Bev woke up startled in the hammock and looked down at her watch, it read a little after 6pm. Shit, she needed to head home and make dinner for her daddy. She carefully got out of the shaky hammock without stepping on Ben sleeping on the floor beside her. She knelt over to wake up Ben who was lightly snoring on some dusty sleeping bags.

She kept nudging his shoulder until Ben sat up rubbing the back of his neck and shoulder, "What's wrong? Are you ok, Bev?"

"I slept for too long, I need to head home."

"Let me walk you back to make sure you're ok."

"You don't have to do that, Ben."

"It's fine, I want to. You're not making me do anything," he stood up and dusted himself off.

Ben climbed the ladder out of the clubhouse and turned around to offer her a hand as she climbed up after him. She took his hand and Ben helped her out the hatch before he grabbed the handle, closing it. He gathered some broken shrubs around the area and covered up the hatch, so you couldn't see it unless you knew it was there.

Ben held his arm out for her, "Shall we go, m'lady?"

She chuckled while doing a little curtsy with her nonexistent dress and linked her arm with his, "We shall." They laughed as they made their way towards her apartment.

There was still some sunlight out, but sunset was probably in another hour or so. Not surprising at all, considering it was the middle of summer. Bev wasn't sure if it was just in her head, but the air seemed to be cleaner, like after a rainstorm. They were just coming up to her old bricked apartment complex when she squeezed Ben's hand in reflex. She didn't want him to worry, so she dropped his hand and slipped her now sweaty hands in her jean pockets. She hoped her dad was passed out like usual, so she could cook dinner before he woke up.

"Thanks for walking me home...again," she let out a nervous laugh.

"Let me walk you to your door."

"No. No, that's alright. I'll see you tomorrow morning, ok?" she leaned down and gave him a peck on the cheek. Ben's cute chubby face got red and he looked down in embarrassment.

"O-ok, Bev!" he waved goodbye before he scurried off down the road without looking back at her. She smiled fondly at his fleeting form as she played with the folded poem in her pocket.

She walked up to her apartment door and held her keys tightly in her hand, so they didn't jingle as she unlocked the door. The scent of what she guessed was basil and tomato sauce hit her nose. She poked her head outside the door and sniffed the air, she thought she was actually smelling a neighbor's cooking instead. But it strangely seemed to be coming from her own apartment. Had her dad ordered food because he didn't think she was coming back tonight?

She stepped in and softly closed the door behind her, she was shocked the living room didn't smell like cigarettes and stale beer, but instead was filled with the rich and fragrant smell of basil tomato sauce. The coffee table was spot clean and the carpet looked freshly vacuumed. There wasn't any sign of his glass ashtray or leftover cheep beer cans anywhere. She noticed her daddy wasn't in his usual spot in the reclining chair, she was startled when she heard some clanking and humming that seemed to be coming from kitchen.

She gulped and crept her way to the kitchen carefully, she had no idea if some deranged person broke into her house to start cooking before murdering her. Maybe it was that freaky alien clown Richie was telling them about? Did it kill her daddy, chopped him up into bite sized pieces and decide to make delicious basil tomato sauce to cook him in? She didn't really have any weapons, so she grabbed the long black remote on the recliner and held it up to her chest in defense. It wasn't much, but at least she might get one good smack to whoever broke into her apartment and run away.

Her dad was standing in front of the now clean stove, cooking in a deep sauce pan and he was wearing a loose black apron that hung around his neck. He was humming and tasting the red sauce on a wooden spoon.

"Dad?" she quietly asked. He spun around suddenly and she flinched thinking she was gonna be greeted with a yell, but was met with a warm smile. Not the usual cold smile that made her skin crawl, the kind a snake would make before eating a poor mouse.

He stepped towards her and she accidentally dropped the big remote on the tiled kitchen floor, when he wrapped his arms around her stiff body, "Welcome home, Bev." There was no lingering tobacco smoke clinging to his clothes and his breath didn't have a hint of beer, only smelled of tomato sauce and sweet basil. Didn't Richie say this Pennywise clown can shapeshift? Well, it was doing a shitty job at pretending to her dad if it was.

He pulled away to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. She resisted the urge to pick up the remote off the tiled floor just in case, "Dinner is almost ready. I was clearing out your mother's belongings today and I came across a little cooking journal she used to write into. This was one of her favorite dishes because it was simple enough that even I can cook it."

A lump rose in the her throat. Why was he clearing out her stuff? After all these years, he never even took her mom's clothes out of his closet. She remembered a few times she caught him with his door cracked open, pulling out her old wedding dress from his closet just to smell it and then start crying.

He bent down to pick up the remote and handed to her, "Why don't you find something for us to watch while I get our food?"

She took the remote and sat on the couch in confusion. Maybe she was still asleep in the hammock in the underground clubhouse and she was dreaming? She pinched her arm and winched at the sharp pain in her forearm. Ok, apparently she wasn't dreaming. She started channel surfing and found some old Road Runner cartoons. Her dad sat beside her and set down some bowls of spaghetti on the coffee table. She held the bowl and twirled the fork in the spaghetti and slowly ate it. The sweet taste of basil with the aroma and taste of the tomato sauce was yummy.

Bev could imagine a world where her mom was alive and cooking this for lunch at a picnic. All three of them lying down on some red and white checkered picnic blanket, pointing out shapes in the clouds and laughing. Tears crept to the corner of her eyes making her vision blurry and she blinked them away and sniffled, "Daddy, I'm sorry for running out without telling you."

Dad set down his bowl to embrace her once again in a surprisingly warm hug, "I should be the once to apologize, baby girl. The way I've been treating you was horrible. I just…I just miss your mother so much and every time I see your beautiful red hair and freckles, I'm reminded of her. You look so much like your mother. I understand that's no excuse to how I've been treating you. I know you aren't her and I shouldn't expect you to be." Her daddy sighed deeply, "Can you ever forgive me, Beverly?"

She returned the embrace, "I wish I got to know her. I didn't know really anything about her besides what she looked like from pictures. I didn't know she had a cooking journal. I'll forgive if you let me see the recipe for this, it's yummy."

He chuckled and pulled away, wiping at his tear stained face, "Tomorrow night we'll make it together, alright?" She wiped her own face before nodding. Laughter filled the room as they continued eating and watching Wile E. Coyote's failed attempts to catch the Road Runner.

Whatever Eddie's mom was making smelled wonderful, Richie was pretty sure it was something with beef. Eddie and him helped her with the groceries earlier. He vaguely remembered there was some kind of chunk of beef and some vegetables and potatoes. He started to help put them away, but Eddie shooed him out the kitchen. He complained about how Richie was putting away the food in the fridge, saying something about the older stuff should be in the front or something like that. When Richie bought groceries he usually just threw them in the fridge or cabinet without much thought.

So he went to sit on couch waiting for his boyfriend. Boyfriend, such a simple word made him feel giddy and brought a comforting warmth in his chest. Now he wouldn't be a pathetic 40 year old virgin, because he technically had his first time at 17, right? He rubbed his temples in circular motions with his finger tips, figuring out time travel was giving him a headache.

He wished their first time lasted longer though, but it was still amazing. He could still taste Eds on tongue, he crossed his legs when he started to get a little hard. He wondered if Eddie would swallow his load just as he did or would he beg Richie shoot on his body instead? Fuck, he hoped Eds wouldn't run for the hills if he knew how perverted he was. What if Eds was actually more perverted them him? Like a sexually repressed librarian who's really a freak in bed.

"Richie, could you help me out?" Eddie called from the kitchen. Shit, what perfect timing to ask for help. Richie palmed his crotch to adjust his boner up and to make sure his shirt covered his slight bulge before he got up.

He made his way over to Eds cutting up carrots at the kitchen counter. Mrs. K was stirring something that smelled savory in a stainless steel pot on the stove. Eds pulled out another white plastic cutting board from a drawer and set it beside his own.

"Could you chop up some of these potatoes for the stew, Richie?" Eds said, then placed some freshly peeled potatoes on top of the board and set down a small knife with a wooden handle.

He took it and started cutting the potatoes into random pieces. He wasn't that great at cooking and he didn't have much experience with a knife besides stabbing and killing alien clowns. He chuckled, could he put that on his resume under his list of achievements?

Pain blossomed in his left index finger and he hissed loudly. Richie pointed away from the chopped up potatoes on the cutting board so he didn't get his blood on them. Eds whipped around and saw him clutching his left hand.

Eds reached out and gently pulled Richie's left hand in his and inspected his bleeding finger carefully, "Luckily it doesn't look to deep. Let me get a Band Aid and some antiseptic." Eds took off out the kitchen while he was left awkwardly there with his bloody finger out, trying not to get blood on his shirt.

Mrs. K had stopped stirring the stew to gaze on her son leaving the kitchen and turned to him with a pointed look, "How do you feel about my Eddiebear?"

Richie gulped, "Uh...What do you mean Mrs. K?"

"My baby usually hates the sight of blood. He almost throws up whenever I test my blood sugar levels in front of him. So that means you must be pretty special to him." He didn't want to out Eddie, but he didn't want to lie to her either.

Heat crawled up his cheeks as he cleared his throat. "He means a lot to me," he paused before adding, "I want to make him happy." Richie wanted to slap himself with how cheesy that sounded out loud. He hoped she wouldn't be disgusted with him and make him stop seeing Eddie. That would really suck.

"That's what I like to hear," she said. He assumed she would be mad, but the soft look of her eyes said otherwise. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding in. He was glad he didn't get kicked out of her house. Did that mean she would be cool with him dating her son?

Eds came back with a small red and white first aid box. He set the metal box on the counter beside Richie. He popped it open to pull out a small antiseptic wipe package. He once again softly took his hand as if any sudden movement was going to hurt Richie. Eds was adorable when he bit his bottom lip in concentration while he carefully wiped his bloody index finger before applying a Band Aid. When he was done, Eds rubbed the back of his hand in a soothing motion and brought it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss to Richie's hand.

Eddie froze when he realized what he done and quickly dropped Richie's hand like it burned him. They totally were lost in their moment so they forgot Mrs. K was right there. He snorted when he saw Eddie's terrified face when he glanced in her direction. He was acting like she caught Eddie with his dick in his mouth.

Eds started gasping and then began to cry, "I'm sorry, mommy."

She quickly turned the stove off and went over to wrap him in her big arms, "Shhh Eddiebear, it's alright."

"Please don't be mad at me," Eddie whimpered.

"Now now. Why would I be angry?" she asked while rubbing his back in circles.

"Because I-I'm gay…" he confessed.

"That's it?" she said in amusement and Richie pursed his lips trying not to laugh.

Eddie sniffled and pulled away to stare at his mom dumbstruck, "What do you mean that's it?" His voice was laced with annoyance instead of worry.

"Well, honey not to sound rude, but I would've been more surprised if you were dating a girl."

"So…you're ok with me being gay?"

"That's like asking I'm ok with the sky being blue. It's something that just is. I just want you find someone who will make you happy and treat you good."

Eddie glanced over to Richie and he smiled back to let him know it was alright. He stood up, rubbing his arm, "I am happy."

"Hi Happy, I'm Richie," he said and stuck his hand out for a handshake. Eddie blushed and called him an idiot. He gave him a huge goofy smile and Eds chuckled with a smile back.

"So, has any guy catch your fancy?" She asked.

Eddie looked like he was gonna have another panic attack. He leaned over to whisper, "She already knows about us. She asked me how I feel about you when you left to get me a Band-Aid."

"What did you say?"

"That you mean a lot to me and that I want you to be happy."

Eddie suddenly hugged him, "You make me happy."

"I'm going to need to check my blood sugar levels again after watching you two. Now could you boys get some bowls for the dining room table?"

Eds pulled away blushing, "Yes, Mommy!"

It was the morning they were supposed to get ready and fight Pennywise, but the rest of the Losers had no idea that Richie killed him already. He thought about doing it over phone, but that seemed to lame. He wanted to tell them in person instead at the clubhouse.

Richie and Eddie got there a bit earlier to relax in the hammock together. Eds laid between his legs and on his chest while Richie absentmindedly ran his hand over his short hair.

"I'm glad my mom accepted me," Eddie said.

"She noticed the way you weren't grossed out at the sight of my bloody finger. She figured I was special to you."

"I thought she was gonna kick me out the house."

He snorted, "I guess what they say about parents usually know these things is true. Even if she kicked you out, you could live with me."

"You want me to live you?" Eddie sat up from the hammock suddenly, causing the hammock to flip over and they fell out. He wrapped his arms around Eds just in time before he fell on his back on the dusty wooden floor. Luckily it was like a foot or so off the ground so it didn't really hurt. Richie coughed as dust flew around them and they started to laugh.

They didn't even bother to get off the ground, "Of course I want you to live with me. That and so much more, we could even adopt."

"Adopt?" Eddie squeaked out.

"Huh? Oh, I meant like a dog or cat."

"Oh, right…"

"Well, let's start with a dog or cat or even both first….Then maybe we could adopt a foster child. I think you would make a great mommy."

Eddie sat up and smiling down at him, "Shut up, Trashmouth."

"Make me, Eds." Eds leaned down and captured his lips in a soft kiss.

He rolled his hips into Richie's and they moaned when their clothed cocks met. He could feel Eddie's hard cock through his adorable red shorts. Richie suddenly had the urge for Eddie to fuck him while still wearing those shorts. They were short enough that Eddie could slip his cock under the hem so he didn't have to take them off. Richie could pull his pants and underwear down to his shoes and Eddie was small enough to get between his lanky legs and slip that adorable pink cock in his ass.

"Go get a room you two," he heard Stan's voice say. Richie whipped his head to see Stan and Bill standing there. His face burned at being caught with Eddie between his lanky legs grinding into him.

Eddie pulled off trying to cover his tented shorts. Richie got up and turned away from them to adjust his boner before turning back to them. Mike, Bev and Ben came down into the clubhouse to join them. He got lost in the moment and almost completely forgot why he asked them to come in the first place.

"Pennywise attacked us when I got home. We fought him in my basement," Bill said without a single stutter.

"I got the shape shifting bastard right in his eye with a fire poker," Stan said with a smile.

"I pulled the fire poker out and swung at his head like he was a baseball. It made a dent in his head, but shape shifted his legs and arms. They bent backwards like some kind of yoga spider demon bullshit and he disappeared."

Maybe that was why it seemed like weaker than usual. Richie rested his hand on the knife Henry Bowers gave him in his pocket. He pulled it out and held it between his fingers to show the Losers. He made thrusting motion with the closed knife, "I stabbed the mother fucker like this, it was awesome. You guys should've been there."

"Stabbed him?" Stan pointed at him, "Wait a sec, is that Henry Bowers' knife? Oh my god, did you kill him?!"

"What? No, he gave me his knife."

"He just gave you his knife?" Bev asked slowly.

"When we left the clubhouse yesterday, Eddie and I saw Henry and Patrick," he should probably leave out the part where they watched Patrick give Henry a blowjob in the middle of the ravine. He glanced over to see Eds blushing before he cleared his throat, "They chased us in the woods and we hid behind a huge tree. Pennywise disguised as Henry's dad grabbed Henry and was gonna kill him."

"So you saved Henry Bowers?" Ben interrupted him.

"Yes, now let me continue. Henry got out of his grasp and I used a tree branch like a spear in the fucking clown's stomach."

"I threw a rock at his stupid head," Eds said with a laugh.

"Then I took the branch that was still in his stomach and shoved it's in his mouth. Henry pulled out his knife and slashed it's throat. There was a shit ton of nasty smelling black blood. It smelled like the sewers. Patrick even used his lighter and threw it at Pennywise, he went up in flames."

"That's when Richie asked Henry to use his knife and he stabbed the crap out of Pennywise. He shoved his hand into the hole he made in Pennywise's body and ripped out it's heart. It was pretty awesome, but fucking gross, you guys."

"Killing the fucking clown seemed to lift the damn curse from Derry. Eddie's mom was so nice to me that she invited me for dinner last night. That sounds like a joke, but it wasn't one."

Bill walked over and gave him a hug. His body shook in his long arms as he rubbed his back to comfort him. They both knew it wouldn't bring back Georgie, but at least they knew that fucking clown couldn't hurt anyone else anymore. Bill pulled away and went to stand beside his boyfriend. Stan wiped Bill's tear stained face, gave him a small kiss on the lips and held hand.

"Was that why Daddy was so different yesterday?" She walked over to hug Richie, "Thank you so much. He made us dinner last night and he apologized for treating me horribly all these years." She pulled away sniffling.

"I know it isn't much, but Henry apologized for hurting you, Ben. I know he was an asshole, but he said he just wanted to scare you. I'm sure Pennywise was influencing his emotions. He had a lot of personal demons and I helped him overcome some of them. We saved him and now he wants to be our friend."

"Are you sure he isn't playing some kind of trick on you?" Stan asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. We apparently have somethings in common," Richie said vaguely.

"What do you mean by that?"

"We both hated ourselves for things we couldn't change. Afraid of what others would think about us. I tried to hide it by making jokes about Eddie's mom and liking girls from school. He hid it by calling us names and being an asshole. I told him I was from the future and he asked what happens or what would've happened. I said he was locked up for killing his dad and that I was sorry for killing him."

"You were afraid about people finding out you're gay, right? Wait...Does that mean Bowers is gay too?" Bill asked.

"You killed Henry Bowers?" Mike asked shocked.

"Yes and yes," Richie said.

"How do you know that he's gay?" Stan asked.

"Ummm... Yesterday, when we saw Henry and Patrick, they were uh-"

"Kissing! Yeah...we just caught them kissing," Eds said with a nervous laugh.

"Yep, that's all," Richie laughed along with Eds.

The Losers all decided to celebrate the death of Pennywise and the looming curse that burdened Derry forever. They all wore proper swimming trunks and a one piece bathing suit for Bev obviously. They each took turns jumping off the cliff and into the water in the quarry. He was thankful for the change in clothing as opposed to their underwear. He liked how Eds looked in his white briefs, but that was exactly the problem. He didn't want to pop a boner in front of his friends.

He was giving Eddie a piggyback ride in the more shallow parts. Ben was having a splashing war with Mike. Bev was trying to float on her back. Yeah, that doesn't really work in fresh water. Stan was next to Bill with a hand rubbing his back. He guessed Bill wasn't feeling very happy, even if we killed Georgie's murderer. He wished that Georgie was still alive, they didn't really find his body, but he didn't want to give him false hope either.

Richie felt something brush past his leg in the water, he looked down to see what looked like a turtle in the murky water. A turtle? Didn't Pennywise yell something about a turtle?

He winced when a sharp pain went through his head and then dulled to a throbbing one. "Hello, young one. I am which you speak of," an ancient wise voice reverberated in his head. He looked around at the other Losers to see if they reacted to the voice he just heard. They didn't seem to have heard it, maybe he was going crazy. "No, you are not child. I am Maturin. It was I that had brought you from your timeline to this current one. Thank you, for defeating the deadlights or what you know as Pennywise. The negative energy that it fed off the residents of Derry made it too strong even for me. I do not have much strength left after moving you through time, but I can save the little one."

Before he could think about what the hell that was all about, the murky water glowed and pulsed a bright green light, "What the hell is that light coming from?" Eddie pointed from above him.

Something yellow was coming up from the deeper part of the water and rising slowly up. He moved closer to see what it was. The green light faded and then something came up to the surface. Not something, but someone. He couldn't tell who it was, but they were small and wore a yellow coat. They finally floated to the surface of the water.

"Oh my god, is that Georgie," Eddie whispered in disbelief as he got off his back.

Richie was terrified that he was dead, he didn't think Bill could handle seeing the lifeless body of his baby brother. If he was dead, how the hell did he float from? Was that what the voice in his head meant? Richie reached out and lifted Georgie's body slightly from the water. Miraculously, he was warm still and he leaned down to check if he still had a heartbeat.

He heard a small gasp of air. He pulled back in shock and almost let go of him, "Richie? Where am I? Where's Bill?" he asked in that cute boyish voice of his.

Tears of relief poured down his face and he looked down to hold Georgie's hand to let him know he was alright now. His yellow coat was shredded up to the shoulder and most of his arm was a light pink for some reason, almost like a sunburn.

"Bill, come here!" Richie called out and using carried Georgie through the water over Bill.

Bill rushed over and pulled Georgie from his arms, holding him in a hug. "Georgie, I'm so sorry. It's my fault you're dead," he said crying into his shoulder.

"Ow, I'm gonna die if you keep squeezing me too hard," Georgie wheezed out.

"Oh my god, you're alive!" Bill pulled away with a huge smile and tears streaming down his face. He held him again muttering, "You're alive, you're alive, you're alive." The rest of the Losers gathered around them in stunned silence.

"How did I get here and where did your stutter go?" Georgie asked.

Bill wiped his face and laughed, "Let's go home, Georgie."