Take Me Home
Summary: Eddie Kaspbrak knows his old friend is on his way, he can feel it but as the day becomes long his faith is put to the test.
A/N: I have nothing to say, only that this is the most fluffy piece I have ever written.
Word Count: 1888
The man’s fingers bit into the scotch, swirling it tenderly in its glass. Classical rock played softly in the background but it was so forgiving that an untrained ear may have missed it completely. The clock on the wall read well past midnight, the minutes crawling around him.
He knew this was the end, the cancer had progressed too far to be treated. What the doctors were doing wasn’t fair to him, he didn’t want to prolong his life, the suffering had become too great. So away went the endless rounds of chemotherapy, no more were the days consumed among the sick and dying. If this was truly his final day then he would spend it the best way he knew how.
With a strong drink and even stronger music.
The grandfather clock chimed, singing out the hour. He looked up at its face and smiled, noticing his withered reflection. It had been some time since he had allowed himself to look in a mirror, terrified of what would look back at him but now there was no fear. Only acceptance.
He could feel the room becoming colder, the light slowly fading around him. It was time, and he knew this but as he slipped further and farther towards the end a memory flashed through his mind. A memory of sunshine, of children’s laughter and of a small boy with a fanny pack. As the life left his body he whispered a name that he had not thought of in years, a name that once held so much power over him but he had forgotten none the less. His name.
Eddie awoke from his sleep with a quiet gasp and a slight startle. His body bolted upright in his bed, taking notice of the sunlight that had begun to spill in form his window. He knew that it was still early, that he should just roll over and fall back asleep but the pull in his chest told him to hurry, that today was going to be momentous.
“Stan?” He whispered, nudging the lump on his floor. There was a groan but nothing else, so Eddie shoved harder. “Stan, wake up. It’s important.”
“What in the hell is so fucking important that you have to wake me up at six in the morning?” The curly haired boy hissed, covering his face with his blanket. “Did you wet the bed or something?”
The smaller boy scoffed, “No, what kind of question is that.”
“A valid one.”
“I had a dream.” Eddie explained excitably, feeling his stomach twist in anticipation. “Richie is coming today.”
“Richie? What makes you think that?” Stan asked, sitting from his make shift bed and rubbing the sleep from his eye. “You dream about him all the time, why is this any different?”
“Because I saw him Stan. I saw him coming.” He pressed, jumping from the bed. “Just like Ben did with Beverly, I fucking saw it!”
“Alright, alright, calm your horses there cowboy. Even if you did see him, it could be hours before he gets here. So relax for a second and think about it. Are you sure he is coming?”
The thirteen year old scoffed from his closet, pulling on whatever he could get his hands on. “I’m positive! Why are you questioning me?”
“Because I thought Bill was coming two months ago remember? I had that dream and I got all wound up for nothing. I just want to make sure that-“
“Hurry up and get dressed, I’m going to go get the others.” Eddie squealed, running though the threshold. He could hear Stan’s protests behind him but they fell on deaf ears as the small hypochondriac burst through the front door and onto the lush green lawn. Quickly he grabbed his bike and peddling faster than he ever believed possible.
Ben’s house was first, because it was closest. As he burst through the doors a red haired beauty screeched, falling off the couch in surprise. Laughter began to admit from her as she rolled over onto her back. “No Eddie, come right on in!” She joked, pulling herself back onto the couch.
“Sorry Beverly, I can’t help it. I have some exciting news!” He replied, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Riche is coming today!”
“What?” Ben muttered, rising form the opposite end of the couch. “Richie? Are you sure?”
“I saw him Haystack, just like you saw her.” Eddie replied brutally, “He’s coming. Today.”
“But you two weren’t-um-like us. This could be the same thing Stan went through with Bill, I just don’t want you to get your hopes up for nothing sweetie.” Beverly replied softly, her words floating up into the air before lightly washing over the small boy.
Eddie sighed, rubbing his own arm for comfort. “I saw it. I know we never had the opportunity to be like you two but I just know it’s today. You have to believe me.”
Beverly and Ben look at one another, shrugging in defeat. The both hopped onto their feet, frantically rushing upstairs to change. Once they were done the three of them rode to Mike’s farm on the outskirts of Derry. When they arrived the young farmhand was tending to the sheep, singling happily as he went about his daily chores.
“Mike!” All three kids yelled, rolling down his dirt road in a cloud of dust. “Mike! Mike! Mike!”
The kind boy smiled, dropping his bucket and meeting them at the fences edge. He looked at all three of them, raising an eyebrow at their eager faces. “What up losers?” He asked, whipping his dirty hands on his overalls. “You are all up awfully early.”
“Richie! He’s coming today!” Eddie explained, grinning brightly. “I saw it.”
Mike looked over to the others, who only shrugged. “Okay.” He replied, not questioning his friend like the rest, only nodding with a caring smile. “Let me grab my bike.”
Stan eventually met up with them, bringing a breakfast consisting of muffins and scones that he had gotten from the bakery down the street. Five of The Losers Club sat a top of the hill near the barrens, in the same place they all had arrived at. A comfortable silence had consumed them as the all thought over their old friend, wondering when he would come.
“Do you guys think he will remember?” Beverly asked, breaking the peace while devouring her scone. “I mean, I know he forgot just like all of us did.”
“He will remember, it came back when we all arrived. Sometimes it just takes a couple of minutes.” Stan replied, touching his food neatly.
“Man, Richie Motherfucking Tozier.” Mike cooed, leaning against lush grass, soaking up the rising sun. “That’ll be a sight for sore eyes.”
“Tell me about it.” Ben replied, handing Beverly a much needed napkin. “I haven’t heard a dick joke in so long, it’ll be nice for a change.”
“Yeah you say that now, give it a week and I bet you ten bucks you’ll want him to go back from where he came from.” Stan joked, smirking at something unseen.
“I just hope he shows.” Beverly muttered, her voice partially consumed by the food in her mouth.
Eddie remained silent, his attention strictly on the space in front of him. He could feel the pull of his body, the magnetic force that kept him here, telling him this is where he needed to be. Richie was coming today and he was going to be the first person he saw when he arrived. It had to be him, it always was.
The day dragged on around them, hours passing with no sign of an arrival. Eventually the Losers grew bored, straying away from the barrens at their own rate until only Eddie remained. The sun was lowering in the sky, threatening to end the day but still he sat, unmoving.
There was a light tap on his shoulder, causing him to startle. Looking up he saw Stan, a bag in his hand and a pitiful smile on his face. “I brought you dinner, I know you skipped lunch.” He muttered, gesturing to his hands. “We can eat together if you want.”
The small boy only shrugged, gesturing his permission. The curly haired boy sat down beside him, pulling out homemade sandwiches and chips. He handed Eddie his before taking a bite from his own. That sat there quietly, conversation lagging. Once their food was gone, the night progressed quickly, the sun setting without their permission.
“I guess you were right.” Eddie confessed, his head hung shamefully. “I guess it was just a stupid dream.”
“It’s okay Eddie. It happens.” Stan cooed, rubbing his back for support. “He will come eventually, just like Bill and when he does you will be here.”
“I just thought we had a connection, you know like Ben and Bev.” He whispered, silent tears falling from his eyes as the sky painted beautiful colors above them. If circumstances were different the pair would have enjoyed the sunset, admiring the way it turned the sky into a masterpiece but today it was an indication of failure, of heartache.
“Who says you don’t?” The taller boy replied, “This doesn’t mean anything, it’s just another day in paradise. We can’t rush them, no matter how much we want to.”
Eddie sniffled, leaning into his friends touch. “I just miss him so much.”
“I know. We all do.”
They stayed like this until the sun was just over the horizon, holding onto one another until it was time to head back to their shared home. Eddie sighed, allowing his friend to pull him to his feet and offering a smile in response. “Come on,” Stan murmured, “let’s go home. Tomorrow is a new day.”
Just as they turned heel a blinding light illuminated around them, forcing both of them to recoil in surprise. Once the brightness subsided, there standing in the middle of the grass, wearing his horrendous Hawaiian shirt and thick rimmed glasses was the trashmouth himself. Eddie let out a cry of happiness, barreling down the hill. Stan stood there dumb founded, “Well, I’ll be damned.” He whispered, shaking his head before following close behind.
“Richie!” The small boy cried, jumping into the lanky kids unrespecting arms. “I knew you were coming! I told them, I told them that I saw it.”
“E-Eddie?” Richie whimpered, pulling his friend from his shoulders, “Is that really you?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“But you died, I remember it now. Y-your arm it was ripped off and you bled out down there. Oh my god-“He choked, his voice breaking “I left you. I left you with It, I’m so sorry Eds. I’m so fucking sorry I should have got you out there, should have given you a proper burial, I remember everything now. I did you so wrong, I-“
“It’s fine.” Eddie soothed, rubbing the boys arm fondly. “It’s all okay now. You are right where we are meant to be.”
“And where is that?” He asked, looking up at Stan who had offered him a small smile. His name began echoing in the distance, he could just make out three Losers as they rushed over to where he was, all following the light that had brought him. “Where am I?”
“You’re home Richie.”
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