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whoa, were going to ibiza! | buddy & monkey: double the trouble - pt. 2

well you guys have spoken and here is the second part as promised.

thanks to @alotofpockets and @lvnleah for helping me out along the way!

The day after the confrontation in the restaurant that led to you leaving and going back to the villa, the girls had all decided to go out and hire a boat for the day to enjoy the sun in Ibiza.

Despite the fact that you didn’t want to initially come on holiday, you can’t deny that you aren’t enjoying yourself while splashing around in the water with Grace.

“Aye, Monkey?” Grace calls over to get your attention.

“Yo, what’s up, Clinton Cards?” You turn to look at the older girl.

Grace frowns in confusion, "Wha... Anyways, do you wanna try and tip Lessi off her board with me? Are you up for it?" She questions.

You scoff in agreement, "Please, its' like you don't know me at all! Lets' do it!"

Mischievously, the pair of you approach the paddle board where Alesssia is minding her own business while lounging around and enjoying the Ibiza sun.

"Ready?" Grace checks with you.

You nod in agreement, "Ready."

Alessia catches the two of you and eyes you suspiciously, "What're you two up to?" She wonders.

Grace shrugs her shoulders nonchalant, resting her arms on the side of the paddleboard, "Nothing... Ya know, just chilling! Right, Monkey?"

Your grin is mischievous, but mirrors Graces' innocent tone, "Yus, totally just enjoyin' the water, innit." You state.

"Really? I'm not buying that," Alessia narrows her eyebrow and continues to look at the two of you, "You two definitely look like you're planning something."

Grace starts to give you a subtle look, with the silent understanding between you both as you start to move closer towards the blonde, trying to uphold the innocent act.

"Who, us?" Grace asks, fauxing a gasp with her Scouse accent evident, "We wouldn't dream of it."

"You two are up to no good, I can tell," Alessia rolls her eyes, but can't help to suppress a smile.

With a swift and coordinated movement, you and Grace move to both reach to hold onto one side of the paddleboard each.

"Hi Butterfingers!" You grin wickedly at the blonde, "Bye butterfingers!"

Alessia's eyes widen in realisation, "Monkey, no--" Before she can even finish her protests, she's completely thrown off the board.

"Hey!" Alessia yells in a panic, plunging her into the water as she comes up spluttering for water, "You pair, you little-- I knew you were up to no good!"

Both yourself and Grace can't help burst into laughter while Alessia retaliates back by splashing the two of them, before long the three of you start to get involved in a water fight, not long until Ella and Anna decide to join in as well.

"I'm going to get you both back for that!" Alessia states, lunging towards you, while you duck under the water to escape.

"Heeeeeelp me! Heeeeelp! Lessi's gonna kill me!" You squeal, jumping up onto the decking and trying to bolt from the blonde, whos' hot on your tail, "Save me from Butter fingers!"

Overhearing the commotion, Jordan is curious to find out what is going on as she's taken by surprise by you bolting right towards her soaking wet from the water, "What's goin' on?"

"Shes' trying to kill meeeeee!" You screech aloud, doing no more than jumping right onto Jordan who's left in shock at the sudden change of emotions towards her.

The older woman chuckles in amusement, "Enjoyin' yourself, little one?" She questions, glad to see a smile on your face and that you are somewhat happy now.

Freezing at these words, it’s like the simple old familiar nickname made you snap in the sudden realisation that Jordan isn't the person you're supposed to run to at the minute, in fact the older woman is the one that you hold a sense of resentment for.

So with that being said, you scramble up from her lap and walk slowly backwards towards the edge of the deck, "Oh... Uh yeah, uh buh-bye!"

"Monkey... You okay, little one?" Jordan wonders, concerned at your abrupt change of mood.

Grace comes up from behind you and can sense the tension in the air between the two of you, slightly pushing you so you fall back into the water, “Whoops. Didn’t mean to make you slip.” She grins and dives back into the water after you.

"Did we... Did we just have a moment? Was that a breakthrough?" Jordan thinks to herself, trying not to spiral in her own thoughts and get too hopeful about things.

"She'll come round Jord, just give her time," Beth reassures her friend, patting her on the shoulder as she knows she must be finding this difficult.

"You alright, Jords?" Katie approaches, seeing the way that her best mate looks so upset about things.

Jordan exhales a deep sigh and nods slightly, "I... I guess so mate.”

"It's still gettin' to you, huh?" Katie questions, knowingly as she moves to sit beside her friend.

"Yeah... I mean, I thought we had a breakthrough there," Jordan admits, slumping her shoulders.

Katie hums in agreement, "Oh, I see..."

What neither Jordan or Katie realise is that you have gotten out the water again needing a drink and you end up overhearing the conversation between the two of them and you can’t help but want to listen in.

"I know Beth says to give her time to come around but this resentment hurts,” Jordan admits, hanging her head low as she exhales another sigh, “Especially when it's my own kid that is rejecting me in the way that she is.” She adds.

"She will come around though, Jord,” Katie reassures her friend in a gentle tone, “You just have to keep showing up for her like you are.”

You can’t help but think about the truth behind the words, you really have been so awful to Jordan this whole time, but for what reason?

Thinking about it more, there isn’t a reason.

The woman has been there for you throughout, regardless of the fact that you had been so horrible and tried to push her away. Jordan has always shown up even after she moved– She was still always trying to be there for you.

You were just too stubborn to realise it.

“Jordy,” You approach the two of them as you give them a shy look, “I�� I’m sorry. I have been horrible for no reason.”

“That’s my queue to leave you pair to talk,” Katie smiles at her friend, patting Jordan on her shoulder before she stands up, ruffling your hair and walking away to give you both the space to talk.

“You okay, kid?” Jordan begins the conversation noting your apprehension to say anything at the minute, “Do you want to come sit down?” She offers.

You're hesitant to agree but regardless you still move to perch beside her, “Um, I… I wanted to say sorry, uh again.”

“It’s okay kid,” Jordan tells you smiling at you sympathetically, “You don’t need to apologise. I can understand that it has been tough to be here.” She adds.

Shaking your head in disagreement, you need to try and get the words out, “No, no, I do need too… I do need to say sorry cos’ I’ve been completely horrible to you for no reason at all.” You tell her, feeling guilty about the way you’ve been behaving towards her.

The older woman smiles sympathetically, “You had your reasons though, kid.”

“I didn’t have a reason to be so horrible though, I was angry and lashing out… And I miss Le,” You tell her honestly, “All I’ve ever known is you both… and you… you left to go to Aston Villa and I was so upset about that, so I hung onto the idea of resenting you and trying to push you away, but despite me being the way I was, you always came back... " You pause as you peer up to stop the tears escaping your eyes, "You've still always been there, you've shown up when you didn't need too cos' you're my Mama and that's what you do."

You’ve never actually openly called either Jordan or Leah your mums’ apart from when you have been upset or tired, but they are the closest people to that right now, so it feels right to call her that.

Jordan is your Mama, regardless of blood or not.

"Of course I'm always gonna show up for you... little one," Jordan lets' the word slip out of her mouth like an old familiar pattern as you lunge into her arms and wraps your arms around her, "I know things have been hard to handle, but regardless of wherever I am, I will always still love you so much, okay? Nothing about that will ever change!"

"You... You promise?" You start to sob into Jordan's shoulder.

Jordan smiles and holds you tighter in her arms, "I promise, little one. I'm only ever one phone call away, alright? You and Buddy are 2 of the most important people in my life!"

"Love you Jordy," You murmur, resting her head on the older woman's shoulder, “I need at least one fun parent in my life cos’ Le is stricter than ever sometimes. You get high one time and suddenly it’s this huge deal, I totally didn’t deserve to even be grounded!”

Jordan chuckles in amusement and shakes her head, “I can be the fun one as long as you don’t completely push it, eh?” She jokes, ruffling her hair.

“Deal,” You grin satisfied with that answer.

“Oi, you pair!” Beth calls out to break up the conversation from where she is standing, “I hate to interrupt the moment, but we’re heading to the club soon. Better get ready!”

“Yeah we’re comin’ now,” Jordan replies to the blonde, shaking her head, “Way to ruin the moment Beth.” She speaks, loud enough for you both to hear.

You can’t help but giggle in response, “That’s what Beefy does,” You tell her, using the nickname you’d come up with for the blonde woman.

Jordan chuckles in amusement as she shifts you off her lap so she can stand up, “Ready to go, little one?” She asks, looking at you.

“I’m ready to danceeeeee!” You exclaim, jumping up from where you sat so you can go off and get ready to head to the club.

“Yo this is so sick!” You scream, bouncing around to the live DJ set currently going on, the lights are vibrant and the atmosphere is great.

“Ain’t it just!” Grace shouts back in response.

“Ay kid, you got some moves!” Ella notes, beaming a wide smile as she watches you have a wail of a time with the rest of them.

You’re feeling in a better mood now you’ve made up with Jordan and talked about things, but there was still one person you were still not so keen to be near right now.

Katie,

You’ve been avoiding going near her with the words still sticking in your head.

“Hey, kid,” Speak of the devil, the Irish girl approaches you cautiously, “You and me cool again, now? I didn’t mean to upset you,” She wonders.

You bite your bottom lip anxiously and try to back up, “Yeah well you did.”

“Kid, I’m sorry. Come on…” Katie states, trying to not groan in annoyance at your stubbornness, “You’re not one to hold a grudge, are you?”

Scoffing in disagreement, you look at the brunette, “Really? You clearly don’t know me that well then, Leprechaun.”

“Leprechaun, really?” Katie looks slightly offended with the nickname you had given her.

“Suits yer’ doesn’t it?” You smirk at the older girl.

“Ay, Monkey!” You spin around to look at Alessia who’s shouted over to get your attention, “Come and dance with us!” You're somewhat grateful she’s called you over, at least it’s an attempt to get away from this conversation.

“Sure thing, comin’ now!” Just like that, you head over to the blonde, who’s dancing with Ella and Anna, “Partyyyyy!” You shout, grinning to yourself.

“You’re gonna have to work harder than that, Katie, to get her to forgive you for what she said,” Viv states, watching the engagement between the two of you, “You should know that Monkey’s stubborn when she wants to be.”

“Kids’ stubborn as hell,” Katie grumbles in response.

“Yep,” Beth chuckles in agreement.

Katie watches you dance with some of the girls and she can’t help but feel further guilt about the words that she said as Jordan approaches her and pats her on the back reassuringly, “Just give her some time and she’ll come around,” She repeats the words she had been told earlier on to her best friend.

Despite the remaining tension between you and the Irish woman, you try to forget that by letting yourself enjoy the music and dance with your friends, feeling the weight of the last few days lift off your shoulders as Alessia twirls you around.

“See? Told you that dancing would make you feel better!” The blonde grins as you both dance.

“Yeah, you’re right, Lessi. This is awesome!” Your enjoying yourself and having fun when you feel your phone start to vibrate in your pocket which pulls your attention away when you see who it is, “Oh, hold on. Malfoy’s calling me. I’ll be back!” Trying to find a more quiet area is a bit of a challenge in such a busy place, but you’re keen to be able to talk to her.

“You alright, little one?” Jordan wonders, noting you walk away from the group.

You nod in response, “Yeah, Le’s callin’ me so I’m just gonna go and take it.”

“Alright, don’t wander off too far,” Jordan tells you, ruffling your hair much to your annoyance.

“Jord,” You grumble and attempt to dip under her arm as you swipe to answer, “Ello? New phone, who dis’?” You can’t help but playfully joke with the woman on the other end of the phone.

There's a short gasp on the other side of the phone, “Oh, you’ve been on holiday for a few days and you’ve already forgotten about me?” She jokes, pretending to act hurt, “I see where I stand, Menace.”

“Ha, fooled ya!” You exclaim just as playful, “Ello’ Malfoy! I’m missin’ youuuuu!” You tell her.

“Well you sound like you’re in a good mood,” Leah picks up on your playful mood to be a good sign on the other end of the phone, “I guess that you and Jord are speaking now?” She asks.

“Oh yeah, we’re good! We spoke and stuff, things are like chill now,” You tell the blonde, honestly.

“Really? I’m glad to hear that,” Leah replies on the other end of the phone, “So, you’re enjoying your time away now then?”

“Yep, yep, well I had an argument with Katie, so uh… Things are a bit distant now,” You admit to her, scratching the back of your neck slightly.

“You argued with Katie?” Leah questions, confused, “About what?”

You are a bit apprehensive to tell her what had happened because she can be a bit protective at times, “Oh, well uh, she brought things up from the past.”

“Like what?” Leah asks, curiously.

“Well, she said something along the lines of my mum and dad abandoning me–” You don’t get a chance to finish your sentence before she’s cut you off.

“She did what?!” The blonde shouts aloud in anger.

You wince slightly and pull the phone away to spare your own ears from going deaf, “Le, man. Calm down.”

“She has no right to say those things, no right at all. That is completely out of order for her to say that!” Leah’s off ranting in anger and you can’t get a word in edgeways, “No right at all!”

“Le, it’s fine… Calm down, honestly, it’s fine,” You tell her, trying to get the blonde to cool her temper down ever so slightly, even though you’re definitely not okay still, “You’re more upset about this than I am.” You try and joke to make the situation light.

“Yes, I am mad. I… I can’t believe she would– How could she say… Why would she say that?” Leah continues to rant down your ear, feeling angry about the whole ordeal, “I hope that Jordan said something to her!” She turns her attention to mention her ex girlfriend.

“Um, I think so?” You tell her, narrowing her eyebrows, “I’m just trying to keep my distance right now.” You admit to the blonde, trying to diffuse the situation.

You can tell Leah is mad right now, probably so mad that she would get in a cab to come and speak with the Irish brunette herself, but that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

You don’t want a fight.

Leah on the other end of the phone probably does, “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Monkey. I can’t believe she said those things to you!” You can tell that she’s trying to control her emotions, “I swear when I see her– I have a good mind to get in a cab and…”

“I know, but I’m okay, Le. Honestly,” You try and keep the blonde from getting in a cab right there and then, “You don’t need to come here, it’s fine!” You tell her.

There’s a sigh on the other end of the phone, “You’re sure?” She asks.

“Mhm, I’m doin’ alright, I just… I miss you,” You admit to her, honestly.

“I miss you too, my cheeky Monkey,” Leah is quick to reply back in agreement, “It won’t be long until you’re home next week.” She adds.

“And then we can go and buy more Lego?” You wonder, cheekily.

“I don’t know about that now,” The blonde laughs on the other end of the phone, “I’m glad you’re back on good terms with Jord again.”

You hum in agreement, “Yeah, me too.”

“She loves you just as much as she loves Buddy,” Leah tells you, honestly and it makes you smile automatically, “As far as we’re both concerned, you’re our kid, okay?”

“I… Uh, okay,” You’re lost for words, you never know how to respond to words like that.

“Monkey! Are you coming to dance?” You hear Ella shout out to get your attention from where you stand chatting to Leah on the phone.

Whipping your head around, you look over to where the brunette is standing with Alessia, “Be there in a minute, hold on!” You tell before you turn your attention back to the phone call, “Le, I gotta go. I wanna dance!”

“Oh sounds like fun, don’t let me stop you,” Leah let out a laugh on the other side of the phone, “Don’t get falling asleep now.” She teases.

“Seriously? I can’t help it when I’m tired. I gotta go anyway.” You whine in disagreement as you huff as you realise one thing.

You had called Jordan your Mama, but you’re yet to actually call Leah your Mum.

They have both been there for you more than anyone, it doesn’t feel right to call one without the other.

“You know I’m only messing with you,” Leah laughs at her own expense, “Go off and have fun!”

“I will, I will! I’m gonna go now anyways, so buh-bye Mum, love you!” You say without even thinking twice about it.

Leah quietly gasps on the other end of the phone, "I… I love you too, my girl. Have fun!" You hang the phone up on your end none the wiser that on the other end of the phone, the blonde starts sobbing as all her friends rally round to find out what the matter is.

"Le, what's wrong?" Keira questions, concerned.

"Has something happened with Monkey?" Holly chimes in, concerned.

"What's going on?" Alex is concerned with the blonde's tears.

"Monkey just called me mum," Leah states, tearfully smiling as she tells her friends, "My girl just called me mum!"

The rest of your holiday in Ibiza has been fun and before you knew it, it's soon coming to an end and you're due to fly back to London along with the girls, other than Katie, who is taking another flight to Paris to support Caitlin in the Olympics.

You wish you could go out there and support Kyra, but you have to get back to training.

"Flights' boarding soon, kid,” Jordan pulls you out of your thoughts, standing up in front of you.

You nod briefly and keep your attention to your phone in your hand, "Okay.”

In your defence, you would be more enthusiastic about it if it wasn’t for the early time that you’re at the airport.

Why is it that every time you fly, all the flights are super early in the morning? It completely sucks waking up early enough to be dragged to an airport.

"Have you thought about who you want to sit beside on the plane?" Jordan questions.

"Nope," You tell her, trying to fight to keep your eyes awake even though you’re incredibly tired.

That’s what sleep deprivation does to you, such fun.

"Well there's still time to decide I guess,” Jordan frowns as she ruffles your hair, which just annoys you but of course you’re too tired to care, “Do you want to go and have a look in the shop and see if there's anything you like in there?"

"Sure,” You agree, shrugging your shoulders and standing up from your seat, “Can I get an energy drink?” You try your luck here, you might be able to get away with it a lot better with Jordan at least.

“Nice try, I know you’re banned from drinking those,” Jordan shakes her head in disagreement, resting her hand on your back as you start to walk towards the shop.

As you walk towards the duty free section in the airport, you overhear the announcement for Katie's flight to Paris.

"Wait, wait," With that, you turn back to bolt over to Katie, who's just about to head to her gate, "Leprechaun, wait!" You shout aloud to stop her from walking any further.

"Wha... Do you have to insist on calling me that, Monkey?" Katie's words are thrown aside as you throw your arms around her in a tight hug, "Uh, what's all this about?"

"I... I don't want you to leave when you think I'm mad at you cos' I'm not anymore... I forgive you!" You exclaim, peering up to look at her with your arms still wrapped around her.

Katie starts to smile at your words, “You do? Listen kid, I'm sorry for what I said, I didn't think about it properly," She tells you honestly, “I am sorry.” She repeats.

"It's alright," You shrug your shoulders.

Jordan catches up to you both and glances between the two of you, "Everythin' alright here?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're good," You tell her, nodding in agreement.

"Right, I gotta catch my flight or I'm gonna miss it," Katie realises as she hears her flight number get called out again, “You gotta let go, shorty.” She jokes, ruffling your hair.

You're too tired to even care about her messing it up right now, but you had to make sure you spoke to her before she flew to Paris.

"Have a safe flight, mate. Tell Caitlin that we said hi and good luck as well!" Jordan states, enveloping her best friend in a warm hug.

Katie returns the hug and smiles at Jordan, "I will do, thanks mate. I hope you guys have a safe flight back to London as well!" She tells you both, “Stay out of trouble, Monkey.” She jokes.

"Bye, Leprechaun!" You hug the woman tightly again before she heads off to her gate, "Okay, now can we go and check out the lego before we catch our flight?" You wonder.

Jordan chuckles and wraps her arm around your shoulder, "Course we can, that was mature of you to do. I'm proud of you, little one." She tells you, honestly.

You all but drag Jordan into the shop as soon as you set your eyes on a new lego set, it's one you've been wanting for a while and you're ecstatic to see it there in sight, "Ohhhhhh my gawd!"

If you weren’t awake before then you definitely are now.

Lego is love, lego is life!

Jordan however doesn’t understand your urgency or excitement as you’re rushing towards it, "Wha... Aye, kid. Slow down-- Where are you off?"

"Looky, looky! They have it, they have it. I neeeeeed to get it!" You bounce up and down on your toes and point with your index finger to the lego set in front of you.

"The lego car?" Jordan looks at you gone out.

"Pleaseeeeee, it's not just any lego car. It's the Lego Technic 42160 Audi RS Q e-tron Remote Control Car Toy," You don't care if you sound like a complete nerd, you absolutely do need it, "I need it, I do! I do!"

"You don't say," Jordan chuckles, amused by your knowledge.

You stare at it in complete awe, "I've been wantin' to get this for ages, but mean Malfoy said no last time because I spent all my monthly allowance-- I need to get it so much!" You all but tell her, wanting that right now more than anything.

“Alright then,” Jordan nods as she looks over it, “Well go ahead, pick it up then and we’ll get it.”

You spin your head around to look at her in shock, “Wait, what?” You’re not sure if you heard it right.

“I’ll buy it for you,” Jordan tells you, laughing in amusement at your shocked face.

“You will?!” You stare at her with wide eyes, “No way!” You exclaim in excitement, your inner childlike happiness coming out when it comes to Lego.

“Yeah, it’s my treat,” The older woman agrees with you, glad to see you look so happy once again.

You grin and eagerly pick one up, “"Yeeees, thanks Jordy. I love youuuuuu!"

"I love you too, little one. C'mon let's go and pay for it then," Jordan chuckles, heading over to purchase your new toy which you can't wait to set up the minute that you get home, before you head to meet the rest of the girls.

"Whatcha got there, Monkey?" Ella wonders, spotting you practically running back to them.

"New LEGO! Looky, check it out!" You are excited enough to show it off to anyone who cares.

"Wow, that looks cool!" Vic admires it.

You grin in agreement, "Don't it just?"

"You've gone and spoiled her already? That didn't take long, Jord," Beth jokes with her friend.

"It's just one thing, it's not a big deal," Jordan rolls her eyes and shakes her head, "The kid deserves it, don't she?"

"You're too soft, you know she has an obsession with Lego, right? Leahs' house has more lego house in it than she knows what to do with it,"

"Then I'm sure she'll be thrilled for something else," Jordan remarks, smirking as she takes in the joy on your face with your new remote control car, "Look how happy she looks!" She adds.

"Mhm, I do have to admit that she does seem happy," Beth replies in agreement, "I'm glad you have both made up, Monkey does need you despite how stubborn she is."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm glad we've made up too," Jordan tells her, looking over at you and smiles, "I love that kid so much ever since she came into our lives, it broke my heart for her to be so cold and distant towards me."

Soon enough, your flight is called and of course you board the flight with your new remote control in hand, because you're not in any type of rush to lose it.

And much to Jordan's own surprise, it's her that you sit beside on the plane back to London.

Although she does start to dread it ever so slightly when you yap in her ear the whole time, but despite that, she's just glad you're both on good terms again.

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katyawriteswhump · 7 months

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the power of love, part 11 (steddie, steve whump fic, stobin)

Alternate ending S4: Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 12 Part 13

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Steve POV

1978—Lover’s Lake

Steve sinks, pulls upward with all he’s got left. He bursts through the surface, screaming: “Dad! Mom! Dad? I’m… lost… Heeeelp!”

The dark waters close seamlessly above his head.

His panic dies quickly, along with the burning pressure in his chest. He sees a swimmer approaching across the depths, like a light rippling through gloom. Their face is kind and strange—he can’t tell if they’re young or really old, or a guy or girl.

“Not yet,” they say. Their arms fold around him, and he’s calm and he isn’t cold.

Until he is.

A thousand icy needles jab at his skin, and he whimpers at the sensation of being dragged, carried. Voices shout in harsh, frightening tones, and then…

Apart from in his dreams, he doesn’t see THEM again for another seven years.

“Who do you work for?” demands that Soviet son-of-a-bitch, for the billionth time.

Steve is tied up, bloodied, not sure if he’s laughing or crying. He’s sure as heck losing his mind, and… wtf?

The other Soviet bastard raises his hand.

“Oh, come on! No, no, no, seriously?”

Steve doesn’t see the blow coming. Pain flashes up and darkness slams down—the darkness of blood, a rising, relentless tide. It washes him back into that calm place, and all his panic and pain float away.

He sees THEM again, in the fearless dark.

“Still not yet,” they whisper.

The echoes hook him back. It’s Robin: “Help, heeeeelp!”

Oh yeah, they’ve been captured by the Soviets.

“My ears are ringing,” he tells her, “I can’t properly breathe, and I feel like my eyes’s about to pop out of my skull. Apart from that, I’m doing pretty good.”

He shouldn’t be, though. If there wasn’t so much else to be shitting himself about, he’d be yelling it loud enough to deafen them both. After that mauling from Hargrove, the doctor’s warning had been brutal. Any more head trauma, and he might have a stroke, a brain bleed, go blind, deaf, lose his memory, go mad. He could even die. He should be dead now, right?

Then it all gets even whackier.

A blue tide rushes through the Soviet base. He yells for Robin, but everything’s already obliterated. The waters carry him along, limbs flailing free, no longer hurting, not even so scared. He knows it’s THEM, although this tsunami isn’t gentle. It’s Niagara levels of powerful and near as water can get to fire and fury.

“You’ll know,” they tell him. “You’ll know when it’s time to come home.”

Then he’s back in the present, slowly waking up.

He figures he’s been dreaming. Yeah, about those evil Soviets, and about… stuff that didn’t happen. Where the hell did that flood and fire crap come from?

“You’ll know when it’s time to come home.”

It’s deeply freaky, and he hates it. And Jesus Christ, why is his shoulder a screaming mess of pain? He opens his eyes.

“Robin?” She’s in her usual spot, sitting on the edge of his bunk.

“Steve? Oh, thank God!”

“What happened this time? I’m so sick of…” He raises his head, flops it back again. There’s a bone-deep ache through his neck and both his arms. His wrists feel mangled. “Shit! Somebody was coming! Did they… Where’s Eddie?”

She puffs through her nostrils. “It’s okay. It was Hopper and El.”

Yeah, that makes some sorta sense. Hopper and Eleven were on the run too, after all. “Where’s Eddie? Is he all right?”

“Don’t ask me. Not spoken to him since he left you unconscious, hanging by one wrist. What was he even thinking?”

Blood rushes to Steve’s face. “That wasn’t entirely his fault. Honestly, I… uh…”

“I don’t care if you begged him on one knee! It was utterly moronic.”

“Listen, I was a moron too—it was matching moronic-ness. We were fooling around, and… Look, I passed out after he left to warn you. Before that, I basically forced him to go.”

“Forced him while roped up? You get yet another pass, Dingus. It’s gonna take a short-to-medium-length Ice Age for him to earn the same.”

Steve sighs hard. He’ll talk her around when he’s gotten the energy.

“Steve, can I ask you something?” She picks at the last flakes of that nail polish..

“If I said ‘no,’ would it make any difference?”

“Do you know anything about the fantastically random rainstorm last night?”

“About the whut?”

His mind starts racing, in sync with his pulse. Trouble is, he’s beginning to get it. He knows that they—that thing in Lover’s Lake—saved his life. More than once. He still hasn’t got a clue about the rain. Or has he?

You freaked out last night, and thunder clouds hijacked your brain.

“Steve? You okay?”

“Jesus, I’m…” Nope, still not great. He slowly sits up. Under the blanket, he’s shirtless. He catches his left arm with his right, cradling it.

“Does your shoulder hurt bad?”

“No, Robin. It’s just randomly gone purple. Gonna be pitching for the Hoosiers this weekend for sure.” He notices one of his wrists is bandaged. “Got any of those left? Guess I’ll need a sling or something.”

“Yeah, I tried the lake water trick. Not much happened this time. On the other hand, Hopper said it was a miracle you didn’t dislocate it, so… I’ll, uh, go get him. He’s got a ton of fresh supplies."

She goes, and Steve painfully eases his way into a clean shirt. It turns out to be another Hellfire Club one, which Eddie brought back from his meet at Skull Rock. Oh genius, Henderson, just brilliant! Get Eddie and me walking around with targets painted on our chests, why don’t you? Worse, I’m gonna look like a nerd. With TERRIBLE HAIR. The effort of getting his sweater on over it all, literally brings tears to his eyes.

Then he sits up straight, on the edge of the bunk. He supports his bad arm, while forcing his features into his best ‘don’t-give-a-damn’ mask.

When Hopper stoops under the door of the bunkroom, Steve’s jaw drops anyhow. He barely recognises the guy. Uh… wow? He’s not wearing a police uniform, but he still looks in goddamn charge, with an Indiana-Jones style hat that screams authority. He’s even gotten his hands on what looks like a police-issue firearm, in a halter at his side.

“Hey,” says Hopper. “You got yourself pretty beat up again, huh?”

“My shoulder hurts,” he whispers. It comes out so humiliatingly shakily, that when Hopper takes off his hat and sits down beside him, Steve looks away sharply. Oh, for Christ’s sake! He sniffs, dabs his eyes, pulls himself together. “It’s not so bad,” he mumbles.

“Yeah? You got tough joints, kid.”

Steve bites his lip to the point of pain.

Hopper’s brought a first-aid kit, and he fashions a sling for him. As he does, he fills Steve in on a few more details of how the hell he came back from the dead. Also, about what’s been going on in Hawkins, which is basically under military occupation. He ties the sling behind Steve’s neck, squeezes his good shoulder. “You take it easy. Sun’s up and we’ll be off in a few minutes.”

Hopper heads out. Steve scowls at his back.

He ought to be relieved Hopper’s here. Admittedly, he’s been a total flop at taking care of himself and the others. Which only makes him more pissed with Hopper. How could somebody go through that in a Soviet gulag, win a wrestling match with demo-gorgons, and still come out alive, swinging, and the toughest dude in the state?

He gets his sneakers on and staggers as far as the door. Robin is loading the remnants of their supplies into an armoured Humvee, painted in military khaki and spattered with mud. Hopper’s fiddling under the hood, and Eleven hovers nearby. She gives Steve a sort-of smile, which he returns, while seething,

That sick son-of-a-bitch Brenner took her hair again?

“Where’s Eddie?” he asks, stepping further out, while fighting a wave of dizziness.

“Skulking,” calls Eddie, sloping out from some hiding spot. Robin folds her arms and stomps away. Steve squelches across the sticky ground toward Eddie. He looks so forlorn—hair flattened like a soggy puppy’s—that Steve can’t help grinning.

“Sorry,” mouths Steve. “Sucky timing, huh?”

Eddie pulls a silly face, which doesn’t reach his pink eyes. Steve edges closer. Eddie shuffles back, looking genuinely spooked, which sends Steve’s mood into free-fall.

He sits down heavily on Eddie’s empty beer-crate and nods at the Humvee. “You guys stole that baby?”

“Had to get around the roadblocks somehow,” says Hopper. “That rain churned up a ton of mud. It’s gonna slow them down, but it’s gonna slow us down too. We gotta move.”

“We? Why are we all going?” Steve hates this idea. Even more than he hates how he’s defaulting to surly teenager mode. He wonders—not for the first time though not for the billionth—if his actual parents have given him up for dead. “Don’t wanna seem ungrateful, Chief, but I really don’t feel like a road trip.”

“O’Sullivan has torn Hawkins apart, searching for El. Next, he’s gonna have the army sweep this whole area. You won’t stand a chance.”

“Can’t we go back to those caves?” Steve mumbles toward his mud-flecked sneakers.

“When they find you,” says Hopper, “best-case scenario—they hand Munson here over the police, or the cronies who count for it these days. Worst case-scenario? O’Sullivan keeps hold of him, as well as you.”

“Why the heck would some army guy be interested in me?”

He senses Hopper close in. “You signed the NDAs, Steve. They know YOU know about Eleven. They’ve interrogated Joyce and Jonathan, but there’s only so much they can do with people they can’t easily ‘disappear.’ If they think you’ve got intel as to her whereabouts… You get where I’m going with this?”

“So what?” Steve can’t look up. Like before, he can’t let Hopper see. “W-won’t be the first time I’ve been tortured.”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry, kid. But tough talk ain’t gonna save you.”

“They kill people,” says Eleven. “I didn’t want to run, to leave Mike. To leave Max.” She sounds so very sad. “We had no choice.”

“I honestly don’t think we have much choice either, Steve,” says Robin, emerging from the cabin behind with the blankets. “Hop’s got more bottled water from Lover’s Lake in the truck. If you get sick or hurt, it could help.”

On being reminded of all that shit, Steve rubs his face, groans.

“We gonna talk about that now?” asks Eddie. “You know, the ginormous, soggy elephant spouting water out of its trunk? The one giving Steve buffed-to-the-max powers?”

“Powers?” Steve’s forced laugh comes out way too loud. “El can throw cars around with her mind, rip holes in dimensions. I can heal stuff. A bit. Then I pass out for half a day. It’s pointless.”

“Neeeewsflash,” sings Eddie. “You brought me back from the dead. Not pointless, I hope.”

Steve laughs again, totally hollow. What Eddie says feels fake, somehow. Was that even really him, or… Ugh, his head is too muddled.

“Using my powers tires me out too,” adds Eleven.

“Uh, hello? Can we please discuss the super-magical weather?” Having flung the bedding in the Humvee, Robin flings her arms toward the skies. “Twice, we were in danger. Twice, Steve rearranged the heavens to cover our sorry asses.”

Steve huffs: “Robin, I have no control over—"

“You have to learn control,” says Eleven.

“We can talk about this on the journey.” Hopper takes Steve by the elbow. He urges him to his feet, finally forcing Steve to slam him with a full-on glare. “C’mon, get in.”

Part 12

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The Saga of Meatball the snake, Chapter One

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“OMINIS!”

Ominis turned towards the sound of the voice disrupting his stroll around the garden. He was fairly certain it was Melody Carlisle, the new girl Sebastian was enamored with.

“Yes?”

“Help!”

His eyes widened. Was that…?

“HEEEEELP!”

That was parseltongue. The sound got louder as Melody approached. “You speak parseltongue, right?”

“How did you- never mind, I already know the answer.” He said with a disgusted sigh.

“Let me out!”

“Melody…do you have a snake?”

“Yes! I found him in the forbidden forest. He looks like he’s been stepped on. I’ve got him in my bag. Can you help him? I don’t know if he understood me, but I said ‘don’t worry little buddy! I know someone who can help!”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Tell him I’m just trying to help him!”

“I can try. Set the bag down. Unzip it, you’re not giving him any air.”

“I didn’t want him to escape! Also, he’s kind of bitey.”

“Of course he tried to bite you! He’s injured and scared and a human shoved him in a bag!”

Melody sat the bag down and Ominis knelt beside it.

“Hello.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? Are you a human?”

“Yes, My name is Ominis. And you are?”

“I don’t have a name. Where am I?”

“My friend said you’d been trampled by a unicorn. She put you in her bag and brought you to me since I speak parseltongue.”

“Please help. It hurts. I don’t want to be in here!”

“Alright, I’m going to open the bag to let you out. Please don’t bite, I know you’re scared, but we’re going to help you.”

“Alright. I trust you, you speak my language. Not the grabby one.”

“Thank you. I’m going to open the bag and you’ll have to slither up my arm. I’m afraid I won’t be able to see you, I’m blind.”

“Humans can be blind?”

“Unfortunately. Come on, you’re alright.”

“Would you care to include me in the conversation?” Melody asked.

“He wants me to help him, not the grabby girl that shoved him in a bag.”

Ominis unzipped the bag and felt a snake, much larger than he expected, begin slithering up his arm.

“You’re quite a large snake.”

“That’s not very polite.”

“Apologies. I just meant that I was surprised my friend would pick you up. Most girls are afraid of snakes.”

“She said I was a cute little scaley baby. It was humiliating.”

“Of course she did. She’s a kind person, she just gets carried away sometimes.”

Ominis pulled out his wand and muttered a healing spell over the snake.

“You healed me! I’m in your debt. Thank you.”

“Don’t be silly, I was glad to help. Shall we return you to the forest?”

“Too dangerous. May I stay with you? It’s comforting to speak to someone in my language.”

“Of course.”

“Did you heal him?” Melody asked.

“Yes. He wants to stay with me.”

“Oh, nice! Now you’ve got a pet! What are you going to name him? I guess now you have to get some supplies for him. Oh! Do you want to go to Brood and Peck?”

“Um, I suppose I do need some supplies. I’ve never been to Brood and Peck. Where is it?”

“I’ll show you! Could you ask him if he’d mind if I pet him?”

“She wants to know if she can pet you.”

“Yes, I heard her. I suppose.”

“Oh! He understand English.” Ominis said with a smile.

“Of course I do, I’m not an idiot.” He felt the snake slither down his arm. He jumped when Melody grabbed his hand.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you. I was giving him a bridge to come across.” He felt the snake leave his arm and she let go of his hand.

“I suppose this one helped me as well. What is she called?”

“Melody.”

“What?” She asked.

“Sorry, he was asking what your name was.”

“Oh! Hello. I’m Melody. I apologize for earlier. I had to get you to Ominis and I didn’t want you to bite me.”

“It’s alright. I like this one.”

“He said it’s alright and he likes you.”

“Aw! I like you too!” She stroked the snake’s large head. “Do you have a name?”

“He doesn’t.”

“William Snakespeare.”

“What? No.”

“Snake Gyllenhal? David Hisselhoff?”

“Did you just have a list of snake names prepared?” Ominis smiled.

“I thought about it the whole way here. Hissy Elliot?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Hisstopher Walken?”

“No! No celebrity names.”

“Kevin?”

“I don’t like Kevin.”

“He says he doesn’t like Kevin.”

“What about meatball?” Melody asked with a grin.

“Meatball? Seriously?”

“I like it.”

Ominis sighed. “You realize that’s a food, right?”

“It feels right. I’d like to be called meatball.”

Ominis gave an exasperated groan. “He wants to be called Meatball.”

“YAY! Meatball is a wonderful name! Meatball, we’re going to pick you out a wonderful terrarium.”

“We?” Ominis asked.

“Um, yeah! I’m invested now. Such a sweet little meatball.” She loudly smooched the top of his head.

“Is this your mate?”

“No. A friend.”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean why not?”

“She’s an attractive human, isn’t she?”

“I wouldn’t know. I’m blind.”

“Oh yeah. Well, as far as humans go, she’s attractive. She seems like a suitable mate.”

“Feeling a little left out here, guys.” Melody said.

“Sorry, he was asking me questions.”

“About what?”

“Well, you, actually.”

“Oh!” Melody smiled and scratched Meatball’s head. “I’ll answer any questions you want, my little buddy.” She said affectionately.

“No, he was…well, it’s a bit awkward. He asked if you were my mate.”

“Oh! No, I don’t think he likes me very much.” She said in a stage-whisper to Meatball.

“What?” He hadn’t meant to give that impression. “Why do you say that?”

“Because you look like you hate me every time I come by, or I’m talking to Sebastian and you’re there.”

“I don’t hate you. And I apologize for making you feel that way. Truthfully, I don’t get to know Sebastian’s girlfriends because they don’t last long.”

“Wait, did he say I was his girlfriend?!”

“No, he didn’t, I just assumed.”

“No. Sebastian reminds me a lot of my brother. I could never see him…that way.”

“So she’s available!” Meatball said.

“Forget it. Would you rather stay with her than me? You seem quite taken with her.”

“No, she doesn’t understand me. And I like you. Could you have her pass me back to you?”

“He wants you to pass him back to me.”

“Ok! Here you go, one precious little danger noodle. Hold still.” She leaned against his shoulder so Meatball could slither over.

“Brood and Peck is just up ahead. It’s a bit crowded, hang on.” She took his hand and led him through the street.

He felt a tingle run through his hand where she touched him. He bumped into her when she stopped suddenly. “Sorry, people.” She said to him. “Excuse us.” She tugged him even closer and continued down the street. “Ugh, Hogsmeade is busy today. Alright, we’re here.” He pushed the door open and he heard a bell ding.

“Hello, welcome to- Oh, Melody! Good to see you. What have you got for me today?”

“Actually, my friend Ominis here just got a snake, so we need some supplies.”

“He’s quite a big one! And seems remarkably calm.”

“Ominis is a parseltongue, so he can talk to him.”

“Melody!” Ominis hissed. “I don’t tell people that.”

“It’s alright, I’ll keep my mouth shut. I’ve come across a few parseltongues in my day. Where are my manners? Ellie Peck, pleasure to meet you. So what’s his name?”

“Meatball!” Melody said with a grin.

“Bit of an odd name for a snake, but alright. You’ll need a terrarium, a heat lamp…”

“Food!” Meatball said excitedly.

“I’m going to get you food.”

“No, there’s food right there! I want it!”

“What are you talking about?”

“There’s a frog!”

“I’m sure he belongs to Ellie, you can’t eat him.”

“Um, Ellie. Do you have a frog?”

“No, he just hopped in here earlier, why?”

“Because Meatball is very excited and wants to eat him.”

“If he can catch him, he can have him. I’ve been trying to get the little bugger out of here all day.”

“Did you hear that? Go on.”

Meatball slithered down his arm and leg and began hunting the frog. “Do you have any accessories?” Melody asked.

“Accessories?”

“You know, little hats, a bow tie, something like that.”

“Um…no.”

“That’s alright, I’ll make some.” Melody beamed. “Ominis, what’s your budget?”

“I don’t have one. It’s the only good part of being a Gaunt. Well, that and speaking parseltongue.”

“I’ve got a big selection in the back. Follow me.” Ellie said. Melody took his hand and whispered “watch out, it’s narrow.”

“You don’t have to hold my hand, you know. My wand helps me navigate.”

“I know.” She said sweetly and hummed as they went to the back.

After they’d picked out a terrarium and all the necessary things to make Meatball comfortable, they headed to the checkout. “Ugh, I’m full.” Meatball said as he slithered back to Ominis. “Can you ask Melody to hold me?”

Ominis rolled his eyes. “Meatball is stuffed from his frog and wants you to carry him.”

“Aw, anything for you my little Meatball.” She squatted down and held out her arm and he crawled up it and draped around her shoulders. Ominis checked out while she cuddled Meatball and kissed the top of his head. “The sweetest little baby!”

“Do you want me to ask her to stop the baby talk?” Ominis asked.

“No. It makes me feel special.”

Ominis snorted and Melody looked at him. “What?”

“I asked him if he wanted you to stop baby talking to him and he said it makes him feel special. He’s quite taken with you.”

“Alright, I used a spell to shrink everything down so you can take it back easier. Know how to undo it when you get back?”

“Yes, thank you.” Ellie handed him a bag and he turned towards Melody. “Ready?”

“Yep! I’ll probably see you tomorrow, Ellie. I’ve heard whispers of some poachers coming after some jabberknolls tomorrow.”

“I’ll be ready. Thanks, Mel.”

They left and Ominis looked towards her quizzically. “What was that about poachers?”

“Oh, that. Um, I kind of raid poacher camps and free the beasts.”

This surprised him. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Well, sometimes. It depends on the group. That’s how I found Meatball. I’d just finished freeing some puffskeins when I found him. Sometimes the beasts are more rare and it’s dangerous to re-release them right away. In that case, I bring them to Ellie. She takes care of them and relocates them if necessary.”

“Wow. Why? I understand wanting to help save the beasts, but there must be a less dangerous way.”

“Eh. I can defend myself, they can’t.” She answered as if it were nothing.

“That’s quite admirable.” He was impressed. Some of the poachers were extremely dangerous. They weren’t afraid to use unforgivables.

“To paraphrase Voltaire, everyone is guilty of all the good they did not do.”

“You’re a fan of Voltaire?” He asked with a smile.

“I am.”

“Interesting. I appreciate you coming with me to do this.”

“No problem at all! I think this is the longest we’ve ever spoken.”

“Yes, and I’d like to apologize again for coming off as cold. I’m not overly outgoing.”

“It’s fine! Now let’s get Meatball’s crib set up.”

Sebastian was about to open his dorm room when he heard female laughter from inside. Did Ominis have a girl in there? How the hell had that happened? He knocked and heard Ominis tell him to come in.

“Hey, I-Melody?”

“Hi!” Melody grinned at him. She and Ominis were sitting on his bed, a massive snake draped over both their laps. “This is Meatball!”

“I…have several questions. His name is Meatball?”

“Yes, Melody suggested it and he liked it, so now we’re calling him Meatball.”

“I didn’t even know you guys knew each other, other than occasionally saying hi. Now you’ve gotten a pet together?”

“No, Melody found Meatball. He was injured, so she brought him to me because SOMEONE told her I was a parselmouth. He decided he wanted to stay with me. Melody took me to Brood and Peck and we picked up some things for him.”

Meatball slithered up Melody’s side and around her neck and across to Ominis, draping across both of them and making them sit shoulder to shoulder. Ominis had a rare smile on his face.

“Soooo now we have a big ass snake?” Sebastian asked.

“Don’t be rude, he understands english. Meatball, this is Sebastian, my best friend and roommate.”

“I don’t like how he’s looking at me.”

“Meatball said he doesn’t like how you’re looking at him.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “Apologies, Meatball. I just wasn’t expecting to see you or Melody here.”

“Is Melody his mate?” Meatball asked.

“No, but I’m sure he’d like her to be.”

“No, she should be your mate.” Meatball curled around Melody more tightly, pulling her closer to Ominis.

“Meatball!” She laughed. Now she was leaning up against him, head nearly resting on his shoulder. “Ok, either Meatball is going to have to loosen up or you’re going to have to move your arm, because your elbow is digging me in the ribs.” Meatball curled even tighter and Ominis sighed.

“Clearly Meatball is comfortable. Is it alright if I put my arm behind you?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” He lifted his arm and she scooted over so he could put it behind her. Now they were practically cuddling. “What?” She looked over at Sebastian.

“I’m sorry, this is just really weird. You guys have barely spoken and now you’re cuddling on his bed.”

“We’re not cuddling.” Ominis said, his cheeks turning red. “We’re sitting like this for Meatball.”

“Right, sure.”

Melody looked at her phone. “Shoot, Poppy’s probably wondering where I’m at. I gotta go. Sorry Meatball, you have to let me go.”

Meatball slithered back around to her and flicked his tongue against her. “Aw! Meatball’s giving me kisses! Thank you, Meatball.” She kissed him on the top of his head and lifted his tail off of her. “So you’ve got my number now and I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asked Ominis.

“Of course. Goodbye. Thanks again.” He smiled.

“Bye Sebastian!” Melody waved cheerfully before her blonde head bounced out the door.

“Don’t even.” Ominis said, stroking Meatball’s head.

“You dog!”

“We’re just friends.”

“Sure. You know, it was quite shocking to walk in and find a cute blonde on your bed.”

“She’s blonde? I didn’t know. I’ve no idea what she looks like, obviously.”

“Melody is blonde and has long hair. She’s a hufflepuff. She’s got bright blue eyes and half the boys in our year have been drooling over her.”

“I’m assuming you count yourself among her admirers?” Ominis smirked.

“I’ll admit she’s hot, but she wouldn’t give me the time of day. I know because I asked.”

“I’d like to rest.” Meatball said.

“Alright, I’ll put you in your terrarium. Melody said it’s large and you should be comfortable. I’ll leave the lid off so you can come out if you want to.”

“Thank you for giving me shelter.”

“Of course.”

Ominis set him down gently in the terrarium and turned on the heat lamp. He felt Meatball flick his tongue against his hand, and he stroked his head.

“So what’s tomorrow?”

“Hm?” Ominis asked, returning to his bed.

“Melody said she’d see you tomorrow.”

“Oh, yes. We’re meeting tomorrow for lunch in the garden.”

“Ooooh! Ominis has a date!” Sebastian grinned and wiggled his eyebrows.

“It’s not a date. I’m bringing Meatball. We both thought he’d enjoy the garden.”

“Sure, sure. So do you like her?”

“She’s a pleasant person, very kind.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Sebastian, I just met her. I mean technically we’ve met before but this is the first time we’ve talked.”

“She’s a great girl. Really sweet, but also kicks ass. I’ve helped her raid a few poacher camps before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she’s amazing at it. She’s really brave. Surprised she’s not a Gryffindor actually.”

“Wow. Well it’s nice to get to know her. Truthfully, I thought she was one of your flings.” Ominis smirked.

“Not for lack of trying.” Sebastian grinned.

“I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, goodnight Meatball.”

“He said goodnight.”

“No I didn’t. I don’t like that one.”

Ominis snorted and Sebastian looked up. “What?”

“Nothing, just a sneeze.”

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