it was a beautiful day. Eddie was heading to the pharmacy on his bike. he had medicines to pick up and his broke arm throbbed from lack of said meds. he hummed happily as he rode his bike down the familiar roads, until he heard something behind him. he paused and looked behind him. a car with a man inside. Eddie shrugged, he was riding on the road after all. he got up onto the side walk and kept riding, but the car continued to follow. he swallowed getting slightly nervous, but maybe the man was just heading to town as well. Eddie rode past Richie's house, making note that his boyfriends bike wasn't there but that his bedroom window was open. he must've been more distracted than he realized as he suddenly found himself on the ground and his bike crushed under the car that had been behind him. he moaned in pain and dropped his head against the pavement a moment. Eddie groaned and slowly sat up after a minute. his knee's were bleeding and his head pounded, he'd hit the ground pretty hard. his head was gushing blood. 

"he-hey! you hit me!" Eddie shouted as the man got out of his car. he silently checked the damage and walked towards Eddie. "h-hey. wh-what are you doing?" Eddie yelped as the man grabbed his leg. he dragged him towards the car and Eddie screamed loudly. " wa-wait! stop! le-let me go!" Eddie shouted. he squirmed and started kicking hard, but there was a reason people always  picked on him and his size.

"shut up." the man huffed. Eddie kicked at his hand and got up running from the man, but was grabbed again. the man struggled with him, arms wrapped tightly around his chest and pulling him towards the car. Eddie dug his nails into the mans arm and screamed. he was kicking as hard as he could, he could feel an asthma attack coming on, but he couldn't reach his inhaler with the fuckers arms squishing him. the man brought an arm up to hold onto his neck, trying to squeeze the scream out of him. Eddie didn't let him win that part, when Eddie Kaspbrak wanted to say something, no one could silence him! he could talk just as much, if not more, than his trashmouth partner.

"HELP! HEY! HELP! SOMEONE!" Eddie shouted. he looked around quickly. desperate for help, screaming as loud as he could, then he remembered where he was. he looked up at Richie's house. "RICHIE! TRASHMOUTH HELP ME!" Eddie shouted, at the top of his lungs. Richie poked his head out of his opened bedroom window, mouth open and looking to scream at who ever had interupted him, but stopped and growled, dissapearing. "Richie!! no! Richie help me!!" Eddie cried. he elbowed the mans face hard and ran for Richie's house. the man growled and chased him.

"you little fuck! get back here!" the man hissed.

"someone help! please someone help me!" Eddie screamed. he turned his head to look back at his attempted kidnapper, but he tripped and landed face first into the pavement. he ignored the stinging in his knee's that would have to be disinfected later no doubt, and his burning road rash that would have his mother taking him to the hospital. blood trickled from his nose and pooled onto the pavement at a slightly alarming rate. "Richie!!" Eddie cried, covering his head. there was no where he could go, nothing he could do, he was going to be taken. he was weak and pathetic and on the brink of an asthma attack. his face was covered in blood, bruises, and tears. he heard a sickening crack and rolled onto his back. Richie was behind him, looking pissed, with a baseball bat in his hands. the man was laying on the ground his head bleeding. Richie was fuming, blood spattered onto his face from how hard he'd hit the man attempting to take his boyfriend.

"think its fun to grab kids you perv! who the fuck do you think you are!?" Richie hissed hitting the man in the gut hard. "you picked the wrong fucking kid! that fucking loser is my  loser! and you can't touch him!" Richie growled, he brought the bat down a third time on the man. he spit on the man. "stay out of my neighborhood freak." Richie glared. he turned and held his hand out to Eddie, who took it and winced as Richie pulling him. he looked at him tearfully and the anger on Richie's face melted. "geez Eddie. what the fuck? now you can't even ride your bike without getting hurt?" Richie said. 

"beep beep Richie." Eddie mumbled. Richie huffed and scooped the smaller boy up.

"come on. you've got some bloody knee's." Richie said carrying him inside.

"I've got more than just bloody knee's." Eddie sniffled. "wh-what about him?" Eddie ask, looking at the man.

"oh yeah. I don't think he's going anywhere, but hold on." Richie said. he sat Eddie down inside then grabbed a knife from the kitchen.

"Richie! what are you doing!?" Eddie cried.

"I'm gonna go slash his tires. calm down. call the cops." Richie said. he headed outside and Eddie grabbed the phone. he called the police and was surprised when Richie's usually drunk off her ass, mother came down stairs. she seemed sober-ish.

"Eddie?" she mumbled.

"hi Miss.Tozier." Eddie said softly.

"the fuck are you doing here?" she ask. she seemed confused, not angry.

"some dude ran me and my bike over and Richie dragged me in here and told me to call the cops." Eddie replied. she nodded and headed back upstairs. Richie came back in. "cops are on their way." Eddie said. Richie nodded.

"good. there was no way he was going anywhere. his car is leaking fluids bad. your bike did some damage." Richie said. Eddie nodded.

"so your mom...." Eddie said. Richie paled.

"she came down? you okay?" Richie ask quickly.

"she's sober." Eddie said. Richie relaxed and nodded.

"she's gotta go see a doctor. thinks she has cancer or some shit. she has to be sober for it." Richie shrugged, bandaging Eddie up quickly and carefully. he looked up when he heard sirens. "cops are here." Richie said. he stepped out with Eddie in tow.

"mom's never gonna let me out again when she finds out about my bike." Eddie sighed.

"tell her Henry stole it. he stole mine and Ben's bikes too." Richie said. Eddie nodded slightly they watched the cops collect the man and took their statements. then they watched the cops leave. Eddie curled up on the couch. "look, call your mom and tell her you're staying with us and I'll call the Losers for a sleep over at mine, mom wont mind because she's finally sober. we'll keep you here for the night, okay? we'll figure out what to do about your bike okay?" Richie ask. Eddie nodded slightly and sniffled. his usually angry-humours demeanor was gone, Eddie needed him. Richie knelt infront of the couch, gently taking Eddie's hand and in a soft voice that Richie usually only used with a lustful tone, he spoke to Eddie. Eddie was immediately aware that the tone was not lustful, but worried and comforting. it was a voice he'd never heard before. "hey, it's gonna be okay Eds. I promise." Richie soothed, kissing his forehead.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I fought as hard as-as I could, but I... I'm just as pathetic as B-Bowers said." Eddie sniffled softly. Richie rested his forehead against Eddie's.

"hey, no. don't say that. don't ever say that. Bowers is an idiot. Eddie you're 14, you can fight off a killer clown with a group of 7 of us, but by yourself.... you can't fight off an adult. neither can I. we're kids E, they're bigger an, and stronger. its okay. you go call your mom okay?go call your mom, I'll call the gang. we'll watch some tv, eat some popcorn, snuggle up, and have a sleep over okay? it's gonna be okay." Richie soothe. Eddie nodded and grabbed the phone, calling his mom. Richie pet Eddie's hair gently, kissed his hair, his forehead, and his nose. he rubbed his smaller boyfriends cheek with his thumb. Eddie gave a weak smile and told his mom he was spending the night with his friends because Georgie's birthday was coming up soon and Bill wasn't taking it well. his mother argued a moment, but not like normal, Georgie's birthday wasn't long after Eddie's so she didn't question. she simply agreed and told him to make sure Bill was okay. Eddie hung up and handed Richie the phone.

"she said okay." Eddie said. Richie nodded and called the others starting with Bill.

"hey Bill, sleep over at my place." Richie said, walking out of the room. "no... normally not but... somethings happened with Eddie. he's terrified. he almost got kidnapped and he's beaten up pretty bad. I was hoping we could all get together and calm him down you know?" Richie explained. it was a tone Bill had never heard and he immediately agreed, telling Richie he'd get the others and be there soon. Richie hung up and went to Eddie.

"you..." Eddie said quietly when Richie knelt in front of him again. "you're hurt." Eddie said, feeling the side of Richie'sface. Richie flinched.

"yeah. I was so worried about getting down to you, I pounded myself in the side of the head with my bat pretty hard." Richie laughed slightly. Eddie smiled.

"h-how hard?" Eddie ask. Richie chuckled.

"harder than I pound your mother." Richie teased, but it was missing his usual bite. Eddie smiled at him.

"trashmouth." Eddie mumbled.

"the trashiest." Richie smiled, nuzzling him gently. he wasn't worried what would happen when their friends got there as his dad was never home and his mom would lock her door and sleep, plus the Losers knew about the two. said Losers didn't even knock they just walked right on in to the house.

"Eddie!" Beverly cried running over to hug him. Eddie yelped in pain and the girl let go.

"oh yeah, the guy hit Eddie with his car while he was riding his bike. he's pretty banged up. be easy." Richie said, but there was a warning behind his tone. the others normally would've teased him for the unsually protective tone that clearly threatened violence, even against his friends, if they hurt his boyfriend, but Eddie was still shaking and both boys were still covered in blood.

"did they get the guy?" Stan ask.

"they didn't have to." Richie said, glancing over at his bloody bat.

"no, Richie beat them to it, literally. thank god." Eddie said quietly.

"okay you guys go now and shower and get cleaned up okay? we'll set up for the sleep over." Beverly said.

"B-Be-B-Bev's right." Billy said. Richie nodded and scooped up his tiny boyfriend heading upstairs. the Losers cleaned up quickly and set up a space in the living room with blankets, pillows, snacks, popcorn, and a stack of movies. they waited and it wasn't long before both boys came back down. hair still damp and Eddie covered in bandages, even his head was wrapped. he was covered in bruises and scrapes, but the blood was gone from both of them. as he didn't have clothes there, Eddie had borrowed from Richie. the t-shirt swallowed him whole and didn't really require the sweat pants, that hung losely on his hips, he was wearing.

"sweet. it's all set up. come on Eds." Richie said pulling the boy gently.

"stop it my pants are gonna fall." Eddie mumbled. Richie plopped onto the couch and grabbed Eddie's waist pulling him down onto his lap. "ouch! I have road rash all up my back you ass!" Eddie glared.

"so you're saying I make your ass hurt?" Richie winked. the others snickered.

"you're fucking disgusting." Eddie hissed. Richie smiled slightly and hugged him, rubbing his cheek gently with his thumb.

"sorry." Richie said softly. Eddie cuddled to him, curling up in his lap dispite how bad it hurt. Richie held him gently, looking at the other Losers. they all looked at him with a pitied look. Richie sighed. "someone pick a movie." Richie said.

"the breakfast club." Stan said.

"n-n-n-no way." Bill huffed. "Gh-Gho-Gh-Ghostbu-bus-bu-b-b-bu-Busters." Bill said.

"I say Back to the future." Ben suggested. Eddie looked at Richie.

"I think we should watch Beetlejuice." Richie said. "what do you think Eds?" Richie ask. Eddie looked at him and shrugged slightly, looking away.

"um... maybe... Dirty Dancing? or... or Beetlejuice. thats not really all that scary..." Eddie said.

"Beetlejuice it is." Beverly said and put the movie in, earning a groan from Stan.

"that movie is terrifying." Stan said.

"no it's not." Richie rolled his eye's. "besides Eddie picked a movie and he was almost kidnapped. let him watch the movie he wants." Richie said. Stan nodded slightly and got quiet. they all curled up and watched tv quietly. it didn't take long and they were all out cld spread across the floor in their sleeping bags and blankets. just like Bill always said, Losers stick together and there were absolutely no exceptions. Eddie couldn't have been more grateful, even as he cuddled to his boyfriends chest and snored. Richie would always protect him.