This isn't my usual sort of oneshot, but I had to give you guys (132 as of today! That's a big number. You guys are amazing!) something.

I still own nothing.

"It's day thirty one," Mike spoke in a hoarse voice, sitting cross-legged on his bed, "Seven p.m.,"

It was a Friday. He usually liked Fridays.

Usually.

"I never..." Mike said, sniffling into the Supercom, "I thought you would be back by now. It's been exactly a month,"

Mike didn't try to stop the tear that slipped out of his eye. This is stupid, Mike thought He'd only known her for a few days. She'd barely spoken twenty words to him. And here he was, pouring his heart out into a radio, holding onto the sliver of hope that Eleven could hear him. He told himself that it was stupid to be this attached to a girl he barely knew.

But then he remembered.

She was his first kiss.

She trusted him.

She saved his life.

She saved all of their lives, and now? She was gone, leaving Mike hoping and praying that by some miracle she was still alive.

"I miss you," Mike said, "A lot. This last month has been hell. Even with Will back...it's still been hell. I just wish you were here. Maybe everything would be okay again. Maybe everything would make sense,"

A few more tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Who am I kidding..." Mike said quietly, discouraged, "She can't hear me,"

Eleven had been staying in Hopper's cabin for twenty two days now, if she remembered correctly. It was nearing seven, and, just as she did every night at seven, she tied an old handkerchief around her eyes and sat in front of the TV.

She didn't know why Mike always tried to reach her at that time, nor did she know why she knew to listen in.

"It's day thirty one. Seven p.m.,"

He sounded sad, as if he'd been crying. He looked like it, too. His eyes were red and watery, and it broke Eleven's heart as she listened to him speak.

"I never..."

Eleven froze, watching him scrunch his eyes closed as if he were trying to prepare himself for a teaspoon of something bitter.

"I thought you would be back by now. It's been exactly a month." A single tear escaped from his eye, and Eleven's heart broke even more, "I miss you. A lot. This last month has been hell. Even with Will back...it's still been hell. I just wish you were here. Maybe everything would be okay again. Maybe everything would make sense,"

Mike started crying; it was the first time Eleven had seen him cry. She reached out her hand to wipe the tears away, but instead of brushing against his cheek, her fingers brushed through an apparition.

She wished she could comfort him. She wished she could be there with him, and tell him it was okay, that it was all going to be okay; that she was okay. But she couldn't, and that was the hardest part.

She started crying along with him, tears covering her own cheeks as she tucked her knees to her chest.

And after a while, Mike spoke again, "Who am I kidding...she can't hear me,"

El ripped her blindfold off and tossed it, her hands shaking. This wasn't okay. She needed Mike, and he needed her.

Nothing about this was okay.

Ooookay, so. I was able to get a start on a couple of you guys' suggestions, but it may be a little while before I can actually finish them just because it's a little hard for me to fill in a mind-child I didn't conceive.

(Yes. I said that.)

Anyway. This is just something that was stuck in my head. Hope you lovely little nuggets liked it well enough :)