Lost and Found | Stranger Things Reader Insert

Warnings: bullying

Word Count: 2186

"No skates today, sweetie?" Karen asked her daughter who had just reached the end of the staircase. Doc looked up at her mother with a smile, backpack hanging from one shoulder.

"Uh, no... I learned my lesson yesterday."

"Well, alright. The boys are downstairs."

"Thanks, Mom." She nodded and walked past her to get to the basement. As she came to the last step, she saw the boys huddled around the table. El was on the couch with Mike's walkie, the static whirring from it.

Mike looked up at his sister and nodded in acknowledgement before looking back at his friends. "We just tell our parents we have AV Club after school. That'll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood."

"You seriously think that weirdo knows where Will is?"

Doc's nose flared with the heavy sigh she let through it at the insult Lucas constantly used for El. Mike seemed to have felt the same way about it. "Just trust me on this, okay?"

"Okay."

"Did you get the supplies?"

"Yeah," Lucas reached behind him and grabbed his backpack as Doc joined them at the table, Dustin smiling at her in greeting. "Binoculars... from 'Nam. Army knife... also from 'Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana... and the wrist rocket." He listed each item as he placed them on the table, holding the last one up with pride.

"You're gonna take out the Demogorgan with a slingshot?" Dustin complained.

"First of all, it's a wrist rocket," Lucas firmly defended. "And second of all, the Demogorgan's not real. It's made up. But if there is something out there, I'm gonna shoot it in the eye," He pulled his "wrist rocket" back before quickly letting it go, causing the three to flinch. "And blind it."

Mike sighed and turned to his other friend. "Dustin, what did you get?"

Wordlessly, Dustin grabbed his backpack and poured his supplies out onto the table. The three silently sighed at the pile of junk food now occupying his side of the table. "Well, alrighty. So, we've got... Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana, and trail mix."

"Seriously?" Lucas blinked.

"We need energy for our travels! For stamina! And besides, why do we even need weapons, anyway? We have her." He motioned to El, whose eyes flicked up to them.

"She shut one door!"

"With her mind! Are you kidding me? That's insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do," Dustin moved over near El and moved a blanket that covered a plastic model of the Millennium Falcon and picked it up. "I bet... that she could make this fly!"

Doc rolled her eyes. "Dust, come on..."

He held a finger up and turned to El. "Hey. Hey," He whispered, the girl staring up at him. "Okay, concentrate. Okay?" He smiled and held the toy out to her before letting go. The model fell to the ground as El stared at him with raised brows. While Doc was amused at Dustin's failed attempts to show off her powers, Mike was fed up.

"She's not a dog!" He scolded before turning to his sister. "Doc, what'd you bring?"

Doc set her backpack down and took out two first aid kits, setting them on the table in front of her. "These are my two back-up kits. The first contains gauze, band-aids, face masks, rubbing alcohol, disposable gloves, a pulse oximeter, elastic bandages, cotton balls, a thermometer, medical tape, an ice pack, scissors, tweezers, and hand sanitizer. In the other one is hydrocortisone cream, cough medicine, hydrogen peroxide, antibiotic cream, eye drops, and Tylenol," The boys gawked as she reached into the small pocket of her bag and took out two items. "Also my backup needle and thread. I can do stitches if I ever need to. I've done it for myself more than once."