❛ 𝔦 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔴𝔦𝔪 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔦'𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔡𝔦𝔢. ❜
→ * . & ━━ a girl by the name
of sar, who can walk through dreams, finds
herself drawn to her hometown and into a
bigger m...
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"HELLO? YOU GUYS CAN HEAR ME, RIGHT? Are you there?" The voice came out of seemingly nowhere. It startled the four kids, who were sitting inside the shelter of a rusted down bus. The heat and the waiting were sapping at their nerves.
All four of them sat up at the words. "Do you guys hear that?" Dustin was looking around with his eyebrows pulled in. The others pulled the same expression.
"Was that Sar?"
Lucas crawled up onto one of the seats to peer out the dusty windows. "I don't see her." The junkyard was deserted, and a helicopter whirred overhead.
"Can you guys hear me?"
Mike looked around, as if expecting her to be right there. "She's not here."
"It's gotta be Sar, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. She's doing that telepathy thing. Like Jean Grey," Dustin elaborated, sitting back down on his seat.
Lucas pulled a face at him. "I know what she does."
"Are we going to answer?" Mike interrupted their bickering. "We have to answer, right? I mean, she's looking for us."
"What if she's been captured?" Lucas asked.
"Like Lando Calrissian," Dustin acknowledged.
"Look, I know you can hear me. I'm with Nancy and Jonathan, and Chief Hopper and Joyce Byers. We know the bad men are looking for you and we need to know where you are, so we can help you."
Lucas was shaking his head rapidly. "Lando," he reminded. "Don't respond!"
"You really think the Moonmaiden would give away our position?" Dustin hissed.
"Maybe! If she was captured!" Lucas was throwing his hands up in exaggerated motions. "And stop calling her that. She's not the Moonmaiden."
Dustin raised his eyebrows. "Just wait until she turns into a moon goddess. Then you won't be disagreeing." Lucas just gave him a look.
Mike leant forward. "Look, if she wouldn't be doing this if she was captured. Didn't she say she would rather die than be captured?"
"Yeah, to Steve Harrington," Lucas exclaimed.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Lucas was shaking his head. "You can't trust anything anyone says to Steve Harrington."
Dustin nodded at that. "It's Steve Harrington."
"Okay, well what do we do? She says she's with the Chief and my sister!"
"Maybe they're all captured," Dustin said. He raised his hands to clasp them over his hat. "Oh no, that would be bad."
"Please answer. We're trying to help you. El? Are you there, El?" Eleven looked up at the boys, as if alarmed. Her eyes were wide.
Lucas waved his hands in front of him. "Eleven, no! Don't do it."
She crinkled her eyebrows. "Why... not?" she asked slowly.
Mike turned back to face the two boys. "We need to respond. Sar wouldn't sell us out. Why would she sell us out to the men who captured her?"
"For her own freedom!" Lucas exclaimed, raising his hands in the air as if it was obvious. "Are you guys kidding me?"
"Would never let her be free," Eleven put in, knees drawn up beneath her chin. "She's safe. We can talk to her."
Mike dropped his hands down beside him. "See, Lucas?" Lucas just made a noise of protest and threw his arms up. Dustin was still holding onto his hat on his head. Mike flattened his lips as he creased his eyebrows. "The old junkyard, past the Elm train tracks," he said out loud, hoping the blonde girl would somehow hear it.
•°•☆•°•
SAR TURNED AROUND. "The old junkyard, behind the tracks off Elm," she told them. Hopper revved up the car. "Got it. I know the ones."
Hopper nodded. "So do I." Sar leant back against the leather seats as Hopper started the car in that direction. She'd managed to calm down in the time they'd been waiting for the boys to respond. She never meant to get so wound up all the time, but it was impossible. How do you ever fully recover from something like that? Her fingers wrapped up in her yellow skirt.
The junkyard was halfway across town. The scientists' cars had long taken off in that direction, and Hopper was trying to navigate them to the area in the shortest, different way possible. Jonathan was holding on to the handle on the roof for dear life as they skidded down the roads, slamming across uneven street ways. Sar decided to do the same while Nancy looked utterly frightened in the middle. But they had to get there soon.
Sar relaxed after a few moments as she got used to the bumping of the Byers' old car. She leant against the car window. What other time than tracking down a group of hunted kids while trying to avoid evil scientists, to contact Katie and James? "Four, you there?" The dry landscape was sliding by as Hopper drove at top speed. They were spinning around the corners in a way that Sar was certain would be very illegal, if Hopper wasn't the chief.
James replied almost immediately. It was the middle of the afternoon, to be fair. "Hey, how's my favourite girl doing?"
Sar made an amused face, leaning her head back against the window. Her blonde hair had come completely out of its ponytail now, lying across her shoulders. "We all know that's a lie, Four. Everyone knows Katie is your favourite."
"Second favourite," he corrected.
She snorted at that. "Plus, it doesn't help your case that the only family you have are all girls, and guess what? That's us two."
"Hey, I know more girls than just you two," James protested. "You know, I get out! When I'm not babysitting Katie. We're not just in a bubble, you know."
"Well, maybe you should be. It's dangerous out there."
"Says the criminal."
"Oh, will you shut up about that," she mused, her voice coming through in a snort. "And it's fun!" She kicked her legs up over the other, annoying Nancy who sat next to her, though the girl had a tiny smile on her face.
