Enjoy this short chapter. Thought I'd include Mike a little bit before we are fully introduced to him later on in the story from Naomi's p.o.v.

Disclaimer: I do not own Stranger Things or Netflix or any of the characters, only my OC. Nor do I own anything related to Supernatural in this story.


"Um, hey El. It's Mike. Just like it has been for the first 347 days…" He let out a forced laugh. "Ha… Yeah. Well today is day 348, technically. It's late. 1:04am to be exact. We just finished playing D&D. Everyone else is asleep. We're having a sleepover. Do you know what that is?" He paused, "I'm sure you do. Mike, Dustin, Lucas, and Will all came over and are sleeping here instead of at their own house and we pig out on candy and listen to the radio and play D&D all night and stuff. We try to stay up all night, but Dustin always ends up falling asleep first." He snorted, genuinely this time. "The campaign is going well. They've finally made it into the town I was telling you about. They're snowed in at the Inn they're staying at, and there is a killer on the loose in the manor. Dustin thinks it's the Innkeeper because he's a shape shifter, but since he's a bard he blames everyone." He lets out a long sigh. "They talk about you lot's, still, like you'll come back. They say how good of a mage you'd make. I could teach you dungeons and dragons! It would be sofun," He briefly let go of the button on the walkie talkie, and static is heard.

He crosses his legs over one another, pulling a checkered blanket over his lap as he replaces the intercom between his ear and shoulder, static crackling again. "We've been starting to plan our costumes for Halloween already. We're going as the Ghostbusters, cool right?" For a moment, his face lights up at the thought of his friends. "You probably don't know who they are… but they're this cool group of four who take calls from their city and go around hunting ghosts and whatnot. It's from a movie. You would like it, I think. I mean, you liked the sound of Star Wars when I explained it to you, and I think we have similar taste." He bit his lip, "At least I hope so. I don't know. But anyways, I'm going as Venkmann, he's the coolest of the group. Probably the smartest, too—" He releases the button, quieting as he hears Lucas stir in his slip, a light snore escaping his lips.

When the coast is clear again, he continues… his voice quieter this time, "Sorry. Anyways… Yeah I'm excited. I wish you were here. You could be the ghost, or something! Just put a sheet over your head, and cut out holes for your eyes, it'd be perfect. That's what I was in the fourth grade," He smiled to himself. He ran a hand through his dark locks. He started to pick at a small thread in his Star Wars pajama pants, pulling at the hem. He was sitting on a pile of old clothes underneath a wooden table, a table cloth draped over it, and connecting to a chair. Like a small fort.

"I hope you're okay…" a more poignant expression fills his freckled face. "I miss you, so much. We all do. I wish you'd come home… I wish you'd come back." He tries to hide the crack in his voice by curling his lips over his teeth, tightening his face. "I need you, Eleven… I just feel like everything's crumbling. Will is having more of his episodes, Dustin and Lucas avoid the situation like the plague, and we spend every other freaking day in my basement or the arcade. I don't know what to do without you here. I keep thinking I'm seeing you… but I'm not. The first night after The Demogorgon took you, I swore I saw you. I ran outside, but I couldn't find you. After all the government men left after questioning I camped outside till Dawn, but I never saw you, or what I thought was you, come back." He hissed in a breath, gathering himself.

"I hope… wherever you are, there's an abundance of Eggo waffles." He laughed a little, "Sorry. You probably don't know what that means either. It's like, a lot of something." He gnawed at the chapped skin on his pink lips. "In case you're out there, whether it's the Upside Down, or somewhere else; It's Day 348 Eleven— and I miss you." He released the button, wiping the tiniest amount of salty liquid starting to leak from his left eye. "I'll check in again tomorrow. Over."

Naomi stirred from her quiet slumber, fisting her eyes. She was atop Eleven's bed, having fallen asleep there from the quiet storm that had ensued earlier. El didn't like the thunder, or the lightning. Every time she saw the flash, or heard the booming noise, She'd curl into Hopper's side before she went to bed.

When Naomi had announced her departure to sleep, Eleven followed. She had requested that Naomi come up there, which was something she often did after a bad dream or visiting Mike.

"Just count the number of seconds that pass between a flash of lightning and the crack of thunder that follows it, and then divide that number by five." Naomi explained to her. That number will tell you how many miles away you are from where the lightning just struck." Naomi did all the dividing, as Eleven was still working on just multiplying at the moment. It made her feel better, knowing that it was moving farther away, but Naomi stayed up there with Eleven in the tiny bed, curled up beside her to keep her comforted.

She looked at Eleven, a guilty look upon her face. Tears in her eyes, only evident from the moonlight glistening on her eyes, and a sad frown. Naomi's eyes darted from the television pulled into their room in front of them, to a glooming Eleven, a black blindfold pushed up on her head, making her brown curls splay dramatically atop her head.

"I'm sorry," She muttered, her eyes glancing from their holding hands, to the television. "I accidentally brought you with me."

It had happened once before, but Mike hadn't said that much, that time. This time, he had spilled out a whole monologue to her. He was hurting, as was she. That time, she was more concerned with how dark 'The Void' was, and how you could only see him, nothing else around him. When they stepped, it was like water beneath them. Everything echoed.. and when they left, Mike faded into the inky blackness like smoke.

"It's okay," She managed to sputter out sleepily, still fisting her eye as she sat up.

Naomi glanced to the movement she saw in the corner of the room, where she saw Hopper creak the door open ever so slightly, a green eye peering in on the two.

"H-He needs me…" She exposed dolefully, her voice cracking as her lip quivered. A whimpering noise escaped her chest. Naomi could she was trying to hold it together. She wrapped her arms around the fragile lady and pulled her into her chest. Hopper watched closely as the two girls embraced, Eleven sobbing into Naomi's chest.

Naomi held her for what seemed like forever. She squeezed her tight every so often, when Eleven started to weep again, and she rested her chin on top of her head. She shut her eyes, the only noise in the room the sound of her wailing and a sniffling noise.

She heard Hopper sigh, shutting the door quietly as he shuffled back to his own bad.

Eventually, Naomi managed to pull her back down to the bed. It didn't stop her wracking sob's though. Her breathing grew labored, and she fisted her shirt as her leg's moved wildly in the sheets.

She didn't know what to do at this point.

348 days. 348 days this boy had been calling out to her, every night. And every night, Eleven listened. It was getting harder and harder for Hopper to keep the two apart, and Hopper was starting to see that. She was so stuck on keeping her safe, and wanting what was best for her as well. She couldn't see Mike if she was locked up again though, could she?

Eventually, they both dozed back off to sleep, the two of them coddled together between the thin sheets of the single bed. Light rain started to tap against the window, peacefully allowing them to slip into oblivion.

The last thought Naomi had before fading into unconsciousness, was that 348 day's was much too long to keep Michael Wheeler and Eleven Hopper apart.


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