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A/N: ONE WEEK LATER! Did you survive the girl form The Ring? Just kidding, you didn't even watch the cursed videotape! (Sorry, I'm a big fan of The Ring) Anyways, time for another chapter! YAY! Just saying, I will now upload twice a week since I even get impatient with waiting an entire week to update!

I'm sure you guys will be okay with that.

Update on life: Uh, nothing much happened, really. I've been working on this story. I will be taking a break from my other story, "A New Family" for a little while, only uploading a new chapter every now and then until this sequel is done. I'm also stuck on writers' block. UGH! Also, I had my first four tests of the semester and I did pretty well, but that doesn't matter lol

robinmuffins: Thank you so much for your kind words! And you will see Steph's reaction here! :) And yes, Bill and Steph ARE couple goals! That sentence made my day!

SuperSentai199: I know, it's so sweet that they got married! You will see them return to Derry in the next chapter!

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.2019: Love seeing you review like always! And they do have a good relationship, but there will be tension between them at some points. It's obvious why.

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Anyways, ENOUGH TALKING! Without further ado, here is the second, long awaited chapter!

Chapter Two

Mike's words sank in, and the moment Steph remembered what he was talking about, she nearly dropped the cell phone. She couldn't breathe, she couldn't speak… Her eyes were wider than they had ever been, and she thought she was about to die right there. She tried to stand up but she ended up falling to her knees on the floor. She started gasping for air just as Mike spoke again.

"Steph, are you okay?"

"You've got to be freaking kidding," she choked out through her gasps. And another memory pierced her mind.

"Swear," he began with a confident voice. "S-Swear… if It isn't dead… if It ever comes back… we'll come back too."

Steph's heart plummeted to the never ending pit of her stomach at just the idea of returning to Derry when It came back. One thing was for sure; It was going to come back. They all knew it themselves. They couldn't deny it. Heck, not even Steph could brush it off; she wasn't that stupid.

But she would be ready when that did end up happening. So, without hesitation, the youngest member of the Losers' Club was the first to stand up, her words not even needing to be said. Steph gave Bill a knowing look and nodded, her promise confirmed. Because, in her right mind, she would stick alongside Bill.

Until the very end.

"Are you serious, Mike?" she asked more calmly, but that horror never left her body.

"Yes."

Steph sighed, and put her phone on speaker. She set it on the floor beside her, running her hands through her hair in shock. "Oh, God…" she whispered harshly to herself.

How could she have forgotten? She forgot everything that had happened in Derry… She had a good memory, so how did she forget?

Why did she forget?

"Will you come to Derry, Steph?" Mike asked. "You promised. You promised you would come back… You and Bill need to come home."

"Yes…" Steph whispered, pulling her left hand away from her head and saw it. Everything clicked.

A slim, silver scar rested on the palm of her hand. And for a moment, she could have sworn that she felt a stinging pain ignite there. She squeezed her eyes shut, but it went away just as quickly as it happened. She stared at the scar.

The exact scar her own husband had given her 27 years ago…

"Yeah… I remember…" she said a little louder.

"I hope you come back," Mike said again. "Tomorrow."

"Yeah… yeah, I will," Steph confirmed. "I promise… Bye…"

She hung up the phone before Mike could say anything else. She leaned forward and laid her head on the cold and welcoming floor. Sobs immediately spilled out of her mouth, but no tears came. These were sobs of anger, not sadness. She was furious, thinking, If It's back, then children have most likely been killed.

Steph remembered that several children had gone missing 27 years ago. She had concluded that they had also died. She couldn't quite remember all of their names, but one stood out like a sore thumb.

Bill's little brother, Georgie…

This time, tears streamed down the woman's face. She started slamming her fist against the floor repeatedly in rage. She buried her face in one of her arms and screamed, but it was muffled. Her body was shaking with each sob, all of them filled with dread.

A part of her actually did not want to go back to Derry, partly because she was afraid. But mostly because she wasn't sure if what was happening at the moment was real or not. She hated not knowing the real answer to that thought, and it made her even angrier. Suddenly, during her fit of rage, another memory rushed through her subconscious… But it was a good memory… A somewhat happy memory…

As they walked down the sidewalk, chatting away, Steph looked in front of her to see Bill walk out of a nearby alley and face them. She could see his eyes widen and it looked like his mouth was agape in shock. She looked confused for a moment, thinking that oncoming danger was right behind her. There was nothing there, but when she turned around, she could see that his eyes were still wide but he had a look of amusement on his face. It was then that she realized…

Bill was staring at her.

Steph blushed furiously but smiled as she approached him.

She was, in fact, blushing right now as she finally calmed down. Just the thought of the teenage boy who was now her husband was able to keep her sane in that moment. She didn't smile, but her haggard breathing started to slow and become more normal. She didn't move from where she was on the floor despite this.

Who else was she with that day? She knew that she was talking with someone when she was walking down the sidewalk. But who was it? Was it someone she used to be friends with? She had no idea.

God, she wished she could remember a lot faster than she really was. She wanted to smack herself in the face, but knew that it would be a stupid move. Why couldn't more memories appear in her mind? Why were they repressed?

All of a sudden, Steph felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She gasped harshly, lifting up the shirt she was wearing. Her eyes widened when she saw a small scar on her skin. She didn't remember exactly how she had gotten it, but she knew that it was related to whatever had happened 27 years ago.

The camper door suddenly opened, making the woman jump nearly a mile into the air. Steph snapped her head to the doorway, and she saw Bill standing mere feet away from her. She noticed that he looked rather disturbed, his eyes wide with an emotion that seemed like shock. He was staring in her direction, unmoving. And that was when she came to the realization…

"Did you get a phone call?" she asked hoarsely.

There was a long moment of silence, during which she saw Bill's cell phone gripped tightly in his right hand. She met his eyes again just in time to see him slowly nod.

"Crap…" Her limbs all of a sudden felt weak, almost like she was ready to pass out at any moment.

It was real… It was really real… It had returned and children in Derry, Maine were getting killed… It was a disgusting realization…

"I think I'm gonna be sick," Steph said quickly, gagging as she rushed to the tiny bathroom in their camper. Bill rushed after her as she lifted the toilet lid and began to vomit. She felt his hand gently lift her hair up behind her and his other hand rest on her back in a comforting way. When she finally lifted her head up, her eyes were wide, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and her face was pink.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, putting a hand on her forehead and taking deep breaths. "I just can't believe it…"

"It's okay…" he said soothingly, rubbing her back. She leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him.

"I was gonna tell you that Mike called… But I guess I was too late for that…" Steph chuckled humorlessly, wiping the tears off of her face. Bill didn't laugh at all, instead holding her in his arms, trying to calm her down.

"I was… really shocked to say the least," Bill said quietly. "Like, we haven't seen him or the others in over 20 years…"

Steph managed to give off a subtle smile. "You know… It's funny, really… The only people that I remember from back then are Mike and you…" she remarked, causing both she and Bill to laugh a little.

"And you remember Mike only because he was the one that called us…" he finished for her. Steph nodded, not moving from where she was.

She didn't know how it happened, but she found herself back on the couch with Bill, his arms around her in a loving manner. Turns out, he had carried her from the tiny bathroom back to where she was sitting fifteen minutes before. Steph now had Bill's laptop resting on her legs, looking up flights to Maine with the rapid speed of her fingers. They were now completely serious as they sat there together.

Never before had they been so serious about a situation in a very long time. But, to be honest, they were a little scared. No, scratch that. They were terrified.

What would Derry be like when they arrived? Would it be different? The same? Steph had no idea… Neither did Bill… And that scared them to no end.

They hoped that they would be able to destroy It when they returned to their hometown. If they could destroy It… Heck, they didn't even know how powerful It could be at this point. Nearly thirty years had passed since they had first defeated the monster. It was bound to be even stronger than ever now.

Steph also wondered what her friends from the past looked like now. Would they look completely different? Would she be able to recognize them or not? She had no idea, to be honest. She hoped that she would be able to know who they were, although she didn't know if she would.

She was honestly surprised when she was able to recognize Mike Hanlon almost the second that she had heard his name. She supposed that it was because he had been the one to inevitably call her and deliver the horrific news. Steph still felt sick as this information resonated inside of her gut. She hated knowing this, secretly not wanting to go back to Derry.

But she knew that she needed to be brave. So… she was going back, no matter what happened. And if Bill was going back, she was going with him. She would always go with him.

Until the very end.

"Are you scared?" Bill asked her, breaking the silence. Steph took a deep breath, her hands shaking slightly over the keyboard. She tried calming herself by taking his right hand and squeezing tightly, and it worked, just like always. Her heartbeat slowly went back to its normal rhythm as she nodded her head a little.

"Yeah, I am," she admitted in a low voice. "And I don't want to be. I hate being scared. You know?" She looked into Bill's blue eyes as he nodded his head in response.

"I know exactly what you mean," he said. "I'm a little scared myself, but it'll be okay. W-W-Wuh-We'll see…" He immediately froze at the same time Steph did. She stared at her husband with wide eyes as she took her hand out of his.

"Bill…" she whispered in a slightly shocked voice. "Your stutter…" Bill lowered his head slightly and ran one of his hands through his auburn hair.

"It's come back… just like It," he stated simply. Steph sighed and rested her forehead on her husband's shoulder. She slipped her arms around his torso, and he returned the embrace.

They didn't know how long they stayed in that embrace, but the sun was slowly setting outside of the camper. Bill got up quickly and locked the camper door, then sat back down next to his wife. He put his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her forehead.

"It's g-guh-going to be okay," he murmured soothingly, although his voice trembled a little. "I'll make sure that you-you'll be okay…"

Steph nodded her head. "Okay…" she whispered.

"I l-love you," Bill said.

"And I love you, too," Steph replied in a stronger voice.

Bill leaned in and kissed her gently. So gently in fact that it almost made Steph collapse. She put a hand on his cheek as he pulled her closer to him. He continued to kiss her as it started to get more passionate. Steph nearly lost control as he broke away and started trailing kisses down her neck.

She put both of her hands on his chest and lightly pushed him away. He looked at her with a questioning stare. Steph shook her head slightly as she looked down. "Not tonight…" she whispered. "I'm sorry…"

Bill pulled her into a gentle hug. "It's okay…" he replied, completely understanding her stress about the current situation they were both in. "We-We should get some rest, a-anyway," he added.

Steph nodded and they pulled away. She went back to the laptop and ordered their tickets for the next flight from New York to Maine. Bill absentmindedly played with her blonde hair to calm her down, and she felt a lot more sane within his presence.

They went to bed later that night, Bill holding his wife close to him as they slept. They were in for a long day tomorrow.

A day filled with horror… And they didn't know if they would make it through that horror…

Steph kept drifting in and out of consciousness as she struggled to sleep. As much as she wanted to dream good dreams, memories kept pouring into her mind, and although she couldn't remember some of them, others stuck out like sore thumbs.

But as time went on, those memories were being forgotten as well. It sort of frustrated her, but she knew that she couldn't help it. She had forgotten all about what had happened in Derry 27 years ago, so this was nothing compared to that.

She wondered to herself a lot of things. How did she forget her childhood? Did she just repress her memories or did something happen that caused her to forget? Either way, she didn't understand it at all. Bill was probably in the same situation she was in, trying to remember how he himself had forgotten. But one question stuck out in her mind…

If Steph had forgotten about her childhood, how in the heck did she and Bill manage to stay together until now?

To be honest, Bill was the only person she remembered from back in the day. But that was probably because he was her husband and she couldn't forget him. Not that she wanted to, but it was very uncanny to her.

Somehow, during the night, they had separated from each other's arms. Steph glanced at the digital alarm clock on the tiny nightstand. 1:09 A.M, it read. She sighed quietly to herself and ran a hand through her hair before gently getting out of bed. She was sure that she didn't wake Bill up as she snuck out of the small bedroom.

She crept towards the refrigerator and opened it. Immediately, Steph's eyes were frozen on the full bottle of wine that sat on one of the shelves. For a moment, she was very tempted to grab it. To chug the sweet but burning liquid down her throat and swallow her sorrows.

No, not a good idea. Save it for later, Steph thought to herself as she shook her head. She instead grabbed a bottle of water and gulped it down in less than two minutes. She actually needed the cool and refreshing drink to soothe her problems. It was much better than alcohol anyway.

After finishing the water, she crushed the plastic bottle with her bare hands and tossed it into the trash can. She then quietly crept back into the bedroom and climbed into bed. The second she relaxed into the mattress, she felt Bill's arms wrap around her sleepily and she let him pull her close to him. She rested her head on his chest as she sighed, more content than she was hours earlier. But as she was about to drift off, another memory hit her like a freight train, and her eyes snapped open drowsily. She ended up falling asleep as she thought about it. However, she did take notice that some of the memory was only snippets or it was out of focus.

"Hey, guys! Wait, what's wrong? You seem like you just went through trouble," Steph said, a mildly concerned look on her face.

She had exited Derry Middle School on the last day in June of 1989. She had just ran into a boy who she felt sympathy for. She couldn't quite remember his name 27 years later, but she recalled that he was very nice. And now, Steph was standing in front of her four best friends, who all looked either angry or overwhelmed.

"Bowers and his gang," Richie answered her quite easily and she rolled her eyes.

"Of course," she sighed, rubbing her temple in annoyance. "You guys okay?"

Bill nodded along with the other boys, and she smiled in relief. "I just had to warn the new kid about Bowers, so we're not the only ones he's after," she informed them.

"W-Wuh-Wuh-We should invite him to hang out with us th-th-this summer," Bill suggested. The idea made Steph grin at him in delight. "Yeah, we should," she replied. "That's a good idea, right boys?"

Richie laughed slightly. "Sure, invite the new boy into our club to make him even more of a target for Bowers," he said sarcastically. "Great freaking idea, Steph!"

"Beep Beep, jerk!" she yelled at him in a warning manner.

"Sorry, m'lady!"

"Seriously, Richie! Shut up!" another boy said. Steph also couldn't remember his name 27 years later, but she was sure that she would catch it soon.

But Richie fell quiet, much to their relief, and they grabbed their bikes and rode away from the school. Steph looked around them to make sure that they were not being followed by the Bowers' Gang, and much to her elation, they didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. Ever since the day she befriended the boys, she grew a motherly and protective nature over them, but it wasn't overbearing. Instead, she truly did care for her boys and didn't want them hurt, even if it was by any bullies.

27 years later, Steph realized that Bill was the only person that she could recognize clearly. She could barely remember Richie's name and what he looked like, but she was able to pinpoint the coke bottle glasses that framed the teenage boy's face. Other than that, she had to use her imagination to figure out what he and the rest of the boys looked like.

Oh well. She would be seeing them again as adults the day after having this dream.

Yes, Steph was well aware that this was a memory based dream. She knew that. She almost felt as if her adult self was watching the events occuring in front of her. It was incredibly eerie, and it almost scared her.

But as the memory continued, she noticed that things were beginning to click and everything was starting to get clearer. Richie's face was now recognizable and she now remembered the other boys' names.

Eddie! Stan!

Steph felt as if the names were screamed at her as she jerked awake. She didn't open her eyes, trying desperately to keep the memory latched in her subconscious fingertips. And, somehow, she didn't forget it like she had forgotten everything else that had happened 27 years ago. So, feeling reassured by this, she slowly fluttered her eyelids open, only to shield her face from the rays of sunlight that sliced through her vision.

Just as she sat up, Bill opened the door to the small bedroom. She looked at him and gave him a small and fake smile. He went over to the bed and sat down next to her, which made her lay her head on his shoulder. Steph glanced at the alarm clock that read 9:46 A.M. She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying her hardest to stay awake as she and Bill sat in silence.

Bill didn't need to speak, just running a hand up and down his wife's arm to comfort her. He pressed a small kiss to her temple and normally, Steph would have smiled at this. But she didn't this time, although she did appreciate it.

"W-We need to leave in a little bit," Bill informed her in a soft voice. "I already pa-pack…" He sighed in annoyance with his stutter. "I already packed your s-s-s-suitcase."

Steph nodded slightly. "Okay," she murmured. Their flight left in just over two hours and she was mentally preparing herself for the near future events that would take place. This made her take a deep breath as she reluctantly freed herself from Bill's arm. She stood up and walked out of the room, but not before grabbing the clothes that she would be wearing that day. She went into the tiny bathroom and changed into them in a matter of seconds. She didn't bother to put her hair up, but did brush the tangles and knots out before brushing her teeth and exiting the bathroom.

There was obvious tension between the married couple, but they knew the real reason why, knowing that the horror of the situation they had just been placed in was difficult to handle. Steph tried to ignore it, but it was practically impossible to stay away from the problem. Bill knew this, too, but avoided causing an argument between them. He didn't have a reason or the guts to be angry with her, so he just stayed quiet.

It was hard for Steph to explain the situation to Audra as best as she possibly could. She basically told her best friend that she and Bill had to pause production due to an emergency, all the while keeping it pretty vague. Audra had been suspicious and a little outraged that they were leaving, but she understood. She was a little sad to see them leave but Steph assured her that they would be back in either a few days or a week.

She and Bill got into their car with their suitcases and drove away from the studio. Steph looked back and tried her best not to get as upset as she was truly feeling inside. Bill noticed how she looked and held her hand tightly, something that she really appreciated. In fact, she intertwined their fingers and squeezed his hand, something she always did whenever she was scared or nervous. If she could hug him, she would've, but there was a space between them that prevented that. Instead, still holding his hand, Steph leaned her head back against the seat, staring out the window. She honestly couldn't think of anything to say in this moment. But, it seemed like Bill did.

"Mike has a room at the townhouse f-fuh-for us," he told her. "So, we'll take our s-s-s-suh-suh-suitcases there and then meet up with Mike and the others tonight…"

Steph nodded, managing to give her husband a small and genuine smile. "Sounds like a plan," she replied somewhat confidently. Bill smiled back a little before focusing his attention onto the road again. She looked back out the window as the buildings of New York City sped past her line of vision, but she had the nerve to glance back down at her left hand after she let go of Bill's. There the old scar sat, aging with each passing second but not looking any different.

And then Bill finally approached Steph, holding out the blood coated glass shard.

He gently took hold of her hand and looked directly into her eyes. Steph closed her eyes for a moment at the feel of his fingers on her skin. She then opened them back up to see a worried and hesitant look in his eyes. Almost as if he didn't want to cut her hand at all. She raised an eyebrow at him in confusion.

When Bill didn't move for several seconds, Steph took the hand that was holding the glass with her free one. He looked at her in shock, beginning to shake his head at the idea of hurting her. But a small glare from the girl made him relent.

Steph took his hand and placed the sharp end of the glass onto her palm. She then looked back into Bill's bright blue eyes, only focusing on him as she cut into the skin.

It took everything in the teenage girl to not even flinch at the sharp pain that shot throughout her entire hand. It almost felt as if it had been set on fire, but she didn't grimace or gasp in agony. Steph closed her eyes for a split second, however, but opened them back up quickly. She only focused on Bill, and that was enough for her to hide the pain.

He let go of her hand briefly, dropping the shard of glass onto the ground where it would never be seen again. He then took her hand again, holding it tightly.

Steph surprisingly didn't blush this time as she turned to take Beverly's hand in response. This eventually led to all of the Losers linking hands in their determination… Their promise… Their oath…

Their blood oath.

And she and Bill were fulfilling their oath. They were going back to Derry to finish off It once and for all.

But neither of them knew if the other would get through the next week alive.

A/N: So, that's the second chapter! Bill and Steph are going back to Derry! Yay and nay at the same time... Uh...

MOVING ON!

Did you like Steph's reaction to this special piece of news? Heheheheheh! I thought it was very good!

Did you enjoy the sort of dream that Steph had? She's starting to remember, yay! Kind of...

Just saying, the third chapter is VERY LONG! I think you all will love that! The second half of it is the restaurant reunion :D Which is my favorite scene of the film!

What was your favorite part of this chapter? Let me know!

This is where I leave, unfortunately! If you want to PM me about this sequel and the first story, feel free to! I hope you enjoy this chapter, although it's obvious that you did! Have a great day, and until next time!

- Hermione Romanoff

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