Helloooooo again everyone! can you believe 30 people have followed this story and 15 people have liked it!? Thank you to each and every one of you, it means the world that you are enjoying this and that you like Allison. I like to refer to her as my little 80's Gilmore on an acid trip lol.

We are about half way now and I'm so excited to show you what I have planned for my little Allison and all the others in the Stranger Things world. Enjoy! let me know what you think, especially of the sappy little moment in the middle... I'm so unsure about it but I also love it and AHH IDK.

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Hey man, everywhere you roam
Your demons come and go
But at least you're not alone, yeah

I'm searching for a remedy.

Remedy - Thirty seconds to Mars.

Saturday

Allison woke abruptly to the sounds of her Mother banging around the kitchen. She sighed in relief at her Mother's loud cooking, glancing at the boy who was meant to wake them all up at dawn. He sat slumped against the wall beside her, his hair somehow still perfect. Arms crossed over his chest and legs straight, he looked downright uncomfortable. His mouth was open slightly and he snored a little, Allison rolled her eyes with a tired smile, it was the lack of sleep that made her brain think he was adorable.

Rising with a stretch, she silently woke the boys and sent them upstairs to distract Mary and have breakfast. It wasn't until she had packed all the sleeping bags away and finished tidying up that she woke Steve, kicking the bottom of his shoe with a grin.

He straightened instantly, confused about his location before his eyes found Allison and he relaxed. "I fell asleep." He muttered running his hands over his face with a sniff.

"Big time. I almost felt bad for waking you, but you were snoring so freaking loud I was worried my Mom would venture down." She smirked, earning a tired glare from the messy-haired boy. "It's still early, we can go get what we need and still have the time to see my Dad." Allison finished with a smile. She handed him a bottle of water from last night and jabbed her thumb in the direction of the stairs. "I'm gonna go upstairs and you are gonna sneak out and then go and knock on the door, I'm telling my Mom we're all going to the movies." He nods getting to his feet and stretching his hands over his head.

The plan had gone well, not without the small hiccup of Allison's Mom having a cataclysmic reaction to meeting the previously faceless Steve. Allison gathered that her mother had approved of the attached face because she had bumbled like a swooning teenager the second Steve had turned on the charm.

Steve was still smirking at the reaction he had received from Allison's Mother. He had heard her hesitation through the heavy front door to send her children off to a stranger but was herding them out the door within minutes after opening it.

Meanwhile, Allison's blush still hadn't cooled from the humiliation she had suffered at the hands of her Mother. On top of the giggling schoolgirl routine, Mary Edwards had made some comments to her daughter about the shape of her friend's rear end that she just didn't have the mental compacity to deal with today. Allison just hoped to god that Steve hadn't heard; his ego and her embarrassment were already sky high.

The four of them had gathered chunks of meat filling two buckets and Dustin picked the spot, instructing Steve to leave his car by the abandoned train tracks, they exited the car and began unloading. Daniel and Allison went to scout while Dustin and Steve walked a few yards back, chatting quietly and tossing meat as they went.

Whatever they were talking about had Dustin enraptured and Allison desperately wanted to hear what her Chemistry partner had to say. She shook her head at her own invasive thoughts, her journalistic tendencies almost getting the better of her. Allison turned her attention to her brother instead, who looked ahead, wearily, hoping to avoid Dart at any cost.

"How's it going over there, Kiddo?" Allison asks quietly, slowing to match Daniel's pace. He jumped in surprise at her voice, forgetting momentarily that she had been walking a few steps ahead.

"I hate these woods. They really freak me out."

Allison nods in understanding, they made her uncomfortable too, she couldn't believe when she had first arrived in Hawkins, she had admired the beauty of the trees. They reminded her of her friends now and the pain they had suffered for a year at the hands of her Fathers Lab.

"Once this is done, I'm taking you home to Mom, okay kid? We go talk to Dad and then we go. You are way too young to be dealing with this shit, Hell, I'm too young to be dealing with it." She sighs, her fingers untangling the ends of her hair. The last thing on her mind had been to run a brush through her hair while she waited for Steve to knock earlier.

"I don't want to leave Dustin and Steve to deal with this alone, Alli. I say we talk to Dad and if he doesn't have any answers we keep helping them until we can find the Police Chief. Dustin said Chief Hopper is a good man if we can find him maybe we can all go home, Steve and Dustin too."

The look of determination on Daniel's face had Allison sighing again, she knew he was right; they couldn't leave Dustin and Steve to handle this alone. "Alright, it's a deal, Kid. Just be careful okay? I want you to stick with me unless I say otherwise." Daniel nods, a small smile pulling at his mouth.

The pair let silence fall between them, the sounds of the gravel and fallen leaves underneath their feet and the rustling of trees filling their ears. Allison could almost trick herself into believing it was peaceful.

"Is it bad that despite how terrifying this all is, I kinda feel like a total badass? Like a Ghostbuster or something."

Allison laughs loud enough to draw the attention of the boys behind her momentarily. Steve thinks it sounds like bells, he also thinks he might be sleep deprived because his thoughts had gotten weird in the last hour.

Wrapping an arm around her little brother, Allison squeezes, laughing again when Daniel squirms. "Such a badass, Dweeb." He huffs in annoyance, breaking away from her with his tongue stuck out defiantly. He struts ahead of her, arms swinging as he returns to his lookout duty. Lingering back, Allison lets the badass be.

They have been walking for fifteen minutes or so when Allison hears a disbelieving Steve talking to Dustin over the crunching of leaves under her tennis shoes. "No, no, no, no, like a sexual electricity."

"Oh!"

"You feel that," Steve continues, much to Allison's mortification. "And then you make your move." She hears Dustin ask if that's when he should kiss her, and Steve corrects him quickly with what could be the worst advice on dating she had ever heard. Some girls want you to be aggressive like a lion… At that moment she wished the leaves crunched louder, she went to speed up but suddenly Dustin's quiet voice piqued her interest again.

"What type was Nancy?"

"Nancy's different. She's different than the other girls." Allison's heart broke a little for her friend. She didn't know what her friend was like last year but the boy she had come to know, he didn't deserve the blame Nancy had thrust upon them.

"Yeah, she seems pretty special, I guess."

"Yeah, yeah, she is."

Allison wanted to turn around and squeeze him as tight as she could, the only thing that held her back is her meekness for kinda accidentally snooping and the fact that he was currently playing big brother to Dustin and a consoling hug would do little for his credibility as a high school heart-breaker.

"What about Alli, she's not like any girl I've ever met. Is she different like Nancy?" Allison nearly choked on the crisp air upon hearing the younger boy's query, her steps faltering as she blushed bright red. She should have known her snooping would put her in an uncomfortable position. Nevertheless, she strained her ears to hear Steve's response, curious to know what her friend thought of her.

"Edwards isn't special like Nancy." Allison's face fell at his words, actively trying not to show any physical reaction she kept walking, her eyes found Daniel, who peeked back with a grin. She waved and smiled, pretending she hadn't just been gutted by her friend. It surprised her that Steve's words had cut her so deep, she supposed after the last few days he would have a strong opinion of her. She certainly held a positive opinion of him. "How do I explain this… Nance is like Spring, yeah? Everything about her is so..."

"Perfect?" Dustin surmised.

She could imagine Steve nodding in agreement, his hair bobbing in synchronicity. "Yeah. You know in Spring it's always sunny, but not too sunny, and the air always smells sweet, like… flowers and all the colours are bright and pink? That's Nancy." Steve sighs deeply before continuing, "Allison is like Fall, completely opposite to Nance."

"But Alli is nice like Nancy, and I've seen her wear pink plenty of times, she wore pink last night!" Dustin argues, viewing the assessment as an insult to his friend's older sister. He hated Fall, it always meant Summer was over, which meant back to school. Dustin liked Alli, Daniel had told him that she knew a lot about movies and music, and she had taken the time to learn about D&D because it meant so much to him, he thought that was cool.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Allison is nice, but in a… softer way. Allison is kind and funny and a little strange in a way that's comfortable, warm maybe. I don't know, I'm not explaining this right."

"No, I get what you're saying. Fall has comfortable clothes, and the trees always look really nice, orange and yellow, like her top today! The weather is always perfect in Fall."

"Exactly, perfect. In a different way." Steve says a little gruffly, realising he was having an incredibly meaningful conversation with a thirteen-year-old. He stares ahead at the girl in question, her dark hair fluttering behind her as she walks, her head down and her arms crossed over her yellow sweater. He had surprised himself with his assessment but couldn't find fault in it. Allison had become important to him over the last few days. They are both quiet for a few moments before Dustin speaks again.

"You know, now that I think about it, Fall might be my favourite season."

"Yeah, mine too."

They continue talking about the girl Dustin likes, but Allison barely hears over the pumping of her heart in her ears. The things Steve had said about her were the nicest things she had ever heard. Tears formed in her eyes as she ran the words over in her head, He called her perfect.

No one had ever called her perfect before. She couldn't wrap her mind around how nice it felt hearing those words from her friend's mouth. Allison wanted to dissect every part of his speech, study it and find the hidden meanings within, kicking herself for the intelligent part of her brain reminding her this wasn't the time. If you make it out alive, she rolled her eyes at her own black thoughts, you can sift through each and every vowel.

Allison found herself much closer to the boys as she processed what she had heard, Steve's voice suddenly much louder than before, frightened her back into reality. "Faberge,"

"What?"

Allison can feel Steve's eyes on her back like he worried she might be too close to say what he's about to say, he was completely right in his worry. "It's Faberge Organics. Use the shampoo and the conditioner, and when the hair is damp — it's not wet, OK? When it's damp — do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray."

"Farrah Fawcett spray?" Dustin says, humour lining his voice.

"Yeah Farrah Fawcett, "You tell anyone I told you that, and your ass is grass, your dead, Henderson, you understand that?"

They had stopped walking and Allison stopped as well, watching Steve point a threatening finger at the pre-teen, meat filling his hand. He smiles slightly muttering an 'okay' when Dustin promises not to tell, before throwing the meat chunks on the ground and turning to keep walking, stopping abruptly when he sees a smirking Allison a few steps ahead.

"Oh, shit," Dustin mutters glancing between the teens with wide eyes. Allison's eyes sparkle with glee as she opens her mouth to shamelessly pick on the perfect-haired boy for threatening a child. Dustin cuts her off before she can get a word in. "I saw Allison and her Mom staring at your butt when we were leaving this morning!"

Steve's eyebrow rises toward the open-mouthed girl, a blush colouring her cheeks adorably. "I was not staring at his ass, Dustin! Why would you… uh, no!" Allison huffs in embarrassment, Steve's smirk growing on his face. "Stop, smirking at me like that Harrington! I swear this is totally not fair, my Mom was being gross! That's not my fault."

Steve and Dustin glance at each other before bursting into laughter. "Okay, but I just have to ask— did you like the view?" Allison groans, whirling away quickly and surging to catch up to her brother. She was going to kill her Mother when she got home, whether she enjoyed the view or not.

An old junkyard came into view not too long after, adjusting the playful mood the four had shared. Old cars and rusty junk sat in the open field, the grass green and slowly growing over the junk. Daniel was already searching the space for usable tools while Dustin, Allison, and Steve took in the grassy area. It was the perfect spot, far enough away from civilisation and with a suitable place to hide in the form of a rusted-out bus.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, this will do." Steve remarks, removing his ray bans that had materialised in the last five minutes, and walking into the mess. "This will do just fine. Good call, dude." Dustin grins at Steve, blushing slightly. Allison steps in front of the young kid, flicking the brim of his hat with a chuckle.

Walking to the middle of the field, she watches her Brother circle the rusty bus with a small smile, pushing the doors open eventually and shimmying inside when they didn't open fully. "Careful, Kid! That's like Rust Monster city!" Daniel's head popped out from the broken door, so she could see him roll his eyes before he got to work on fixing the entrance to the bus.

"Did you just make a D&D reference? Why don't girls my age know about this stuff! Bullshit." Dustin exclaims dumping the last of the meat in a pile next to Allison. She chuckles, opening her mouth to reply when they hear a yell from a few meters away and turn to the noise.

"I said medium-rare!" Lucas shouts waving his arm over his bandana covered head with a grin. A girl walks next to him in a blue hoodie and curly red hair. Her arms are crossed defensively but a small smile lights up her face when she finds Dustin.

"Who's that?"

It didn't take a genius to figure out that was Dustin's mystery girl from the sad look on his young face. Even Steve put the clues together quickly and left well enough alone, stepping away from the pre-teen and moving toward the bus, his yellow meat gloves dropping to the grass as he went. Allison, putting two and two together assumed this was the parties elusive MADMAX and placed a hand on Dustin's shoulder in support; young love was totally a bitch.

"You told her? Dustin exclaims with a shake of his head, kneeling behind the long-dead red car a few meters from the bus that Steve, Daniel, and Max were currently turning into a fortress. Allison stood over Lucas' shoulder, arms crossed over her chest and her foot tapping in frustration at the boys' ridiculous argument.

"So what?"

"So what?" Dustin mimics in disbelief.

"You wanted to tell her too!"

"Yeah, but I didn't! We all agreed not to tell her and to look for Dart." Dustin says with an air of superiority. It was obvious to Allison that the two boys were fighting more over Max then whole telling Max thing. Her patience was running thin with the two, who were letting the day slip by whilst they bickered.

"You told Daniel and Alli," Lucas replies smugly, seeming to think he has the trump card but Dustin snorts, readjusting the cap on his head. Allison groans, stomping away in frustration. A glance upward revealed time was sliding away; the sun sat low in the west. It would begin to set soon, and Allison and Daniel still had the task of visiting their Father.

A sudden clang of metal hitting metal makes her jump. Whipping around, Allison finds Steve yelling at the two boys' who looked to have found some common ground. "Hey, Dickheads! How come the only one helping me is this random girl?" He gestures toward Max who was currently stacking metal against the bus while Daniel worked inside, trying to open the emergency hatch. "We lose light in forty minutes, let's go. Let's go I said!"

They both follow an annoyed looking Steve with a cacophony of insults and swears directed at the older boy. Allison rolls her eyes, dragging a few scrap pieces over to Max with a polite smile. The girl smiles back, pushing her long hair behind her ear. "Hey, your Max, right? I'm Allison."

"I know, the boys talk about you all the time. They think you're really cool." She replies, taking a sheet of scrap metal from Allison's hand and throwing it onto her pile with a loud bang. "My ass-hole step-brother may have mentioned you as well."

Allison frowns at the girl in confusion resulting in another smile from the redhead. "Billy is my step-brother." Her brow crinkles in sympathy and the girl chuckles. "Yeah," Max sighs, brushing her hands on her blue jeans.

"I feel anything he said about me probably wasn't good, I kinda yelled at him a couple days ago." Allison winced. She couldn't imagine the sort of brother Billy Hargrove would be; her money was on a bad one.

"He probably deserved it. Our parents make him take me home from school sometimes and he saw you in the parking lot on Thursday, said you were like a really good runner and a bit of a bitch." Max chuckled, her attention drawn to Steve and the two boys who were currently arguing about something ridiculous if Steve's face was any indication.

Allison couldn't disagree with Billy's assessment. At least he had said something nice first, she mused. "Boys are so stupid," Max mutters returning to her work with a sigh. Allison spots Lucas and Dustin fighting over a scrap piece and laughs loudly enough for them to notice the two girls watching them. Max grins at the older girl, who throws her remaining piece of junk into the pile.

"Kid, you have no idea."

The sun had begun to set, leaving a red and pink haze in its wake by the time Steve had deemed the project complete. Allison stood atop the bus with a thankful sigh, wiping her brow and enjoying the beginning of the cool night. Daniel had done an excellent job turning the bus into a fortress and with some help and an old ladder, Max had managed to open the safety hatch creating a hideout for Lucas and his binoculars with old tires and metal.

"You kinda look like a superhero who just saved the day."

Allison's eyes find Steve standing below her, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. The ray-bans had been abandoned long ago, but he still squinted slightly against the pink of the sun. Allison grinned, fluffing her hair in the wind, and resting her hands on her hips. "Call me Zatanna! You know I always wanted to be a magician."

"And she knows comics! Seriously why aren't girls our age cool like you?" Dustin shouts from within the bus.

"They are! Your just too busy complaining at them, Dweeb." Allison responds, thinking next Halloween she might find herself in Zatanna's iconic fishnets and top hat. "Do you think Bostonians will be accepting of a girl walking around in her underwear, a blazer, and a pair of fishnets? I'm gonna do it for Halloween next year. Who knows! Maybe I'll love it so much I'll run away to become a travelling magician or clairvoyant or something, or maybe I'll just swear off pants! The possibilities are endless!"

Steve rolls his eyes at her antics and gestures her to come down, disposing of the can of fuel he had created a trap with. Grabbing onto the grating they had covered the windows with, Allison leapt over the tires and landed on one of the old cylinders with ease. "Geez, Edwards! Don't do that." Steve exclaimed, offering her a hand down. He had rushed forward in panic at the sight of her blind jump off the bus.

"It's barely a drop, Harrington," Allison responds with a smirk, taking his offered hand and hopping down to the soft grass with ease. "Besides you'd catch me, right?" She jokes squeezing his hand lightly before releasing.

Steve huffs following when she steps away from the bus and the middle schoolers inside. Jumping up on the boot of the red car she had witnessed Dustin and Lucas argue behind earlier, Allison raised a brow at her friend who stood in front of her his arms crossed again. The annoyance at Allison's previous stunt long forgotten as concern over what could happen tonight rises.

"Dan and I better motor if we have any hope of making it to the Lab before it closes if it even closes. I don't know, maybe it's always open which would explain why my Dad's never home." Allison muses, tapping a finger on her chin thoughtfully.

Steve doesn't hear much of what she had said his focus on the fact that he hates they were separating, especially this close to dark with some weird Demogorgon/Dog/Lizard thing on the loose. This instinct that he had to protect people he cared about included her now, his earlier revelation with Dustin notwithstanding. Allison was his friend and she knew him well enough to read his face and see the thoughts rushing through his head.

"This is going to work, Harrington. Whatever is out there will fall for this trap and we will meet back up at my house, all of us safe and maybe with some answers. Don't worry about me, worry about you and those kids." Allison reassured her hand gripping the arm of his grey jacket tightly.

"Just… be careful okay?"

"When am I not?" She replied, mock offended.

Steve's mouth ticked up slightly, his eyes darting between her and the bus. "I'll go get Daniel," Steve mutters, running a hand through his hair before dropping both hands to his hips. Despite his words, he doesn't move right away. His eyes roam Allison's face, which had dropped into a confused frown once more. Eventually, he sighed and jogging over to the bus and grabbed Daniel.

Allison can see them talking from where she sits, she sees Steve smile slightly, much like he did with Dustin earlier before ruffling his sandy hair. The pair walks over to Allison who jumps off the back of the car and claps her dirty hands against her thighs.

"Lucas gave me his walkie, so we can communicate in case anything goes wrong. Dustin said the Lab is about 10 minutes away." Daniel tells her, stuffing the large object into his backpack before passing it off to her. "You get to play pack mule." He continues with a cheeky grin.

"Thank you so much, ass."

"Nope, the ass would be you, sweet sister… get it cause ass is another name for a mule."

"I got it, you absolute Wastoid," Allison replies with a huffed laugh, pushing Daniel toward the tracks. Shouldering the bag, Allison turns to her concerned friend with a reassuring smile. "I'll see you soon." She reminds her friend, gripping his arm one last time before stepping back to join her brother.

"See you soon," Steve repeated, his face still drowning in apprehension, his dark eyes expressive as always, lines on his forehead deepening with each step the Edwards siblings took. Allison turns back just before the trees engulf her spotting Steve with his hands on his face. He shakes his head once and heads into the bus, tapping a covered window as he goes.