#Phil gets Eddie's name cleared by walking into the station and telling Powell it wasn't him
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It's No Secret... Anymore
Thank you to @mx-jinxous for the prompt! This took a really long time to write but it was so much fun playing with everyone's dynamics. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!
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Steve felt like he was dreaming. It felt like he was looking through someone elseās eyes, dissociating far from his own body. He couldnāt feel the weight of Eddieās slowly-fading body in his arms or the burning of the wounds in his sides. He wasnāt aware of where he was or if anyone was following him. He was purely relying on muscle memory and muscle memory alone.Ā
He didnāt see the speeding car in front of him that swerved into a nearby bush and fence post. He hardly noticed the hands pulling him backward and out of the road. He came back to himself though once he heard his brotherās voice.Ā
āSteve? Steve-O? Come on buddy, youāre worrying me here. Where have you been? I haven't seen your ass all week. Come on man, are youā¦ are you fucking bleeding? Brother, answer me. We canāt be out here, thereās an earthquake going on. Come with me.ā
Steve blinked just to come face to face with Phil. He was shining his flashlight on Eddieās face against Steveās shoulder but his eyes were focused directly on Steveās.
āYou with me, bro?ā His mustache twitched unhappily and Steve rushed to answer.Ā
āUm, no. Not really. I think heās dying and I kinda might be too. And I think my friends are missing? Where am I?ā Steve couldnāt get his thoughts together cohesively. His mind was fractured, overcome with too much trauma in too little time.Ā
Phil just looked more concerned at his words with his face becoming vaguely panicked once he looked at Eddie. He looked quickly up at Steve, down at Eddie, then back at Steve. āIs this Eddie Munson? The murderer Eddie Munson? The Eddie Munson that has been on the run all week? Good golly Steve, Iām trying not to curse but what the fuck?ā
Steve just looked at the pinched expression of pain that Eddie held and murmured, āheās my friend.ā
āOh my god, Steve. Fine, weāll deal with this later. Think you can walk to my squad car? I kinda damaged the front end but Iām sure it's semi-driveable. Powellās tied up with the gates to hell opening up, I have plenty of time to take care of you.ā
āYeah, I can- I can walk,ā and he could with the support of Phil. He felt his brother supporting both his and Eddieās weight until they were deposited into the backseat of the patrol unit.Ā
āAnd uh, is the girl hiding in the bushes with you? Sheās kinda been watching us for awhile. You might have a stalker, little bro.ā He shined his flashlight over to the bush and saw a sandy bob duck behind the foliage.Ā
āRobin?ā Steve muttered, still out of it and only on the verge of consciousness.Ā
āBuckley, is that you? Come on, youāre coming with us back to Steveās place. Letās go,ā Phil waved the light between the two. He had both hands on his hips and stood like a disappointed middle-aged dad. āI donāt have time to be doing things willy-nilly. Letās go!ā
Robin poked her head out of the bushes and scooted gracelessly over to the car until she was able to bump elbows with Steve. They both relaxed a smidgen within the same space, the two brain cells reuniting after a stressful ten minutes apart.
Phil hopped in the driverās seat and bumped his head against the steering wheel. What had this idiot gotten himself into now?
~*~*~*~
By the time Phil arrived at his house at the edge of the suburbs, all three kids were out cold in his backseat. He stood at the open back door for a moment before sighing and lugging first Robin, then Eddie, then Steve into his living room, huffing with exertion all the while. He would definitely have to cut back on the station donuts and start exercising again. Right after he dealt with the dying fugitive on his brotherās couch, the blood seeping through Steveās shirt, and his brotherās unconscious best friend that was snoring atrociously.Ā
Jesus Christ.Ā
Well, he had plenty of practice with medical care from his EMT training so he got to work. He got the first aid kit out of the squad car and started with the murderous Munson. Phil didnāt know what had happened to these kids but it couldnāt be any good. Munsonās entire torso was torn apart like heād been gnawed on by a wild animal. It wasnāt bleeding too bad but he was missing chunks of skin, so much so that Phil couldnāt sew him up with just sutures. Hell, this kid was going to need skin grafts. A lot of them.Ā
He put gauze on the worst of the wounds then cautiously stepped over to Steve. What heād seen on Munson made him hesitant to look at the damage but surely it couldnāt be worse than that. Right? As soon as he lifted Steveās shirt, he came immediately to two conclusions.Ā
1. Steve had a lot more chest hair than he did and that was totally unfair.
2. The wounds on Steveās abdomen were deep, infected, and horrific.Ā
Just like with Munson, there was nothing to close. All he saw were missing chunks of skin and muscle that should have been in his sides. The marred remains were covered in grime and yellowish puss that made the entire room smell of infection.Ā
Fuck, he couldnāt help them here. He had to get them, all three of them because he wasnāt touching an unconscious girl for anything, to a hospital. But that begged the question; which hospital? Munsonā¦ Eddie was wanted all through the state of Indiana for at least three murders and an assault. If he took him to any nearby hospital, he would be arrested and surely there was more to the story if Steve was protecting him so much. He couldnāt let one of Steveās only friends get arrested without hearing the story from the both of them.Ā
He had to take these three up to a hospital in Illinois. Chicago was roughly four hours away, he knew from his and Steveās annual visits to their great aunt in Evanston. It was a risk, both for aiding and abetting a wanted fugitive as well as hoping he survived that long of a drive, but his gut told him to trust his brother on this one. So thatās what he did. He loaded the three teens back into his patrol car and mumbled swears under his breath when he passed the āLeaving Hawkinsā sign. He hoped to all that was mighty that he was making a good call.Ā
~*~*~*~
Steve woke up to familiar voices; one hushed and one screeching.Ā
āYou kidnapped them?! Youāre a cop, I thought you would help them but instead you drove them all the way to goddamn Chicago like some middle-aged pervert loser?ā Steve came around to a loud argument between what sounded like Dustin and Phil. It was weird though because heād never introduced the two.Ā
āHey, listen here shithead, words hurt. I am not middle-aged, Iām 28. And why would I kidnap my own brother? I can legally take him anywhere, it's practically my birthright. I donāt have to go through all the work of kidnapping him.ā Phil shook his head at Dustin.
āStop trying to trick me, I know Eddie is an only child!ā
āMunson?! Iām Steveās big brother, you little gremlin. Canāt you see the resemblance?ā He gestured between where Steve was groggily looking up at him and then back at himself.Ā
āNo, but I canāt see anything past your outrageous mustache.ā Steve saw Philās jaw drop and knew that Dustin had crossed a line.Ā
āYou short fucker, that is too far! I take a lot of pride in this āoutrageous mustacheā,ā Phil put air quotes around the offending remake before pointing an aggressive finger in Dustinās direction. āI will absolutely take you off the visitation list, toothless. Do not test me.āĀ
āDonāt threaten me, Iāll report you to the authorities!ā Dustin countered.Ā
āI am the authorities!ā Phil dropped all decorum and screamed at practically the top of his lungs.Ā
Sensing enough was enough, Steve tried to push himself up to a sitting position before a burning in his sides caused him to fall back down. Both men (or one man and Dustin) stopped their squabbling and rushed to his sides.
āSteve, youāre hurt so donāt try to get up. Shit kid, let me get a nurse or something. You werenāt doing too hot.ā With that Phil sprinted out of the room, presumably to the nurseās station and Steve was left with Dustin, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin.Ā
He looked blearily at all of them before asking the most important question, āwhereās Eddie?ā
They all parted to reveal Eddie lying in the bed next to him. His neck and chest were covered with bandages but his face looked peaceful. There were no cuffs on his wrists as Steve assumed there would be. He laid back again and let out a sigh. Everything was as it should be, he could finally relax.
āUm so Steve, donāt be mad but your brother can be really persuasive when he wants to be and you never introduced him as your brother so I just kind of assumed that we were getting captured by the police and that it was going to be so much worse than the Russians because I always thought Officer Callahan was kind of psycho. But then I woke up here and he bought me Cheetos so everything is fine. Except it's kind of not because you and Eddie have been out for a couple of days and I told Big Not-Harrington about the Upside Down and now heās really worried. Why did you have to stay asleep so long, dingus? I missed you!ā
Steve honestly zoned out when he heard āCheetosā and only tuned back in when Robin, the usual physical affection-hater, threw herself on top of him in a hug. He withheld the grunt of pain and held her back just as hard.Ā
āWhat the hell just happened, bro? Like that was a lot of words, little bird lady. Woah.ā
Steve didnāt know if he was hallucinating the long-haired surfer in a Hawaiian outfit or if Vecna had somehow managed to melt his mind after all but he had never been more confused in his life to see the new visitor make themselves known.Ā
āWho the fuck is that?ā He muttered in absolute bafflement.Ā
Dustin sighed as he too wrestled a hug from Steve, āthatās Argyle. Come on, Steve. Keep up.ā
āLike the sock pattern? How many drugs am I on right now?!ā
~*~*~*~
ā... and thatās kind of why I didnāt tell you about the Upside Down,ā Steve finished from his seat beside Eddie, their hands tangled together as they both sat across from Phil.Ā
He looked at both of them with a completely deadpan stare. āAgain, but the truth this time.ā
Eddie huffed in annoyance. āWe are telling you the truth, man! An evil wizard guy named Vecna-ā
āSlash Henry, slash One,ā Steve and Robin interjected in unison.
ā-possessed four teenagers to end the world or something and broke their bodies apart with his mind. Then the angry mob thought it was me but I would never kill anyone, especially not Chrissy. She was always really nice to me and remembered my band from the talent show in middle school. And then we got stuck in Hell where evil demon bats ate our flesh and tentacles ripped through the earth. Then we saved Nancy from the evil mind melt powers by playing her favorite song. After that, we made a plan and she shot Vecna and killed him while Dustin and I were decoys where I was attacked.ā
āThen I went back for Eddie and carried him out where you almost ran us over. The end,ā Steve emphasized the finale with a deliberate nod of his still-aching head.Ā
Phil looked at them with the most exasperation Steve had ever seen in his life. He let out a pitying chuckle, his poor brother didnāt sign up for this. āHave I ever told you how much I love you?ā
Phil's eyes rolled so hard that Steve could tell he saw stars. He could almost see the scream being prepared in his throat and couldn't gather enough strength to escape it.
"STEVEN MICHAEL HARRINGTON, WHAT THE MOTHERLOVING FUCK?!"
"Look Philly, I'll say it one more time then I'm done, okay? It first started way back when Will Byers went missing in 1983..."
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#Phil gets Eddie's name cleared by walking into the station and telling Powell it wasn't him#Powell is so fucking stressed that he just drops it and blames Jason when Phil suggests it#As soon as they're all healed up Phil gives Eddie the shovel talk of all shovel talks feat. his gun#Eddie hands him a donut and all is forgotten#stranger things#steddie#fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#robin buckley#dustin henderson#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#officer phil callahan#officer callahan is steveās brother#it took me so long to write this and I still don't know if I like it
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