"Hell yes!" Peter yelled out as he pumped his hands over his head, just experiencing, for the first time, seeing El flip a god damn car, taking out a few people in the process. He grabbed her shoulders. "Oh my god! Oh my god! El, are you kidding? That was so cool! That was so cool!"

She leaned onto him, his arm going around her as they hurried down the stairs with the rest of their friends.

"Peter?" the most unexpected voice rug when they circled the car.

"Wesley?" he asked in disbelief, seeing his brother with Steve, Robin, Erica, and Dustin. "Steve?"

"Oh my god, why are both of you involved?" Steve threw his hands up in disbelief.

Dustin laughed, grasping Mike and El suddenly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Peter hugged his brother. "When I told you to run away it wasn't to get you involved with monsters!"

"Why are you involved with monsters?  I was protecting a bunch of ice cream slingers, dude." Wesley gave him a crazy look, throwing a thumb backwards toward Steve. "Did you know mom and Aunt Sally have been arguing non stop?"

"Memaw warned us they always fought when they were kids. It was a bad idea to move in on the same street." Peter shook his head in disbelief.

"You flung that thing like a Hot Wheels!" Dustin pulled away from his hug on El and Mike.

"Jesus dude, you're getting tall." Steve gave Peter a side hug. "What are you, now? You were, like 5'6 just yesterday."

"Sorry, how do you two know each other?" Lucas cut in.

"Our moms are sisters." Wesley nodded before looking at him. "Oh god, I know you. Your sister hit me over the head with a box."

Lucas then found Erica. "What are you doing here?"

"Ask them. It's their fault." Erica threw a thumb toward Robin and Steve.

"True, yeah. Totally true. It's absolutely our fault." Steve nodded with his hands on his hips.

"Peter Clarke?" Dustin gapped at the boy before looking at Mike. "You involved Peter Clarke?"

"Not me." he rose his hands in defense.

"I don't understand what happened to that car?" Robin spoke up, looking back at the, now crashed, red convertible.

"Ugh, the best freaking think i've ever seen." Peter laughed, putting his arm back around El as hers wrapped around his waist, weakening more and more each time she used her power.

"El has superpowers." Dustin threw a thumb her way.

"Superpowers?" Wesley's mouth fell.

"I'm sorry?" Robin looked in disbelief.

"Superpowers . She threw it with her mind. Come on, catch up." Steve rolled his eyes at her.

"That's El?" Erica gapped.

"Pretty, isn't she?" Peter smiled, El still barley standing next to him.

"Oh my god." Wesley squeezed the bridge of his nose.

"Who's El?" Robin spoke up.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Nancy questioned the new girl.

"I'm Robin. I work with Steve." she nodded her way.

"She cracked the top secret code." Dustin grinned, slapping Lucas. "Why is Peter Clarke with you guys?"

"Oh, shit, sorry." Peter out reached his hand to shake his. "Peter Clarke. We're apart of the same Death Posse, apparently."

"Which is how we found out about the Russians." Steve slapped Robins shoulder slightly.

"Russians? Wait, what Russians?" Jonathan gave an alarming look.

"The Russians!" Steve yelled, motioning toward the car.

"Those were Russians?" Max gapped.

"Some of them." Erica nodded.

"What are you talking about?" Lucas gave a wide eyed look down to his sister.

"Hang on, how did you get involved?" Peter gave a look toward his brother.

"Dad sent me to the mall to look for you, you're in deep shit when we go home, and then I ran into Steve, who said mom and Sal have been fighting and that we're not going to the beach house anymore. And then Robin knocked me over running around the mall, talking about codes. Then I had to follow them so Steve wouldn't die! How did you get involved?"

Peter flushed in embarrassment. "I just- I just followed Max and El."

"Didn't you hear our code red?" Dustin looked toward Mike.

"Yeah. I couldn't understand what you were saying." Mike huffed with wide eyes.

"Goddam low battery." Dustin sighed.

"How many times do I have to tell you with the low battery?" Steve yelled over in Dustin's direction.

"Well, everything worked out, didn't it, Steve?" Dustin rolled his eyes.

"Worked out? We almost died!" Erica gave him a look of disbelief.

"Yeah, but we didn't, did we?" Dustin gave a point her way.

El let Peter go, he'd thought she just needed a second to breath and take a seat behind them.

"Oh! Shit! I almost forgot!" Peter announced, grabbing Wesley's shoulder. "William! Will! Come here, small one, come on."

Will made his way through the group and Peter grabbed his shoulder as well, pulling him closer so him and Wesley were some what face to face. "I think the two of you will get along perfectly. Wesley, did you know Will is super cool and is how we knew where to look for the monster that tried to take El? Will, did you know that Wesley has his Hardship? That means he can drive without an adult even though he isn't sixteen yet."

"I'm not really good." Wesley shook his head.

"What kind of car is it?" Will asked, staying cowered a bit behind Peter.

"1981 Oldsmobile Cutlass." Wesley said back with a raise of his eyebrows. "And it's blue. With a great radio."

"Do you listen to Should I Stay Or Should I Go?" Will walked a bit from behind Peter as he asked.

"Sure! The Clash is great." Wesley nodded his head. "We only get to drive to school in the mornings though so I only get three songs in."

A thump made Peters head snap over, seeing El on the mall floor. "El!"

They rushed to her side, but he got to her first. Leaning down, he held her head in his lap. "What's the matter? Is it your powers? You're using them too much?"

"My leg." she cried softly.

"Her leg, her leg. Okay." Jonathan nodded, rolling up El's pant leg. Peter really didn't mean to let out a gag at the sight, looking away as he paled.

"Peter!" Wesley slapped him upside the head.

"Im so sorry, El. I'm so sorry." Peter shook his head, keeping his gaze away from her leg but ran a hand through her hair, head still in his lap. El began to cry out more, his gaze snapping down at her. "What is it? Are you okay? El? El?"

She let out a loud, painful yell, moving uncomfortably.

"There's something in there." Mike looked down at El's leg. Peter looked, seeing a moving sensation.

"Jesus christ." Dustin gapped.

Peter slipped his hands into El's. "There, squeeze as much as you want to."

"Keep her talking. Keep her awake, okay?" Jonathan spoke quickly as he hurried away.

"Hey, El." Peter tried to get her attention. "Did you hear what Wesley said earlier? We've got a beach house over near Springfield. There's a built in quarry too, so no sharks. That would be fun right? To go?"

El cried but she listened. "Like California."

"Yeah, sure, like California. Maybe you can come with us, right? Everyone can come. And we can go to the beach, and get super tan, even though I just burn." Peter smiled down at her, a nod to his head as her painful eyes stared up at him. His began to watery just looking at her. "Maybe over spring break."

El gave a painful smile through her tears. "How long?"

"Nine months. Thats not too long, right?" he nodded his head with a smile. "We'll be in school by then, anyways. And I can see you all the time. We can have lunch together every day and sit outside so no one bothers us. And i'll have soccer practice after school all the time, you can totally wait for me on the bench and then Wesley can drive you home."

"Okay." El nodded her head, squeezing her eyes shut it pain as another small yell left her lips.

Jonathan ran back over, a knife, a wooden spoon, and gloves already on his hands. "Okay. All right. El? This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?"

"Okay." El sobbed, Peter wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her face.

"Need you to stay real still. Here, you're gonna want to bite down on this, okay? And squeeze Peter if you need to." Jonathan nodded, passing her the wooden spoon while Peter let her take his hands again. The Clarke boy made alarming eye contact with Jonathan, clearly freaked out by the knife.

"Holy shit. Holy shit." Dustin ranted as Jonathan rose the knife.

"Do it." Mike insisted.

Peter knocked him in the shoulder.
He reached and took the spoon from El's mouth. "El, are you ready? Jonathan can help, but are you sure?"

She nodded, taking the spoon back into her mouth and gripping down on his hands tighter. Jonathan took a deep breath, cutting into the wound as El threw her head back in pain, crying and screaming from behind the spoon. Peter placed a hand on her face as she cried, knowing he wasn't doing anything to take away pain but hoped it would let her know he was there.

Another yell left her lips as Jonathan dug his hand into the wound, searching for the moving creature buried in El's leg. Peter looked in disbelief when too long of time passed, El screaming in pain. "Jonathan!"

"No! Stop it! Stop! Stop!" El yelled loudly, dropping the spoon from her mouth. Nancy hit Jonathan's shoulder quickly as he retreated his hands. "I can do it."

Peter looked down at her, helping her sit up slowly as she cried. He reached around to tuck hair behind her ears for her. Mike and Lucas put a hand on her shoulders for support, El holding her hand out toward her leg, whimpering and yelling all at once as her leg moved in odd directions and ways. El began to scream, the traveling movement in her legs getting closer and closer to the open wound.

The glass behind them shattered everywhere. El removed the part of the Mind Flayer out of her leg, yelling as she held it mid air before chunking it across the room. She fell back in Peters arms as he held her against his chest, holding her head and planting a kiss to her head immediately. Looking over, the thing began to try and move away before the foot of Jim Hopper smooshed it.

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kylie speaks

based off the teasers
for season four, i have
a bad feeling clarkpper
wont get their beach trip.