[completed until season five]
you're the remedy i'm searching hard to find to fix the puzzle that i see inside.
[steve harrington x female oc]
[stranger things seasons three and four]
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CHAPTER EIGHT THE HARRINGTON'S SUMMER ROAD TRIP
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Steve tried his best to remain calm as his friends in Hawkins looked for any sort of music inside Eddie's trailer that could help Mavis get out of yet another trance. However, it was hard.
He had thought she was safe, that Vecna wouldn't get to her again, but... he had been wrong.
"Mav, just stay with me. Stay with me, okay?" he cupped her face gently. He couldn't lose her. Not after he had finally confessed his feelings for her.
Looking back up, more specifically at Erica who was standing there on the other side, he yelled desperately. "Whatever you guys are doing up there, hurry up!"
Erica ran off, probably towards the rest of the group, and Steve looked at Mavis again. It broke his heart to see her beautiful hazel eyes having turned white, with no hint of emotion behind them.
What if they didn't find the right music? What if Mavis didn't wake up from the trance?
He couldn't let it happen.
"Mav..." he whispered, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs softly. "Please come back to me..."
And without wasting any more time, Steve started to sing.
"Where have all the good men gone, and where are all the gods..."
He didn't consider himself a good singer. On the contrary. But if that song had saved her before, maybe it would save her again. Even if it was coming from him and not Bonnie Tyler. It was a long shot, but he needed to take it.
"I need a hero, I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night..."
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Finding herself in a strange place, Mavis fought with the feeling of a familiar sensation despite the fact that she was certain she had never been there before. As she looked around, a dense fog veiled her sight, adding an extra layer of disorientation to her predicament.
