “Max, no I don’t want you to pay for my clothes” she starts to argue, but she’s surprised when Will steps in, “It’s not on Max, it’s all on Mike” he gives her a look that speaks volumes.
El shakes her head, “What do you mean?” she asks carefully.
And then both Will and Max grin widely when Max begins to dig into her pocket and pulls out a flat plastic card. She can see Michael Wheeler inscribed on it with silver lettering. She realizes instantly that it’s a credit card, her eyes widened in alarm.
As she’s shaking her head ‘no’, Will and Max are smiling widely and nodding ‘yes’.
“No, no, I can’t take Mike’s credit card for a joy ride” she argues.
Max rolls her eyes, “El, he practically threw it at me and promised me that it would get used”.
“That doesn’t mean I have to use it” she stresses back.
Will huffs, “El, trust me, we tried to reason with Mike, but he flat out refused, he wants to do this for you”.
El looks between her two new friends and can see the sincerity written on both of their faces. She sighs heavily in defeat, “Alright, fine, I’ll do a little shopping” she mutters.
Will and Max both brighten at her words, “Yes, El, this will be so much!” a devilish smile grows on her face and before El knows it, she’s being whisked away into a world of clothes.
Both Will and Max pull her in different directions as they begin to browse at the wide clothing selection.
“Okay, I noticed that your main color in your clothing selection is black” Max states plainly and El rolls her eyes playfully at her, “Sorry, bright and cheery doesn’t really speak to my soul”.
“Oh, but El, you would look so cute in this!” Will says eagerly as he pulls a pink button down top from the racks of clothes and holds it up to El. Max nods in agreement, “So cute, you should definitely expand your colors a bit”.
El sighs, “Fine, I want to try it on first”, Will and Max squeal slightly and the search about the store begins.
After what feels like hours El finds herself in the midst of an old changing room with what looks like fifty different outfits that Will and Max want her to try on. Max had come in and helped her organize shirts, pants, and other staples of clothing and even though there was some organization, to El it still felt chaotic.
Her eyes move about the colors and she doesn’t even know where to start. “El, you okay in there?” Max’s voice calls into the room. El sighs heavily, “Yeah, I guess, I just don’t know where to start” she shakes her head to herself.
“Just, start where you like, what speaks to you?” Max’s voice rings out.
El looks back at her clothing selection, which is a rainbow of colors that she’s not used to. So, she starts with a plain white v-neck shirt, a pair of dark jeans and the pink top Will had picked out first. She steps out of the stall and is greeted by a pair of gasps.
“Oh my gosh El, pink fits you so well!” Max gushes as she has her turn around.
“It does, you do look better in brighter colors” Veda nods approvingly.
El furrows her brow, “Really?” she asks uncertainly.
“Yes, that coverup is adorable on you” Will remarks, “Yes, very nice” Elvie even comments from behind Will’s shoulder.
For some reason, the compliments make El swell in pride. In the lab, it was basic hospital gowns, on the street, it was whatever you could find or swipe without being caught. El did tend to stick to dark colored clothing because she feared any shade darker than grey would make her stand out like a sore thumb. But, she had to admit, there was something to the pink that she secretly admired.
“All three of those need to go on the keep pile” Will stated as he ushered her back into the changing room.
It was then El didn’t feel so overwhelmed and instead, she allowed herself to enjoy the shopping montage.
An hour later El’s keep and leave pile grew as she finally finished her critique by Max and Will and she was down to her last outfit to try. It was a more formal blouse that was white and had a low sweeping neck with a simple flower design on the side. Max had insisted that El find a couple pairs of shorts as well since it would be warm in Indiana when they went. So, that’s what she paired with the shirt.
She had only had one pair of shorts ever, and even in the heat of New York, El tended to keep to her pants. She felt a little self conscious as she exited the fitting room. “I’m not so sure about this,” El mutters as she spins before her friends.
Max guaffs at her, “El, are you kidding me, you’re rocking those shorts!” she compliments, causing El to flush again.
“And it’s a good thing too because we totally forgot to have you try on these!” she says, gesturing to Will who is holding with disdain what looks like a bunch of swimsuits, El’s face falls. “Max no-” she starts to back away, but Max swipes the handful of swimsuits from Will and forces them into El’s arms.
“El, we’re going to be swimming when we get back to Hawkins, you need at least one” Max practically whines.
El huffs in impatience as she is once again thrown into the fitting room. She has never owned a bathing suit in her life, let alone she doesn’t even know how to swim. But, she feels she will never win an argument with Max and decides to keep the fitting to herself.
After trying on two one pieces and one bikini, El finds that she feels super uncomfortable in a swimsuit, she feels revealed and awkward. She’s just finishing putting on a simple black bikini when a loud pounding startles El. She holds a hand up to her chest, “What?” she whines slightly. “Let me see!” Max’s voice is partially muffled by the door.
“No, Max, I don’t-” and like always before she can even finish Max opens El’s unlocked changing room door and El wants to cover herself, but Max’s eyes go wide, “El, that looks perfect on you!”
El shakes her head, “I don’t think so, it’s so weird I feel like I’m wearing my underwear out in public” she confesses.
Max giggles at her, “Well, you definitely have the body to go with it, that's for sure, Mike will lose his shit when he sees you in this”.
At Max’s words El flicks her eyes up quickly to the girl, “What?!” she asks flabbergasted.
Max gives her a look while casting a hand in her direction, “El, come on, don’t tell me you don’t want Mike checking you out in this thing”. Max then looks in Veda’s direction and of course her lovely Anima nods in agreement.
El’s pretty sure she’s as red as a tomato at Max’s words. And as if she was reading her mind, Max laughs out loud, “Oh my gosh you totally do, look at how red you are!” Max then promptly pokes her in the face. El swats her hand away, “Shut up” she mutters.
“You two are way too adorable how you get all flushed around one another. I can’t believe you guys aren’t together, I mean, don’t you want to be?” Max’s question hits El so fast, it leaves El breathless.
“I...I...uh” but she can’t answer. El can’t help but imagine them at a small lake on a warm day, and her in her new bikini and Mike in a pair of swim shorts. She can already imagine watching his dark, heavy eyes travelling up her body, but she doesn’t let the thought go any further. And at El’s hesitation, Max shakes her head, “Let me guess, it’s Mike”.
El meets the redheads piercing blue eyes, and Max gives a small half smile, “Yeah, that’s what I thought” she huffs, placing her hands on her hips as she takes a look through El’s ‘keep’ pile and hoists it into her arms and shutting the changing room door behind her.
El sighs, “He’s just scared” is what she says softly through the changing room door as El moves to discard the bathing suit and change back into her regular clothing.
“I know, but one day-” and at this Max falters, “One day he’s going to have to do something”. El furrows her brow as she pulls on her pants and fumbles with the button. “What do you mean?” El asks as she places her shirt back on over her head, followed by Mike’s hoodie, as she grabs the bathing suit and exits the dressing room.
Max gives her a look, “I just mean...if he waits too long, he’s going to let something really good slip through his fingers”.
El whips her head up to look at Max, who is trying to relay a lot through her look.
And El gets it, so she can’t help but sputter, “I’m sure he won’t”.
“Or, do you mean you’re willing to wait for Wheeler?” Max questions firmly.
El evaluates her words. She knows that what’s going on between her and Mike is different, that there’s a connection there. But, she knows there’s hesitancy as well. However, she can’t forget their almost kisses and his confession last night. She’s never felt like this before and she won’t be letting it go anytime soon.
So, with confidence she turns to Max, “Yes, I’ll wait as long as he needs”. And with that Max beams, “I’m happy to hear that then”.
They snagged Will on their way to the register and when the total was rung up, El almost fainted. “I can’t charge that to Mike’s credit card!” she hisses through her teeth to Will and Max. But they wave her off, “El, if you haven’t noticed yet, Mike has money, and he never spends it on anything” Will says as Max hands over the black credit card.
“Yeah, he was practically begging us to use it on you, so consider yourself lucky” Max says as she takes back the credit card, each of them grabbing a hold of two bags filled with clothes. El can’t help but chuckle, “I don’t think I’ll ever need to buy anything again” as she looks between the bags.
The other two laugh as they head out of the store and Will guides them to a nearby bakery stating that Mike owes them all a smoothie and a small bakery delight for helping El out. And even though El protests, she gives in at the luxurious smell lofting from the bakery.
They are all sitting around talking like old friends when Max bumps into El’s shoulder. “Will, wait until you see the bikini El bought” she teases. “Max!” El but whines as she looks at the girl incredulously.
But Will only laughs as he swallows his smoothie, “Oh, I’m sure Mike’s jaw will drop when he sees her in it”.
El huffs, “What’s up with everyone’s fascination with what’s going on between us?” El can’t help but finally ask.
Will sighs, “Because our dear friend Mike has never been this openly affection with the opposite sex and it’s really fun and sweet to see”.
“I know Mike has never been with anyone, but why does that matter to you guys?” El questions as she takes a bite of her sweet pastry.
Max shrugs, “It’s just like Will said, even in school Mike never showed interest in wanting to be in a relationship with a girl”.
“Yeah, like you could tell he had crushes, and girls asked him out, but he never acted the way he does around you” Will shrugs.
“So, you guys think it’s interesting that he’s taking an interest in me?” she asks and they both nod.
“There’s something there between you two, it’s kind of weird in a way how quickly you two connected, how we all connected actually” Max admits.
“Mhm, it’s like we are all meant to meet, and you and Mike were just meant to be together” Will says as if it were the easiest thing to say in the world.
El, however, nearly chokes on her shake, “Excuse me, what?” she can’t help but nervously grin.
Will huffs in annoyance, “Don’t play stupid El, we know you want to be with him”.
El shakes her head, “It’s not like that” she says as she brushes a stray hair behind her ear.
“Then what is it?” Max leans in and Will copies her movements. El eyes them precariously and she finally breaks, “We almost kissed last night” she whispers and both Max and Will screech so loudly that now every head in the small bakery has their heads turned towards them.
“NO WAY! That’s impossible, who initiated it!?” Max all but leans as close as she can towards El for more information.
“It was kind of mutual” El shrugs and Will sighs dramatically, “And let me guess, Mike stopped it?” El’s eyes flick to his light hazel eyes, and it’s all it takes to confirm it, he groans in protest.
“That boy is going to be the end of me” he growls rubbing his forehead in frustration.
El can only chuckle lightly, “It’s like he said, he’s scared and he doesn’t want to mess anything up” she shrugs.
“That’s so Mike he’s so afraid of starting that he doesn’t even give it a chance” Max growls.
“But, I understand too,” El explains as the other two eye her warily. “He doesn’t want to be like his parents, and I get that, '' she shrugs. And at this Max let’s out another low groan, “It always comes back to his parents, he needs to let that go. Besides, I get that he’s looking for ‘the one’ but what he forgets is that Anima’s don’t change immediately when you meet your soulmate” Max shrugs as she takes another sip of her drink.
“They don’t?” The question slips past El’s lips before she can stop it.
Max nods, “Oh yeah. I moved here at the end of middle school and became friends with the nerds here” she says gesturing to Will, “So, I’ve known Lucas for a long time”.
“So, when did your Anima’s change?” El can’t help but ask.
Max shrugged, “Well, Lucas and I dated on and off for years and we even saw other people” she admits, “But, then one day, everything just seemed to click, and then Nam and Zelda both changed one day, and that’s how we knew”.
It all seemed so simple to El, and she had always wondered how soulmates finally found one another. Because it was always in the back of her mind how the wonders of their Anima’s worked. But, there was a slight relief to El, for it was something she had always believed, that if you met your soulmate, your Anima’s would change instantly, but Max’s explanation disregarded that belief and now El couldn’t help but continue to wonder; how do you know who your soulmate is?
The question lingers on El’s mind for the entirety of the walk back to Mike’s apartment where she half listens to the conversation between Max and Will. And before she knows it, they’re walking up to his door.
Max knocks and a half a second later the door is yanked open a very worried Mike looking at all three of them, “That was more than a ‘few hours’, Max” Mike fixes the girl with a steely glare.
Max waves him off, “You’re girl is fine, safe and sound and returns with a plethora of clothing may I add” she states as she holds up the bags in her hand.
Mike huffs as he allows Will and El to enter into his apartment, they all wander into El’s room where they deposit the bags and head back out to the main entrance.
Max turns to Mike and hands him back his credit card, “This got some fun use today” she smirks and Mike only rolls his eyes as he takes it back, “I’m sure it did, as long as El is taken care of that’s all that matters”.
He says it so nonchalantly it takes El by surprise, that he really did want El to spoil herself today and he wanted to make sure she was taken care of. Her heart warms.
“Well El” Max says as she moves towards her and gives her a quick hug, “That was fun, we will have to do it again sometime” she says and Will follows and gives El a tight hug as well. “Thank you both for coming with me today, it was great” she gives them each a warm smile, in which they return.
“Keep us posted Wheeler, we’ll have to start planning out our trip” Max points in his direction as she and Will head out the door. He salutes to her, “Thanks you guys, see you later”.
“Night!” Both Will and Max wave them off and Mike shuts the door behind him, heaving a heavy sigh and turning to El.
“Did you have a nice time?” he asks curiously. And before she answers she rushes to him quickly and wraps him in the tightest hug she can manage.
“Woah, are you okay?” Mike asks worriedly as he returns the hug.
El pulls away slightly and looks up to Mike and his dark brown eyes, she can barely contain the tears that threaten to fall, “Thank you, so much for today, no one has ever done anything like that for me before. You have no idea how much it meant to me”.
Mike gives her a warm smile, “El, you deserved that and, I really wanted to treat you, I’m glad you had a good time”.
El then places her head against Mike’s chest, not wanting to leave his embrace, “It was perfect” she whispered as Mike continued to hold her as she listened to the steady beat of his racing heart.
Notes:
Phew! Can you believe I typed this up in a matter of 2 days because I finally had the time to do so!? Yeah, I can’t either, but I got in a super long chapter, and I hope you all enjoyed it. Next chapter they will be heading off to Hawkins where it all starts! So keep tuned!
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Chapter 14: Balcony Talk
Notes:
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The warm feeling is still present in her chest as she bids Mike a goodnight after they finish their dinner together. He had gone shopping while she was out and had a delicious chicken with vegetables waiting for the both of them when she returned home.
She was able to share with Mike the excitement and joy she had been able to experience on her outing with Max and Will, and El couldn’t ignore the bright smile and the gleam that shone within Mike’s eyes as she went on and on. It felt, once again, so domestic to her and she locked away that feeling deep within herself.
When she yawned for the upteenth time, Mike had finally suggested that they turn in for the night and El agreed, wanting to put her new clothes away, which she found herself thanking Mike for, again. He of course waved her off, the smile on his face never once faltering as she bid him goodnight.
As she walked into her room, her eyes fell upon the bags spilling out with clothes, and she sighed heavily.
“Too many to put away?” Veda jokes from her perch on the bed.
El lets out a huff of air, “No, it’s just a weird feeling is all” she admits as she moves to the first bag and begins to pull out the shirts she had picked out. She begins to pluck the price tags and size stickers off of her new clothing, as she folds them neatly and tucks them away into her borrowed dresser.
“Hmm, I was surprised you went with other colors other than black and grey” Veda teases from her bed.
El gives her a cautious look, “I don’t know, I just thought it would be nice...is all '' she sags her shoulders as she stops momentarily, holding onto the pink flannel Will had first picked out. El holds it out in front of her, the material is quite thin, making it easily transparent.
As she stares at the material before her, it somehow mocks her.
“What are you doing?” her inner voice asks. El grips the material tighter.
“You’re flouncing around with people you barely know, you’re shopping for new clothing, when your sister is in danger?!” The voice grows louder. El feels her face contort in grief. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.
“What am I doing?” El growls to herself as she angrily piles the flannel into her lap, tears starting to prick at the corner of her eyes.
“El, are you okay?” Veda asks as she hops down from the bed and comes to her side.
El lets the angry tears trickle down her face as she turns towards her Anima, “Veda, what am I doing?” she asks again, sniffling.
Veda’s face falls, her amber eyes searching El’s, “I don’t know what you mean?”
El holds up the flannel angrily, “This!” she shakes the material in front of the foxes face, who backs away slightly from the intrusiveness. “I’m sitting in a cozy little apartment, being fed, creating friendships, going shopping!” El barks out a nervous laugh.
She shakes her head, “And Kali’s out there, being held captive by Brenner and I’m...I’m doing nothing” she hangs her head low.
Veda nudges El lightly, “El, there’s not much you can do at this moment”.
El looks at her quickly, “Yes there is!” she bites back.
Veda gives her a sympathetic smile, “And what is that?”
She shakes her head, her mouth opening and closing, “I...I could…” but her voice fails her, “What can I do?” her inner voice reasons.
El feels the cool press of Veda’s nose against her bare skin. She casts her watery eyes downwards, and Veda meets her gaze as she does so. “El, you are doing what you can, what did you expect to happen? Walk all the way to Indiana? By ourselves?”
El sighs heavily at her Anima’s words. “For some reason, literally running into Mike was the best thing that could have happened for us. Now, we have a way to Indiana, to Kali” Veda reasons.
However, El can’t help but continue to feel the guilt that swirls inside her. “And, I know you feel guilty about everything that’s going on” Veda gives El a stern look, and El can’t help but give the fox a half smile.
“Kali was kidnapped when she was eight, she had a life before the lab, you, El, were born there, and was kept there for fifteen years. You deserve to enjoy what you can, and Kali will have that too once we rescue her” Veda voices heavily.
El wipes at her tear stained face and nods solemnly, “Thanks Veda” she whispers and the fox grins, “Anytime”. And with a flick of her thick, furry tail, Veda returns to the bed and watches as El picks up the crumpled flannel before her. El gives it a tentative smile, and folds it gently as she resumes her folding process. Letting today’s joyous mood fill her once again.
The darkness surrounds her as the familiar chill fills her bones.
She slowly opens her eyes, her breath catching in her throat as she awakens to the familiar atmosphere of the void. Her body begins to shake as she takes a step backwards, her bare feet coming into contact with the shallow water that decorates the eternal darkness.
“No, no” she breathes out, her breath swirling into the air.
“Veda?” she calls out into the darkness, “Mike!?” she calls out a bit more frantically.
“So, you’ve returned”, the cool voice causes a shiver to go down her spine.
She closes her eyes slowly and swallows heavily as she haphazardly turns towards the voice that fills her with dread.
When she opens her eyes, everything seems to freeze as he stands there, just as intimidating and frightening as he always has. And with him, he holds what seems to be an unconscious Kali.
El gasps and takes a step forward, but Brenner moves backwards. A chilling smile gracing his features as he shakes his head slowly, “Ah, ah, Eleven”.
El frowns, gritting her teeth, “What do you want, how are you even here?” she gestures to the space around her.
Brenner laughs heavily, “So many questions, not enough time” he tilts his head, his dark eyes gleaming. “You know what I want, Eleven, it would be easier if you just gave yourself up” he taunts.
El shakes her head, “I’ll never let you know where I am” she takes another step forward, stealing her eyes with his.
Brenner laughs slowly as he pulls Kali’s lolling head up, “Oh, but you will if you want to see your sister again” he grins manically.
El’s eyes widen, and at his words a fury rises within her, so she surges forward, screaming in rage as she begins to run towards Brenner, she reaches for Kali, and with another steely laugh, just as she reaches the two, they disappear into a mist.
She stumbles into the water beneath her, fear rising within her. “Kali, Kali!!!” El screams into the eternal abyss.
El gasps as she pushes herself upwards in her bed, heart racing, sweat sticking to her forehead, as she desperately tries to catch her breath.
“El! Are you okay!?” Veda’s voice brings El’s attention to her surroundings. She looks frantically at her Anima. When she doesn’t respond Veda speaks louder, “El, answer me!” The fox looks over her with worry.
And then reality sets in on El as every emotion washes over her. She begins to cry, gasping out in sadness.
“El, please” Veda’s desperate voice tries to reach her, but El tucks herself into her body that wracks with each gasp.
“Veda...I...I don’t know...what to do” her breath comes out ragged.
Panic. It’s the first feeling that overwhelms her. She closes her eyes tightly as she tries to practice her deep breathing. “I wish Mike were here” is her first immediate thought. Since he had occupied her bed the last two nights she had felt safe, secure, “I have to go to Mike” the words are out of her mouth before she can even think, and her body moves on autopilot.
“El, where are you-” Veda tries to voice as she watches El throw off her blanket and head to the bedroom door. “Mike” is the only word out of her mouth as she heads out of the room, the fox trailing behind her.
He’s having a fairly decent dream as he falls between the veil of sleep and awakeness. His awareness is trapped in the realm of just starting to dream, to drift off into the sweet abyss that is calling his exhausted mind. But, as if he has one eye open, he can still feel the world around him.
That’s why when he hears a small, timid voice calling his name, it doesn’t cause him long to stir.
“Mike?” the voice calls out, and immediately Mike springs from his covers. His eyes search the darkness that surrounds him and he’s slightly startled when his tired eyes settle on a person who is standing in his bedroom doorway.
His grogginess causes his mind to take a moment to figure out what’s going on, but then the squeak of the door as it’s pushed open further jostle’s his mind into awareness.
“El?” his voice is a bit deeper than usual, he notices. But, it doesn’t take him long to focus on the girl that stands in his doorway, she hasn’t moved, but then there’s a slight whimper, and he’s on his feet before his brain can register what he’s doing.
He’s to her in four quick steps, “El, what’s-” he starts, but is quited the moment he reaches her and her arms are around his bare torso in an instant. Her head rests firmly against his chest, his chin coming to rest on her chestnut brown hair. Her arms squeeze him tightly, as if a child were to hug a parent during a thunderstorm.
His arms move automatically to hold her close as she begins to cry into him. He moves his hands up and down her back in what he hopes is a sympathetic gesture.
“El, hey, what’s going on?” He keeps his voice low and gentle. But she just continues to cry onto his bare chest, the warm tears he can feel sliding down his stomach and catching on his pair of sleep pants.
“She had another nightmare”, Mike moves his head slightly to look down at the fox who is sitting close to El’s legs, her eyes full of worry as they look up at him.
“Is..is she okay?” he asks the fox who gives him another sad look, Veda’s eyes flickering between his and El’s faces.
Mike sighs and decides to try to slowly pull away from El’s vice grip, “El” he tries gently to pull away just enough for him to see her face but El refuses to move, her arms firmly locked around him.
He lets out a slow huff of air, deciding that he will just continue to hold her until she is ready. So, he stands there with El in his arms, whispering what he hopes is soothing words as she continues to sob into his chest.
Mike isn’t quite sure about time right now. It seems like he stands there for hours holding onto the broken girl, but in reality it’s been about fifteen minutes, but he doesn’t care in the slightest, just silently hoping that El will surface soon.
As if she read his mind, he notices that her sobs have started to decline, and now she is merely sniffling into his chest. He can feel the warmth of her breath as it tickles his chest, the moisture of her tears now somewhat cool as she breathes out. He silently hopes that she’s not weirded out by the fact he had chosen tonight of all night’s to not sleep with a shirt on.
And after a few more moments, El finally lets out a shaky breath and pulls away from him slowly. Mike watches with bated breath as El sniffles again, her head still down, as she takes in deep, shuddering breaths. He can see in the barest of light that streams in from his window that her hair has stuck to his chest as she pulls away, he moves as timidly as possible, raising his right hand and gently pulls the hair away, tucking it back behind her ears.
When he removes his hand, he places it back where it rested against the curve of her hip. And then she finally looks up at him.
‘She looks exhausted’, is the first thought that filters through his mind. She lets out a long breath, “Hi” is all she manages to squeak out her voice cracking from the mucus that has built in her throat, a small trying laugh catches.
Mike sighs in relief, “Hey”, he starts, his eyes searching her face desperately. A stray tear travels down her face, and he can’t resist raising his hand once again, catching the tear with his knuckle and wiping it away smoothly. Their eyes hold one another in a moment that seems to stop time entirely. Mike opens his hand and cups El’s small face, her eyes slip close as she leans into the contact.
“Are you okay?” he can’t help but ask after a few moments.
El’s eyes open, and eventually flick up to his. She opens her mouth to speak, her mouth moves but no words fall from her lips. Mike watches in sorrow as she shakes her head, eyes closing tightly once again.
Mike hums, “It’s okay El, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, here-” he says, moving to take a hold of her arms at the base of her elbow as he guides them to sit down on the edge of his bed. She follows blindly, sitting as close as possible to him as she can muster, her shaky hand holds on desperately to his. Mike reaches over to his nightstand and flicks on his dim bedlight, allowing a golden glow to envelop them.
He waits her out. Seeing that she is trying to take long, slow, deep breaths, which he assumes is her way of calming herself down.
Veda has come to sit up on the bed beside El, he catches the foxes eyes, and she gives him a gentle smile.
“I had another nightmare...about Brenner” El’s raspy voice finally breaks the silence. Mike feels his body tighten at her words.
He waits a beat before answering, “What...what happened, in the dream?” he questions slowly.
El swallows slowly, “He...he’s looking for me” her tiny voice is etched with a sadness that causes a shiver to go up Mike’s spine. Unconsciously he grips El’s hand tighter.
“And...he’s torturing Kali, I...I just feel so helpless!” El bends her body forward, hiding her face into her hands as she lets out another torturous sob that makes his heart break in two. He scoots closer to her on the bed wrapping a protective arm around her, while Veda comes to her side.
“El” Veda soothes softly as Mike squeezes her tightly. “We’re right here El, what do you need?” Mike asks.
El lets out a shuddering laugh, as she pulls herself up and faces him, her eyes tired and puffy, while her face is contorted in, confusion, anger, sadness? Mike can’t really place a description.
“What I need is something I can’t do” she shakes her head helplessly. “I want to rescue my sister” she sniffles, and runs a hand under her running nose, “But, all I’m doing is sitting here, being fed, going shopping!” she gestures outwardly.
“We talked about this El, we-” Veda starts, but El cuts her off swiftly, “No!” she barks at her Anima who’s ears turn downwards and moves back cautiously from El. “No” El shakes her head again, “I have to do something” she pleads and to no one in particular, but the way she says it, Mike can only assume where she is coming from.
‘She feels defeated, and worthless’ travels through Mike’s mind as he tries to even imagine the pain El must be feeling right now.
“El?” Mike tries, and hesitantly the girl turns towards him, her lovely brown eyes now reddened by her tears, but now glistening even more so, causing him to take in a breath at her beauty. He lets out a breath, “You know that you’re doing everything you can to help...right?” he questions cautiously, and El lets out a barking laugh.
“Anything I can do to help? What’s that even supposed to mean?”
Mike shrugs, “I just mean. What can you do? We will be leaving for Hawkins in about ten days, we will be there to help Kali the moment we get there”.
“Ten days though! That means ten days of torture, or whatever that maniac has planned!” El growls.
“But, that’s ten days to have a plan, ten days to know exactly what we’re doing. We won’t be going in blind and-” he stops unsure of his next words. El stares at him and raises an eyebrow at him, “And...what?” she asks.
Mike takes a deep breath before he continues, “And...we will make sure you don’t get hurt either, that you won’t be taken by this guy again”.
Mike watches as El’s expression of annoyance melts away, and a look of surprises replaces it. “You...you mean that?”
He nods earnestly, “Of course El, we don’t want anything bad to happen to you, I, uh I mean we all really care about you and…” he sighs again, looking straight into her eyes, “I couldn’t imagine if something were to happen to you”.
El’s eyes begin to tear once again, and Mike’s worried that he’s upset her, but then she launches herself into his arms, almost knocking him back into his bed. He’s taken by surprise, but as he rights himself, he melts into her embrace. “What did I ever do to deserve this...to deserve you” she whispers into his neck.
Mike feels his cheeks warming at her words, but he smiles nonetheless, “Everything you’ve been through El, you deserve everything your heart desires”. El laughs lightly into his chest, as she pulls away slightly, their eyes meeting once again. “I think if you weren’t doing anything to help Kali and just pretend none of this happened, then I would consider you a bad sister” and at this El gives him a light slap on his arm, which causes him to laugh. “But you are El, and just because you're safe, and have new friends doesn’t mean you’re supposed to just mope around until everything is okay” he tries to reason with her.
“That’s what I tried to tell her” Veda voices from the end of the bed where El gives her a look.
“And you’re right,” Mike says, causing El to look back at him with a curious look. “Don’t worry about all the bad things, but...all the good things that will come out of this. And sometimes we just have to ride the hard waves to get to where we need to”.
El nods slowly to his words letting out a long breath. “I know, it’s...just hard,” she shrugs.
Mike hums, “Of course it is, and I don’t expect to understand everything that you’re feeling, that you’re going through right now. But, don’t lose sight of today, of what’s going on now because then you’ll miss the things that are right in front of you”.
When he finishes speaking he notices El’s face redden, which causes him to furrowed his brows in confusion, but then El smiles, “Thank you Mike, I needed to hear that...again” she laughs. He nods, “Anytime”.
And with that they sit there for a moment until a yawn escapes Mike’s mouth which he tries to cover. El laughs nervously, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep us up this late”. Mike shakes his head, “No, no, sorry I’m tired but if you still need to talk-?”
El shrugs, not meeting his eyes as she picks nervously at his comforter, he can tell that there’s something she wants to ask, but she’s holding back.
So, Mike reaches out a gentle hand and places it on her moving one. She looks up at him, “You can talk to me you know”, he smiles broadley at her.
El nods before speaking slowly, “Do you...can I…” she struggles with her words before spewing out, “CanIstaywithyouagaintonight!?”
Mike blinks as he tries to process her hurried words, “You...you want to sleep in my bed?”
El sheepishly nods, “You seem to keep the nightmares away” she whispers, and that’s all it takes for Mike to take her hand in his as he pulls her towards the top of his bed. He almost laughs at her comically wide eyes.
“Come on, it’s not like we haven’t done this before” he jokes as he holds the bedsheet open for her. She looks at the comforter and then him and with a tilted smile she crawls towards the opening and tucks herself under the blanket. Mike moves to follow, but then realizes that he’s been shirtless this whole time. He moves to shimmy off the bed to get a shirt when El’s hand grabs him.
He turns to look at her, “Where are you going?” she asks, a tint of worry at the edge of her voice.
He shrugs, “Uh, just going to get a shirt”.
Mike goes to move again but El’s hand holds him firm, he looks at her again, and in the glow of the lamplight he can see her face reddening again, “Uhm...that’s okay” she starts and then rushes her words again, “I mean this is your bed and if your more comfortable sleeping without a shirt, I don’t mind, I mean-” and before she can finish Mike lets out a nervous laugh and moves back towards her.
He watches as she freezes slightly as he climbs into bed beside her, pulling the sheets up towards him. “I mean, as long as you're okay with it” he gives her another look. He honestly can’t believe that this beautiful woman is one: laying in his bed and two: pretty much telling him it’s okay to sleep shirtless. And he’s wondering if it’s because she might find him attractive or something which is subconsciously boosting his ego by the millisecond.
And as this silently goes on through his head, he totally misses El nodding to his last words as she moves in closely to Mike who is laying against his headboard as El casts her right arm out to wrap around his waist, her head coming to lay gently against his chest. Mike’s breath catches in his throat.
“Is this okay?” She asks in such a small voice it takes Mike longer to answer than he intended, but when he brings himself back into reality, he can only grin as he wraps his arm around her, squeezing her tightly to him as he relaxes back into his bed.
“Yeah, it’s perfect” he whispers, as he reaches out to turn off the light as they both drift into sleep.
Once again, she feels herself being pulled from a restful sleep, a phenomenon that happened on an extremely rare occurrence. But, for some reason the cause of the restful sleep seemed to come from the boy who she rested against.
Her eyes slowly blinked in the daylight that streamed in from the endless windows in Mike’s room. She shifted ever so slightly, pulling herself upwards. Mike was still passed out, his mouth wide open, a thin line of drool trailing from the corner of his mouth while his long limbs stretched out in every direction. That is, except for his right arm, which was still securely wrapped around El’s waist. This act and Mike’s interesting sleeping position easily pulled a smile onto her face.
She really didn’t want to pull away from his warm embrace, but the call of nature is what originally caused her to awaken from her restful slumber. So, with a sigh, El slowly maneuvers herself out of Mike’s grasp, guiding his arm to a pillow to rest on, and makes her way to the bathroom.
As she finishes in the bathroom, El pulls open the bathroom door and looks out the marvelous windows that Mike is lucky to have in his room. And then she realizes that one window is not just a window, but a sliding door. Which led to a small balcony, how she hadn’t noticed it before befuddled her, but the rising sun and the clear blue sky called out her name.
El casts her eyes to Mike’s closet and as quietly as she can she pulls open the door. It doesn’t take El long to find Mike’s sweatshirt collection. She can’t help but paw through his collection, and she smiles when she finds one that catches her eye. Tugging it gently from the hanger El pulls the material over her small frame.
The sweatshirt falls past her waist, her new sleep shorts just barely poking out from underneath, and the sleeves swallow her hands whole. But, as she takes a deep breath in she is immediately bombarded with Mike’s scent and she feels herself melting even deeper into the material.
She casts another look at Mike, and a smile tugs at her lips once again as she admires the handsome man before her. Last night when she barreled into him she hadn’t noticed he wasn’t wearing a shirt. But, when she pulled away and saw that he was bare chested, it definitely caused a whole plethora of emotions to swirl inside her.
So, when she had asked, once again, to stay the night with him, she couldn’t help but ask him to stay that way. She had found immense comfort in the warmth he held against his bare skin. It was comforting to her in more ways than one.
El made her way quietly to the balcony and opened the doors slowly. A refreshing air swept around her as she stepped outside and breathed in the city air. Was it completely free of air pollutants? No, but it was crisp, and fresh, and more palatable than being stuck in the lowest level of the city where the smog and city smells lingered.
El could smell the start of the warm summer air begin to creep into what was the cooler spring air. The days were becoming warmer each day, and she couldn’t wait for the sun to warm her through.
As she stepped closer to the balcony railing, she placed a hand out on the cool metal. The wind rustled her hair, causing her to tuck it behind her ear. She took a moment to lean against the balcony’s railing and take in the cityscape, a moment where she could just be alone.
Just as El drifted off into her own thoughts a sound behind her made her turn her head. Her eyes caught Mike shifting in bed, his long legs just missing Veda, who remained curled up at the end of the bed. Mike finally readjusting so that his face was turned towards her, his eyes still closed, the man still fast asleep.
As El stared at the man, she couldn’t quite put her finger on the reason why she had found so much comfort in someone who was just barely a friend. But, there was even more to that friendship, they were best friends, as Mike had put it. ‘Maybe something more’ her heart whispered dangerously. However, she shook that thought away quickly. The affection that Mike had shared with her was more than anyone had ever given her in her life, even more than Kali. And she knew that Mike was nervous for any kind of intimate relationship, and she didn’t want to push that on him, let alone scare him away. And for some reason, when she slept beside him, curled up in his embrace, she felt every worry, every fear melt away.
For now, she would let him guide whatever happened between them, and with that, she felt okay with.
She turned her attention back out to the city as she watched the sun rise higher and higher into the sky. El had no idea how long she stood there with the breeze and the warm sun, her only companions at this moment.
“Pretty cool isn’t it?”
El startles so quickly that she’s pretty sure she tasted her heart in her mouth. She turns with a hand held closely to her heart to the owner of the voice. Mike stands with a crooked grin on his face as he approaches her.
She gives his arm a quick slap, “Geez, don’t you know not to sneak on someone like that!?” She berates him as he laughs and moves to stand beside her.
He holds up his hands in mock defense, “Sorry, sorry, didn’t know you were in such deep thought that I’d scare you half to death. By the way, when did hitting become a part of your repertoire anyways?” he teases.
El rolls her eyes at him, “When you start scaring me and saying stupid things, that’s when the hitting starts” she teases.
Mike laughs at this as he moves to lean against the railings, El moving to mimic his pose.
“How long have you been up?” Mike breaks the silence.
El shrugs at his question, “Awhile I guess”.
“Did you sleep okay?” Mike turns to face her, and she sees concern written on his face.
“Oh, yeah, really good!” She reassures him with a bright smile and she sees that relief washes over him. She blushes at her next words, “For some reason I sleep the best next to you”.
She watches in awe as his face lights up in a bright blush as well, “Don’t know why, I feel like with these gangly limbs I can’t be too comfortable to sleep on”.
El giggles as Mike wiggles his long arms. Covering her laugh with the sleeve of his long sweatshirt.
She watches as Mike’s eyes widen and a smirk grows on his face, “Hey, is that my sweatshirt?” He points to the said article of clothing.
El moves her arms to pull at the hem of the old sweatshirt, she could tell when she pulled it out of Mike’s closet that it had been well loved and worn. The once black material was tinged almost a dark grey, and the material was looser than a newer sweatshirt. But that’s not what El cared about, instead what caught her eye was the emblem which was one of her favorite bands, The Police, Synchronicity, album cover that decorated the front.
“Oh! I’m sorry I shouldn’t have been rifling through your stuff” El says shaking her head as she begins to ramble, “I saw that you had a balcony and didn’t want to go out with just my pajamas on, and I saw your closet and-” but her rambling is cut short by Mike bursting out laughing.
El cocks her head at the man, “Why are you laughing?”
Mike wipes a stray tear from his eye, “El, you ramble just as badly as I do” he states it so openly that it causes El to freeze slightly as she can begin to feel her blush return once again. She sighs heavily, “Sorry, I don’t do it that often, mostly when I’m-”,
“Nervous?” Mike offers. And El lifts her head to meet Mike’s sincere eyes and she softens, allowing the embarrassment to fade, “Yeah, and...you seem to do that to me” she admits.
And she’d be lying if she didn’t love the way Mike’s eyes widened at her words. Almost as if it were something he’d never experienced before. Wasn’t it just the other night she had told him that she kind of liked him? She smiles at her thoughts.
He takes a step closer to her, the wind wiping their wild bed head hair around them. He gives her a tentative smile, “You don’t have to apologize for taking my sweatshirt by the way, it looks good on you” he nods at the clothing.
El grins, “It’s one of my favorites. Kali always gave me shit for liking the ‘popular’ bands, but there’s something about The Police that I really like” she shrugs. And at this Mike nods eagerly, “Totally, and I mean they were one of the hits of the eighties. My sister went to one of their concerts years ago, she snagged me this as a souvenir. I don’t wear that often anymore, I hold onto it for sentimental reasons”.
El groans outwardly, she begins to pull at the sweatshirt to take it off, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t-” but Mike’s hand shoots out to stop her and then El realizes how close they are.
Mike has to stoop quite a bit to get down to her height, but when he looks at her, she’s sure the world just melts away around them.
Mike takes her hand and pulls it away from the hem of the sweatshirt and grips her hand firmly, but gently, “El, please don’t worry, it’s not like it gets worn often, besides...it...looks really good on you” his voice is sincere, and El softens, for some reason she takes another step closer.
There’s about three inches between their faces, their eyes searching once again. It takes every bit of willpower El has in this moment to not give in and kiss him right then and there. But, she remembers what Mike had told her that drunken night, ‘I’m afraid’, whispers through her mind. And she respects that, respects him in more ways than not, and she knows that if she hopes to have anything with this amazing man, then she needs to be patient. Which she finds she is more than willing to do.
So, she gives him a soft smile and squeezes his hand tightly, to reassure him that she understands that she is still there. But, when Mike begins to move his head closer to hers, El freezes. Especially when he kisses her.
Mike had awoken steadily from his restful sleep. The sun of the day no longer ignorable as it cascaded over his closed eyelids. A breeze causes him to shiver and then he shifts. His hand reaches out for the body that was next to him last night, but he startles when he feels that she’s not there.
He’s very much awake now as he springs from his bed as he did last night, his voice about to call out when he looks up to see the doorway to his balcony is open, and there, glowing in the morning sunlight is El.
Mike can’t help but let out a reassuring breath as he sees the beautiful women standing there. He can tell that she’s deep in thought as her head scans the horizon in a slow, steady sweep. He doesn’t want to feel like a creep, but he can’t help but admire everything about El.
The way her chestnut brown hair dances in the wind, the way she leans against the banister with her hip cocked to the side and one leg crossed over the back of the other. It’s a sight Mike sears into his brain because it’s a moment he never wants to forget. But, again to avoid being a creep, Mike allows himself one last look before he moves to his closet to retrieve a random shirt and throws it over his head as he makes his way out to the balcony.
He doesn’t mean to startle her when he announces his presence, he hadn’t realized how lost in thought she had been in. But, he can’t help but laugh at her reaction.
He always finds himself surprised as to how easily a conversation can flow between them. And he’s even more startled by how much they have in common, from the love of music to the rambling when being nervous. Mike’s pretty sure he feels his stomach erupt with butterflies when she says, ‘You make me nervous’.
Mike then finds himself wondering why he’s holding himself back from this amazing woman. Why he’s allowing his fear, his parents' experience dictate his feelings about El. He knows that they’re there, plain and simple. He can’t deny it.
And he knows she feels the same. Hell, she had practically admitted it to him over their drunken stupor the other night. Now, they were both sober, fresh from a good night's sleep, everything about this moment screams at him, ‘Make a damn move!’
Then, it’s those exact words that throw him back to yesterday when the girls and Will had left to go shopping. He thought he would have enough time to do his own grocery shopping while they were gone, but of course, that thought seemed to need to wait as he was just about to head out the door and was greeted by none other than Dustin smiling widely at him.
Mike openly rolled his eyes at his friend as he pushed him out of his way, “Dustin, I thought I just got rid of you” he teases one of his oldest friends as he locks his apartment door behind him.
“I’m not that easy to get rid of” Dustin counters back as he begins to follow Mike towards the elevator, “Where are you going? Trailing after the girls and Will to make sure they’re alright?” he teases.
Mike huffs, “No, I need to go do some of my own grocery shopping if you must know. What are you doing back here anyways?” he finishes as he pushes the button to the elevator.
Dustin stands beside him, “I came over to go over some of the final toy designs before we have to go into work, but I guess that will have to wait” he shrugs.
“Should have called, or just stayed and waited till everyone left” Mike notes as they continue to wait for the elevator to arrive.
“Well, I kind of was waiting for everyone to leave, but didn’t want you to feel awkward” Dustin comments and Mike shoots him a look.
“Why?” Mike asks suspiciously.
Dustin shuffles a bit before he speaks, “Well, I guess I didn’t just want to talk to you about the toy design”.
Mike lets out a hearty laugh, “Oh, you don’t say?”
Now it’s Dustin’s turn to roll his eyes, “Dude, come on, there’s something going on between you and El, I mean, you two slept together” he stresses, and just then the elevator dings, and both Mike and Dustin enter.
“Yeah, slept together as in, nothing happened” Mike states firmly as he presses the bottom floor button a bit more roughly then he had intended.
“But, that’s not a normal thing ‘friends’ do” Dustin gesturing with hand quotes, “Especially when you just met this girl not even a week ago!”
Mike shakes his head, “Dustin, whatever is going on between me and El is just that, it’s between me and El” he stresses.
“Mike, come on. You know how you are with girls, you don’t let them get close enough to know you, and if you’re not careful you’re going to let another one walk right out the door” Dustin’s voice has become deeper, more serious. Mike casts his old friend a look.
“El’s different, we can all see it, Mike. The way you look at her, the way she looks at you” Dustin eyes Mike for a reaction, but he refuses to give one.
“Mike, you like her, and I think you’re afraid of that” Dustin sighs.
Mike shakes his head, “I’m not afraid” he counters and this causes Dustin to laugh, “Uh, yeah you are, and let me tell you this” as Dustin holds up a stearn finger to Mike’s face.
“If you don’t show her that you like her, even just the smallest bit, after all of this is over, she’s going to be gone” and then Dustin snaps his fingers loudly in front of Mike’s face, “Just like that”.
Mike stands there as he searches his friend's face, but then the elevator dings, signaling them that they’ve arrived at the bottom floor, they both step out, Mike a bit more light headed than before.
Dustin continues to walk ahead, Mike slowly trailing behind as they reach the exit to Mike’s apartment complex. When they walk outside Dustin stops and turns back to Mike.
His curly haired friend flashes him a sincere smile, “Dude, just one last piece of advice?” and at this Mike rolls his eyes but gestures for Dustin to continue, “Make a damn move!” he chuckles. “Let her know that you’re into her too, just so that she knows she’s not in this alone”, and with a final wave Dustin leaves Mike there to stew in his own swirling thoughts.
Now, Mike finds himself incredibly close to the girl his heart won’t stop fluttering about. The girl who has completely changed his life upside down. And she’s staring up at him with those adoring amber eyes. He knows what she wants, she’s made it very clear, but has he? Mike questions himself.
Yes, he’s opened his home, hell even his bed, but does she know how she makes his heart race uncontrollably every time they’re together, or the way that she smiles at him makes him want to do anything possible to never see it leave her face?
‘No’, his brain echoes, he hasn’t. He can see that she’s holding back, especially when she gives his hand a tight, reassuring squeeze, she’s put all of the stones in his corner, it’s his choice. So, with all the courage he can muster, he moves closer to her, and he sees her face light up in surprise as he leans in closer to her. He moves his left hand up and cups her face gently as he places a delicate kiss on her cheek, right at the corner of her mouth.
No, it’s not an actual kiss like he so desperately wants to do, but he’s not there, not yet. But, as he feels his lips on her gentle skin, just barely grazing the corner of her mouth, the electricity between them is unmistakable. And with that surge, he feels the confidence surge through him.
He lingers just a bit before he pulls away, as slowly as possible. His eyes catch El’s, which are heavily lidded. A winning smile pulls at her lips, as a blush decorates her delicate cheeks. And he can’t help but copy her, as he stands back up. A beautiful silence falls between them as they turn back to look at the cityscape, their hands intertwined together as something new grows between them.
Notes:
Okay, finally got that chapter done, and I’m so sorry it took forever. I thought working from home would mean more time to work on my stories, but guess what, I’m even busier than before! And then I’m seeing clients virtually which means I’m in front of a computer screen all day, including having to do notes so the inspiration to write dwindles when I know I have to pull out my other computer to write.
And I know, another kiss tease, but I know exactly where I want their first kiss to be. Truthfully, it was going to be here, but something even better came to my mind as I wrote this because my gut was like, ‘It’s not here’. Also, anyone have any ideas as to why El sleeps so soundly next to Mike, hmmm.
Anyways, thank you all again for the fantastic reviews, I truly appreciate hearing from you all who do because knowing that you are enjoying this story really makes the writing worthwhile. And sometimes it gives me the push I need to sit down and get it done.
I’m also currently working on a chapter for WHFIL, so hopefully that will be up soon :)
As always PLEASE REVIEW this chapter and let me know what you think!
Chapter 15: AUTHOR'S NOTE NOT AN UPDATE
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Hello my wonderful readers!
I know you are probably disappointed this is not a chapter update, and I can't believe it's been 8 months since I've updated. Honestly, life has just been crazy chaotic as I'm sure it has been with everyone. In April my work went full time virtual, and being a counselor that can be very demanding, and so much changed in my work field that I spend most of the day on the computer and notes have become more extensive, so writing almost became a chore to me. I will be honest I have been puttering away at the next chapter, and I really don't like it. I've come and gone from it many times, and I just think it's from lack of motivation and also I've just been extremely busy.
Also, we decided to add onto our house, so we have been in construction mode for 7 months, on top of this I'm also currently 7 months pregnant, and in the beginning I was very sick and nauseas. Just life has been incredibly hectic and my writing free time is basically zero. This story still sits in my mind, I'm just not sure when I will have time to continue it. And with a new baby on the way I know my time will be involved with loving and caring for him, and this is our first baby so we are very excited for this new chapter.
So, I think for right now, I need to continue to put this story on hold. I barely have two seconds to read other people's fantastic stories on here as well, which has been a bummer. I hope that when I have time and fresh material (Season 4!) I might be more apt to write, but we will see with a newborn. I hope everyone is staying safe and healthy through these very difficult times. Thank you for reading and hopefully one day I will continue this story that I have a lot to give to.
Chapter 16: Preparation
Notes:
Okay first, hello everyone, yes I am FINALLY back to work on this story, I do plan on finishing it. Just want you all to know that 2020-2021 were just crazy on soooo many different parts in my life. We added onto our home, which was a lot of stress. I worked as a therapist primarily from home doing telehealth. I had a beautiful baby boy, who is almost 10 months old (insert crying emoji here), and just a lot of other stuff on top of that.
But, things are finally settling, still crazy, but manageable. And I found that I've had some more time and drive to work on this story. I was REALLY struggling with this chapter because I feel like I needed to fill in so much, which honestly drives me insane and I hate writing filler stuff, but feel like I have to. So, I've really prioritized myself to focus on as much of the main story as I absolutely can, because I really want to finish this story.
I actually went through every single chapter and made some revisions and grammatical fixes as well. And I discovered Rich text as well which makes the story look sooo much better! So, some re-reading might be helpful, but there is no dramatic changes made, mostly just wording.
I've actually just finished this one and another chapter (woohoo!) But I'm going to try to save a chapter until I get the next one completed.
Going to be honest with everyone, I probably won't be consistent with releasing chapters, but I promise I am working on this story with as much time as I have. And, I'm trying to make the chapters a little shorter as well. Now that I've got these two filler chapters done, I feel like I can actually move on with this story.
So, thank you, thank you, thank you for ALL of your patience, beautiful comments, well wishes and kind thoughts as I was on hiatus the last year. I truly hope I gain some new readers along with exciting those who have stuck with me this entire time, because I truly appreciate it!
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!
Anyways, on with the story:
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Her pink gloves squeak against the plates as she washes away the red stain left from last night’s spaghetti. Mike had come to find that she really enjoyed any pasta dish that he whipped up, and she was wholeheartedly happy to oblige in anything Mike had to offer. He really was a fantastic cook.
She hums to herself as she can hardly believe that almost two weeks had passed since she had first met Mike, and even more so she can’t fathom how much has changed in such a short amount of time.
If she had been told a month ago that she would lose her sister, be tormented by her kidnapper through nightmares, and be thrown into a crazy situation, well, she might have believed that. But, to be told that in retrospect she would have also met her first real group of friends, experienced the normalcy of life and...possibly fallen in love, that was something she would have scoffed at.
But, now, as El scrubs away at the dishes that had accumulated from the night before and this morning’s breakfast, she finds herself content with this mundane task. She can’t help but smile to herself as she rinses off the last plate and sets it aside in the dish drainer that sits filled with gleaming wet dishes she had previously cleaned.
She plucks off the pink rubber gloves that Mike had picked up for her a few days after she had ‘moved’ in with him and had declared herself as the official dishwasher. Mike had wholeheartedly fought her on the declaration and argued that they should take turns washing the dishes. But, with him being so busy lately, she tried to reason with him. And after much teasing, and bubble throwing, he had finally given in, all while purchasing her a pair of the rubber gloves so as to not ‘dry out her hands’ as Mike stated.
The memory still causes her to shiver slightly, for something had changed immensely in their relationship ever since the morning on the balcony. She had definitely not expected Mike to kiss her on the cheek, very close to her lips, she adds to herself. But something had sparked there in that moment, and she welcomed the growth between them.
She had found that Mike was much more affectionate than he had been before. Nothing over the top, but the way he softly touched her here and there, resting a gentle hand on her arm or shoulder or how he allowed himself to gaze at her without turning away all flushed and bothered.
No, now, as El had discovered, Mike’s dark eyes didn’t leave her body as quickly as they had done when they had initially met. And this aspect had grown, especially with the new clothing she had procured with Max.
El settles onto Mike’s couch, Veda comes to sit beside her, laying her long head in El’s lap, as El begins to gently stroke the fox’s vivid orange fur, as she begins to reminisce about the first time she had felt Mike really look at her.
They had just parted ways on the balcony, all shy eyes and blushing faces, when El moved back to her room to dress for the day. She couldn’t help herself when her eyes landed on the pink flannel that was gently folded on a decorative chair in her room. It was the first item that she had picked out and truly liked. So, without further hesitation she picked out a pair of form fitting, white capris, followed by a simple grey t-shirt as she tossed on the pink flannel.
She then moved to the bathroom where she tossed her hair back into a neat ponytail and fixed her face with the new make-up that she had purchased the day before.
Usually, she was accenting her eyes with the darkest eyeliner that she could shoplift from a JC Penny’s or some other inexpensive store. But, now that she was away from her sister, away from her old life, El had allowed herself to pick out colors and such that more so matched her personality.
And that’s how El found herself putting on foundation, and only accenting her eyes with a dark brown eyeliner. She then finished off with a light pink eyeshadow, which caused her to smile brightly at her reflection. El was truly trying to become her true self, and wasn’t looking to draw any eyes.
But, the moment she stepped out of her bedroom, and made her way to the kitchen where Mike stood with his back turned towards her, and when he heard her approach and turned to ask her a question, the way his mouth dropped open surprised her. She stilled in his presence and watched as his eyes shamelessly roved her body.
At first she was a bit unsettled, believing that maybe he didn’t like her new look and the dread of uncertainty began to fill her, but then she watched his dark pupils dilate, as his cheeks flushed. He liked what he saw, the thought trickled through her mind as they both stood still as statues just staring at one another.
It’s him that broke the silence, “Oh, uhmmm…” he started as he blinked his eyes heavily, shaking himself from his stupor. He then shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as he raised his arm to gesture at her appearance. “Wow, you...you look…” he stuttered as his eyes flicked up and down her body once again, his cheeks flushing an even darker red.
And at his entranced look, El can’t help but blush under his gaze, a small smile fluttering onto her face.
Finally, he took in a long deep breath and said as steadily as he could, “You look beautiful”, as a shy smile crossed his face.
El ducked her head shyly as she moved closer to him in the kitchen as she plucked at the flannel fabric, “Thank you” she breathed, “I’m not used to wearing such bright colors” she joked.
Mike chuckled at this, “Yeah, I didn’t realize you liked any other color”.
El scoffed, “I only wore black to ‘blend in’” she air quoted, “As Kali would say” she shruggged.
Mike had taken a step closer to her hesitantly, both of them eyeing each other with soft expressions, “Well, I’m glad you don’t have to blend in anymore because pink looks really good on you”.
El smiled, “Thanks, Max and Will kind of made sure I had a plethora of different colored everything, not that I minded”.
Mike nodded, “I’m happy they were able to take you out of your comfort zone then” he said as he crossed his arms and leaned against the nearby counter. El mimicked his movements.
“Well, it’s not that this isn’t in my comfort zone, but, before going on the run it was a hospital gown. And then on the streets it was black everything” she rolled her eyes dramatically.
“Oh” is all Mike said as he shifted beside her.
She let out a huff of breath, “Miiiike” she sing songs to him as she turned towards him, he lifted his eyes slowly to meet hers. “Remember, no pitying” and at this she reached out and poked at his nose, which caused him to laugh.
He grabbed a hold of her outstretched finger in his hand. He eyed her warily, “Not pitying, just thinking of how much that must have sucked” he said back.
El nodded slowly, “Yeah. It did suck”
And at this she began to lower her head, but then Mike took the hand that held her finger and slowly let it go, but instead of leaving her hand there hanging, he intertwined his large hand with her petite one. A spark emanated from where their skin touched. Her eyes are on him in a flash.
He’s gave her an endearing look, “Well, now you don’t have to worry about that. Not when you’re with me”.
She couldn’t help but be slightly taken aback by his words. Her mouth falling open and her eyes widening in disbelief at his words.
El watched as his facial expression deepened, there was so much meaning behind his words, it caused her heart to flip flop in her chest.
They had stood like that for a moment, just lost in each other's presence, until a voice behind them startled them apart.
“Uhm, I’m sorry to break this up” Pitch’s flat voice had hit them and Mike quickly dropped El’s hand, in which she immediately missed.
“Pitch, what is it?” Mike growled at his Anima, who was smirking back at his human.
“I was just going to ask when breakfast was, I’m starved” he flashed him a toothy smile. Mike huffed and rolled his eyes in disbelief, “I’m getting it ready now, have some patience”.
And with that Mike had given El one last smirk before he returned to his task at hand to make them all breakfast. However, that lingering feeling that she can’t quite understand stayed with her, and it didn’t leave, even now as she sits on the couch content with the silence that surrounded her.
She lets out a heavy sigh.
“Everything alright?” Veda casts her eyes to El’s.
“Yeah, why?” El questions and the fox merely shakes her head as she flops it back down onto El’s lap.
“You just seem lost in thought is all” she comments.
El shrugs, “Just thinking”.
“You’re thinking pretty loudly,” Veda jokes. “Was it maybe about... Mike?” she cocks her eyebrow at her.
El chuckles, “Maybe” she smirks back to her Anima.
They both flash each other small smiles as El resumes patting the fox, who drifts off to sleep, leaving El to ponder her thoughts on what’s to come next.
She glances over to the clock that overhangs Mike’s mantle, the face reads just quarter past one, in which El lets out a dissatisfied sigh. It will still be quite a few hours till Mike’s home from work.
She’s itching for him to get home, because today’s the day he’s supposed to ask for the time off for the next two weeks. She silently hopes that everything goes smoothly, for she can only wait so long before she tries to rescue Kali. And even though she, Mike and the rest of their friends have enacted a plan, she can only sit still for so long before she has to act by herself.
But, she chooses to keep the negative thoughts at bay and cross her fingers that Mike’s boss will give them time off.
“Seriously, all of July?” The words are out of his startled mouth before he can even think straight.
“That’s what I said isn't it?” Mr. Curo casts a thick look with his dark eyes that just barely peek up over the piece of paper that covers his large face.
Mike turns his head slightly to look at Lucas and Dustin whose mouths are hanging open just as wide as his is, disbelief and shock written across their faces.
Mike shakes his head, “But, Mr. Curo, won’t you need us here to guide the development?” He has no idea why he’s still speaking.
Mr. Curo sighs heavily, placing the piece of paper, which is actually the blueprint for the new toy he, Dustin and Lucas have been developing for months, on the table. The man raises an eyebrow and then scoffs, “Wow, I must not give you boys enough time off if this is how you respond to a month’s vacation”.
When they continue to remain silent, Mr. Curo lets out a barking laugh, startling all of them. “See, this is why I hired you boys. Dedicated, trustworthy…” he begins to list off as he hoists himself out of his seat.
He points a large finger in each of their directions, “You boys have been working hard on this toy, and you even got the blueprint completed” a smile dances across his face as he picks up the blueprint once again. He shakes it at them, “ This is what I expect from my top toy designers and that’s why you three” and at this he catches each of their eyes separately, “Deserve not just a month’s paid vacation, but when you return, you will all be promoted to head designers”.
Mike can hardly believe his ears. Dustin, Lucas and him had worked diligently on a way to try to convince Mr. Curo to maybe give them two weeks off. Especially since they had been working day and night to complete the blueprint for their toy to finally get completed. On top of that, the party had been coming to Mike’s house periodically to begin work on their plan for rescuing Kali. However, that was put on the back burner in hopes of Mike, Lucas and Dustin spending any time possible finishing their toy design.
They had put the finishing touch on the blueprint last night, all three of them bleary eyed and very tired, but hoping their hard work would be in vain, and be able to meet up tonight with news of vacation and begin the real plan of rescuing Kali. He knew El had been chomping at the bit for the last two weeks, but he had promised her that with the completion of the blueprint meant that Mr. Curo wouldn’t have much to disagree with for a couple weeks off.
Little did Mike expect though that it would be a month off
and
a promotion, he must be dreaming.
“Wow, Mr. Curo I...I don’t even know what to say” Mike stands flabbergasted.
Mr. Curo lets out a barking laugh as he pushes himself to his feet, adjusting his tie as he does so, “How about, ‘Thanks Mr. Curo’, he jokes.
And at this Mike laughs too, as he moves towards his boss outreaching his long arm and hand, his boss takes it in his large, beefy hand. A firm shake is exchanged between them, “Thanks Mr. Curo, you don’t know what this means to us”.
Mr. Curo scoffs as he lets go of Mike’s hand and moves towards the office door. “Have fun boys, hope you have a good time visiting family”, Mr. Curo gives the boys one last salute as his large figure disappears out the door.
Mike all but collapses into a nearby chair. He raises his shaking hand and runs it through his disheveled hair, he looks up to his friends who are still just as shell shocked as he is. He flashes them a winning smile, “A whole month” he whispers, and they nod, “A whole month” they repeat back.
To say Mike isn’t walking on air when he makes his way back to his apartment building is an understatement. He’s practically running through the busy streets of New York, dodging people here and there, to try to get home to his apartment, (and El), as quickly as possible.
“Mike, slow the hell down!” Pitch quips as the four legged beast tries to keep up with Mike’s long legs and speedy jaunt.
Mike casts a look over his shoulder, flashing his Anima a smirk, “Can’t believe you can’t keep up with me”, he turns back around his pace quickening even more. Unable to wait to see El’s face.
His tall apartment building comes into view. Mike just about knocks over a grumpy gentleman before he enters the building. “Watch where you're going!” the elderly gentleman waves his fist angrily in Mike's direction.
Mike holds up a hand in apology, “ Sorry!”, he calls out to the old man as he holds open the door awaiting Pitch to catch up.
“Jerk”, the dark-haired wolf sneers at Mike, who rolls his eyes as they make their way towards the elevator.
Mike pushes the button to his apartment as the gleaming silver doors close, in the box surges upwards. He can barely contain his excitement as he bounces on his toes as he watches the numbers get higher. When the door finally pings open on his floor, Mike all but races to his front door.
He unlocks the door, words flying out of his mouth just as he steps over the threshold, “El!” He calls out excitedly, his head turning every direction, searching for the girl, while his dark hair swirls about him.
Mike doesn't see her at first; he is slightly concerned but then an orange head pops up from behind his couch startling him slightly. “What's all the yelling about?” Veda yawns, her sharp teeth protruding from her narrow mouth.
Then, a head of wild brown hair pops up as well. El blinks at him clearly. “What's going on?” El’s voice is heavy with sleep, her eyelids barely open. Mike can't help but stare at her in awe, even fresh from sleep, she is beautiful.
He watches as she blinks a few times and brings her hands up to rub the sleep away from her brown eyes, to register what is going on. “ Mike, that you?” she yawns.
A crooked smile dances across Mike’s face. He approaches her slowly, chuckling slightly under his breath. El gives him a look, “What?” she asks him. He shakes his head, “Nothing, you just look adorable when you've just woken up”.
A deep blush begins to form on El’s face at his words. She ducks her head away from him, bashfully.
And as much as he would like to continue their usual flirtatious banter, he can’t hold his excitement any long.
“You won’t believe the news I have!” He all but bursts out.
El flashes him an amused smile, which then quickly turns into a serious look, “Did you get the two weeks off?” She leans in towards him, awaiting his answer.
Mike begins to shake his head ‘no’ and wishes he hadn’t done so because the frown that appears on Mike’s face almost breaks his heart. He reaches out quickly to grab El’s hands, her wide eyes meet his.
“Even better, we got all of July off, and...we’re all getting a promotion!” He let’s all the words tumble out of his mouth, his eyes watching El’s face excitedly.
He watches in joy as her face lights up in a way he has yet to see, but what he’s even more surprised about is her girlish squeal as she barrels herself towards him. He barely has time to react as she throws her arms around him.
“Oh Mike, that’s so amazing!” she says her voice filled with joy next to his ear. “And not just about the whole month off, but the promotion as well...that’s something to be really proud about”.
There’s a deep emotion behind her words and Mike can’t help but melt into her embrace, resting his head gently next to hers, resting his chin on her shoulders. He squeezes her tightly, “Thanks El, it really is quite amazing”.
They stay there for a long moment. Neither of them wanting to break away, but El is the first one to pull back, although she leaves her hands on his shoulders, and he leaves his hands around her waist.
She gives him a curious glance, “Why did you ask for a month off?” She questions.
Mike smiles at her, shaking his head, “We didn't, our boss just gave it to us” he shrugs.
He watches as she lets out a held breath, “Well, I’m really glad that he gave you that time”.
Mike nods in return, “Yeah, honestly I was worried that two weeks wouldn’t have been enough time”.
He sees El recoil slightly from his words, “What do you mean?” She asks.
Mike hesitates slightly, “Uhm...I just meant, between traveling there, doing some staking out and such, and then what might happen after two weeks just felt...rushed” he admitted.
El's face falls at his words, “Oh” is all she says.
Panic immediately fills his entire body as he moves his hands from El’s waist to her hands, he tugs at them to cue her to look up at him. He waits on baited breath as she slowly brings her head back up to look at him, her eyes filled with sadness.
“El” he whispers, “Please tell me what’s wrong” Mike pleads to her.
She sighs heavily, not looking into his eyes, “It’s....I’m worried about Kali, it’s already almost been three weeks since this all happened. I’m afraid that the longer we wait…” but her words die out.
Mike lets out a long slow breath in understanding, “You’re worried that there won’t be a Kali to rescue”.
She shrugs her shoulders, “Kind of, but I just feel like I’m not doing enough, that I’m not getting to her fast enough. I know Kali, if we were in reversed situations she would have already attempted to get me out of the lab”.
At this Mike furrows his eyebrows at her words. “Do you feel like she wouldn’t have succeeded?” He asks.
El moves so that she sits back, her legs tucked up under her, Mike releases her hands as she does so, and waits patiently for her to speak.
It surprises him when she chuckles slightly, “Kali...Kali is reckless, I don’t know if she would have gotten me out or not or…” she fades off.
Mike waits for her to continue, but she just stares at her hands blankly.
Then it dawns on him, “Or...she might not have come for you at all” he really tries to hide the anger in his own voice.
El shakes her head quickly, “No, she definitely would have come for me. I’m just not sure if we both would have made it out is all”.
Mike releases the breath that he’s been holding. “Then...it’s probably best that it’s you in this situation then, you seem to think things through”.
El chuckles at this, “If I hadn’t ran into you, I’m sure I would have hitchhiked to Hawkins one way or another, I’m not as calm and collected as you think”.
“Plus” she adds and at this she stares him straight in the eyes, “I wouldn’t have ever met you” she says softly.
Mike can feel the corner of his lips getting pulled up into a grin as his eyes search hers. “Yeah, I’m glad it was you”.
Notes:
Okay, not my best chapter for sure, but thank you all for holding all so tight. I’m going to be getting more into the fabric of this story and I hope you are all enjoying it so far. And a huge thank you to everyone who has patiently awaited this update! My son is almost 10 months old now! Crazy for sure, but he is such a joy in our lives! And been back to work for 7 months, and finally starting to feel some inspiration from the S4 updates!
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Chapter 17: The Travel to Indiana
Notes:
Wow! You are all so amazing! Thank you ALL for the wonderful reviews and welcome backs, it truly makes my heart warm to hear from every single one of you! I read every review and try to respond to them, but I'm not always the greatest at it. Just know I read them and know you are all wonderful!
So, I wrote three chapters to this story in one week, like what?! Work has been weird, lots of no shows and last minute cancellations, so when I have the drive to write I'm definitely fueled to do so. But, I'm really going to try to stagger them out so if I do get to a spot where I can't write much, at least I have something to put out.
And this is the last chapter before everything FINALLY takes off! My next couple of chapters are pretty good and full of MILEVEN! I can't wait to get them up!
Thank you again!
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The next few days trickled by at a slow, steady pace. El could feel her whole body on edge as she packed her stuff in one of Mike’s old, but well loved duffle bags.
It felt peculiar to her as she monotonously folded each piece of clothing and stuffed it neatly into the bag. She would glance haphazardly at the clock that ticks slowly on the wall. She could feel her skin crawl in anticipation as the minute hand never moved as far as she had hoped from the last time she had looked at the time.
She let out a huff of frustrated air from her nostrils as she brought her mind back to the task at hand. This was her third time repacking her bag. Her anxiety that bubbled made her unable to focus on one task for too long. She had begun packing three days ago just to keep her mind busy.
And if she felt like it wasn’t good enough, she would unpack her clothes and start again. Not that each time was much different, but it helped ease her anxious mind.
El couldn’t help but think about how in just one short hour they would all finally be leaving New York and heading towards Indiana. It was a long awaited trip, lots of careful planning, and tireless nights.
Even with her anticipation of wanting to leave, of wanting to get to Kali as soon as possible, her fears and worries still swirled deep within her stomach. There was so much that could go wrong with their plan, there was so much at stake. “ Your friends who could get hurt...Mike” her brain whispered.
Her hands froze in midair of her placing her last pair of shorts into the duffle bag. Eyes glazing over, her brain began to whir a million miles a minute. Each “what if?” going deeper and darker.
A knock at her bedroom door startles her, “Hey, are you almost ready?”. El peeks over her shoulder to see Mike half standing in her doorway with a questioning look on his face.
She lets out the breath she is holding, and pushes away the worry as best she can as she forces a smile on her face. “Yeah...yeah almost done” she gestures to her bag.
Mike returns the smile, “Okay, I’m all set and ready to go, just meet me out in the living room when you’re ready” he does a light pat on the doorframe and disappears.
The smile on El’s face falls immediately as she crams the last pair of shorts into her duffle bag.
“Are you really okay?” Veda asks from her spot on the bed, her head tilted in concern.
El heaves a heavy sigh as she reaches out to brush the soft hair of her Anima, who moves into her touch. The softness of the foxes fur slipping in between her fingers. The worry immediately starts to dissipate as she connects with Veda.
El closes her eyes as she allows herself another deep breath in, and out. As she opens her eyes she looks at Veda and gives her a soft smile, “Let’s go” she nods her head as she zips up her duffle bag, hoists it up onto her shoulders and makes her way out to the living room.
As she walks into the living room, she sees that Mike is chewing on his fingernails, a habit she has noticed when he is nervous. His eyes lift and meet hers, his fingers leave his mouth immediately. He flashes her a smile.
“Ready?” He asks on baited breath.
She nods, “Ready”.
And with that he takes her duffle bag from her shoulder. Their arms brushing against one another, which unceremoniously sends a delicious shiver down her spine. He then bends down to pick up his matching duffle bag and begins to head towards the door.
They move quietly as they exit the apartment, no one saying a word. Each of them holding onto a bit of uncertainty as they make their way down the long hallway towards the elevator. Their next journey awaits them.
Mike begins to feel the weariness of driving for five hours begin to wear on him. They had decided to leave around 8 a.m to try to drive at least half way to Indiana and stopping at a hotel to rest for the night. But of course that hadn’t gone to plan.
Once El and Mike had exited the entrance to his apartment complex, they had made their way to the underground parking garage where his old suburban car sat. The rest of the party was not there yet which honestly didn’t surprise Mike in the slightest.
Mike jumbled around with the duffle bags as he fished his keys from his pocket and handed them over to El. “Mind unlocking the doors?” he asked.
She gently took the keys from his grasp with a smile and unlocked the doors, moving towards the back and opening up the trunk where Mike gratefully placed the heavy bags.
He let out a huff of breath as he placed them on top of one another.
“Wow, what did you pack?” He joked as he patted her bag.
El giggled, “You think I overpacked?” She asked with a small grin.
Mike shook his head, “No, no...just wasn’t sure if you brought the entire bathroom with you”, he joked.
El rolled her eyes playfully, “Sorry, it’s been a long time since I was in Indiana, wasn’t sure how the weather was going to be” she shrugged.
“Hot” is all Mike said as he sat at the edge of his trunk.
El laughed again as she followed his pace and moved to sit next to him. His suburban sinking from their weight.
“Seriously though, July in Indiana is usually hot and miserable. We used to spend the majority of the summer at the pool or the quarry...usually the quarry though” he shrugs.
“Why’s that?” El asked.
Mike turns to look at her, unsure if he should stretch the truth a little. But then as he gazed into her sweet amber eyes, he knew that it would just be easier to be truthful.
“Well...we were kind of deemed as ‘nerds’ in school” he began to explain.
El gave him an inquisitive look, “Nerds...like the candy?”
Mike chuckled at this, “No, I mean, same name, different meaning I guess. My friends and I weren’t very ‘cool’ to say the least, spent a lot of time in A.V club, reading comics, stuff like that”.
El nodded as she followed along to his story.
“So, we were bullied often, especially when we were out in public, and for some reason the pool was a hot spot for bullies, so we stayed away”.
“Bullies?” El tests the word out.
“Yeah...like people who take out their anger on other people, beat them up and such” Mike tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, but El seemed to see right through him.
“People hurt you...because you like comics?” She asks.
Mike moved his head back and forth, “I mean...yeah, and we were just ‘different’ I guess”.
Mike watches as a frown presents itself on El’s face. “Just because you like different things doesn’t mean people should hurt you”, her voice is flat.
He nods at this, “I agree, it’s just how middle and high school worked is all”, he lets out a heavy breath.
He looks again at El, who seems to be silently fuming over this matter, so he reaches out a gentle hand and takes her small one into his large one. She looks at him squarely in the eye.
“Hey, don’t worry about it. Besides, the bullies who beat us and called us names are the ones working mediocre pencil pushing jobs, where the party have all gained successful jobs” he tries to reassure her.
El’s eyes flitter slightly as she stares into his eyes. He worries for a moment, but then her facial features soften and she gives a slight nod. This causes Mike’s mouth to turn up into a smile, in which she returns.
They then sat for a while, just sitting in the quiet comfort around them.
Finally, Mike checked his watch. Reading 9:04, he huffed in frustration.
“Where the hell are they?” he muttered into the air.
“They’re very late,” El nodded as she glanced at Mike’s watch as well.
He glanced over to her and could see that she was getting restless. She was rocking back and forth from where she was sitting. And she was fiddling with her sleeves, a nervous habit he had noticed in the time they spent together.
He let out a frustrated sigh as he stood from his car’s trunk and began to move forward, when suddenly, a very familiar SUV pulled into the parking garage.
“Finally!” Mike cried out as the SUV pulled up to him with a sudden lurch. A familiar brunette exited the vehicle.
“I’m riding with you and El, no way am I spending the next 12 hours riding with Dustin”, Will exclaimed as he held Elvie close to his chest.
“Hey, come on now it’s not that bad” Dustin argued as he popped his head out the window.
Mike moved over to the driver’s side of the SUV, where Max rolled down her window.
“What took you so long?” He asked.
Max rolled his eyes, “Why not ask Mr. Complaint every five seconds?” she threw a nasty look back to Dustin.
Mike casted his eyes over to Dustin who threw his arms up, “What?! Am I not supposed to make sure we have snacks, music and comfort when we’re about to drive for two days!?”
“Not to mention that he farts every two seconds as well, and, sorry Dart, but your dog breath is not good” Will scrunched up his face in disgust.
“How is Pitch’s breath any better?” Dart moved towards the window.
At this Pitch jumped in, “Because I actually chew on a breath mint every now and then and don’t put my face in everyone else’s”.
Mike only rolled his eyes. “Whatever, we’re already almost two hours behind schedule, let’s get headed out”.
Will moved hastily towards Mike’s car and opened the back door. Pitch hopped in to sit beside Will and Elvie.
“Looks like you get the front seat” Mike smiled at El who bent down to pick up Veda.
She had returned his smile as she bent back up, “I’ll be your co-pilot then”.
And finally, after everything was settled, they were off, on the road to Indiana.
But, that was five hours ago, and with the amount of pit stops they had to make and the three wrong turns, it had put them way behind schedule. So, five hours of driving had turned into almost seven.
They had then finally arrived at the hotel they were staying in for the night. The girls took the two beds in the lock off for “Girl Time” as Max had quoted. And the boys picked out the remaining three beds, Will offering to take the cot they had asked for.
Since it had been such a long day, the boys aligned themselves in front of the hotel’s small television, as they listened to the girls giggling in the lock off. They eventually came together for dinner, and before long they turned in for bed.
They were on the road by 8 a.m sharp, Mike making sure of it this time, wanting to arrive in Hawkins by early afternoon.
After about four hours of driving the old withered sign that read “Welcome to Indiana!” finally flew past them.
“Ugh, just one more hour” Will groaned from the back.
Mike laughed lightly, “Tell me about it, it’s been awhile since we’ve driven home”.
“I can’t wait to see mom, Hop, and Jonathan” Will bounced in his seat lightly.
“Hop?” El asked from beside Mike.
Mike nodded, “Hop is Will’s step-dad”, he explained.
“Step-dad?” El tested the word.
“It means that he’s not Will’s biological father, his mom, Joyce, remarried”, Mike tried to explain.
El nodded slowly at this. Mike cast a glance over at the now silent girl beside him, he could see that she was taking all of this in. Possibly not even understanding marriage or what it even meant to be a family.
He sighed inwardly thinking about what she had gone through, throughout her childhood. He couldn’t even imagine what it must feel like for her as they entered Indiana, less than an hour away from where everything happened. The last time she was here she was an experiment, not even labeled as a ‘child’. And this broke his heart.
Mike attempted to keep his thoughts and feelings within himself though, knowing that El wouldn’t want him to worry or pity her as she had already expressed, instead, he kept his eyes fixated forward as they kept on.
She could feel the anxiety that began to bubble within her. The knot in her stomach became tighter and tighter as they traveled closer to Hawkins. It had been too many years since she last laid eyes on this place, and honestly she had hoped she would never return.
But, here she was. Stuck once again in a horror film that just continued to play out, sequel after sequel, the monster never truly ‘dying’, it’s presence still ominous and lurking in the shadows. For her, that monster was Brenner.
She stewed in her thoughts for most of the ride into Hawkins. And it seemed that Mike and Will allowed this silence to befall onto her as they exchanged light conversations on the last leg of the drive.
Soon, the heavy forests of Indiana started to develop into more suburban territory. Older and newer homes coming into view. When suddenly she saw the next sign, ‘Welcome to Hawkins!’, come into view. It was then she felt her heart in her throat.
She let out a gasp inadvertently.
“El, you okay?” Mike’s voice felt like it was a million miles away. She felt herself freeze, her breathing coming in and out rapidly. It was then, she felt the car begin to slow down, and suddenly stop.
She felt a hand on her arm, it was gently shaking her. “El…hey El…you okay?” The voice she knew was Mike, but it sounded muffled, almost as if she were underwater.
The whole world felt like it was sinking in on her. Before she knew what she was doing, her body reacted for her instead. She unbuckled her seat belt and before she knew it, she was opening her car door and exited the vehicle.
Her legs and feet felt like lead. Her vision became blurry, the noises around her muffled. Her eyes were on the treeline.
“Escape” whispered her brain, which was now on autopilot. She wanted to run, to get away as fast as she could. But her body was too heavy, too numb, she felt herself stumble as she willed herself forward.
But, she didn’t make it very far before she heard something yelling behind her, when suddenly a body moved quickly in front of her and into her direct path. She crashed quickly into the body before her, strong arms wrapping themselves around her body.
It’s as if she’s moving in slow motion. Her body stills as it’s enveloped into a warm embrace. The air getting pushed roughly out of her lungs as she collided against the person’s chest.
She takes in a deep breath as she begins to recover. Some sense of reality starts to seep back into her mind as the blinds around her eyes begin to dissipate.
“El!” The voice is clearer and more concrete now. She feels herself being shaken slightly, finally her eyes focus on the person holding her.
Mike’s face becomes clear, and so does her brain.
“Mike?” She gasps.
She hears him let out a shaky breath as she sees the concern and worry written all over his face.
Her amber eyes find his dark ones. She watches as he lifts a hand up to brush her sweaty hair out of her face, he then places it back on her shoulder.
“Hey” he whispers, bringing her attention fully to him. “You’re back, you scared me there for a minute”, he breathes.
El feels her eyes close slowly as she feels the breakdown approaching. The tears are immediate, and before she knows it, Mike is pulling her into a tight embrace, enveloping her in his warmth.
She rests her head on his chest, allowing the tears to flow. Wrapping her own petite arms around Mike’s waist, holding onto him with all her might.
She cries, bawls even, into Mike’s awaiting chest. The sobs wracked her body as she shakes in Mike’s arms. All while she hears him whispering softly in her ear, “I’m here, you’re safe”, over and over again.
El isn’t sure how long she stays in his arms and cries, but eventually she feels herself slowing. The tears stop flooding her eyesight. She pulls away very slightly her now wet hair from her tears sticking slightly to Mike’s blue t-shirt, a wet spot from her crying stains it as well.
She looks up at him, his arms still firmly around her, his eyes give her a questioning look, waiting for her to speak.
“I’m scared” she sniffles as she goes to wipe her running nose on her flannel shirt.
She feels Mike sigh in her arms, and then she feels him lift his right arm as he begins to wipe away her tears as well.
“It’s okay to be scared, El” he says gently. She sniffles again as she casts her eyes upwards again. He gives her a soft smile.
She looks back over her shoulder to see where Mike’s car sits on the road, idling softly, where Will and Elvie are looking in their direction. And Max’s car is pulled behind them as well, the others looking over with worried expressions. She was surprised with how far she actually made it from the car, feeling as if she was slogging through mud to get to where she was now, and that’s actually only about 20 feet to the forest she was planning on disappearing into.
“We were worried El”, Veda’s soft voice chirps from below.
El looks down at her Anima and sighs, “I’m sorry Veda, I didn’t mean to worry any of you, I don’t know what even happened”.
“Fight or flight mode kicked in” Mike shrugged. “Must have been when you saw the sign?” He guessed.
El nodded, “Yeah, my mind it…it just went blank” she shook her head, a slight headache from the crying was beginning to set in.
“I’ve heard that happens with traumatic experiences, I’m sure even knowing that you’re in Hawkins is a lot” Mike whispers.
El nods again, “Yeah, I haven’t been back here since we got out of the lab” she inwardly shudders.
Surprising her, Mike firmly, yet gently takes her chin by his thumb and forefinger and tilts her chin up gently to look at him, their eyes meet, “Well, this time you have all of us…you have me to protect you El” his eyes search hers.
“And those assholes in the lab won’t hurt you again…not while I’m here” Mike whispers.
El can feel her eyes welling once again, because she knows, she can feel it, the safety that Mike emits. The truth and honesty that his words hold.
So, she barrels into his embrace, nearly knocking them both to the ground as she wraps her arms around his neck firmly. She places a steady kiss on his cheek. She feels him sigh in relief.
“Thank you, Mike” is all she can muster as she revels in his whole being.
They stay like that for a moment longer, before slowly pulling away. She stops briefly, their faces inches away from one another. And that overwhelming feeling and sensation envelopes her, she so wants to kiss him, to know what his lips feel like on hers.
But, the moment passes, her brain whispering, “Not now, it’s not the right time”. And she sees Mike’s look of agreement, as he flashes her a smile. He takes her hand in his and guides her back to the car.
“Everything okay?” Will’s worried, but gentle voice asks.
El nods, “Yeah, I’m good, sorry I took off like that” she says sheepishly.
“Don’t apologize El, we know this is a lot for you” Max states as she pushes off of her vehicle and moves towards El and pulls her into a quick, but sweet hug.
El is thankful for the contact, the understanding that is written on everyone’s faces.
“Who knew you could run like that though, holy shit!” Dustin exclaims and the others laugh.
“Trust me, I know” comes Pitch’s voice, who gives El a knowing look.
She can’t help but flash the black wolf a smile.
“You ready?” Mike asks, gesturing towards his car.
She looks at the vehicle and then the town that is coming into view on the horizon.
There holds her history, fear, torment. But soon, it will hold her freedom. She lets out a deep breath, and nods firmly, “Let’s go rescue my sister”. And with a whoop from Dustin and Lucas, everyone makes their way back into their cars and begins the last few minute drive into Hawkins.
Notes:
Eugh, okay, pretty sure that is my last sucky chapter. I’m ready to get into the good stuff and I think I am finally at that point with this story. Thanks for trucking along with me. I promise the next chapter will be a good one with a lot of MILEVEN!
Chapter 18: Arrival
Notes:
Hope everyone had a wonderful holiday! Trying to get back into writing like I was before. That's why I'm thankful I had a few chapters written up so I can release them and not feel like I'm leaving everyone hanging. Thanks again for everyone's wonderful reviews! You are all so amazing and the reason I keep writing!
Also, I always forget to update the chapter publication date, which is very annoying. I didn't do it with the last chapter either, so please check out chapter 17 as well if you missed that one from 2 weeks ago.
Please enjoy this next chapter!
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It wasn’t until Marvin’s came into view on the busy main street of Hawkins did the reality of actually being home settle into Mike. It had been quite a few years since he or any members of the party had actually been home.
Mike couldn’t help but bottle neck around to get a glimpse of the ‘not so small’ town. His curiosity peaked as he set his sights on the now bustling town before him. There were many new businesses that had been erected throughout the years, creating a larger, more picturesque town.
He could also see that some businesses were no longer there either. Some of the old ‘ma and pa’ shops closed to bring in a newer chain store.
Mike precariously glanced over to El, who seemed to be taking in all the sights as well. Not that there was too much to be seen, but he was curious if she had even seen the actual town of Hawkins.
Swallowing thickly his mind trickled back to not even an hour ago when he happened to glance over to El as they were entering Hawkins, especially when she had let out a fairly loud gasp.
Her skin was white, and her breathing quick. Mike had decided to pull over quickly to check on her, but before he could open his mouth to speak, she had sprung open her passenger side door and bolted. Both he and Veda had frantically called after her.
He honestly couldn’t believe how fast she was running, and it only took him half a second to unbuckle himself and bolt after her. If there was one thing his long skinny legs were good at; it was running.
Even though El had made it quite a ways, bolting to what seemed to be the line of trees leading towards the forest, he hastily caught up with her. He had yelled out to her again, but his voice fell to the wind.
So, he did the only thing he could think of, he swallowed an extra gulp of air and sprinted forward, just enough to cut her off, she staggered and ran swiftly into his open arms.
He steadied themselves enough to prevent them from toppling over. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, he glanced down to see her frightened expression. Her eyes wide and wild, as if it were a deer trying to escape a predator.
‘She’s scared’, his brain whispered. And with that thought he held onto her tightly. Willing her to come back to him. When she finally did, relief washed over him, and he promised her that nothing would come to harm her.
And now, as they make their way into Hawkins, he has to make sure he follows through with that promise.
It doesn’t take long for them to navigate through the town. Quickly winding down into the cul de sacs where each of them grew up.
Elm Street came into view and Mike turned back briefly to where Will was smiling widely.
“El, welcome to our neighborhood” Mike gestured to the line of similar houses all precariously set in a fine, neat neighborhood.
El’s eyes widened, “This is where you grew up?” She questioned.
Mike nodded, “Yeah, we all used to bike to each other’s houses before we got licenses”.
“I used to live on the outskirts of town before my mom and Hop got married, we moved in here when I was about thirteen” Will noted.
Mike pulled down Elm Street, and there stood the only bright yellow house towards the outskirts of the cul de sac, Will’s house.
Pulling into the large driveway Mike circled around so that Max could pull up behind him.
They all stepped out of their vehicles and gave a sigh of relief.
“Wow, I didn’t realize how much I hated driving” Dustin groaned as he stretched his arms up over his head.
“Like you did any driving” Max states as she whacks the back of Dustin’s head, toppling his beloved baseball cap from his head. Dustin fixed her with a dirty scowl.
Mike walked over to El, who was taking in the sights around her. And Mike couldn’t blame her. The old, but remodeled home stood very tall, three stories, not including the basement. Flower beds dotted the front lawn along with two draping willow trees. Joyce had taken to keeping the house very pristine.
Will and his family hadn’t had much before Joyce and Hop had become an item. And shortly after they got married, Hop ended up coming into some money from an old relative, which had erased the financial burden for the family. They actually ended up fixing up one of the older houses on Elm street, where they stood now and made it their own.
Since it was from the 1800’s, there were many rooms available for them all to stay in so that they didn’t have to reside in their childhood bedrooms in their parents houses, aside from Will.
“What do you think?” Mike asked, coming up beside her.
She smiled, “It’s beautiful”.
Mike smiled in return “Wait until you see inside”, he took ahold of her hand and began to lead her inside, following Will who was eagerly making his way towards the front door.
But before he could even reach the porch, the front porch flew open.
“Will!” Joyce cheered, as she made her way towards her youngest son. Who held open his long arms to receive a long awaited hug from his mom.
“Oh, it’s been too long!” She cried as she held onto Will tightly.
“Mom…can’t breathe,” Will joked, as his mom slowly let go of him.
She chuckled as she looked at her son. El couldn’t help but smile at the interaction between the two of them. She could see the love and bond between the two of them.
Just then, a red-tailed hawk flew out from the house and landed neatly on Joyce’s shoulder.
Will perked up, “Hello, Ira” he nodded his head at the hawk before him.
She dipped her head as well, “Hello Will, it’s so nice to see you again” she chirped.
Joyce reaches out to hold Will’s head between her hands, “Oh, it seems like forever since we’ve seen you, and everyone else as well” she says at she looks over Will’s shoulder to greet everyone else.
“Lucas, Dustin, Max!” Joyce exclaims as she moves towards the first group, giving each of them a hug.
“Hi, Joyce!” They all remark as they return the hugs and converse in small talk.
Mike stands next to El, behind the group of three, he places a gentle hand on the small of her back, trying to reassure her without needing to communicate this. He feels El shift closer to him.
Joyce eyes meet his, and she gives him a bright smile as she moves towards him.
He opens his arms as she moves to hug him, “And Mike, it’s so good to see you!” Joyce says and pulls away looking him up and down. “My, have you grown again?”
And at this everyone chuckles, knowing that Mike’s height has always been a topic of tease.
“Ha ha”, he says dryly, rolling his eyes playfully.
And then she turns to El, who is back at Mike’s side, observing the women with wide eyes.
“Oh, and a new friend!” Joyce looks El up and down.
Mike feels El grip onto the small of his back, pulling on his t-shirt slightly.
“Yeah, Joyce, I’d like you to meet El, she’s…she’s…uhm”, he falters.
“Shit!”, he mentally smacks himself. He didn’t even think about this part when they arrived at Hawkins. And how could this be overlooked?! He scolds himself for not thinking this through.
He opens his mouth to speak, words not coming out, and Joyce gives him a curious look.
And surprisingly, El jumps in, “I-I’m Mike’s girlfriend” she gives a wide smile to Joyce.
Mike’s pretty sure he’s forgotten how to breathe.
“Oh! A girlfriend?!” Joyce smiles mischievously at him before she steps forward and wraps El in a tight hug. “I never thought I’d see the day!” She exclaimed as she pulled away from El.
“And this is my Anima, Veda” El gestured to the small fox who stood at El’s feet.
Joyce looked down and her smile grew, “What a beautiful Anima, just like you” she waved in El’s direction. El flashed a winning smile to Veda.
“Well, you too look very sweet together, and I can’t wait to hear about how you got together and such, but how about lunch? You all must be starving!” She exclaimed as she gestured for all of them to follow her as she made her way back towards her house.
Mike is still frozen in place, and his friend’s have now all turned to look at him and El with wicked grins.
They don’t say anything, but their looks say it all. Will chuckles to himself as he follows his mom into the house and the rest follow. But Mike stays firmly rooted.
“Mike?” El’s voice comes from beside him, he feels her hand grip onto his arm. “You okay?” She asks shakily.
Mike shakes himself out of his stupor, and turns to look down at the beautiful women beside him.
“Uh, yeah…I think so?” He questions that himself.
At this she gives him a sheepish look, “I’m sorry, it’s all I could think of off the top of my head” she begins to blush furiously.
And at this Mike turns to take her hands in his, “No, no, don’t be sorry, that was my fault, I should have had something better planned, I didn’t mean to leave it up to you” he rushed to explain.
This made El giggle, “You always do that when you’re nervous” she points out.
Mike laughs lightly, “Ramble? Yeah, I’m a pro at it” he shrugs.
“Why don’t we talk about this later? I’m starving and I’m sure you are too” he gestures to follow the others inside.
El gives him a nod and smile and he takes his hand in hers and pulls her inside.
She had never been in such a beautiful home before. The woodwork was old, dark and tarnished, but the wallpaper that dotted every wall throughout the house had a bright hue and a feeling of welcome.
The ceilings were higher and the walls were dotted with pictures. El couldn’t help but stop and stare at each one. Most of them were of Will and another boy, she assumed to be Will’s brother whom she had not yet met. But, there were also many of the party that she saw as well. She couldn’t help the smile that lifted from her face as she saw her new friends as young children and teenagers.
And where they met to have lunch was out on a screened in patio porch with a large picnic table in the center. There was an array of sandwiches, chips and drinks already set out. They eagerly dug in.
While they all munched happily on what wasn’t some cheap take out meal that they’d all been living off of the last few days, Joyce peppered the boys and Max with questions about their daily lives and how New York had been treating them.
El watched her new friends interact with Joyce as if they were young children again. Spewing off this and that, cutting each other off, laughing, it was truly a sight to see.
She then turned to look out the screened in porch where their Anima’s gathered about outside and ran about with one another in the expansive backyard. Even Veda joined in. It was a curious interaction. Seeing the Anima’s interact in a way that almost resembled what was going on at the picnic table.
El could feel the warmth and happiness that grew within her and connected herself with Veda as she jumped and pounced along outside playing with the others. She couldn’t help but notice the playfulness that came as she interacted with Pitch, who seemed much more open and playful in this setting then in New York.
Every once in a while Pitch and Veda would pounce on one another, and the connection could not be missed. It was a sensation like no other, and she couldn’t place her finger on it either. But, she wasn’t one to complain, it was joyful really.
She peeked her eyes up at Mike, who was talking animatedly with the others and she was curious if he felt it too. But, then again, Mike was in his element, she hadn’t seen him like this in his apartment in New York. No, this was a very different side of Mike. This side was much calmer, more relaxed, taking everything in. He wasn’t thinking about the next moment, he was living in the now, and she could feel it emanating from him.
Looking back out a Pitch, she could see him responding to this side of Mike. Light, carefree…happy. It was a beautiful sight to see, and El drank it up as she sat and listened for the next few hours as everyone reconnected.
Before long, the sun began to dip in the horizon. But time seemed unnerving to the interaction that was happening on the patio. Dustin was just finishing up how he, Lucas and Mike had just all received promotions when a gruff voice echoed through the house.
“Joyce?!” It called out. “The kids here?” It asked.
El turned to look at Mike, who gave a slight smile to the voice that was coming down the hallway.
Then, to El’s surprise a fairly large burly man, dressed in a police’s uniform appeared. Another red-tailed hawk sat on his shoulders, identical to Joyce’s.
“Hi honey!” Joyce exclaimed as she stood up and made her way towards the large man. He bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. And El could feel her heart flutter. She could see it within them, another set of soul-mates. Two in such a short amount of time, it was interesting to her.
As the man pulled away, he looked at the kids and flashed them a quick smile, “Hey, it’s good to see you all back”, he gestured to them.
“Hey, Hop” They greeted in return.
But then his eyes stopped when they fell on El. She felt her heart sputter for a second. He gave her a slight stare. She wasn’t sure what kind of stare it was, but she felt as if he were examining her through a microscope. She pulled back slightly.
“Who are you?” He nodded at her.
She opened her mouth to speak, and faltered slightly, “I-I’m El” she squeaked out.
He nods, “Are you friends with these nerds?” He chuckles gesturing to the party.
At this the others begin to rile up at him. But then Dustin shouts out, “She’s Mike’s girlfriend!”
She feels her mouth drop open, and her eyes immediately shoot to Mike’s eyes, they meet. And she can see that his cheeks immediately ignite, she’s pretty sure hers are doing the same.
Then she turns to give Dustin a steely glare, but he’s laughing too hard at his own joke that he isn’t fazed.
“Girlfriend? Didn’t think that day would ever come Wheeler”, Hopper joked and Mike rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, Mike the hopeless lover, biggest joke out there” Mike tried to play it off, but El could see the look that plastered his face. Uncomfortableness, hurt, sadness, it broke her own heart. She made a decision at that point.
She shifted in her seat so that she straddled the bench and since Mike was sitting so his legs were turned facing Hopper, she scooted herself so that her legs went around his body, totally invading his personal space. She then wrapped her arms around his lanky frame and tucked her head into his shoulder.
“Mike’s been wonderful, I couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend” she cooed and at this she bent up and pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek.
She was pretty sure she just stunned the entire room. Even though a slight embarrassment crossed her for a brief moment, she was also very proud of herself. Especially when Mike turned to her with a surprised, but sweet expression, a smile lighting up his face.
He then shifted to wrap his right arm around her, pulling her in tighter. “Yeah, El’s an amazing girlfriend as well” and at this he placed a gentle kiss on her head, she wanted to melt right there.
They took the silence as a win. Until Joyce broke it, clapping her hands together, “Oh, you two are so sweet!”
“Yeah, so sweet”, Will joked behind them and they both flashed him a look.
“Well, anyways, it’s good to meet you El, and see you kids, I’m going to get changed for supper”, and with a quick wave Hopper disappeared into the house. And El let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding.
But, she didn’t fully let go of Mike, and neither did he with her.
Joyce sighed, “Right, well I’m going to get supper ready, why don’t you kids go get yourselves settled and rooms picked out”.
And at this Dustin perked up, “I call the green room!” And at this he floundered getting up from the picnic table and nearly knocked everything from it.
“Oh no you don’t Dustin, Max and I get it this time!” Lucas yelled trying to get up as well.
El watched in amusement as two grown men began acting like children as they pushed at each other to try to get out of the patio door and into the house.
Max sighed, “Boys” she rolled her eyes as she began to collect the dirty plates, as did Will.
“They do realize that most of the rooms are about the same size, right?” Will chuckled.
“I think it’s just a territory thing” Max laughed, as she and Will entered the house together.
El and Mike sat for a moment as they shook their heads at their friends' antics.
“Sorry about them, they can get a little rowdy”, Mike apologized, as he collected his plate as well.
El shook her head, “I’m fine with whatever room, I’m not picky” she shrugged, following Mike’s lead, as he headed towards the kitchen.
He nodded as they met Will and Max in the kitchen. “Let’s go grab our stuff and you can pick a room, okay?” Mike smiled down at her, in which she returned.
After they grabbed their stuff Mike led El up the old wooden stairwell with carpeted steps and into the common area. Mike gestured towards two hallways, you could hear bickering coming from one of them, “That’s where Dustin and Lucas are” he rolled his eyes.
El held back a laugh, “What’s so special about the ‘green’ room?”
Mike rolled his eyes, “Nothing, other than it’s probably the biggest, and it has its own minifridge”.
He began to lead her down another hallway, “I actually like this side better anyways”.
This hallway only had two bedrooms across from one another, El peeked into both. Not much seemed too different from them. Both being about the same size, covered in a bright floral wallpaper, and simple bedding as well.
Mike made his way towards the bedroom on their left, “Here” he said and she followed behind him.
“You have this room, it’s got a balcony that overlooks the backyard and it has its own bathroom as well”, he says while gesturing to both.
“Are you sure?” she asks tentatively, fidgeting with her sleeves.
Mike nods quickly, “Of course! I’ve stayed here a million times, you deserve the best room…in my opinion anyway” he shrugs.
He watches as a soft smile graces her features, “Thank you” she whispers as she sets her duffle bag down on the bed, taking in the brightly lit room around her.
“And besides, I’ll be right next door if you need anything, at any time, day or night” he points to the room across the way.
At this El ducks her head bashfully, a secret smile playing on her lips. He reads it immediately and becomes flustered, realizing his words, “Uh…I mean…I didn’t mean you know” he gestures wildly and feels like an idiot.
El slowly approaches him, and takes his hand in hers, her eyes are gentle and full of understanding. “Mike, I understand” she gives him a look, and he can’t help but be drawn to her.
He sighs, “Okay” is all he can muster as he gets lost in her eyes. He so badly wants to bend down and connect their lips together. And there’s a part of him that is so ready to do so.
“So why don’t you?” his brain asks. And for the first time in what feels like forever, Mike throws all of his thoughts out of the window. Because, right now, he’s with this beautiful woman who is staring at him with the most brilliant eyes.
“She said she was your girlfriend,” his brain reminded him.
Her soft voice brings him back to reality, “Mike?” she asks. With that he begins to bend slowly down to her, and he sees her responding, pushing up on her toes.
“Holy shit, we’re going to kiss!” he inwardly cheers.
“Hey, you guys coming or what?!” Dustin’s bellowing voice comes from behind them and startles them apart.
They both whip around to face the curly haired man. Hands still held together.
Dustin looks between them, a sly smirk pulling at his lips, “Did I…just interrupt?” he asks, but very well knows the answer to.
If Mike’s eyes could kill, they certainly would. “Piss off Dustin!” Mike made a step towards him, and the snickering friend disappeared down the hall.
Mike lets out a heavy sigh, and turns back towards El, a small smile plays on her face, but he can see disappointment there as well. How many times was it going to take before he finally kissed her?
But, she steps forward and takes his hand. “Come on, let’s go eat”, she says and he follows wordlessly behind her.
Dinner is fairly uneventful. They’re gathered around the indoor dining room table, which easily fits them all. Joyce had gone all out for her spread, all of them eating with gusto as they savored their meal.
“Mmm, I missed your homemade Sheppard's pie, mom,” Will notes, as he wipes his face.
“Yeah, I missed your cooking too!” Dart pipes up from where the Animas have gathered in a circle eating their fill as well.
There are hums in agreement all around. The sound of scraping cutlery and shuffling plates is the sound that fills the air. Small talk is shared, that is until Hopper speaks up.
“So,” Hopper’s gruff voice cuts through, and everyone turns to look at him.
He points his fork in El’s direction who is sitting between Mike and Will. “You’re Mike’s girlfriend then?”
Mike’s chewing slows, as he turns to look at El. He can also see the unsettling looks that his friends are casting about.
“Uhm, yes”, she says, nodding slowly, as she doesn’t make eye contact with Hopper, as she pushes her food around on her plate.
Mike sees Hopper nod out of the corner of his eye.
“Where’d you meet?” he asks. And at this of course, Pitch pipes in, “Literally ran into me” he chuckles.
Mike throws him a look, but the wolf bends back down to eat, not seeing.
“Ran into Pitch?” Hopper asks. El looks nervously between him and Mike. Her mouth hanging open slightly, “Uh, yes, I was running and accidentally tripped over Pitch”.
Hopper nods, “Running?” he presses.
El nods at this. “From what?” Hopper asks.
And at this, El’s eyes go wide, she shakes her head, and Mike can feel the tension spike in the room.
“She was just running, nothing particular” Mike tries to shrug it off, taking another bite of food.
Hopper nods slowly at this, chewing his food with thought. “So, Mike, the notorious ‘won’t date a girl’ suddenly has a girlfriend that we’ve heard nothing about, a mysterious girl out of nowhere, and you five all just ‘randomly’ come home out of the blue?”
He looks across the table at all of them, “Something’s not adding up here kids, what the hell is going on?”
A dead silence befalls the group. Mike can feel his hands turning into fists as he grips onto his jeans tightly. “Damn that Hopper!”, his brain yells. The old police chief always knew when something was up, they couldn’t even get away with being late to school without him finding out.
Mike and his friends shift uncomfortably in their seats, and then they’re all talking at once, trying to come up with an excuse. When suddenly El pipes up from beside him, “They’re helping me”, her voice is loud enough to stop all other conversations and all eyes are on her.
Mike’s eyes flick over to hers, and he catches hers, he raises an eyebrow in question, and she only gives him a stiff nod in return.
She faces Hopper directly, her face solemn, unnerving, something Mike has yet to see with El. He swallows hard.
“Help you with what?” He asks, but by the sound of his voice, it’s almost like he already knows.
“To help me rescue my sister” is what she says.
And Hopper nods slowly, “That son of a bitch Brenner is back again…isn’t he?”
All stunned eyes are now on Hopper, even Joyce’s.
“How’d you…” Mike starts but Hopper only shakes his head.
“I think it’s about time you learned about the ‘other’ part of my job”, he then pats his face and stands to leave the dinner table.
Silence falls upon all of them.
“What…just…happened?” Lucas questions. When Hopper finally reappears carrying a very large, crumpled and stained notary box.
Mike’s eyes widen when he reads the scribbled hand-writting: Hawkins Lab.
Notes:
Okay, I know it seems kind of quick to add Hopper into knowing about this, but I needed to for the story's sake. And I wanted Hopper and Joyce to have a nice home to live in, and make it big enough for everyone to stay so, yeah. Anyways, hope you all enjoyed this chapter, wait until the next one, definitely my favorite so far!
Chapter 19: Midnight Kiss
Notes:
Thank you all again for all your wonderful reviews and kind words! I'm so sorry, I of course get back into writing and posting chapters and then I get crazy busy at work again. So, chapter updates might slow, but I'm really trying to stay on top of things this time!
I think this is a long awaited chapter, and I cannot wait for you all to read!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
El honestly couldn’t believe her eyes. The words Hawkins Lab was taunting her from across the table. Her mind was reeling, how did this guy that she just met know about this, know about Brenner?
Hopper cleared his throat as he pulled off the lid from the cardboard box and set it aside. He fingered through the many files, until he stopped and pulled the manila envelope from the box. He handed it over her, she took it, speechless.
Jane Ives: Test Subject Number 11
She read the top line and her mouth went dry. She looked up at the man before her, so many questions slewing through her mind.
“I know you’ve got a lot of questions, all of you” he looks around at each of them. “So, let’s start at the beginning”.
And the next two hours feel like a messy blur as El sits and listens to Hopper’s tale. Apparently Hawkins Lab had been disguised as an electrical company for years. No one suspected anything suspicious from it, believing it was some kind of private government facility as well.
That is, until one day in the late 1980’s when two teenage children escaped. Hopper explained that he had somehow caught wind of someone seeing two teenagers in hospital gowns running away from the facility. Then the apparent ‘suicide’ of one of his good friends from a diner warranted even more suspicion.
Hopper went on to discuss how an open warrant had allowed police access, the government seized the building, and then they discovered what was really going on there.
“I spent months digging through that facility, what I found was atrocious. But they must have found out that we knew, they lit that place up like a match box”, he shook his head somberly.
“Wait, the lab burned down?” El exclaimed, unsure of what she was hearing.
Hopper shook his head, “They tried, we got most of it out before it really took off. Probably tried to burn the evidence, but that didn’t fully work out in their favor”.
El was rendered speechless.
“I couldn’t believe what they had been doing there, testing kids with abilities, torturing them and their Animas. I came across the file with all of the ‘test subjects’, and that’s honestly where I noticed you” he pointed to the file that El held in her hands.
She had opened it to see that there, staring her straight in the face was her twelve year old self, shaved head and all. She closed it as fast as she could. Her heart raced as the tears began to prick at the side of her eyes.
Veda moved quickly, putting her front paws on the front of El’s chair, she nuzzled her arm affectionately. The feeling of Veda connecting with her helped, but the fear of the lab, had her anxiety skyrocketing.
She could feel her breathing coming in fast quick breaths. She was on the verge of a full on breakdown when suddenly Pitch came up to her side and nuzzled her as well. Mike’s hand rested on his Anima, and it was as if they were both conveying comfort and calm to her. It immediately relaxed her.
“I’ve been keeping an eye on the facility ever since, nothing has happened since it was shut down” he shrugged. “We put a no trespassing sign up and boarded up the doors”.
“What about Brenner?” El quipped.
Hopper hung his head, “He escaped as well, been on the run ever since. Damn bastard is a sly one”.
El couldn’t help but nod at this, because if she knew anything about Brenner, he was a fast thinker, and knowing him, he probably had an escape plan.
“So, this is what brings you all back to Hawkins?” Hopper questions the group.
They all nod their heads.
“They found us, Kali and I…number eight” says El, head turned downwards.
“In New York?” Hopper asked.
El lifted her head at this and nodded once again. She then went on to explain how she and Kali had escaped the lab, gone on the run and ended up in New York. How they had spent quite a few years there until their hideout was ransacked almost a month ago. And how she ran into Mike and got the help she needed.
Hopper listened and nodded along as she told her story. His fingers tightly gripped the chair as he stood. Joyce had moved about and cleared the table as they all listened intently to El’s story.
“He’s still at large then” Hopper spoke.
“Yes, and he’s here” El’s voice was quiet.
Hopper shook his head, “So your plan was to go after him, Brenner? Rescue your sister?”
All the heads at the table nodded. Hopper raised his right hand and ran it through his scruffy beard. “What’s your plan then?” he asked.
At this Mike spoke, and explained how they planned on doing a stake out of the lab, see what kind of movement was being seen there and then plan their rescue.
Hopper listened to the idea, “You’re going to need more than the clothes on your back to rescue your sister”.
El couldn’t disagree with this. Sure she had telekinetic powers, but she wasn’t sure how far that would allow her to go. Especially if she was going up against Brenner.
“What are you suggesting then?” Mike asked.
Hopper laughed, “Guess I’m going to be joining in on this plan as well”.
El sat on her bed, in the darkness, only the moon that gleamed in through the window providing any light. Her eyes were fixated on the crescent shape as she slowly patted Veda, trying to keep her anxiety at bay.
It felt like cool ocean waves that passed over her as the feelings of uncertainty and fear washed over her again and again. And sometimes they would stop, maybe only just grazing her feet. But then they would come in large waves, nearly knocking her to the ground.
She let out a shaky breath. “You’re safe El”, came Veda’s quiet voice from the darkness.
El’s hand froze in the foxes fur. “For now” her voice was scratchy.
She turned towards the lamp that sat beside the bed and flicked it on. And as her eyes adjusted to the harsh yellow glow of the light, she then fixated on the manila envelope that sat next to her.
It taunted her. Filled with the life that once was, the one she thought she escaped. Only for it to reawaken past trauma and sadness that she buried deep within her. With shaky hands she grasped the folder and slowly opened it.
She braced herself as she once again saw that photo of herself with the shaven head, her eyes filled with nothingness. Next to her picture was a photograph of Veda, but that was when she was a small white mouse. El began to read the file. Trying to put together exactly what her purpose was.
Spy. Weapon. Victim. Those were the three words that came to mind as she read her file over and over again. She could tell that the notes were kept by Brenner himself. His neat and orderly handwriting was hard to miss.
She could feel herself contorting with anger, fear, sadness as she read his words. How he had ‘saved’ her from her mother. ‘Created’ a powerful ‘tool’. How he had used her for experiments.
She slammed the folder shut. Her breath came in ragged breaths.
Gripping the folder she threw it across the room, almost all of the papers within scattered across the room. Coming to rest around her, almost mockingly, her distasteful life.
Seeing it surround her was too much. She fell to the ground and began to weep.
“She’s crying you know, you should go check on her”, Pitch’s voice rang from beside him.
“What?” Mike whipped his head to look at his Anima who was curled up beside him, a rare occurrence.
“El, she’s crying, and pretty hard from the sounds of it”, Pitch explained as his ears twitched left and right.
“Is she okay?” Mike asked and his Anima only gave him a look of scrutiny.
“What do you think if she’s crying?” Pitch rolled his eyes at Mike.
Mike huffed and moved towards his door, opening it quickly, and hastily taking two steps towards El’s room. He stopped quickly though.
“What if she wants to be alone?”, crossed his mind. He hesitated for a moment more, before he swallowed his fear, and knocked quietly.
“El, hey are…are you okay?” He asked through the wooden door.
He tried to strain his ears to listen for any movement. When suddenly the door flung open, startling him. He jumped back slightly.
Mike was met with El, who’s eyes were red and puffy, definitely crying, his brain sympathized for her.
“El, I-” he started, but was cut off by a sob coming from El as she launched herself into his embrace. He reacted quickly and held her tight. Allowing her to cry into his chest, just as she did yesterday when she had run out from the car.
He began to run his hands up and down her back in soothing motions, allowing her to cry into his chest. He rested his head on top of hers, and attempted to provide that relief for her.
After about five minutes, she pulled away, sniffling as she wiped at her nose and eyes.
“Sorry” she half whispered, half laughed, “I don’t want to make it seem like I only cry when I see you”.
Mike provided a soft laugh at this as well, “No harm done…is there anything you want to talk about?”
She sniffed again, and teetered a bit on her feet, deciding on whether or not she wanted to talk. But then she finally nodded, and met Mike’s eyes.
He leaned forward and grabbed a hold of her hand, quietly he led her downstairs and into the kitchen.
After some pressure, El finally gave into allowing Mike to make her a cup of tea. She waited at the dining room table, patting Veda softly, whose head was in her lap.
Mike walked out to meet her and handed her a cup of tea but then gestured with his head to follow him. He guided her towards the back porch of the Hopper home, slowly sliding open the glass door, and made his way over to the porch swing.
Pitch followed behind him and found his way to a rug that lay out all year long. Mike watched as Veda settled beside him, immediately he felt the emotions come from El. She stopped mid step as their eyes met, both of them relishing in their connection.
She smiles at him, “I don’t think I will ever get used to that feeling” she admitted as she padded over to join him on the swing.
He laughed, “I don’t either,” he agreed.
They both sat on the swing, fairly close to one another. Both clad in their pajamas as Mike used his long legs to begin to swing them gently back and forth. The swing groaned slightly at the movements.
“This place is beautiful” El remarked as she settled back, her arm coming to rest next to Mike’s.
“Yeah, it’s always been a favorite place of mine, for sure”, he agreed.
A weird silence befell them as they silently swung back and forth taking in the warm summer air. As they both sipped their teas slowly.
Mike kept peeking a look over to El every few minutes, an internal battle waging war within his own head. Should he say something, or just wait for her to speak?
The silence was almost deafening, when he finally turned towards her, and surprisingly she did the same.
“Are you okay?” he started while El said, “Can I talk to you?”
They both fell silent again, but then twin smirks grew upon their faces and they both laughed quietly.
Mike nodded at her, “You first”.
She smiled graciously, moving her left leg up to sit between them. He turned to mirror her.
El’s eyes were cast down as she gazed intently at her tea mug, her fingers moving amicably up and down in a soothing motion. He waited for her to speak.
“Do you think we can really do this?” Her voice finally broke through the quiet of the night.
This startled him slightly, not thinking this was what she was going to say. He faltered for a second, thinking before speaking.
“I think so, especially now that we have Hopper’s help, I think he’s going to make sure we have everything we need” Mike said determedly.
El laughed lightly at this, “I just can’t believe the irony of all this” she squinted her eyes and looked off into the backyard.
Mike watches her, “What do you mean?”
Her lips turn upwards, she turns to look back at him. “I mean…what are the chances that I run into you, literally” she chuckles. “You have powers as well, you grew up not even five miles from the lab, and Hopper knows everything that’s going on too?”
He listens to her words and nods slowly. His eyes find hers and he can see a swirl of emotion behind them; curiosity, uncertainty…and something else he can’t fully place. But after analyzing her words, he can’t help but agree.
“Yeah, it is really weird, isn’t it?” He returns her curious look and she smiles brightly. And he all but melts on the spot, he still can’t get over how beautiful she is.
He watches as she lifts her head slowly, her eyes scan his face, and she tilts her head slightly, “What?” she asks playfully.
Mike scrunches his face slightly, “What, what?” he jokes.
El laughs at this, “Why are you looking at me like that?” she shakes her head.
Mike shakes his head, “What do you mean, looking at you like what?”
El rolls her eyes, “I don’t know you’re giving me a… look”, she shrugs.
And it’s all Mike can do to not continue to stare at her. His eyes shamelessly scan her body. From the way she’s angled, he can tell that she’s somewhat relaxed. Her shoulders slumped, as her scoop neck t-shirt reveals the sports bra she is wearing. He blushes slightly.
He decides to play with her a bit, “I don’t know, I guess you’re just fun to look at is all”.
She scoffs lightly at this, moving to stand and move towards the rails of the porch. Mike’s eyes follow her. He decides to follow.
“Don’t scoff at yourself” he says as he moves to stand next to her.
She shakes her head, “Honestly I don’t know what you see in me”, her voice is cool.
At this Mike’s jaw really drops open, he can’t believe what he’s hearing, “What do you mean?” he says a bit more harsher than he means to.
El turns towards him, a challenging look in her eye, and he bites right into it, “What’s there to not see, El, you’re beautiful” he gestures towards her.
“But, not just that either, you’re incredibly smart, have a good sense of humor, an amazing taste in movies”, she smiles at this. “You’re so dedicated to your family and friends, and…” he stops, and really looks at her.
She’s gazing at him, waiting for him to continue, she takes a step towards him, “And…?” She is looking at him with the most stunning amber eyes.
“And, I’ve never seen the most amazing eyes in my life, and your personality…it’s breathtaking” he lets out a breath of his own.
“You’re not too shabby yourself, Mike” she smirks at him, and he sees the playful glint in her eyes.
“You’re incredibly kind, caring and selfless, I’ve never met anyone quite like you” her eyes soften, and Mike moves towards her.
“Yeah”, she whispers. “And, you’ve got amazing hair and those freckles…you could get lost in them”, and at this she raises her hand and brushes her fingers gently across his face, as she moves them up into his hair. Mike’s eyes flutter at the feeling.
“You weren’t mad that I called myself your girlfriend?” the question startles him slightly. Their eyes meet.
“No, of course not”, he whispers. And she nods.
Mike can feel the heaviness in the air around them. “She’s waiting”, his brain whispers.
And he knows it, she’s waiting for him to make a move. Her eyes sparkle up at him, as she moves her hand gently from his hair, down his face again, until it comes to land on his chest.
Then, it finally happens. He feels something within himself change, the damn wall that’s been holding him back begins to crumble around him, he can feel it.
The warm heat from El’s hand as it rests upon his chest moves him. Realization dawns on him, this is what he’s been missing, being in the present moment. He feels his brain begin to open up in a way he hasn’t allowed for many years.
Here he is, standing with the most amazing girl he’s ever met. And he still hasn’t done anything yet to solidify what’s going on between them, because obviously there is, and he’s tired of trying to push his feelings aside.
In that moment he realizes that El’s right, everything that has happened to them in the last month isn’t just a ‘coincidence’ it’s happened for a reason. He and El were meant to meet. And all be damned about what happens next, because right now, all he sees is El before him, and why is he wasting any precious moment that he could be spending with her that isn’t more than ‘just friends’.
The lightness surrounds him, he moves his hands silently but quickly, his left hand moves to El’s face, as he rests it gently there, while his right steadies itself on the curve of her hip.
He hears her gasp slightly.
“Mike”, she whispers.
He smiles at her, “Is it okay if I kiss you now?” He asks.
He watches her smile broadly, “I thought you’d never ask”.
And with the answer he needs he slowly dips his head down to hers, as she stands to meet him. Their forehead’s touch, their eyes slowly close, and then, their lips finally meet.
Mike feels the spark emanate within him the moments their lips touch. Her gentle lips upon his is beyond what he could have ever imagined. They both breathe in, allowing themselves to relish this one moment.
They pull away slightly, but now Mike moves his hand so that they are wrapped firmly around El’s waist, and El’s arms are wrapped around his neck, they pull each other closer.
“Wow”, they both sigh, and without a second hesitation, they bring their lips back together.
This time, as they settle into the kiss, Mike moves boldly forward and moves his lips against El’s. She happily returns the pressure. And soon, they’re lost in a moment of passion.
Even though she knows for a fact that neither of them have ever shared a kiss with anyone before, she’s pretty sure they are naturals, or that their lips were solely meant for each other.
She can’t help but get caught up in the moment, in the feeling that is Mike, as he pulls her closer to him, and she tries to get as close as she can to him.
It’s like a drug, and El can’t get enough from it. She just wants to meld her body into one with Mike, and it’s just not enough for her.
She can feel it pulsating from him as well, the desire, the want, the need to be closer.
Apparently they’re fast learners, because it’s not long before she opens her mouth slightly, and Mike follows suit. They exchange long, deep kisses, their heads turning to the side, each trying to learn the other any way possible.
All around them the night is silent, except for the locking and unlocking of their lips joining together. She doesn’t want to stop, but she can feel her breathing become ragged. She pulls away slightly, Mike chasing after her.
But he laughs as he stops himself, “Sorry” he breathes, “But I just can’t get enough”, he pulls her in for one more peck.
She giggles, holding onto him as well, not wanting to let go. “I know, you’re intoxicating” she smiles up at him, as they rest their foreheads together.
“You sure you’ve never kissed anyone? You seem like a natural” Mike jokes.
At this El lightly slaps his chest, “I could say the same about you”, she lowers her eyelids at him.
He mimics her look, “Maybe we were just meant to be each other's kissing companions” he chuckles.
“Maybe” El whispers, and that’s all it takes as she pulls on Mike’s head and brings him back in for another searing kiss. And that’s how they stay for a long time. Exchanging long, languid kisses into the night.
They finally feel the tiredness of the day washing over them, though. And they bring their kisses to a slow stop, but still holding each other close.
“Holy shit” Mike chuckled as he hugged El close to him.
“Yeah, you can say that again,” El chuckled.
El moved so that she could see Mike directly in front of her. His lips swollen, but in a permanent smirk, she could kiss him forever she decided. But then a yawn escaped her mouth.
She held her hands up to her mouth quickly, “I’m so sorry, I swear you’re not boring me”.
Mike laughed, “Don’t worry, it’s been a long day…and night”, he cockily tilted his head. “Why don’t we get to bed?” He suggested.
El nodded at this, as Mike took her hand in his and guided her back inside. Veda and Pitch hot on their heels.
They approached their rooms, both Animas disappearing inside. El went to follow after Veda, but not before being tugged by Mike, as she spun around into his arms once again. His lips were on hers within seconds, and she melted into the embrace.
It didn’t take long for them to both get lost in each other. Their lips finding a rhythm in their own dance to sweetly entrance the other.
But, it was Mike who slowly brought the kiss to a close, taking a step back, but not before nuzzling her nose gently.
“So” he says, taking in a deep breath. “Does this mean you’re my actual girlfriend now?”
El was a little taken aback by this, but in a good way, knowing that Mike had always been hesitant in starting a relationship with someone. But, her heart fluttered wildly at his words.
She flashed him a wide smile, “I guess it does”.
And with a victorious smile, Mike swooped in and planted a sweet kiss on her lips. But before it got too involved, they both broke away, with dopey looks on their faces.
“Goodnight El, get some rest” Mike nodded at her bedroom.
“Goodnight Mike, I’ll see you in the morning” she smiled as she headed towards her own room.
They both stared at one another as they both held their doors in their hands, both not wanting to, but knowing that they needed to say goodnight. They both shut the doors slowly, both of them sighing once they were out of sight.
El pushed off her door, feeling as if she were on cloud nine. She moved to tuck herself into bed. Veda jumped up to join her.
El caught the foxes glimmering, all knowing eyes.
“Oh shut up” she chuckled ruffling the foxes head before turning over and allowing a blissful sleep to take her.
Her dreams now filled with a certain dark haired man and deep, rousing kisses.
Notes:
Ah! Finally the awaited kiss! Hope it was to all of your enjoyment! See you for the next chapter which I am chipping away at! As always please review :)
Chapter 20: Under the willow
Notes:
Ugh, I know I said I was going to be more consistent but of course work has been crazy, I’ve been studying like mad for my Master’s license tests and my son is now a wild toddler. So the ambition to write has dwindled and time is almost non-existent. I’m so excited for the next season to be arriving in a couple of weeks and I really hope that the new season will give new ideas as well! Shorter chapter, but I hope you enjoy it. Thank you all who have kept up with me and continued to leave reviews! It’s much appreciated! :)
Chapter Text
When the sun streamed into his window the next morning, landing directly into his eyes, Mike groaned and tried to block the light with his hand. But, no matter which way he turned the light still shines directly into his eyes. He huffed loudly.
Turning his head he glanced at the time and read 7:51, on the glowing red numbers. He flopped back down on the bed, tiredness still lingering behind his heavy eyelids.
He groaned again, not wanting to get up, sleep still beckoning him. His eyes fluttered shut.
“Are you going to get up? Everyone else is”, Pitch’s deep voice cuts through him sharply.
Mike took in a deep breath, “Tired” he mumbled.
He hears Pitch’s laugh from beside him, “Did too much kissing make you tired?” he teased.
And at this Mike’s eyes widen, his tiredness creating a fog from last night. He sits up quickly, his hand coming up to touch his lips. His eyes widened.
“That…wasn’t a dream?” He questioned out loud.
Pitch chuckles again, “Nope, you and El were pretty intertwined at the lips last night”.
It then all comes flooding back to him. Their talk, them looking at the stars, the kiss…him asking El to be his girlfriend.
“I actually did it…didn’t I?” he turns to look at his Anima, who is giving him a curious look.
Pitch nods his head slowly, “Yeah, you actually did, I’m impressed” he smiles.
Mike shifts so that his long legs hang off the side of the bed, his bare feet connecting with the cool floor beneath. He runs a hand through his curly hair.
“Holy shit, I did”, he looks his Anima directly into his eyes. And Mike feels something shift within him.
It’s a feeling he hasn’t been able to place before, but then after a moment, the word comes to him…lightness.
He places a hand to his chest, he feels his heart beating a steady rhythm. However, there’s no tightness that usually looms there, like a knot that will never untie.
“You feel it now, don’t you?” Pitch speaks slowly.
“What do you mean?” Mike looks at his Anima.
“The feeling of letting go, of not holding onto fear”, Pitch moves closer to him.
As Pitch makes his way towards him, Mike can feel something within him surge. He reaches forward slowly, hesitating slightly before his hand reaches Pitch. His Anima is looking directly into his eyes, willing him.
When Mike’s hand finally connects with the wolf’s head, slowly stroking it, Mike’s and Pitch’s eyes close together. A shaky breath leaves Mike. And finally, a new uncertain feeling washes over him.
“What…what is this?” Mike allows his hand to remain on his Anima, a gesture he rarely gave into.
Pitch hums, “It’s something you’ve never let yourself truly feel before, not before meeting El anyways”, he explains.
Mike opens his eyes, and meets his Anima’s. Pitch’s the mirror of his own dark eyes. The weight finally lifted from his shoulders. He sees his Anima soften as well, a new light within them finally awoken.
Something wet trickles down Mike’s cheek, he moves his hand to feel it. He touches it and moves his hand to see the tear that has escaped from his eye. Something that he hasn’t seen in years.
“You’re finally allowing yourself to feel Mike…finally connecting with your true self… with me” Pitch attunes.
Mike looks at his Anima, stunned. Something within the wolf has changed as well. His eyes softer, his posture lax. And finally, it clicks.
Why they grew apart over the years, why he always felt like he wanted to push Pitch away…because he was scared, afraid to feel his deeper, more personal emotions.
With that, Mike surges forward and wraps the wolf in a tight hug. He allows the tears to fall, as he sobs into his Anima’s fur. And as he connects, truly connects with his soul, he finally feels himself whole again.
“I’m sorry Pitch, I didn’t mean to pull myself so far away from you” Mike sniffs into Pitch’s now damp fur.
He hears Pitch hum in contentment. “I’m glad to have you back”, he whispers.
Mike relishes in the new feeling, the bond that begins to mend between himself and his Anima. The lightness overwhelmed him.
Slowly, he lets go of the black wolf and gives him a smile.
“El really is special, she’s allowed you to open yourself up again”, Pitch remarks.
Mike nods at this, “Yeah, she has” and with a bright smile on his face and the new energy surging through him. Mike moves quickly about his room to get ready for the day.
Once he is dressed and hair as tamed as he can manage, Mike makes his way down towards the kitchen where he can smell fresh coffee and breakfast cooking.
He can hear the voices of the others in soft murmurs as he rounds the staircase and into the dining room.
Lucas and Dustin are talking softly at the table, Max and El are nowhere in sight. For some reason, Mike feels his heart clench. But then as Pitch walks close beside him, rubbing up against him affectionately, he lets the feeling of panic go.
Dustin spots him first, “Hey sleepyhead, late night or something?” he jokes, and Lucas joins in with the laughter.
Mike fights hard with his initial reaction to drop his mouth open in shock. But, quickly reminds himself that his new relationship with El hasn’t been shared yet, and he’s not sure if that’s something she wants right now.
Instead he shakes his head, “Uh, just had a hard time falling asleep last night, different bed and all” he shrugs as he makes his way into the kitchen to grab himself a cup of coffee. Feeling the eyes of Dustin following him.
Mike is greeted with the sight of Joyce moving about the kitchen, humming happily as she flips a few pieces of french toast on the large griddle.
She spots Mike, “Oh, good morning honey, how’d you sleep?” She asks.
Mike gives her a soft smile, “Pretty good, just took me a bit to fall asleep”.
Joyce returns the smile and nods towards the coffee maker, “Well, there’s a fresh pot waiting for you, help yourself”.
“Thanks” he states in return as he moves to grab a coffee mug from the cabinet which he knows is full of drinkware after spending many years in the house. He pours himself a decent cup, throws in some cream and sugar and glances out the large window leading to the garden.
His heart thrums in his chest as his eyes find El, who is out walking through the gardens with Max. A bright and enchanting smile graces her face as she talks animatedly with Max. He can’t help but smile as well.
He moves to the back porch. And he freezes the moment his feet touch the worn wood. Instantly his eyes flicker over to the rail. And his heart sings happily. Just a few hours ago is where he and El stood and shared the first of many kisses.
“Why are you smiling at the railing like a creep?” Will’s voice cuts him from his thoughts from last night.
Mike shakes his head and turns to look at Will, who is sitting on the porch swing. Elvie sitting beside him.
“Yes Mike, you look flushed, '' Elvie remarks.
Mike shakes his head, “No, sorry just lost in thought, a little tired is all”, he lies as he moves to sit beside Elvie on the swing. Pitch comes to curl up under the swing, Mike’s feet grazing his soft fur here and there.
“Hmmm” Will hums as Mike can feel his friend's eyes on him. While he tries to sip on his coffee silently, his own eyes flicker up to find El, who is still conversing with Max. He watches as she bends down to pick at a blooming pink flower. She plucks it from the ground and then moves to tuck it lightly behind Veda’s long ears. The girls giggle and smile.
“You look like a stalker” Will comments, and Mike swallows his coffee hard.
Mike turns to look at his friend, “What are you talking about?” he coughs.
Will just gives a knowing smirk. “You haven’t taken your eyes off of El since you sat down, you’re following her every movement”.
Mike scoffs, “I was just looking at the flowers, and El happens to be over there with Max”.
Will rolls his eyes, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you get a dopey smile from flowers Mike”.
Mike’s grip on his coffee mug becomes tighter. He stands abruptly. “I’m going to say good morning to people who actually enjoy my company” He throws Will a smirk, who rolls his eyes and shakes his head in return.
Mike makes his way into Joyce’s flower beds where the girls stand. A large willow tree almost hides them from view. He is unsure if El has seen him yet, so he approaches slowly.
While he moves slowly around the tree, he can’t help but feel his excitement bubble within him. Ever since this morning after realizing that their kisses weren’t just a dream, he was itching to have her back in his arms, his lips on hers. His body stirred happily.
El’s back was turned to him, so she didn’t see him approach. But Max did, and when the redheaded woman spotted him from over El’s shoulder, Mike saw a smirk grow on her face. She got El’s attention and nodded behind her.
El turned quickly around, and the moment her amber eyes laid their sights on him, a gracious smile grew on her lips.
Mike couldn’t help but give one in return. He continued to move towards the girls.
“Good morning” he smiled at both the girls.
“Morning Mike” El greeted sweetly, her eyes sparkling up to him.
“Morning wolf-boy” Max greeted, as she pushed herself from the tree trunk.
She reached out and gave El’s arm a little squeeze, “I’m heading in, Joyce said breakfast was almost ready about ten minutes ago, I’m sure it’s done by now”. And with a quick knowing smirk she flashed to Mike, she made her way back towards the house.
Leaving Mike and El alone. They turned to one another.
“Hi” he breathed looking down at her.
“Hi” she returned bashfully, her cheeks lighting up.
A small breeze made its way around them. Allowing the dangling willow tree branches to dance around them, creating a beautiful canopy for the two of them. The golden sunlight of the morning poured in through the gaps in the branches. Mike can’t help but watch as El lights up as the sun's rays hit her, his heart stutters.
He swallows, “You sleep okay?” he asks her.
She nods, “Very well, and you?” she asks.
He nods slowly, “Yeah, just wish I got more”, he shrugged, but smiled.
At this El faltered slightly, “I’m sorry I kept you up so late last night”, she flashed him a guilty look.
He immediately reached down and grabbed her hands. “No, no, El I didn’t mean it like that, I wasn’t sleeping before I came to you, I just wish the sun didn’t wake me” he tries to joke.
El smiles up at him, “Well, I’m really glad that you came to see me last night”.
“Me too,” Mike agrees. And then El begins to tug on his hand as she guides him towards the trunk of the tree.
“I want to show you something” she says excitedly as she continues to pull him.
Mike gives her a curious look as they come to stand near the massive tree trunk. He looks up at the very large and old willow tree. It was massive to him even as a child, now, even more so.
He looks back down to El, “What did you-” he begins to ask but as he speaks a conniving smirk plays on El’s lips, as she launches herself forward, wraps her arms around his neck, and she cuts off his words with a searing kiss.
Mike’s brain blanks as he stumbles back into the tree. His back roughly hits the bark, but not caring, as his mind focuses on El’s lips.
El is kissing you dammit! Kiss her back! His brain yells at him. And two seconds later, he brings his hands up to place them gently on El’s hips, bending his head down to deepen their kiss.
He hears El moan slightly as he returns her pressure, and it’s a sound that causes a million emotions to surge through his entire being.
Slowly she slips her tongue past his lips, and he allows her in eagerly. Their lips dance and meld together. Breaths become intertwined as they exchange deep kisses. Hands roaming deliciously over each other's bodies.
Slowly El pulls away, but only enough so that their foreheads rest against one another. Their chests heave as they try to catch their breaths.
El giggles, “That was nice”.
Mike chuckles in return, “I wouldn’t mind waking up to that every morning”.
El pulls away a bit more so that her hands are loosely wrapped around Mike’s shoulders, as he holds his hands around her waist. “It definitely is very nice,” El agrees.
He watches as her eyes cast upwards, watching the branches dance around. They pull apart, but still remain close.
“This is probably the most beautiful tree I’ve ever seen,” she whispers.
Mike nods, “Yeah, it’s super old, we played in it all the time when we were kids”.
He hears El sigh and he turns to look at her. He can see the sadness behind her amber eyes. “I never got to play in a tree, nor have I ever really spent time in a forest,” she says quietly as she turns towards the willow tree and slowly raises her hand to touch the bark.
She runs her hand over the hard surface, smiling slightly as she does so.
Mike can feel his chest tightening at the swirl of emotions that go through him. Anger, frustration…sadness.
He watches as El’s small hand moves slowly over the tree's rough bark, as if she’s trying to memorize each layer. Mike takes a step forward, and places his much larger hand on top of hers.
El turns to look at him, slightly surprised.
“I promise, after all this is done, I’ll make sure you get to see the world”, his voice is soft, but firm. His deep eyes burrowing into hers. He can see that she’s taken aback a bit. But then she smiles gently.
She opens her mouth to speak but a loud voice from the house stops her. “Hey lovebirds, time for breakfast!” Mike can almost hear the smile in Max’s voice, he turns his head back to El and quirks an eyebrow up at her.
He watches as her open mouth turns into a bright smile as her cheeks flush a rosy red. She turns her head slowly to meet his gaze.
She lets out a soft laugh, “Uhm, Max might have figured out that we’re together”, she says slowly.
Mike laughs lightly too, “How?” he asks as he reaches down to take El’s hand as they make their way back towards the house.
El nuzzles into him slightly, “Apparently I have ‘a glow’ about me” she chuckles.
Mike lets out a sigh, “Guess we’re in for a morning of teasing then”, a smile tugs at his lips as he turns to look down at El, who is already beaming at him.
“I guess we are” she sing-songs.
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