This idea popped into my head at like, 4 in the morning a couple of months ago. It's a Jommy, of course. I don't own any of the I.S. characters but I do own the new characters and the story itself.
Prologue:
She stood in front of the mirror, clad in a black tanktop and grey sweats, her mind rambling from the events that took place the night before. Her eyes, outlined with smudged mascara that run down her face, were lacking their normal bright blue color. Infact, they had been for a while. She was sick of this same old house and this same old town. Last night, she'd walked in on her boyfriend and her sister having sex. She'd chosen him because she thought she loved him and now she was missing Tommy more than ever. Before last night, her life was already a mess. Such a god damned mess. She didn't know who she was anymore. She didn't know anything except that she had to get away. So she went to London and took it from there.