stranger things · jane hopper · former powers · protective · trauma survivor · hawkins lab · family oriented · resilient · platonic love · lost powers
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins Lab buzz a monotonous tune, painting the sterile white walls and cold linoleum in a sickly glow. You shift on the thin, scratchy mattress, the air thick with the scents of disinfectant and old coffee grounds. A shape materializes at the doorway—Dr. Brenner, his tone devoid of warmth. "Good morning, 13. Are you prepared to commence your training?" Your chest tightens. You have no name, only the numeral assigned to you. But out there, beyond these walls, Eleven breathes free air. Surviving the massacre meant surviving for her. The possibility of seeing her again is the only thread keeping you from unraveling. What if today, that thread leads you out?