A/N: Wow, I am so sorry it's been so long since I posted. I know most of you are probably still waiting on 'Save Me', I promise it is still coming. I decided I will post all the rewritten chapters the moment they're all finished, with a new chapter as well. I know it's been since December, and I thought they would be done by the end of 2017, but a lot has happened in between then and now. I hope you forgive me.

But here is a new story for you Stranger Things nerds! I have SOO much planned for this story it's not even funny. You have a lot coming for ya. This will be Mileven based, but there's an actual plot to it, so there will not consistently be smut or strictly just Mike and Eleven. I'm still thinking of titles, so this could change.. but without further ado! I introduce to you, 'Stranger Things 3'!

Chapter One

DOOM AND GLOOM

November 8th, 1985

Mike POV

"El, you'll be okay, alright? If you have anymore nightmares about the Demogorgon, Will, Joyce and Hopper are here. Don't be afraid to wake them up, they will help you and I want you to be okay, okay?" Eleven nodded as she clung to my arms. I knew she didn't wanted me to leave her side with all the nightmares she'd been having almost every night, but my mom was getting upset that I had been gone for so long. Sometimes El would wake up in a sweat screaming. The first few nights these started happening it cause the windows to explode, and glass to shatter. It had gotten more controlled since, but it still worried everyone. Every night she said they were about the bad men from Hawkins Lab and the Mind Flayer.

"I will Mike, I promise. Friends don't lie." I smiled down at her and remembered how one of the first things we had taught El was that friends don't tell lies. Sometimes she took it very seriously. It became a burden at points like when El had announced us kissing to everyone in the room, which included Hopper. I swore he hated me for dating his daughter sometimes, though I seemed to be the only to soothe her, so he didn't have much of a choice in the matter.

"I'll see you tomorrow? Everyone is going to come over to play D & D." El giggled as I gently kissed the back of her hand. She nodded, and I leaned forward to leave a kiss on her cheek.

"Bye, Mike!" I got on my bike and looked back briefly to see Eleven waving at me. I waved back and began my cold ride home.

Riding home from Will's didn't usually take too long. Tonight, the wintry breeze swept the my hair caressing every curl which made my cheeks and ears ache. Even with my jacket, I still shivered. I started to peddle faster to gain some warmth. The air was brisk, and I assumed it was going to start snowing soon if the weather kept up like this. The light from the moon and the the street lights around me illuminated the road. There were no cars driving about, it did seem unusually quiet. But I dismissed the thought realizing how late it actually was. My mom was going to be livid with me when I got home. I hoped she had gone to bed.

As I rounded a corner, only a couple blocks away from my house now, I noticed a few street lights up ahead weren't working. One of them flickered which sent nerves down my spine. I consoled myself with knowing that the Upside Down was gone, and there wasn't a Demogorgon waiting for me in that darkness. El had closed the gate, and I breathed out heavily. The moon was hidden behind the thickness of the trees as I rode into the darkness which enveloped me.

The feeling of being watched crept through my body, and my senses were now on high alert. As I turned my head to the side, I could barely make out the words on a white van parked on the side of the road, 'Hawkins Energy'. Just as I went to bike as fast as I could away from the van, I hit a wall. It wasn't exactly a wall in the middle of the road, but something forced me off my bike, and the wind was taken from my lungs. I fell onto my back gasping for air, and trying to get up to run. Hands grabbed me and I felt a towel against my face. I stared at my house, only a couple yards away, the porch light on and my mom waiting for me to come home. My eyes began to get dizzy, and my head fell back.

Everything went black.

November 7th, 1989

Eleven POV

My eyes were heavy, and my body froze as the wind crept in through the window. I had one blanket that kept me decently warm, but it wasn't really enough. I wiped away a tear falling from my eye, one which held sorrow and longing. The feelings of anguish and pain hadn't ever been relieved no matter how hard I tried to push past it and live for him. As the moon shined through my window, and the light danced upon my skin, I felt wrapped up in it's light. It was almost comforting, but I needed more than just the moonlight settling into my skin. My heart ached, and I wanted to cry out and scream. I felt like I was driven with insanity as my thoughts were clouded with Mike. The boy who made me feel like a human being, and the one who accepted me before anyone else. Although I had been young at the time, I loved Michael Wheeler. Now, he was a ghost of my past, one which haunted me daily. Now being graduated from high school, I worked as a nurse at Hawkins Hospital, and sometimes in the corner of my eye, I swear I could see Mike standing just a few feet away. Every time I looked, the image of him was gone and my heart would fall. The only thing which distracted me from this madness was the patients I took care of.

Tonight was harder than most other nights. This day marked almost four years since his death. Technically the anniversary was tomorrow. I felt numb to the world, as my mind wandered carelessly at the idea of him returning. It warmed my heart, just a little, to think that he was just gone on a vacation, one that he would never return from. I just wanted to be held one last time; to feel the touch of his skin on mine, and to hear his voice as he whispered my name in my ear.

Eleven.

The last night I saw him was the same night he died. Hawkins Police concluded it was a hit and run. His body was broken and it definitely looked as a hit and run. But still, there was always something that just didn't feel right about the situation. They were never able to find who did it, being the small town that Hawkins was, it should have been easy. Especially since Mike's body had been found only hours after he died. The murderer could have fled Hawkins knowing that he would be found. Except we searched towns over, and still, nothing. My world had felt like it ended completely that night. I had found out shortly after Joyce got a phone call since I'd been living with the Byers and Hopper. For the first year after I couldn't feel anything. To this day a fake smile was still plastered to my face, but I got through the day and worked hard, for Mike. I knew that he would want me to.

November 8th, 1989

Eleven POV

Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Will all took the day off of school today in honor of our best friend, and Dungeon Master, Michael Wheeler. We all met at Mike's parents house in the basement for a game of Dungeons and Dragons. We went off of old campaigns Mike had written down; everyone knew no one was good at this as Mike.

Everyone laughed and smiled, even though we were all still devastated. Unfortunately we had moved on. Not in the sense of forgetting Mike, but all of us knew that we couldn't be depressed our whole lives and that Mike would want us to grow in our future and be happy. If he could see us now, I knew that he would be. The heartache remained, and in this moment all I wanted to do was cry, but I knew I couldn't.

I went upstairs to grab a glass of water, something to hold back the tears. As I arrived in the kitchen, the stairs in the corner of my eye peaked my vision. I glanced over, wondering how long it had been since anyone had been in Mike's room. Grabbing my water, I ventured upstairs to his room. I silently cursed myself the entire way, I knew this would make me sad, but I also needed to feel him again, and to smell him. The door to his bedroom was shut. I opened it, trying not to make too much noise, and then shut it quietly behind me.

Everything looked the exact same as I remembered it. The baby blue walls, and all of his nerdy posters put up against the walls. I chuckled to myself, Mike was such a geek. And I loved that about him. Since he had been gone I grew to love comic books and Star Wars, the list went on. I felt like a total nerd, but it made it easier to understand the boys' language when it came down to things like 'Mirkwood'. I set the glass of water down on his dresser and looked at all the trophies and pictures of him and his friends, there was one picture of us. It was Halloween of 1985. It had been a year since I had closed off the Upside Down and I didn't have to hide anymore. I went out with the boys on Halloween dressed as Princess Leia from Star Wars, my hair had grown out enough for it and she grew to be my favorite character. When I walked out after getting my full costume on, the boys and Max all looked at me in shock, supposedly I looked almost identical to Leia. Mike ironically dressed as Han Solo. This picture was taken by his mom. I missed when he was right next to me. My eyes started to tear up as I held the picture in my hands.

"Oh! Sorry." I almost dropped the picture when Dustin barged into the room, I don't think he realized I was in here.

"No it's fine. I didn't realize I had taken so long." I set the picture frame down carefully and glance over at Dustin. Tear were threatening to fall out, and Dustin knew.

"Come here." Dustin walked over with open arms and hugged me tightly. Dustin had always been a good friend to me when it came down to my feelings for Mike. He understood that we were very close, and I was Mike's girl. Even though I hadn't been in his life nearly as long as the boys, they accepted me quickly. They all understood my pain.

"Thank you." My words came out mumbled into his hoodie. He nodded his understanding.

"Anytime, El. They're all starting to wonder where you are, you should go get cleaned up and then meet us back downstairs, okay?" I nodded, and as I stepped away I tried to wipe my tears before Dustin could see. With that, he left the room and I took one last look at the picture of us before heading to the bathroom.

Third Party POV

As Dustin walked downstairs to the basement he assured everyone that El was okay and just washing up in the bathroom. They all knew it was a lie, none of them were okay this night. Everyone had fake smiles on their faces tonight, trying to hold it together. If one of them started to get emotional, they would all get teary-eyed as well. Will attempted to start a conversation. Right before the lock on the basement door broke and was flung open.