Hiya! Here's the second chapter. Sorry I haven't posted any one-shots or added to this story in a couple of days, I've been sick and haven't gotten around to writing. I'm also traveling soon, which means hours of writing on the plane! Yay! Enjoy the chapter!

The cloudy skies made the forest extra dark. The rain falling down, created a wave of sound in the woods. It would have been peaceful, if it were not for the terrible feeling in Mike's gut. He rushed through the woods, carrying his bike at his side. His breath was heavy and his shoes were soaked through. But he had to get to El.

Once the little cabin was in view, Mike sped up his pace, doing everything in his will power to get to her. "El?" He yelled throwing his bike to the ground and knocking on the door so hard, that splinters got stuck in his knuckles. "El?!" He screamed again. The door didn't open. The sound of leaves crunching mad Mike whip around. "Who's there?" Mike yelled, grabbing the small axe for cutting fire wood.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Kid! It's me!" Jim Hopper said holding his hands up. Mike sighed with relief and dropped the axe.

"Whoa. Kid why are you so out of breath? You look like one of those demo-dogs were chasing you." Hopper approached Mike cautiously.

"I, uh... Oh god, this is going to sound crazy."

"Try me kid. I have a daughter who can move things with her mind." Mike fiddled with his now soaking wet jacket.

"I uh... was at home, and uh a had this feeling that El was in trouble, and she was late... so I came to check on her." Hopper couldn't help but chuckle.

"Young love." Mike glared at Hops little statement.

"I don't love her." Hopper smacked his lips. "Okay. Kid." Mike shot Hopper a look, before remembering his original mission.

"Where's El?" Mike said, suddenly feeling the contorted gut feeling again. The panicked pain in his chest made his breath quicken again. Hopper smirked.

"Relax. El is in the tree house." Mike looked at Hopper like he was crazy.

"Treehouse? Wha-." Suddenly a pair of small arms wrapped around Mike's torso and a body flew into his. Mike stumbled forward trying to keep himself from falling to ground.

"Mike!" The body let go of him, and Mike turned around to the familiar voice. El. Without thinking Mike threw his arms around her his entire body relaxing. Except for the feeling in his chest.

"El..." he whispered holding the back of her head with one of his hands.

"You're okay." El pulled away confused.

"Yes... Why? Is everything okay?" Mike only nodded. He gazed into those big, brown, beautiful eyes. They were memorizing. He didn't just see his reflection in them, he saw her emotions. Her thoughts. They gazed at him back, moving cautiously. Taking in everything. They were so curious. So full of wonder and passion. He could stare into them all day.

Her hand on his cheek knocked him out of this thoughts. "Mike. Friends tell each other things." He cupped her face reassuringly.

"It's okay El. Everything is okay. I promise." El smiled. Those lips. God. He could watch them move all day. El loved to talk. Now that she could have a pretty good conversation with people. She loved to describe things. And Mike loved to listen to her voice.

"Mike. Come see treehouse." El quickly let go of his cheek and grabbed his hand, pulling him the other side of the house. They ca,e to the back, and to a large oak tree. Hopper was nailing some wood to the tree for the latter.

"Wow. El. You guys built this?" She nodded excitedly, squeezing his hand.

"Yep." Hopper said pulling the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Dragged me out into the rain for this." El giggled innocently. Hopper rolled his eyes muttering something under his breath.

"C-can we go in it?" El nodded and smiled larger, if that was possible. She pulled his hand up the tree. Hopper moved out of the way so the two could go up. El went first. As she climbed into the tree house, she turned around and held out a hand for Mike. Mike grasped the latter as he climbed. The rain made it slick, but he tried his best.

He put is foot on the final step and reached for El's hand. Then, his foot slipped. Mike screamed out as he fell backwards, the ground coming closer and closer. Mike squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for the impact. Yet, he never hit the ground. Mike opened his eyes. He was floating a couple of inches above the ground. El peeked through the trap door. She smiled and waved. Mike shook his head and smiled. Slowly Mike started to float upwards, until he could reach El's hand. She pulled him into the treehouse.

Mike took a second to get on his feet. He looked out the big window. It showed a clear view of the woods for miles. El came up and leaned next to him.

"Pretty?" She asked, looking at him with those big eyes again. Mike nodded. Slowly he reached out his hand and took El's. She looked down at thier interlaced fingers and smiled.

"Mike?" El asked pulling away from the window and facing him.

"Yes El?" Mike gulped. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her. It took everything he had not to.

"What do you call this?" El asked motioning to thier hands. Mike blushed.

"H-holding hands." Mike stuttered. El smiled softly.

"It's nice."

"Y-Yeah. It is." Very slowly, Mike started to lean in. El moved closer as well. Thier lips were centimeters apart. With one little movement, Mike could kiss her. He leaned in. Thier noses touched. Thier lips brushing barely together. El then collapsed in his arms with a painful gasp. Mike jumped back.

"El? El!" He screamed at her as her eyes grew heavy, then he saw the little needle in her neck. Without thinking he pulled it out and tossed it out the window. "El!?" He screamed again.

"Get them. They are the most important!" A voice suddenly sneered. Mike rushed to the window. Several men where rushing through to the woods. Holding guns. He had to get El out.

"El. El! Come on! Please wake up. I need you." Mike said shaking El. She gave a little groan and sat up.

"Come on!" Mike bundled El in his arms and did his best to get out of the tree house. He froze. He was surrounded.

"Where the hell are they?" Lucas complained. Max patted his shoulder.

"I'm sure they're fine. You're just overreacting." Max said reassuringly. Lucas nodded, but didn't seem convinced. Dustin sighed for the hundredth time.

"Yeah... maybe they're just watching a movie and lost track of time." Wil said with a small smile.

"Or off kissing somewhere." Dustin chimed in, trying to lighten the conversation. Max gave a nervous chuckle. Lucas stared down at his empty plate.

"I don't know guys. I have a bad feeling about this." Lucas suddenly stood up.

"Come on, we're going to the cabin. Just to make us feel better." Lucas pushed his way out of the diner and grabbed his bike. Everyone followed. Lucas gave them one last nod, before they all set off to Hopper's cabin.

Yay! That's the chapter! Sorry for the cliffhanger. (Hehe) until next time,

-Daisy