A/N
So basically, this is a night where Steve babysits Eleven & Mike (aka I got some low-key Mileven for you dudes)
He was screwed. He was absolutely 100% screwed. Hopper had one rule. ONE RULE and he had broken it. As Steve heard the heavy footsteps approach the cabin's front door, he braced himself for his early grave.
*Two hours before*
"And here is the fridge, feel free to have whatever you want." Hopper gestured towards his kitchen, opening all the drawers to show where everything was. "As far as dinner goes, just give the kid some damn egos. I know they're not the healthiest but, their easy to make and she can't seem to get enough of them." The chief removed his sheriff's hat, rubbing his balding head. "Just let her watch some T.V and have her read you a story." Steve nodded, taking mental notes of everything the man said. "Oh, and for the love of god, don't let her try out her powers."
Since closing the gate, the physic badass had developed a new level of power. For example, a simple blink of the eye, could bring walls crashing down. The very thought sent shivers down Harrington's spine. The whole mind-control thing was new to him and while babysitting was already a hefty task, taking care of a girl, whose very tantrum could physically end you, was a terrifying and dangerous affair. But Hopper had a date with Mrs. Byers and Steve knew the two needed a night with just the two of them.
"Don't worry about it! I may be new to the whole babysitter thing, but I'm pretty damn good at it. You just have a good night with you're gal." Steve winked, causing Hopper to roll his eyes.
The fatherly figure got on his boots and straightened his tie, heading for the door. Just as he stepped through the door frame, he turned towards Steve. "I almost forgot, Mike is coming over too. The little bastard can't seem to stay away." Great, that means that on top of watching over a telekinetic teen girl, he also had to look out for her geeky boyfriend. "Just make sure there's no funny business, got it?"
"Yes sir." Before being able to stop himself, Steve saluted the man, earning him a death glare.
"And remember, NO POWERS! This cabin has taken enough already." The cabin was a shit-show. The windows had been blown out, replaced by stingy wooden boards and the door to Els room wasn't in good shape.
"Got it, no powers." Steve flashed an award-winning smile, hoping it would convince the older man that she would be safe.
"Alright, see you then." He got into his car.
"Have a nice date!"
*An hour later*
El and Mike were sitting on the sofa, innocently holding hands and watching cartoons. Steve was in the kitchen, putting together supper (A plate of egos with not-so-ripe strawberries on the side). As he worked, the perfect-haired babysitter hummed to the televisions theme songs. As embarrassing as it was, Steve still watched the same animations every morning before school.
"Alright dickheads your meals ready." The table had been set and he placed the dishes of egos down on it. Steve laughed as Eleven asked the mini Wheeler what "dickhead" meant. The answer he gave was even funnier.
"Well ummm… it's just another word for kids." Steve could seconded that.
El smiled, pleased with the expansion of her vocabulary. "Dickhead." Mike gasped at her language, shocked to hear such a vulgar thing come from her. Steve on the other hand, had never been prouder.
The three sat around the table, sharing stories of their week at school. Mike didn't have much to say, however Eleven was a talkative bean, showing them all the new words and phrases she'd learned. The boys both admired her happiness. After everything she had been through, the girl deserved a break.
*A little while later*
After dinner, Steve had forced Mike to do the dishes, using the chore as a way to get the T.V to himself. While he loved the cartoons, he wanted to get his daily dose of "Gimme a Break" and "Entertainment Tonight". However, when he tried to change the channel, it wouldn't work. In frustration, the able minded technician, failed to meet his skills. After several minutes of fiddling with the dumb movie box, Mike suggested an idea.
"El can just skip the channel with her mind." The young boy turned to his crush, prompting her to use her powers.
"NO, NO, NO! Listen you little dipshit, the big man had one rule, no powers!"
"But it's one simple task!" Mikes voice carried through the cabin. "I've seen her do much harder things." The memory of the van popped into his mind.
"Yeah, well i don't care. Whatever Chief says flys." He looked at Eleven. The tiny human looked like a puppy, but Steve knew better. "No powers, okay?" His tone was soft but, the message was clear.
"I can do it." El had felt oddly incomplete without using her powers. Each day she kept it inside her, it threatened to break loose. "Please." She needed to use it somehow and changing a channel seemed simple enough.
"Sorry sweetheart but that's a hard pass." Throwing his hands on his hips, the soccer-mom shook his head. "Am I understood?" The room was silent and he realized the little girl was curiously focused on the box set behind him. Trying to not pass out, he saw the T.V begin to sizzle, not in a technical way, it was actually making smoke. "Oh god." The signature blood stream flowed from her nose, staining the carpet below. "Stop it right now." This command was not received. The teenage rebellious nose-bleeder, continued to do her magic, shaking the entire house.
It was Mike who spoke up. "El? Hey El, stop." But even her loveable companion was useless against her. El was finally feeling complete, the power that had been bottling up inside her, was now being utilized. So, before she passed out, the T.V burst into hot flames.
"El!" Mike dropped to her side, placing her in his arms. "Do something, Steve." Upon hearing his name, the fazed jock ran to the kitchen and filled up a bucket with water. He threw the water onto the fire, taking deep breaths as a panic attack seized his body.
"WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" Steve couldn't help but scream as loud as he could. "I FUCKING TOLD YOU DIPSHITS NOT TO PLAY AROUND!" The overprotective mother grabbed the telephone, ready to dial 911.
"She's awake!" El stood up, her knees still shaking. Mike grabbed her waist, supporting her as she met the crazed gaze of Steve. "What happened?" Moving her eyes to the ground, the destructive youngster apologized, explaining the overpowering need to use her powers. Mike forgave her in seconds. Steve however, was not so easy.
"You realized you killed me, right?" His voice was frail. "I mean do you know what's gonna be on the frontlines of the newspaper tomorrow? ME BEING DEAD." He tried to take a deep breath. "What do I do?" The question was never answered, because the discussion was cut short by the glowing yellow headlights of Hoppers vehicle. "OH GOD."
He was screwed. He was absolutely 100% screwed. Hopper had one rule. ONE RULE and he had broken it. As Steve heard the heavy footsteps approach the cabin's front door, he braced himself for his early grave.
"Im hom-" The sheriff stood in shock as he stared at the scene in front of him. His precious television set was smoking and his little girl was unable to stand on her own. And Steve...oh Steve, that boy looked like he had seen a ghost. Initially, he wanted to grab the gun from his truck and hunt the kid down. But, because he could be reasonable, he asked what happened.
Eleven spoke up. She told her side of the story, explaining that it was her fault and that she was sorry. Steve simply stared into blank space, looking as if he'd already given up.
"You are all okay though?" Everyone nodded, praying that he wouldn't be too mad. "Steve, can we talk for a minute alone outside?" The question was a demand and they both knew it. Reluctantly, the too-young-to die teen followed the grim reaper to the porch.
"Listen sir I'm so incredibly sorry! We were having a great night and then El wanted to help change the channel and...and-"
Hopper cut him off. "It's okay son, I know you did all you could to stop her. Kids will be kids." In disbelief, Steve realized he wasn't going to be skinned alive.
"So, you're not mad."
"My television is broken, I'm furious." He took a deep breath, "But, I know it wasn't your fault or hers." The chief smiled, looking out into the peaceful woods.
Steve gently laughed, there was only one reason he was still alive right now, the police sheriff had totally gotten laid.
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