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Steve Harrington's Personal Demon Day Two

>Day One<

The second day of his period was just as hard as the first. Well, he didn't think he was dying this time so at least that was something. Steve was exhausted though and he had a hard time getting out of bed. In part due to the pain he was feeling and the sadness from the dream he had. Steve didn't lift his head when Nancy made her way into his room.

"How are you feeling?" Nancy asked.

"Everything hurts," Steve groaned.

"Yeah, I figured," she said softly. "You want to get up? I made coffee."

"Did any of you go home last night?" Steve asked.

"No, after Robin shuffled you up the stairs to bed last night, we all crashed in the living room," Nancy said. "Not before letting our parents know."

"I love you guys," Steve mumbled.

"We know," Nancy smiled.

"Did you just Han Solo me?" Steve asked, mumbling into his pillow.

He opened one bleary eye and smiled at her amused face.

"Dustin finally make you watch all of the Star Wars movies?" Nancy asked in amusement.

"Yeah, don't tell him, but I actually like them," Steve said. "Ugh, the ego on that kid. . .I swear, when he's right about something, it's annoying."

Steve blinked slowly. It felt like a familiar conversation. He had it with Eddie not too long ago. . .Eddie, who told him that he was a good man, was just as jealous of Dustin's relationship as Steve had been. Eddie hadn't deserved any of the shit the town threw at him and while Steve hadn't thrown him into lockers or beat him up, in some ways he did contribute to what happened to him. He didn't stop any of it, he even called Eddie a freak himself. Guilt hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Steve?" Nancy asked softly and sat on the edge of his bed.

"Eddie. . .I dreamed about him again. He was lying dead on the floor and Dustin was screaming and Max. . .," Steve sobbed. "I should have. . ."

"Hey, we did everything we could. You did everything we could. You even told him, don't be a hero. He made his own choice, Steve, there was nothing that you could have done," Nancy said softly.

"I know. . .I know but maybe if I hadn't spent all my time being jealous of the guy and just got to know him like Dustin said. . .If I had just listened to him," Steve said. "Maybe I would have had more time with him. . .maybe none of this would have happened."

"These what-if scenarios are going to eat you alive, Steve. Trust me, I know," Nancy said and stroked his hair. "This is the kind of thing that Vecna wants. This is what he goes for. . .don't let him into your head, Steve. He's out there somewhere."

Steve sat up next to Nancy, and leaned into her touch.

"I know," he said. "Max she doesn't any of this. . .she's already been through so much. . .I can't seem to stop thinking about her and Lucas. . .I wish there was something that I could do."

"Well, you could get up out of bed," Nancy.

"Do I have to?" Steve whined.

"Yes, moving around is actually good for you," she said. "Come on."

"Am I actually depressed or is that just the period?" Steve asked as Nancy yanked him up.

"It's both," she replied.

"I need to shower again," he sighed.

"Well, go shower, I'll make coffee," Nancy said. "Jonathan volunteered to pick you up some bloody red meat from the butchers."

"You know, they butcher rabbits there, too," Steve said.

"Oh no, I didn't even think about that," Nancy gasped.

"I'm sure Jonathan will be fine," Steve said and squeezed her arm.

There was a loud crashing sound from downstairs and then cursing from Robin.

"Robin said she wanted to make breakfast," Nancy said. "She said that there's something funny about a woman named Robin cooking eggs."

"She does realize what eggs are, right?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, that's when she got sad," Nancy laughed. "But she's still doing it."

"Her fire extinguisher is under the kitchen sink," Steve replied.

"Her fire extinguisher?" Nancy asked, amused.

"She uses it more than I do," Steve said and watched Nancy walk towards the kitchen.

After Steve took a shower, he followed the sound of yelling and found Nancy putting out Robin's hair with a fire extinguisher.

"I DON'T KNOW HOW YOU DID THIS!" Nancy yelled.

"NOT ALL OF US CAN BE AS COORDINATED AS YOU, NANCE!" Robin yelled.

Steve fixed himself a cup of coffee and watched while he opened up some windows. Finally, Nancy put the small fire out and slammed the extinguisher onto the counter.

"Jesus," Nancy sighed.

"Well, the important thing is that the eggs are okay," Robin said.

"What?!" Nancy asked in disbelief. "The more important thing is that you're okay, Robin."

"Aww, Nance," Robin said.

"I love that some of my favorite people are getting along," Steve said.

"She's as hard to keep alive as you are, Steve," Nancy said.

"That's why he's my platonic soulmate," Robin said. "Although, that goes without saying for all of us. . .I'm going use your shower and cut off some of these burnt ends. . .again."

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately at her as she bounced up the stairs.

"She's actually not that clumsy. . .she just gets distracted," Steve said. "I'm one hundred percent sure that she was thinking about where those eggs came from."

"Right," Nancy grinned.

"I'll make you a cup of coffee," Steve said. "And a plate. I'll clean up the mess, too. It's only fair since you saved my best friend's life."

"Yeah, from herself," she said in amusement.

"Yeah, that will happen," Steve said.

"Are you sure?" Nancy asked.

"Sit," Steve said. "Besides, you're the one who said that I should move around."

"How are you feeling?" Nancy asked.

"Still feel gross, bloated, horribly hormonal," Steve said. "But I can live with it."

"We kind of have to," Nancy said.

"And the whole depression thing. . .," Steve trailed.

"Some have it worse than others," Nancy said. "Not every period is the same as Carol loved reminding me. She told me she doesn't experience pain or cramps during hers and she looked at me like I must be doing something wrong."

"She's such a bitch," Steve said. "At least, she was back then."

"Do you think she's changed at all?" Nancy asked.

Steve set a cup of coffee and a plate of eggs with toast in front of her. He frowned thoughtfully at her.

"I don't know," Steve said. "I like to hope she has. I know Tommy has."

"You've talked with him?" She asked.

"A few times over the last year or so," Steve said as he began cleaning the kitchen.

"And?" Nancy asked.

"I don't know. It was weird. It definitely sounded like the Tommy before Carol but he sounded older, sadder. I think we were both sad," Steve said. "We both changed too much, I think."

He didn't tell her all the things Tommy had told him. How Tommy had told him he was gay now and that he used to be in love with Steve. . .maybe he still did. Tommy had hated Nancy for getting in the way back then. Steve hadn't meant to hurt him when he said nothing would have happened anyway. Tommy had suddenly become too much like his dad and Steve had started down that path as well. He didn't like what he was becoming with Tommy and if he had stayed any longer. . .he had wished Tommy well the last conversation they had. Steve was glad he had a happy life now but there had been a little bit of sadness that they couldn't be happy with each other but those feelings that started to stir had been echoes of the past. Besides, it hadn't been Tommy who woke him up.

"We all have changed," Nancy said. "We were definitely people back then."

"Old Steve probably wouldn't have been so okay with having two sets of genitalia," Steve said.

"Well, Old Nancy wouldn't have given it another thought about trying it out," Nancy said, grinning mischievously. "Although, I think about it more carefully now. . .give it a lot of thought. I consider how other people might feel about it. Like I should have done back then."

"And by trying it out. . .you mean. . .?" Steve asked.

"Oh, come on, you know what I mean, Steve," she said, sipping her coffee.

He didn't want to make assumptions about what this all might mean and he certainly didn't want to get his hopes up, especially in his current condition. Nancy licked the coffee off her upper lip, doing it slowly. Steve stared at her and had a sudden image of Nancy's head between his legs, eating him out.

"You would - ?" Steve asked blushing.

"I mean, I never cared about what's between a person's legs until I started to care about them," Nancy said. "I hadn't thought about it back then but it was true then as it is now. I mean, I was aware of what's attractive and what isn't but it's like it didn't become sexual until I saw something in them that I hadn't before. I saw something in you back then that's more clear now."

"And what's that?" Steve asked.

"Something special," Nancy said. "I knew that you were pretending like you didn't care. . .although, sometimes I doubted myself."

The way Nancy was looking at him made his heart flutter. Steve smiled as he finished up the kitchen and sat down in front of her, focusing on his cup of coffee.

"Only because I made you doubt yourself," Steve said. "I was a complete douchebag who couldn't see what was important. I couldn't understand what it meant to be someone who cared about other people who didn't include himself or his mother. I understand now what it feels like to be responsible for someone's death and even though, I didn't know Eddie. . .I still feel guilty."

"I could keep telling you that it wasn't your fault but I know you won't let it sink until you're ready to hear it and to believe it," Nancy said and squeezed his hand. "It took me a long time to get here but I don't regret sleeping with you that night. The only thing I'd do differently would be less of a dick to Barb and convince her to stay inside. I saw you, I talked to you, I liked you, and I wanted to fuck you so I did. She wouldn't have died if Brenner hadn't decided to play God. Eddie's death is on him, too."

"I'm sorry that I didn't get it before," Steve said.

"I hate this is how you had to understand it," Nancy said. "It still fucks me up sometimes but we were never the problem."

"If you had given me like one more day, I would have gone with you," Steve said. "I just one night without monster and secret labs. . .just one night to do something stupid."

"I mean, I get that now, too. I want more than anything to be a stupid teenager before I have to become a stupid adult," Nancy laughed and then she shook her head. "I think we already are adults, though."

"Yeah," Steve said softly and he paused. "Did you really think I was something special back then?"

"I saw someone trying to pretend like everything around him was normal," Nancy said. "You trying to be like everyone else. You were trying to pretend like the expectations of your "friends" didn't bother you. Everyone couldn't see it but I always saw King Steve as a mask and I was always so curious what was underneath it. And I always wondered about something else. . ."

"What?" Steve asked.

"Why everyone expected you to know everyone in school just because you were popular," Nancy said. "No ever looked at you as a person before."

"You did," Steve said.

"Yeah. You always understood it better than anyone how hard it was to be perfect," Nancy said. "In different ways, of course."

"Yeah," Steve said.

"I think what was missing back then," Nancy paused, squeezing his hand. "Was someone who lived outside of it all."

"Someone with an outsider's perspective," Steve smirked and Nancy laughed.

When Jonathan walked into the house and into the kitchen, they were still holding hands. Jonathan didn't comment on it. He set the bags on the counter.

"Okay, I got you the bloodiest steak they had and then I also got you a thing of pigs blood," Jonathan said. "I wasn't sure if it was the meat or the blood you were craving."

"Wondering if I'm also a vampire?" Steve asked.

"A little," Jonathan said, not looking at them.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked.

"They had rabbits," Jonathan said, his voice thick.

"Oh, Jonathan, I'm sorry. I didn't think about it when you volunteered to go to the butcher's," Nancy said and moving to his side.

"I mean. . .what if he had a family, you know? Like maybe he had a little brother or sister," Jonathan said. "Yeah, I didn't think about it either."

"You a fan of Thumper, too?" Steve asked, moving to his other side.

"Yeah," Jonathan said.

"Thanks, Nate, for doing this for me," Steve said, kissing his cheek.

"Uh, it's not a big deal," Jonathan said, blushing. "Nate?"

"Well, I figured a lot of people try to give you the nickname Jon or Johnny but isn't Nathan a part of your name. . .plus, Nate and Nancy? Pretty cute, huh?" Steve said, grinning at them.

Jonathan smiled widely, showing Steve his dimples. He leaned into Steve, pressing his cheek into his shoulder. God, he was cute. Steve wrapped his arm around Jonathan and squeezed him. He pulled away from Jonathan and fixed him a plate of eggs along with a cup of coffee. Jonathan blinked at him in surprise but took the cup and the plate before sitting down next to Nancy. Steve put the blood in the fridge, grabbed himself a plate with a bloody raw steak, added eggs to the side, fixed himself another cup of coffee, and sat down between the couple. He paused suddenly and looked at them.

"If this makes you uncomfortable, I can take this somewhere else," Steve said.

"Hey, no, I mean. . .it does but you shouldn't let that stop you from eating," Jonathan said.

"We want to eat with you, Steve," Nancy said.

Suddenly, Robin hopped into the kitchen, clean and wearing some of Steve’s clothes. Her hair was only slightly shorter.

"The eggs are probably cold but I don't care, there's still some left," Robin said. "And coffeeee."

"I forgot you were still here," Jonathan said blushing.

"Rude, but I'll forgive you because you're distracted," Robin smiled.

"You missed Steve giving Jonathan a cute little nickname," Nancy said.

"Ooh, do tell," Robin said as she sat down on Nancy's other side.

"Nate," Jonathan mumbled, looking bashful.

"Aww, Nate and Nancy," Robin cooed. "Yeah, no, that's adorable. Does that make you Nevets, Steve?"

"What?! No, why would it?" Steve said scrunching up his nose.

"It's your name backwards," Nancy laughed.

"Oh, yeah, no," Steve scoffed. "Steve is a nickname."

"What's on the agenda for today?" Robin asked. "Are we all supposed to be having another meeting in Hopper's cramped cabin? Also, Steve, who do you think needs to know about your condition?"

"Oh, yeah, speaking of that. I was going to ask you yesterday, Steve," Jonathan said. "But, uh, I got distracted by you - well, you know."

"By me growing a vagina? It's okay, Jonathan, you can say vagina," Steve said.

"Yes, asshole, I know I can say vagina," Jonathan snorted. "It's hell meeting in that cabin and I thought maybe, if you wanted to, we could start meeting here. But you don't have to!"

"Shit, I didn't think about that," Steve said. "Yeah, my house is bigger and no one would think to look for your sister here."

"I can call them. Have Mom and Hopper come over early if you want to tell them," Jonathan said.

"I mean they should probably know," Steve said.

"Did you get the other stuff?" Nancy asked Jonathan.

"Yes," Jonathan said.

"Other stuff?" Steve asked.

About an hour later, Steve found himself on the couch with Jonathan and Nancy. Jonathan had put a thermometer under his tongue.

"I hope that's not the ass thermometer," Robin quipped.

Steve's eyes widened and he snapped his head to look at Jonathan.

"No, no, it's not," Jonathan said and looked at it. "No, you're good."

Nancy was putting the blood pressure cuff around his arm when Robin let Joyce and Hopper in. They looked startled at the sight of Jonathan and Nancy on either side of Steve. Nancy was still checking his blood pressure. Jonathan pulled the thermometer out of Steve's mouth.

"98.6. Normal," Jonathan said and smirked. "Well at least your temperature is, anyway."

"Asshole," Steve snorted.

"Blood pressure is normal, too," Nancy said.

Nancy picked up her notebook off the table and began scribbling in it.

"There's a notebook for you, too," Jonathan said to Steve. "Nancy said you should monitor your symptoms when we're not around."

"What's going on?" Joyce asked frowning.

"Oh, I thought I was dying yesterday but I'm not and they want to make sure that I'm not," Steve said.

"It was fucking terrifying," Jonathan said. "We came to drop Robin off and we found Steve lying on the floor of his bathroom bleeding."

"What the hell happened?" Hopper asked, frowning.

"There was some developments with the bat bites," Nancy said.

"How so?" Joyce asked, looking at Steve in concern.

"I mean, the only thing you have to worry about is that I like my meat raw and bloody now. . .I don't think the rest is anything to worry about," Steve said. "I only want to bite Nancy and Jonathan a little bit. I don't want to eat them."

"What?!" Nancy and Jonathan exclaimed.

"Oh. . .did I not mention that?" Steve asked. "I was pretty sure that I did."

"No!" Nancy and Jonathan yelled, looking at him in disbelief.

"Jesus, do you want to bite anyone else?" Robin asked.

"No, just them," Steve said.

"Seems a little rude, but okay," Robin said, scoffing.

"Okay, what's the rest of it?" Hopper asked.

"Uh. . .," Steve said, suddenly bashful.

"What's the rest of it, kid?" Hopper said firmly. "We can't help you if we don't know everything."

"Well, the reason I was bleeding was because I started my period," Steve said. "And apparently, I grew a - "

"Lady pocket!" Robin jumped in.

"Robin!"

"Maybe you should stop letting me know how much you dislike it," Robin said.

"I have both sets of genitalia," Steve said, rolling his eyes at her.

"I'm sorry. . .what?!" Hopper asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Do you - do you really need us to repeat all that?" Jonathan asked.

"No, we heard you," Joyce said. "We're just processing. . .and it is a normal period?"

"Aside from the meat thing, it seems like it so far," Nancy said.

"And does it - does it have teeth?" Hopper asked.

"No!" Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and Steve yelled.

"We all can confirm that it doesn't," Jonathan said.

"Okay, can't blame me for asking," Hopper sighed, pinching his noise.

"What would you call it if it did have teeth?" Robin asked. "A demogina? A vagorgon?"

Nancy snorted with laughter, pressing a fist to her mouth and she shook her head at Robin.

"Stop it," Nancy told her.

"So, is that all?" Hopper asked. "You don't feel cold or someone else in your head?"

"No," Steve said.

"His temperature is still 98.6," Jonathan reminded him. "The only cold thing about him are his bat bite scars."

"But they've been like that," Steve said.

"Well, okay, do you need anything?" Joyce asked, trying not to smile.

"Got all the supplies I need," Steve smiled. "Thanks, Mrs. Byers."

"And the meat?" Hopper asked.

"I can take myself to the butchers," Steve said and Jonathan opened his mouth. "You shouldn't have to go there again. I don't like seeing you upset, Nate."

"Oh, no," Joyce gasped. "Rabbits?"

"Yeah," Jonathan winced.

"So, you're sure that there's nothing to worry about?" Hopper asked.

"I mean, we don't know for sure," Nancy said. "But we're going to keep an eye on him."

"Okay," Hopper sighed. "You sure you're okay, kid?"

"I mean, yeah, it could have been a lot worse," Steve said and paused. "There's something that I wanted to talk to you about. Jonathan and I were talking about it earlier. . ."

Joyce smiled and sat on the coffee table in front of them. She took Steve's hand and then Jonathan's hand.

"It's okay, no judgments here, especially in a time like this. I love you, Jonathan, and we like Steve, he's a great guy," Joyce said and then looked at Steve. "Do you need me to get you some birth control?"

"Jesus, I didn't even think about that," Hopper muttered.

"Uh, what?! No, I mean, eventually I'll probably need some but I'm good now," Steve said. "That's not what Jonathan and I were talking about."

"Oh," Joyce said awkwardly.

"You can let go of our hands now, Mom," Jonathan said in amusement.

"Right, sorry," Joyce said and Steve struggled not to laugh himself.

"Anyway, Jonathan asked if we could use my house for Party meetings since it's bigger," Steve said. "And it makes sense. It's hidden away by the trees and no one would come looking for El here."

Joyce and Hopper looked at each other for a moment as they thought about it. Steve looked at them hopefully and he suddenly realized how much he wanted them all to stay. It had been quite lonely since spring break and Robin could only stay over so many times before her parents started to worry.

"Are you sure?" Hopper asked.

"Yeah, my mom would love it. She got the house in the divorce and she would love it if the house was used for what it was bought for: filling it up with people. She always wanted a big family. My dad didn't let her do a lot of things she wanted to do with it. He's not coming back even after all of this is over so you don't have to worry about him. She was supposed to come back for spring break so we could celebrate the divorce," Steve said sniffling. "So, yeah, you can stay, too."

"You missing your mom?" Joyce asked with sympathy.

"Yeah, it's just - you know, hormones," Steve said.

Joyce got up and pulled Steve into her arms, hugging him tightly. He really didn't think he had been missing his mother all that much until he felt the touch from another mom and the dam broke with Steve letting out a heartbreaking sob. A part of him hoped that she was waiting for him on the other side of the quarantine gates and that she hadn't been swallowed up by the cracks in the earth. He tried not to think about all the awful things that happened over the years but as he cried, his thoughts turned dark. Everything hurt: his back, his stomach, and he could feel a migraine coming. Suddenly, Joyce placed a hand on the back of his head and began gently stroking his hair like his own mother used to do.

"We'll stay and make sure that your mom has a home to come back to," Joyce said and Steve relaxed in her arms, as her words soothed his soul like a hot cup of coffee. "It's okay."

Later that night, after Steve helped the Hoppers Byers clan settle in and cooked them a big meal to welcome them, he settled into his own room for the night. He felt relieved that there were other people here now, especially Jonathan, and he could feel the weight of loneliness leaving his shoulders. Steve had just slid into bed when there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in," Steve said and then he paused. "Wait. . .who is it?"

Nancy popped into the room and smiled with Jonathan following behind her.

"Hey," Nancy said.

"I thought you were going home after dropping Robin off," Steve said.

"I did for a little bit," Nancy said. "I just couldn't leave you. I want to make sure you're okay."

"And I guess you didn't want to miss me and Jonathan cuddling up in bed together," Steve said.

"Maybe," Nancy said.

"Are you sure about tomorrow, Steve?" Jonathan asked softly.

Steve made room for them both. Jonathan slid in next to him, already in the clothes he was going to sleep in. Meanwhile, Nancy was stripping herself of her clothing, wiggling out of her jeans and sweater. Steve watched as she undid her bra and tossed it with her other clothes on top of Steve’s dresser. She dug through his drawers and pulled out one of his old swim team shirts, the very same shirt that Nancy used to wear when they were together. She climbed in next to Steve and she looked expectantly at him.

"Well?" Nancy asked.

"Hmm?" Steve asked.

"Jonathan asked you a question," Nancy said.

"Oh," Steve blinked.

"It's okay, I did that with both of you," Nancy said, smirking.

"She knew what she was doing," Jonathan said and paused. "I asked if you were sure about tomorrow, Steve."

"Yeah, I don't know. I mean, who knows what's going to come out of those kids' mouths," Steve said. "I love Dustin but he can put his foot in his mouth sometimes. I don't doubt that he's going to be supportive though."

"Same with Mike," Nancy said.

"Lucas doesn't have quite the foot-in-mouth disease as the other two," Steve said. "But I think that Will and El probably will be quicker to accept it."

"I don't have any doubts about those two," Jonathan said and looked at Steve. "Hey, uh, I know it's your bed but would you mind if I slept in the middle?"

Steve grinned and turned to face Jonathan. He wrapped his arms around him and with Jonathan safely tucked in his arms, he flopped over with Jonathan now in the middle. Jonathan had let out a small shriek when he was lifted in the air and then a laugh when Steve giggled.

"There you go," Steve said and kissed his cheek.

"Asshole," Jonathan said and placed his arm on Steve's to keep them wrapped around his middle.

"Feeling much better since this morning?" Nancy asked.

"Definitely no longer down in the dumps," Steve said and nuzzled Jonathan.

He liked having Nancy and Jonathan in his bed with his arms around Jonathan while Nancy stroked his cheek. He didn't know what this was. . .they haven't really talked about it. . .just a lot of flirting between the three of them which Steve was enjoying.

"Just make sure that you write down how you feel in your journal, too," Nancy said.

"I love it when you tell me what to do," Steve sighed.

"Yeah?" Nancy smirked.

"We both like it when you get bossy," Jonathan said.

"Oh, well, then you two should kis - "

BANG! A loud clap of thunder sounded from outside, followed by red streaks of lightning. They all jumped but it was Steve who jumped out of bed.

"Fuck!" Steve yelled and he rushed to the window.

"What?! What did you see?!" Nancy yelled and he could feel them both at his back.

He could have sworn he had seen a pair of red eyes peeking through the window, a shadow with long dark hair, and what Steve thought were large wings at his back. He looked down below and he saw a human-sized creature scurrying back to the tree lines. The creature looked over his shoulder.

"Eddie."

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