Robin knew, even before the demodogs burst through the door of Hopper's run-down shack, that their luck was going to run out. After all, they could only hope to survive for so long without Nancy.
And now their time seems to be up. They've retreated into one of the back rooms, Jonathan and Steve standing between the kids and the door. Steve gives his bat a nervous swing. Jonathan aims the revolver at the door, ready to shoot at whatever comes through, but it looks too small in his hand, awkward and ineffective.
And utterly useless, of course, when the door opens and Nancy is the one to walk in.
"Nance," he whispers. She scowls at him, her black eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Where is Eleven?" Nancy's voice has changed since Vecna took her. It pitches lower, deep and heavy in a way it only ever got when she was tired or angry and willing to let her guard down. It reminds Robin of late nights, of quiet moments with just the two of them. It reminds her of everything she's lost just because Vecna realized he could take their strongest soldier for his own.
Jonathan adjusts his grip on the gun. "Come on, Nance, snap out of it."
Nancy's eyes flash. Robin sees her shoulders tense, sees her feet shift, sees her make up her mind a split second before anyone else.
She moves at the same time Nancy does, running forward and shoving her before she can draw and aim her pistol. They crash hard to the floor, tangled together for a moment until Nancy manages to flip them. Robin's head smacks against the wood flooring. When she looks up, everything is blurred except for the look of fury on Nancy's face.
Nancy presses the gun to her chest. Robin hears the others cry out, hears Steve running forward. She holds her hand out, waving them off as best as she can.
"Nance," she breathes. She looks up at her, out of breath and helpless. Nancy's eyes are black, staring unfeelingly back at her.
But she doesn't fire. That has to mean something.
It has to.
"Nancy," Robin tries again. Nancy's mouth twitches. She presses the gun harder to her chest. "This isn't you."
Nancy's mouth twists into a snarl. Her free hand comes up to tangle in Robin's hair, pulling until Robin has to bite back a cry of pain. She leans in close and growls, "You don't know me."
"I do," Robin whispers. She can feel tears stinging her eyes, though she isn't sure if it's from pain or fear or the sheer desperation of her words. "I do, Nance, and you know me."
"Enough--"
"Nancy, please, look at me. Just look at me." Nancy hesitates, and Robin reaches up to clutch her wrist--not pulling or pushing, just holding, just clinging to her for dear life. "See me, the way only you can."
Nancy's grip on her hair loosens. Robin can feel her shaking on top of her.
"Because I see you," Robin whispers. "I see you. Not him."
"Robin." Her name is silent on Nancy's lips, but it's there. Robin rubs her thumb along Nancy's wrist, watching tears pool in her eyes. "Robin, I--"
She jerks, pulling the gun back and throwing it across the room. Everyone starts moving, chaos filling the room again. Steve runs forward and grabs Nancy's arms, yanking them behind her back. Max runs in with a syringe, and Jonathan takes it and carefully steps up behind Nancy.
And all the while, she just stares at Robin, tears falling silently down her face now.
"I'm sorry," she whispers. "Robin. I never--I don't want--"
Robin reaches up and cradles her face. "Look at me, Nance."
Nancy does, blinking away tears to see her clearly. Robin keeps holding on, keeping her steady as Jonathan sinks the needle into her neck. Nancy doesn't even wince.
"It's okay," she breathes. "We've got you, Nance. You're going to be okay."
Just finished rereading the original cfda and to say I’m excited for Nancy’s pov would be a GROSS understatement.
I have two questions about the Nancy pov if you don’t mind me asking:
1. Will we learn how much clothing Nancy has stolen from Robin over the years? Do we get to see Nancy cuddling into a stolen Robin shirt?
2. Please please PLEASE tell me we will see Nancy’s POV of the Erathia reunion photo shoot where Nancy slips her hand into Robins pocket to squeeze her hip!?
When I saw that you posted Nancy’s POV I audible squealed very loudly at work and had to act like I didn’t hear anything when my coworker asked about an unknown high pitched sound. True story.
i never mind questions! as for your first one, all i'll say is there miiiight be some pieces of clothing that float around once or twice. and for the second, hmmm, who can say ;)
thank you so much! i've been like vibrating with excitement for a week ready to post the first chapters. and now they're here! i hope they continue to live up to expectations <3
