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Telling the rest of the gang to keep an eye on "Holly", whoever that was, Nancy sat with Mike up on the roof, talking about his experiences. "So, these memories our mom shared...the last one, that's the last you saw of me?" she asked him.

He nodded and answered, "Yes."

She nodded, knowing that he was only two back then, so he couldn't have remembered everything. "And how long were you living with this policeman and..." She sighed, taking in the fact that this woman was not only mostly a good person, but took care of him as well. "Terry, the woman that looked over us?"

"Three-hundred and twenty-seven days."

Nancy laced her fingers together. "And they both think that they can work some kind of deal with those guys to set you free?"

He nodded again. "Yes. They kept saying, 'soon'."

She scoffed. "Pretty naïve for a couple of adults to think that." She leaned forward to him. "We'll always be seen as nothing more than monsters to them, understand?" He nodded again. "And let me guess, they both don't allow you to use your powers, right?" He nodded as she grabbed his hands. "Mike, what you can do is amazing. It makes you very special."

He smiled at her and thought about something. "You...have a power too, right?"

She nodded. "Yeah. It's much different than yours, but our mom had it, so...it got passed onto me." He remembered the vision where their mom made herself invisible to get in the Lab and then her making him invisible to the adults so he could find his older sister.

"Is that why you made the guy with the weird hair dance?"

She giggled at what he called Axel, but she nodded again. "Yeah. Axel's not a big fan of spiders, so..."

He grinned a little. "You made him see spiders?" She just nodded at him, making him chuckle a little. Him seeing spiders made him dance like that. Honestly, to him, that was kind of funny.

"But it doesn't have to be scary," she continued. She let go of his hand to close her fist. She then opened it and revealed a beautiful butterfly with color-changing wings. He looked awed at that. "This pretty butterfly isn't real. I convinced your mind that it is." The butterfly then fluttered out of her hand and circled around Mike. He moved his hand to grab it, but it went through it. "You can't touch it either." She then grabbed the butterfly and opened her palm to make it disappear. "I can and it will disappear. Think of it as some sort of magic." To him, that was a very cool power to have.

"Are you real?"

She giggled and nodded. "Yeah, of course I'm real." Just to make sure, he poked her at the face a couple of times. She smiled again and got his hand away from her face. "I'm REAL, Mike. Trust me."

He laughed a little and replied, "I was just checking." They both continued to smile at each other, enjoying each other's company.

Suddenly, the door opened, revealing the African-American man holding the little girl Mike saw Nancy carry up before arriving to Chicago. "Sorry to intrude, but your daughter here wants to see Mr. Mike." The boy wondered why he called him that, but that thought was overshadowed by the fact that he called the little girl Nancy's daughter.

Nancy stood up from the box she sat on and walked towards them. "Of course. Thanks, Funshine." She then grabbed and held her daughter, the man leaving as she approached Mike with the girl on her arm before setting her down.

"Who is he, Mommy?" she asked, pointing at the freckled boy.

She smiled at her. "That's your Uncle Mike, sweetie," she answered her. Both her and Mike look very surprised. He was...her uncle?

Nancy saw the look on his face and said, "You must be very surprised." He nodded at her. "Well, this cutie right here..." She paused to pat her head. "...is your niece, Holly." Niece...? He had to process that. He and Nancy were siblings and Holly is Nancy's daughter...he guessed that's what kids of siblings were called.

Holly smiled at him before walking to him and hugging him. "Uncle Mike!" she said to him happily. He smiled back at her and hugged her back, feeling all fuzzy inside about the fact that he was an uncle.

He then looked up at his sister and asked, "Does she have a power too?"

She nodded and answered, "Same as mine." It made sense since she was her daughter. The hug was released from the both of them as Nancy told her daughter, "Hey, show Uncle Mike what I taught you last night."

She nodded at her and looked at the ground. Mike did the same before he saw a flower grow out of the concrete. He looked awed and reached out to grab it, but the hand got through it. Holly giggled as her nose began to bleed a little. "It's not real, silly!" she told him as she made the flower disappear into the ground.

He laughed a little and stated, "I know. Still pretty." His sister also laughed a little as well.

The three went back inside the building. Mike was in a room where Nancy told him he could stay in while she and Holly got upstairs to their own respective "bedroom" to change the little girl and tuck her into bed. The teenager then grabbed a laundry basket with a blanket in it and went up to her little brother's room. He sat on the mattress and saw her come in with a smile. She grabbed an orange blanket from it with one hand before placing the basket on top of a file cabinet. She handed it to him and sat down on a chair in front of the mattress with watered eyes. This made him worried, him asking her, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head and answered, "Oh, nothing's wrong, it's just..." She took a deep breath. "I've always wanted to find you again. I've always felt so...horrible for leaving you behind when I escaped." His eyes began to water as well as she leaned towards him and laced her fingers together. "I've made so many plans on how to break into the Lab and get you back. At the same time, there were thoughts in my mind that maybe you escaped and..." She sighed, shaking her head again as a couple tears were let out. "I don't know. I told everyone, even Holly, that I wanted to find you again someday. You appearing tonight..." She held his hands once again as she kept her smile. "It's more than I could have asked for. My little brother is back in my life again. I feel whole again." Hearing that, he let out a couple of tears as well, but also smiled.

"I think Mom sent you here for a reason," she continued. "She knew that the both of us belong together." She sniffled a little. "This is your new home."

Again, the word hit him hard. But maybe it was, since he was back with his sister and she always wanted to see him again. After all, she was a nice girl. "Home."

She nodded. "Yes...home."

...

After he fell asleep, Nancy went upstairs to the second floor, pulling out the picture of her younger self out. The rest of the gang were downstairs, the punk-haired girl and Funshine gambling, the African-American woman keeping a lookout, and Axel practicing knife-throwing. All of them were listening to the police scanner before they all saw Nancy arriving. As Axel missed the target and cursed under his breath, he got it and asked her jokingly, "So, how's your nerdy little brother?"

Her glance to him was sharp, but she smirked and answered, "Oh, he's just fine, you ugly-ass punk." He just scoffed at that insult.

The African-American woman, whose name was Mick, got off of the movable stairs she sat on and said, "Well, at least he's back in your life again and we don't have to risk our tails to go and find him."

"Could've been more fun if we did though..." the punk-haired girl, Dottie, muttered.

"You must be very happy, Miss Nancy," Funshine said to her.

She nodded at him and smiled. "Yeah, more than happy, actually. I'm overjoyed."

"So, what? He's got the same power as you?"

She shook her head. "No, it's actually different."

The entire gang looked puzzled. "Different?" Mick questioned.

She nodded at her as she approached the table Dottie and Funshine were sitting at. Mick and Axel got closer to them. "I told you guys that my little brother was different. Our mom had three different powers: I have one, he has the rest." She then set her picture on the table. "That's how he found me with only this."

Everyone looked at the picture, the fuzzy-haired woman looking up at her and shrugging. "What's that mean?"

"He can find people without moving, with just a picture."

The gang looked at each other before the guy with the mohawk rolled his eyes and asked, "So you're sayin' your little brother's some human radar detector or some shit?"

"Or some shit," she answered. "Specifically, telepathy."

He looked at her in disbelief. "There's no way, Nance. Telekinesis, sure, saw it with my own two eyes. But telepathy?"

"I have a strong feeling that's it. We'll just have to see." She then paused, thinking of something. "How about we do another one tomorrow?"

Axel and Mick gave her disapproving looks. "Ya can't be serious, Nance," he told her.

"Yeah, we're WAY too hot right now," Mick added.

"Paranooooiiiid~," Dottie sang, grinning.

She glared at her. "REALISTIC." She then looked at the blue-eyed teen. "They don't look the other way when you kill their men. If they find us, they'll release hell on us."

Nancy gave her a serious look. "So what then? We go hide, giving into fear?" None of them answered, the two that spoke to her looking the other way. "I'm tired of it. You guys know I am. Plus, he's in pain. He needs this." She then grabbed her photo off of the table and walked to the bedroom she shared with Holly. "We go out tomorrow, no exceptions." Not only was her little brother back after so many years, but he could also be useful for her long-term mission. Maybe they could bond a little during the mission, even him and Holly. Her cute, little daughter definitely deserved to know her uncle more.

As she disappeared from the gangs' sights, they all resumed what they did before, this time with a little hesitation from Nancy's decision. Axel sighed and muttered, "Swear to Christ, Carl Sagan might get us all killed." He then threw his knife again, hitting right at the center of his target.

While Mike was sleeping, he saw nothing but darkness. However, he suddenly heard voices...two very familiar voices. "Hey, buddy...it's, uh...it's me..." Hopper said in a somber voice.

"And me, sweetie," Terry also said in a voice matching Hopper's. "We're both here." He turned around and saw the radio back at the cabin, walking towards it slowly since he still felt bitter about the two adults. "Listen...I know we've been gone for too long and..." She paused. "It's not because of you or...our fight, okay?" His eyes widened. Not only were they not at the cabin, but they weren't gone because of him? Or the fight?

"She's right, kid. We're not gone because of you or the fight...okay? Something came up and got the both of us involved, so...I...we'll explain it once we see you again." The boy felt many emotions hit him while hearing this before hearing them both say, "We're sorry...about everything." He looked saddened, still feeling the many emotions he had hit him. They sounded like they really meant it, making him feel something...new. It was like...he missed it at the cabin...like he missed them.

Before he could hear more of what they have to say though...

A small hand was nudging him, making his eyes shoot wide open. He looked at who was nudging him and saw Holly herself on the bed next to him. Her hair was down and she wore a navy-blue shirt, the dirty jeans she wore the night before, and small white socks. "Hi, Uncle Mike," she greeted him with a cute smile.

He smiled back, feeling relaxed and a bit better from seeing his little niece. "Morning, Holly," he greeted back. Out of the blue, she hugged him again, making him hug back after seeing something like that. She was such a nice little girl.

She released it as Mike asked, "Where's...your mom?" He was close to saying Nancy, but he remembered that she was his sister's daughter.

"Mommy is down the stairs. She told me to get you up." He kept smiling at her as he got off of the bed. She did, but carefully so that she wouldn't get hurt. "Mommy says your gift is different."

He nodded at her. "Yeah."

"What is it?"

He didn't know how to exactly explain it, so he decided to demonstrate it to her by looking at his bag next to the mattress and tilt his head down. She looked at it and he managed to make it move straight and up into the air. She gasped and walked to it, watching it float right over her head. "Wow..." He dropped it right next to him, wiping the small drip of blood from his nose. "You made it float!"

He laughed and replied, "I did."

The little girl then grabbed his hand and pulled him forward. "Come on, Mommy's waiting."

"Okay."

He let her drag him out of the room and she slowly walked down the stairs with him. Nancy was waiting at the bottom, wearing what she wore yesterday, but now with a gray long-sleeved shirt underneath the leather jacket. When they reached to her, she patted her daughter's head and said, "Good job, sweetie."

"Thanks, Mommy," she replied happily.

The teenager girl then looked at her little brother. "Had a good rest?"

He didn't, but he decided not to tell her that and instead ask, "Is it morning?"

"It's late, actually. But that's fine." He nodded at her before she said, "Well, it's time to meet the rest of the gang-PROPERLY, this time." She then gestured him to follow her, him doing so while Holly held her mother's hand.

They went inside what looked like an office, Axel holding Chinese takeout and telling the teen, "We need to get some money, Nance. I can't stand eating this garbage all the time."

She scoffed and said to Mike, "That lovely guy is Axel."

"The spider hater?" the freckled boy asked, making Holly giggle and the fuzzy-haired woman laugh. The guy in question gave her an ironic look of smugness.

Nancy grinned and answered, "Yep, the spider hater." The girl with the punk hair then waved at the boy as his sister continued, "That's Dottie, our newest. She left home, just like you."

"Ya mean the looney bin," Axel chimed in as he threw the Chinese takeout away.

Nancy then looked at the African-American woman sitting at the table of empty Chinese takeout, Mike doing the same. "That's Mick, our eyes and protector." The woman mentioned just looked at the boy and tilted her head up as a greeting. The bleached-haired girl then had him look at the African-American man. "And that's Funshine, our muscle." He approached the boy, making him feel scared because of how he looked and how tall he was. She giggled at his reaction and assured, "Don't worry. He's not scary to people he likes. He's just a big ol' teddy bear." It made him feel more better now, especially since he gave him a friendly smile.

"A pleasure to meet you, Mister Mike," he greeted, holding his hand out. Since he was taught how to shake hands before, the boy did so with him. He turned his hand upwards.

"Yeah, if you're looking for a number, you won't find one," Nancy told the man as she seated Holly in front of an open box of Chinese takeout before sitting on another chair, still looking at her little brother.

"They're not like us," he stated.

She nodded. "Right, they don't have powers like us. However, they're outcasts like us."

He never heard of that word before. "Outcasts?"

"Freaks," Axel simply elaborated from him, sitting at the table with the rest of the gang.

"Speak for yourself..." Dottie mumbled, twirling a piece of her unruly hair.

"Society left them behind," Nancy continued. "They hurt them, discarded them, viewed them as nothing more than garbage." That made him frown.

"They are not garbage," Holly chimed in, everyone smiling at her as she ate the takeout.

"She's right," Funshine stated, pointing at her and looking at the telekinetic boy. "We were all dead, but Nancy saved us." He pointed at his head. "Here..." He then pointed at his heart. "And here."

Nancy chuckled at that and said, "That's so cheesy, Fun."

He chuckled as well. "But it's true."

"She helped us, now we help her," Mick said, pointing at the blonde-haired little girl. "And little Holly."

Axel leaned close with a beer can in his hand and told the boy, "In this life, kid, ya either roll over or fight back." Fight back...

"We're ALL fighters here." But...

"Fighting...who?" he asked them.

...

Later, after breakfast, Nancy and the gang got a number of IDs and dropped them onto the table. Holly was out of the room, roaming around but staying close to the gang's proximity. "All these people you see here are in some way responsible for what happened to us," she explained to Mike.

He took one ID and looked at it. It had a Caucasian man with brown hair and a matching-colored mustache. He looked at his sister and asked, "You hurt the bad men, right?"

Dottie gave him the stink-eye and sarcastically answered, "Nah, we just give them a pat on the back." The entire gang remembered the night they murdered that man in the ID. It was the night they went into an apartment building and Nancy shot him dead, leading to them escaping from the cops and her making one of them think the bridge collapsed.

From the looks of everyone, Mike reached to a conclusion that made him feel very uncomfortable. "You...kill them?"

She shrugged. "They're simply criminals that need to pay for their crimes. We make them pay." With wide eyes, he looked down at the man in the ID, wondering if he was killed. He WAS a bad man though...

"Jeez, Carl, ya look like ya've seen a ghost," the guy with the mohawk said with a grin.

"We all can't be fighters, I guess," the punk-haired girl stated.

He looked up at them and said, "I'm a fighter. I've killed people." He has cracked two necks of two different workers and crushed quite a few soldiers' brains to not only save him and Jane, but also Lucas and Dustin.

Nancy couldn't help but having a corner of her mouth quirk up, almost liking that her little brother has killed before and asking, "And did the people you killed deserve it?"

He nodded at her. "They hurt me." He could still remember being dragged away, crying and screaming for his dad and the doctor, and being thrown in the dark room like he was, like she said before, garbage. They have also tried to hurt Jane too...but he shouldn't think about her now.

"And they'll still want to hurt you, hurt me..." The teenage girl sighed. "Even Holly if they knew she had my power." She then made hovered her hand across the whole gang. "They'll even want to hurt them too. We're just getting the upper hand, being one step ahead of them." She tilted her head to the left and said, "Follow me." Wondering why, he did so, the two exiting the room.

They walked together outside, Mike still following his older sister. "I was just like you once, Mike," she told him.

He looked up at her with a puzzled look and asked, "How?"

She looked solemn and answered, "I've always bottled up my anger and frustration. I tried to hide from it, but..." She scoffed and shook her head. "It just kept eating away at me. It's like a wound that keeps festering."

That last word made him puzzled again. "Festering?"

She looked at him for a bit before looking forward. "It spread and it felt...so awful." He nodded in understanding before they both reached to a small set of steps and went down. "But when I confronted it, I began to heal. I don't feel trapped in this pain anymore, I freed from myself from it." She stopped and looked at him again. "You understand that?"

He did, completely, making him nod. "Yes."

"Good." She then looked at an abandoned, graffitied train car and asked him, "You see that train car?"

He looked at it and answered, "Yes."

"Pull it towards us." He gave her a weird look, but she gave him a serious one. He sighed and looked at the train car. He tilted his head down and held his hand up, bending them like claws as he used his power to pull it towards him and Nancy. The metal was creaking, his hand getting more shaky as he strained himself to get it moving. The train car made a loud creak sound before it began moving just a little. He strained himself even more to make it move faster, now his whole body shaking. It moved back and forth before he couldn't take it anymore and stopped. It creaked a little when it bounced.

He panted and closed his eyes, placing his hands on his knees as blood dripped from his nose. "I can't..." he muttered, wiping the blood off with his finger.

Nancy crossed her arms, determined to make him move it. "You told me last night that you flipped over a van once." He did because it was coming right for him and...the rest of the group.

He opened his eyes, straightened up, and nodded at her. "I did..."

"Those assholes were trying to take you away again and that made you pissed off, right?"

"Pissed off...?"

"Really angry, furious." That made sense, complete sense, actually.

"I was."

She nodded at him. "You should. Find that anger and focus on it. Don't worry about the train or its weight, just focus on the anger." Find his anger and focus on it? Honestly, that sounded way too hard for him...but he'll have to try since Nancy told him to do so to pull it.

He took a deep breath, tilted his head down again, and raised his hand up to pull it for the second time. "Find something from your life, something that angers you...a lot." It didn't take him long to remember spotting Will trying to ask Jane out to the Snow Ball...he saved him last year and what did he do? Tried to ask her out to it and made her blush at one point. Not only that...

"The Snow Ball's next month, right?"

"...I was wondering if we could go there..."

Plus, when he threw him...Jane reacted in a way he never expected.

"Will, wait!" she cried out in worry, running down the stairs. "Will!" She pushed open the exit door and left to go after him.

It was all because of him that he wouldn't get close to Jane again...

"Channel it." He gritted his teeth, looking angry as the train began to move, its wheels skidding the concrete. The teenager moved closer to him and said sternly, "Dig deeper, Mike. You were lied to your whole life..." He was...

"Do I have a mother?" he asked Hopper and Terry one night when they were reading "Anne of Green Gables" to him.

"She...she's gone," Terry answered him. "She's not around anymore."

"She's gone?"

"Yeah...I'm sorry."

"We both are, kid," Hopper added.

That was a lie. His mom wasn't gone, she was alive.

The train car moved a little faster, Nancy continuing, "You were imprisoned, by friends and enemies." He remembered all of those horrible times he got thrown into the dark room in the labs...and being trapped in that cabin because Hopper and Terry wouldn't let him out.

"Hey! Hey!" Hopper swung the door wide open. "Don't walk away from us!"

"You are NOT going to survive out there if you keep it!" Terry yelled at him.

"Yeah, you need to GROW UP! You wanna go out in the world?! THEN GROW UP! GROW THE HELL UP!"

And the boy himself screamed and broke the windows when he couldn't take it anymore.

He got more angrier by remembering that very argument, pulling the train car a bit more faster. "These bad men-these assholes-took your home...our home...our mom!" Nancy looked like she was about to cry when she said that. A flash of their mom having her brain shocked immensely instantly appeared in his mind. Then he remembered her being dragged away by security...

"No, NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! THEY'RE MY CHILDREN!" she yelled at them, struggling.

His angry stare got a lot more intense and his nose began to bleed again. "They took everything away from you, Mike, just like they did with me!" She remembered her dad and that bastard doctor appearing in her room one night and using a chloroform rag to knock her out to bring her into the Lab. Then a couple years later, her mom being taken away right before her eyes...

"NO, DON'T TAKE MOMMY AWAY!" she cried out before security got her and Mike. She reached a hand towards her. "MOOOMMYYYYY!"

"They stole my life and your life! I will NEVER forgive them for that and you won't either!" She was right...he could never forgive them...especially his dad and the doctor. They only used him and treated him like an experiment, not someone with feelings. They've treated him wrong...thrown him into the room for a long time...torturing him...scaring him when he found the Demogorgon and screamed.

He had began to scream now, the train car being completely pulled towards him and his sister. When it was at a good distance, he stopped, making the train car stop as well. He sunk into his knees, placing his arms on the ground as he felt his brain hurt from doing something like that. As much as his head did hurt from doing that...he suddenly felt like a weight was off his chest now...it was a good feeling.

He heard whoops, cheering, and clapping, making him look up to his right to see the gang, including Holly being carried by Mick. They all looked amazed and overjoyed by what they've seen him do. "Yay, Uncle Mike!" Holly cheered to him. He couldn't help but feel warm inside about seeing that.

He sat down on the ground, Nancy sniffling and chuckling a little before crouching down to him. "Sorry, got a bit carried away there," she said to him. "How do you feel though?"

Honestly... "I feel good." Nancy was right all along. Hiding his anger is painful, but letting it out seemed to heal that pain. Not only that, he was able to do something he's never done before: move something very large. The van was big, but the train car was much bigger...and he moved it. He honestly felt proud of himself for achieving that.

Done! What do you guys think? Any typos or mistakes I might've missed?

Holly makes another appearance! To be honest, it's pretty weird for me to write her as Nancy's daughter/Mike's niece in this AU, but it separates it from the canon and it makes more sense for me than leaving her out completely in this AU. I hope I wrote her talking well since I have no idea how a four-year-old talks (I mean, I didn't talk all that much when I was four, so...).

So Mike hears Hopper and Terry apologizing to him...what will he think of that later on...?

Since they're siblings, after all, I think it's very reasonable for the both of them to get pretty emotional over that while Nancy's pep-talking Mike into moving that train car. After all, both lost their mom in a way...

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