A/N: I have decided to start posting two times a week (Wednesday and Saturday) even though I know that means that posts will become irregular when my life gets turned upside down from the end of June through the beginning of August. I hope everyone enjoys the story, please leave a review. Even a short one is always nice to get.

"Remind me again, why do you both have to go on mom's work trip?" Joyce asked. Eleven had quickly arranged her trip out to talk to Nine and Ten, so she was ready to go that weekend. Mike had offered to come along and Eleven appreciated the support.

"Her company had an extra ticket and we thought it would be nice to spend some time together," Mike explained.

"But isn't mom going to be working the whole time?"

"During the day, yes. But I'll have the evenings free," Eleven said. The car was all loaded up with their luggage and they were driving Joyce and James over to Dustin and Amy's house where they would spend the weekend.

"Are you not excited to spend the weekend with the Hendersons?" Mike asked.

"I am, I'm just trying to understand this." Mike turned around from the passenger seat to look at the kids. Joyce was looking up towards the front of the car while James was completely zoned-out, just playing a game on his phone.

Dustin and Amy only lived about five minutes away. The Wheelers were greeted as soon as they pulled up. There was a flurry of activity for a couple of minutes as the kids' overnight bags were unloaded from the car and the kids started talking with their cousins. Only about two minutes later, the kids, as well as Mike and Dustin, had gone into the house, leaving just Amy and Eleven outside.

"I heard what you're doing," Amy said. "Are you sure you're going to be OK?"

"I'm going to talk to two people who are powerless and locked up in one of the most secure places on the planet. I think I'll be fine."

"Yeah, physically, but I mean… that's got to be hard."

"I know." Eleven sighed. "I'm certainly not looking forward to this, but it's something I have to do."

"Why? What happened that you have to do this?"

"I don't want to get you scared. I'll tell you when I have a little more information."

"It's a little late for that, I'm already scared." Eleven opened her mouth to reply, but then Mike came out of the house.

"We have to go," he said. "We don't want to miss the flight."

"OK. I'm ready." Eleven turned back to Amy. "Try not to worry. Even if there is something, I think we caught it early. You don't have anything to be scared of."

"Are you absolutely sure we are safe?" Amy asked Eleven while she climbed back into her car.

"Yes," Eleven assured her friend. That was a lie, but it was one that Eleven herself wanted to believe.

Mike and Eleven's first flight was to Honolulu. It took over nine hours but because of time zones, it was only about 3PM by the time they got there. But a combination of the long flight and the fact that as far as Mike and Eleven were concerned, it was a little after 8PM, they were completely burned out by the time they checked into their hotel. One restless night later, they woke up for their next flight.

They took a taxi back to the airport and were met on the tarmac by a small jet.

"We get a private jet?" Mike asked.

"How else are we going to reach a remote island prison?" Eleven pointed out. The jet didn't quite meet Mike's expectations. It was owned by the military so it wasn't quite as luxurious as he had hoped. Despite that, it was comfortable enough for their one hour flight to the most secure prison Earth. They didn't talk too much underway. It was obvious that Eleven was anxious.

The island with the prison really didn't look like much. There was just a landing strip and a small concrete structure. The plane pulled in and landed smoothly. They slowly taxied over to the entrance of the concrete structure and when the pilot said it was OK, they opened the door.

"Director Wheeler! Good to see you," said a man that came outside to meet up with the plane. He shook hands with Eleven. "My name is Agent Brooks. I'm in charge here."

"Nice to meet you, Agent Brooks. I really wish we could have met under better circumstances," Eleven said. Brooks shook Mike's hand, then led the two into the concrete building.

"This looks a little small to be a prison," Mike said.

"This building is just the security checkpoint," Brooks explained. "The actual prison is underground." Mike and Eleven checked in with a guard. They were something of celebrities within The Coalition, so it didn't take too long to confirm their identities and get them through the checks. The got into an elevator and started the slow decent down to the cell block.

"I didn't see any other kind of vehicles on the surface," Mike said. "How do you guys get home?"

"A plane comes once a week to change guards and bring supplies," Brooks said. "The rest of the time, there's no possible way off of the island. It makes the possibility of prisoner escape practically zero."

"But what about you guys? What if there's an emergency?"

"If we absolutely need to get off the island, we'll just jump in the ocean and wait to get rescued. The nearest Coalition base is only fifteen minutes away."

The elevator reached the bottom of the shaft and the doors slowly creaked open.

"Both of them are in separate interrogation rooms at the moment," Brooks said. "Who do you want to start with?"

"I'll talk to Nine," Eleven decided. "I'm going to try and avoid talking to Ten if I can." Even thought Eleven considered both of the twins among the worst people in the world, she reserved a special feeling of hate for the psychopathic Ten.

A couple of buzzing security doors later, Eleven entered the interrogation room with Nine. She hadn't seen him in over thirty years and almost didn't recognize him at first. Mainly because he had a beard that was turning slightly gray. Eleven glanced over at the one-way mirror on one wall of the room. Even though she couldn't actually see through it, she knew Mike was on the other side. A combination of knowing Mike was there and seeing the black collar around Nine's neck that inhibited his powers gave Eleven the confidence she needed to walk over and sit down in the chair on the opposite side of the table.

"It's been a while," Ten said.

"I'm not here for small talk," Eleven said back as calmly as she could. "Tell me anything you know about Upside-Down activity over the last thirty years. Specially over the last couple of weeks." Nine leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms as much as his handcuffs would allow.

"No," he said.

"No? What do you mean 'no'?"

"It looks like we only get one opportunity to screw with you every three decades. So I'm going to be making the most of this."

"You certainly aren't in a position to be negotiating."

"I know. I'm not trying to negotiate. Like I said; I'm just trying to screw with you."

"So? You're just going to screw with me by wasting my time?"

"I will, yes. That means that if you want to get anything out of this visit, you're going to have to go talk to my sister." Eleven sat for a moment, silently fuming. "As much as I'd like to think we have a special relationship, I know you hate her much more. I assume you're talking to me first to avoid having to see her at all." Eleven didn't say anything. Instead, she simply stood up, waited for the door to buzz again, and walked out.

"So you're going to talk to Ten?" asked Mike on the other side.

"Looks like I have no other option."

Agent Brooks led them down a hallway to another room. Eleven got buzzed in yet again and faced the person she considered her worst enemy on the other side of the door.

"Hi, Eleven!" Ten said, surprisingly enthusiastically once the door opened. "Or should I say; Director Eleven? I heard about the promotion. Congratulations." Eleven slowly sat down, trying everything she could to not explode on Ten.

"Tell me everything you know ab-"

"No," Ten interrupted. "I will tell you, but not yet."

"What do you want?" Ten's signature psychopathic smile came onto her face.

"I just want to catch up. It's been a while. You know, now I'm as old as Mallory was the first time you met her."

"How long is this going to take?"

"As long as I want. Just play along and it will all be over soon. So… how've you been? Are you still together with Mikey?"

"Yes. Mike and I are together and married."

"Wow. Good for you. Any little ones?" Eleven was starting to get uncomfortable. She really didn't want Ten to know about her family, but she also didn't see any other way.

"Yes. Two."

"Ooh. And what are their names?" Ten leaned in.

"Joyce and James."

"So… I know where the name Joyce comes from. That's your mom. But why did you name the other one James?" Eleven took another deep breath in.

"James is the long form of Jim. We named him after Chief Hopper."

"I heard about him dying. I have to say though, I wasn't surprised by it. I almost never saw him without a cigarette. If only we knew that those things were bad for your health."

"Can we change the subject?" asked Eleven quickly. Immediately after, she regretted saying that. Ten slowly sat up in her chair and carefully prepared her next attack.

"How's Will? Still missing?"

"How do you know about that?" Eleven asked, anger brewing in her voice.

"I hear things from the guards every once in a while. Plus, I've had thirty years to spend focusing on the Upside-Down."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"When we were young, Mallory taught us to feel any change between the Upside-Down and our world. After a while, we were able to tell when and what was passing between worlds. I noticed that first time Will Byers went missing, and then again."

"You're lying," Eleven accused through gritted teeth. "Every way in and out of the Upside-Down was sealed when we defeated One and the Demogorgon."
"I wouldn't be so sure about the Demogorgon being completely gone. I've been feeling it every once and a while ever since I got locked up here."

"That's impossible. Will said it was gone."

"Well why don't you ask him? Oh wait, you can't." Eleven had never seen Ten smile so much.

"Enough," Eleven declared. "Tell me anything you know about Upside-Down activity over the last thirty years. Specially over the last couple of weeks."

"Fine. So… everything I've already told you and something else starting about two years ago?"

"What do you mean by 'something else'?"

"Do you think there's something I'm not telling you? I'm obviously not responsible for any of this. If there is some kind of threat coming from the Upside-Down, it's also in my interest to get rid of it."

"Can you be any more specific about it?"

"It came from the Upside-Down as opposed to going to it."

"How could something come from the Upside-Down?"

"Do you really think that the Demogorgon was the only living thing there? I don't know what it is, but I will admit that I am scared."

"Is there something different about Alice?" Joyce asked Edward, Amy and Dustin's second oldest kid. He was one year older than Joyce but they had always been good friends. He wasn't as close a friend as Barb was, but their relationship was also just different. As Joyce got older and started new things, Edward, having already experienced most of those things, acted as a sort of mentor. But even when he was helping her out, He never got condescending or anything. They were always equals.

"I didn't notice anything." Edward spun around in his desk chair to face Joyce standing in the doorway of his room. "Why do you ask?"

"I don't know, she just seems… different."

"Different how?" Joyce walked into the room and sat down on the bed.

"It's like, she's just shutting me out or something. It seems like she just has no interest in talking to me."

"I would chalk that up to her just being a teenager. Now that she's a senior, I bet she thinks she's somehow superior to everyone else."

"Yeah, maybe." Joyce wasn't entirely convinced, but she also didn't really care to explore the topic any further. "What are you working on?" she asked.

"Well, I'm supposed to be doing homework. But I have so little that I figure I can get it all done during lunch tomorrow, so I'm playing video games." Joyce laughed.

"That's quite responsible of you," she pointed out.

"Hey, I get my homework done. I get good grades. Who cares how I do it?"

"I would like to think your parents would care."

"They do, but as long as I keep my grades up they're pretty chill. What's it like by you?" Joyce didn't answer, instead she just sat there. "Joyce?" Edward asked again, beginning to get worried. Joyce slumped off the bed and fell on the ground. Edward sprang up and went over to her. "Joyce?" he called. He shook her shoulders. "Joyce!" he yelled louder. She didn't respond to anything. "Mom!" Edward shouted. Amy ran upstairs as soon as she heard her son calling.

"What is it?" Amy asked.

"Call an ambulance," Edward said, holding the limp and unresponsive Joyce in his arms.

Ten was left sitting in her interrogation room for almost forty five minutes after Eleven left. This meant that Mike and Eleven had fully left the island before Brooks and another agent came to move her back to her cell.

"I know I only have one data point. But if this pattern holds up, apparently Eleven is only going to visit once every thirty years or so," Ten explained as the agents as they put smaller handcuffs on her and took off the ones holding her down to the table. "Now seems a good a time as any," Ten continued, not seeming to get any interest from the agents. "Agent Brooks, how many of us are there?"

"Three," Brooks said.

"What is she talking about?" asked the other agent.

"Three out of…?" Ten asked.

"Five," Brooks finished.

"That sounds good to me," Ten said. "It's time to start."

"What are you talking about?" This time, the other agent asked Ten directly.

"I think it's kind of funny," Ten started saying. "The only place The Coalition didn't look for members of The Legion was within their own organization."

"That's ridiculous. Why do you think-" The other agent stopped mid-sentence. Brooks had pulled out a gun and put a bullet in his head before he was able to finish it. Brooks then took a key off his belt and opened Ten's handcuffs.

"Thank you very much," Ten said. The door buzzed and yet another agent ran in.

"I heard a gunshot! What happened?" That agent never got an answer. He too was shot.

"I assume that's the other Coalition agent and that the rest of us that remain are from The Legion?"

"Yes, mam," Brooks responded very calmly.

"Good. Get my brother. It's time to get things up and running again."

"Yes, mam," Brooks said again. He was about to leave the room when he noticed Ten tugging at the collar that was blocking her powers. "I will warn you that removing that collar in any way will send an alert to The Coalition and that it's also a GPS tracker."

"That's OK. Leave it on for now. I can wait a little bit longer." Ten stopped tugging at the collar and instead just started planning. "Make sure the change of guards coming in three days are all Legion members, and tell any remaining leaders to meet us here."