Hey, I'd like to tell you that I have already planned out the whole timeline of the story so that I wont get bored, run out of ideas and delete it. I already wrote the ending (You might have to mentally prepare yourself for it, its both happy and sad). I'm taking requests for anything that you'd like too see/read in the story. I'll also tell you now that Lucas and Max have a two year old daughter and I'll happily take requests for her name before I introduce her.

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"Where are you going?" Asked Will who be looking over at Mike, whom was frantically rushing around, concerned.

"I have to go down to the station urgently, its chiefs' orders" Mike told him while tying his shoes as quickly as he could.

"Did he not tell you why?" Questioned Will.

"No, but I will find out. Must be bad for the chief to call me back to the station at this hour" Mike said while checking his watch.

Hopper led El into a small room that would often be used for interviewing and taking statements. The room is small but the plain white paint makes it look bigger than it seems. Hopper was still in shock. He thought she'd died. He knew it was Eleven by her tattoo. Of course, he'd recognise those eyes anywhere, anyone would, but the tattoo was the main giveaway.

He was scared of how Mike would react as he knew how hard he took it when he'd lost her all those years ago. Hopper remembers the regular phone calls from Karen Wheeler reporting her son missing; turns out Mike would still be looking through the woods for the missing girl at 3am. The chief never has and never will forgive himself for selling her location out to Brenner as he did. Sure, it was the only way to get will back but that shouldn't have been his only focus. It wasn't until after he made the deal with the devil that he'd realised that he'd literally sacrificed one child to save another. He knew it wasn't fair but he and Joyce were so dedicated to finding Will that they didn't take a second to step back and look at the situation in a whole perspective. That perspective being, they had used El for her powers only to dispose the girl once they no longer needed her. Hopper remembers trying to drink away his guilt all those years ago. He'd sometimes take a trip to the woods and place some eggo waffles in a wooden box, Mike had told him that she was fond of them.

Here she sat opposite to him. She looked scared and distracted… then curious to bored. He noticed that her mood seemed to switch regularly. Two minutes ago, she was staring out of the window looking terrified but now she was entertaining herself by tapping a pencil against the wooden table like a musical instrument. She'd been sat without talking in the room with him for about ten minutes and barely even acknowledged his presence. Hopper cleared his throat to catch her attention. This startled El as she quickly moved her head to look at him with an alert expression.

"Do you remember me?" Hopper asked, breaking the silence. El just glared at him, still angry with him for disturbing her.

"I'm the chief, chief Hopper..." He tried to rejog her memory or at the very least get a response from her. She then spotted a fly trying to enter through the closed glass window and got quickly distracted by it.

"Eleven." Hopper said calmly. After about ten seconds El switched her attention back to Hopper and replied.

"Why you call El?" She asked with her broken vocabulary. It took him a moment to understand what she was asking.

"Because that's what your friends call you" Hopper stated simply.

"Friend" El repeated smiling. She knew that word; someone you'd do anything for… and something about spit. El was far beyond questioning where she'd remember words from, there are just too many.

"Yeah... friends. You remember them?" Hopper asked her. El looked back at the fly that continued to bang itself against the closed window, she giggled a little. Hopper just looked confused.

"El" He said, re-getting her attention for what felt like the millionth time. Jesus, I feel like I'm speaking to a toddler Hopper thought.

"Yes?" El asked sweetly.

"Do you remember your friends?" Hopper said in a frustrated tone as she was quickly using up his patience. El thought to herself for a moment. She remembered someone, a boy, he called her pretty once. Well he kind of called her pretty.

"Hey Hopper I'm he-" Mike lost his voice as he stared at the small girl sat in a seat opposite his boss. His jaw dropped slightly and his eyes began to water. He rubbed his eyes to make sure that his mind wasn't playing a cruel joke on him, but she was still there. His shocked expression turned into a heart-breaking smile as a tear escaped his eye.

"El" He breathed. El tilted her head as she sized him up, she knew she recognised him from somewhere. Oh yeah, her dreams. It's the boy from her dream, the one who called her pretty… good. His name is... Mick? No Mike!

"Mike! You real!" She beamed happily.

"Uh-um yeah" Mike said as he took a step towards her, slightly confused but none the less, overjoyed to have her back. El just giggled a little before going back to tapping the pencil again the table. Mike had never heard her laugh before, it was the sweetest sound to him. But still, he was confused. He looked at Hopper for guidance. Jim just shrugged.

"El, I've missed you… like a lot" Mike said, taking a seat beside her.

"Dream boy?" She asked, to further Hopper and Mike's confusion. Hopper sighed.

"Remember the girl who ran away from Willowbrook State...?" Hopper asked Mike hesitantly. That's when it clicked.

"El… do you remember me?" he asked her, scared to know the answer.

"Mike" She smiled.

"W- why did you ask if I was real?" He asked her carefully

"dream boy…" El told him, now also feeling confused. Hopper just shook his head. Maybe it would have been wise of him to ask why she was admitted to the hospital. Mike looked at El looking a little disappointed, El intently felt bad which was evident by her expression with her wide eyes looking up at him with confusion and sadness. Those eye's! Mike thought to himself. He couldn't hold back the urge anymore. He quickly pulled her up from her seat and enveloped her into a bear hug. He'd missed her so much. It felt so good to have her in his arms. Usually when somebody would reach to make physical contact with El, especially spontaneously, El would be startled and instantly push said person away. But this felt different. She felt safe in this boy's warm embrace, she didn't want to let go. All the sudden she had a flashback.

'I'm Mike, short for Michael, maybe we could call you El, short for Eleven' She suddenly remembered.

"Mike" She whispered as she started to cry into his arms, no longer feeling giddy or like she was living a dream, but like a whole in her life had been filled, a hole she never knew was there. Mike parted from her so that he could see her properly. He noticed that she'd hardly grew since he'd last seen her. Besides her hair, Mike really couldn't see much of a difference and it in a way concerned him. Her hair had grown though… not much. Maybe she cut it. Either way he liked it. El noticed that Mikes former straight locks of dark hair had seemingly gone wild. She noticed that his facial features were more defined and he grew a hell of a lot. Mike stood at 5ft 10 inches.

"Eleven, Mike?" Hopper started.

"El" She corrected, her tone taking Mike by surprise.

"El and Mike, we should probably sort out this mess" Hopper told them.

"What mess?" Mike asked.

"An hospital patient escapee who stole from a sore, that mess" Hopper reminded.

"Oh… right…" Mike's smile dropped. All of the sudden El spoke up.

"Please no go back" She pleaded giving her best puppy eyes. Mike looked at her with pity.

"Don't worry El, you're going to come and stay with me" Mike said while smiling at her adoringly, lightly stroking his thumb over the palm of her small hand. El shyly smiled at him.

"Excuse me Mike, can we talk outside for a moment?" Hopper interrupted. Mike nodded.

"Stay here, I'll be right back" Mike whispered to El before exiting the room.

"Mike, you can't just take her. She's a hospital patient for a reason." Hopper told him frustrated.

"Well what's the reason?" Mike groaned. Hopper had to chose his words carefully, he could already sense tension between him and Mike and saw how protective he was of her.

"Mike, she's ill. She needs to be in a facility that will help her." Jim explained.

"Well, how long has she been at the hospital" Mike crossed his arms.

"Five years" Suddenly Mike's heart dropped. She'd be stuck in that place only twenty minutes away from him for five years!

"That's a long time… has she made improvement or are they just taking care of her?" Mike asked.

"What?"

"What I just asked. Is she there because she needs to be in constant sight of doctors or because she needs keeping an eye on due to her mental state and they have nobody else to do that?" Mike pressed.

"Mike, what are you trying to ask" Hopper squinted his eyes.

"Ugh! What I'm asking is, is it really necessary for her to be in hospital? Is she dangerous to herself or others and needs locking away from society and is in need of constant medical attention or does she just need somebody to care for her? Mike was now getting frustrated, why wasn't his question being answered.

"Well I suppose we could speak to Mr. Westley about that" Hopper suggested. He hadn't read into El's case much before tracking her because he wasn't to know who she was. What Mike was saying did make sense though, their cant be much reason for them to hold her in their facility unless she was a danger. While being trapped in the hospital leaves her being dependant of them, that's not to say that out in the real world she wouldn't be able to learn to fend for herself if she was to be taught how. To Hopper her behaviour seems kind of manic and childlike, as if she was suffering from a mental age delay or just a temporary episode. After realising she knew Mike, her behaviour shifted from giddy to more normal in a sense, as if reality had hit. It's not as if Eleven had really lived considering shed been kept locked away from society her entire life therefore maybe she just had a lot to learn on presenting and taking care of herself.

"Ok son, I will see what I can do" Hopper ruffled Mikes tangles knots.

"Thank you" Mike said appreciatively with the widest smile. El was back.

Should I continue?