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From the sewers to a space ship

WHO: Eddie Kaspbrak and YOU
WHERE: Bishop, then open
WHAT: OMFG WHERE THE FUCK AM I?!
WHEN: Now? When the fuck is now even?
WARNINGS: Language, mostly. Possible canon talk

Bishop

There's a man in one of the bunks who was absolutely not there before. He looks (and smells) like he just rolled out of the sewers. His jeans, t-shirt and hoodie are covered in an array of multicolored substances. His left cheek is bandaged in a very soiled gauze patch. Needless to say... He looks worse for wear.

He sits bolt upright with a terrified gasp. "Richie!" His eyes wide with fright, he looks around. "Whaaaaat the fuck?" Inexplicably, he knows where he is and what he's doing there, but that doesn't make him feel any better. He was in the cavern, saving Richie and something... Something was wrong. He makes a face as he reached back to scratch a weird itch in the middle of his back. Alright. He's not going to get any answers sitting in bed.

He gets up and moves to the door, peeking out. It's going to take him a while to find the way out of the ship, especially considering the tightness in his chest. He wasn't claustrophobic usually, but he had to get some air. He can be found wandering aimlessly around the ship, looking confused and slightly panicked.

Outside the ship

When he finally stumbles outside, he takes a few deep breaths. "Ohthankfuck." Leaning forward, he braces his hands on his legs and tries to get his breathing back to normal. Once he feels sufficiently calm, he takes a deep breath and straightens.

Then he sees his first alien and that goes out the fucking window. Hello Coruscant. There's a human in the space port alternating between screaming in terror and laughing awkwardly as he tries to figure out if he's really hallucinating and having an anneurism at the same time.

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The inhaler.

Richie reaches for it, brushing his fingertips over the plastic. It's as though Eddie discovered some kind of precious jewel. Really, he sort of had. Richie remembers having this in his hand and pulling it from Eddie. 'You're braver than you think.' He'd regretted those words, some nights.

But here the inhaler is. Unburnt and whole.

On a whim, he reaches into his own pocket and is almost not surprised to find his own totem. The token. He flips it in his hand and laughs as he holds it out toward Eddie, too.

"Look at that... Crazy."

He'd needed to hear those words at the time. And, hell, they'd lead to him being able to save Richie's ass when he needed him the most.

His eyebrows raise as Richie pulls out that arcade token. He shakes his head, chuckling as he takes it from Richie. It's solid metal between his fingers. He turns it over, reading the engraved words. "Holy shit. What do you think this means?"

He shakes his head. He can't even hazard a guess, honestly.

"I guess they were...important? To the Agrii, maybe? Or to us? I mean, they were our totems so I guess it makes sense they would travel along with us. Or maybe soon we'll come across an arcade and an asthmatic and we will both be super useful. Who can say?"

"Huh..."

Well, it was as good a guess as any. He holds the token out to Richie with a smile. "Hey, you never know. But maybe you're right, that they have some kind of importance to us." He pauses, thinking. "You did spend a fuck ton of time at that arcade." That had to be why it was a token... right?

He looks down at the token and remembers Connor. The first guy he felt something for, outside of Eddie. It hadn't been as strong or as consuming but it had been something. And then it had been completely destroyed before it could even be fully formed.

"Yeah. Yeah, I liked the arcade a lot." It had taken him awhile to go back but he did. Before the summer was even over he was back in there and playing his games. Alone, this time. Always alone after that.

The token goes back in his pocket.

"I would have preferred my token to be something cooler though, you know? It was better than Stan's fucking hair net but... I don't know. Ben had a yearbook page he kept 27 years. Bev had Ben's sappy poem. Mike was a freak who apparently dug around for bloody rocks and Bill had his brother's boat. You and me? A token and an inhaler. Lame."

Eddie tucks the inhaler away, smirking.

"I know, right? Why did we get the lame-ass tokens? I mean... mine was from one of the times It came after me that summer." He shudders thinking about it. "But that's all in the past, right?"

Right. And he was more than happy to leave It there.

Richie is quiet for a moment. When he talks his voice is very carefully emotionless. "Yeah. Mine was from a time like that, too. It was a shitty moment I had as a kid and then fucking Nickelsmart made the Paul Revere statue come alive and try to kill me. Like I hadn't felt crappy enough as it was."

He fingers the token in his pocket, half wanting to toss it out the window and half wanting to cradle it against his chest.

"Fuck Derry," he finally decides. "We can leave it where it is."

Eddie cringes. "Holy fuck. That thing was terrifying enough already!" That gets a full body shudder as he imagines it.

"I ended up in the basement of Keene's Pharmacy thinking my Mom was being held captive there with that fucking leper."

Seriously. Gross as fuuuuuuck.

He gives Richie a nod. "Fuck it. We're done with all that bullshit."

"Well, that's not fair. We all got a nightmare and you got a wish come true. I guess ol' DimeClever liked you best."

He frowns at what Eddie said, though. The idea of him scared and trapped with the leper makes him want to crush Pennywise's heart all over again.

"We should go and get some drinks. Celebrate no more lepers and statues coming to life."

He snorts. "You've only got a couple more kinds of coins before you run out of new nicknames for It."

He hesitates for a moment. He doesn't really drink... Then again. He's already dead. "I guess one drink can't hurt. Drink to leaving Derry behind."

"A drink to freedom," he corrects, nudging Eddie once. He leans in just to check his cheek patch one more time and then gets off the bed. He's forty so he groans as he does so. Maybe he needed to try that whole yoga shit.

"C'mon. First round is on you. Payment for what an awesome friend I was to save that cute, cute, cute face." He pats Eddie's healing cheek softly to be irritating.

"At least as far as you know, for now."

Eddie's smile widens and he nods. "To freedom."

Dude, you sound older than him. Of course that's what decades of booze and shitty food will do to you. He stands (without groaning, thank you), making a face at Richie.

"Ow." Why with the cheek pat?! "I mean. I guess that's fair. Though all of our money came from the same place."

Richie swings an arm around Eddie's neck and started leading him out of the room. Now that he is clean and smells less like a sewer it's a lot more pleasant to do.

"Your money still spends better than mine. I don't know what makes that the case but it's totally true. You'll figure it out after like a drink or five. It's magical!"

He noogies the top of Eddie's head lightly, just to be annoying and make sure it's clear this is friendly. Of course.

"Besides, I need to buy some important stuff, I'm sure. Maybe one of those dresses. Would look great."

"Five?!" He gapes at Richie. That's quickly replaced by an indignant "Hey!" at the noogie. He doesn't push Richie off of him, though. Being that close to him is nice. It's a reminder that they're both there, and both alive and okay.

"You in drag? Now that'd be a sight." Hey, he's not disgusted by it or saying it's wrong. He actually smirks, shaking his head at the thought.

"Well if you wanna see me in a dress then take me someplace fancy that I need to dress up for, huh?" He winks at Eddie and only realizes afterwards that teasing about a date is just as horror-anxiety inducing as hinting at one for real. He laughs loud to undercut any hint of seriousness in that tease and gives Eddie's neck a squeeze.

"On second thought, nah. I'm not the fancy type. Beer and a burger is my scene. Wedding at Voodoo Doughnuts or a White Castle."

Thankfully, the idea that Richie could be talking about a date simply doesn't occur to Eddie. He laughs along with Richie before nodding in mock-seriousness.

"Alright. I'll remember that in the unlikely event you ever tie the knot. Reception in the McDonalds ball pit, I assume?"

"Woah, you're gonna have to be my wedding planner, Eds." Not that it would ever happen. Even before being sucked up into weirdo world it wasn't like he was interested in either coming out or finding a date. Grindr was the best he could do to get his needs met and even that was more of a chore lately.

"Ball pits, burgers, McFlurries, and maybe even some apple pies if I wanna get fancy. It's gonna be the event of the season."

He snorts. "All you need, now, is to find someone you can con into marrying you. Hey! Maybe there'll be a nice alien here you can settle down with."

By this time they're in the lift and Eddie hits the button that he thinks will bring them to the lobby. He doesn't think Richie will ever get married, he's too chaotic for that. But that's not going to keep him from teasing the shit out of him.

"A nice alien wouldn't want to marry me either. They would probably want to eat my tender human liver as a delicacy. But as long as there is a ball pit and burgers, I guess I will consider it a good run."

Richie still has his arm around Eddie's neck. He needs to move off. Eventually. Yeah, definitely soon. Maybe.

"You just want me to get a divorce so you're not the only one anymore. Admit it."

"Yeeaah, probably. Human liver with a side of fries?"

He hasn't made any move to extract himself from Richie's grasp. They used to be close like this all the time as kids, so it doesn't feel weird. Not to mention that it's just nice to be close to someone and actually enjoying himself. Is that weird? Fuck he hopes not.

He rolls his eyes. "Oh come on. How would that make a difference? I'm not divorced. I'm... like... a reverse widower or something."

"A reverse widower? What the fuck does that mean? Seriously dude, I think that going with 'divorced' is probably easier than 'Marriage got annulled because I am technically dead in the universe where I am married'. Unless you wanna get into that story every single time."

The lift lands and Richie pulls Eddie out and toward the door. Going out drinking when things are still so new and raw is probably a bad idea but he's going to do it anyway.

"Honestly, it might get you a free drink or two. Maybe you should trot it out."

He nods, "Yeah, you've got a point. Divorced, it is. I really don't want to go into my being dead every time it comes up. That's weird enough."

He lets Richie drag him along. Fuck, it really is just like when they were kids. He still wasn't sure about drinking, especially considering that he had no way of knowing what sort of ingredients they used. What if he was allergic to something. What if they had something that was close enough to a cashew and he went into anaphylactic shock and died?!

"I don't know about that... hey, lets at leas find a place that understands English. I, uh, gotta make sure I know what's in whatever we're drinking."

Richie rolls his eyes almost out of his head.

"Oh come on. Are you back to thinking you're so gentle you can't even look at a nut without breaking into hives? You probably outgrew half of your allergies at this point and the other half were probably just made up."

Eddie's mom was a trip and Myra didn't seem much better. With Eddie not remembering half of his life, who knew how far he'd slid backward in his growth. The idea of that--and someone else taking advantage of it--made Richie almost murderous. Luckily he probably won't be seeing any of the people he so hated ever again. Unless they showed up here. Fucking God forbid.

Off on the side is what looks like a cantina or something. It has music so that is probably a good sign. He moves them toward it.

"Live dangerously. I won't let anything happen to you. Well. Nothing too dangerous, anyway..."

"Gentle?" He gives Richie a look, "It's not gentle to not want to die when I eat something, asshole."

But... he had a point. He sighed, thinking back on his past. His mom and Myra had really been the driving force behind all of his medical history. They always treated him with such care, no matter what he said. Maybe... a memory flashed through his mind 'They're gazebos! They're bullshit!'

"Maybe..." He frowned, debating for another moment. "I'm holding your ass responsible if anything fucking happens."

"Gentle like a delicate little flower, resting on a peach."

Richie bumps Eddie's shoulder and drags him off and into the cantina so they can get some alcohol into them both and forget about whatever the fuck it was that brought them here. And, hell, if they could forget some of the shit that happened before too, he would be thrilled by that. But that was probably not gonna be in the cards for awhile.

"Dude. You say that as though I wouldn't hold myself responsible," he says a bit too seriously. And, yeah. Back to that 'not being able to forget what happened before' shit, huh? Hunch proven correct. Or at least need for alcohol levels to increase proven, perhaps.

Even now he can almost remember the limp body of the other man in his arms, slowly getting cold. Alone.

"Nothing is gonna happen to you, okay? We aren't here long enough for me to get the necessary alcohol for that level of guilt so, ergo, you'll be fine."

From the sewers to a space ship

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