Title: Doing Time at Family Video Author: brodiew Characters: Steve, Robin, The Party, and more. Genre: friendship, friendship, job woes, drama, humor Summary: Days and nights a Family Video. A/N: This will be an ongoing series of once shots with different 80s era films (and before) being discussed each chapter as well as well as ongoing friendship shenanigans. Doing Time at Family Video Chapter 1: The Search for Spock Steve Harrington leaned on the counter, at Family Video, in just the same manner he had done at Scoops Ahoy. It was a resigned and somewhat apathetic posture. It matched his attitude about his job in general. Moving from the Mind Flayer destroyed Starcourt to a small and isolated strip mall was not his idea of an improvement. He was thankful to Robin for helping him get the job; even more thankful that he was no longer in that lame Scoops Ahoy uniform. There was a time when Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington would not have been caught dead in a ridiculous get up like that. It had been enough of a hit to his ego to have put the uniform on much less being seeing by the ladies, former classmates, and snot nosed kids was almost too much to bear. But those days were gone and he was either better or worse for it depending on whom you asked. Now, he could wear what he wanted. At least it felt that way. A Family Video polo shirt and slacks was a far cry from a gloried toddler outfit. He shook his head to clear it of the Scoops Ahoy rabbit hole he was headed down and went to walk the shelves. He had learned a lot in the few weeks he’d been on the job. Movie categories such as comedy (his favorite), action (he liked that too), Drama (avoided like the plague), mystery/suspense (ok in a pinch), and Sci-Fi( dweeby nerd stuff) were invading his dreams. And, don’t get him started on Classics, Documentaries, or Foreign films (ugh!) As he approached the small New Release section, it was Eddie Murphy’s Beverly Hills Cop that jumped out at him. Saturday Night Live was required viewing for him. He smiled remembering Murphy’s SNL characters such as Mr Robinson’s Neighborhood, Gumby, and James Brown in the hot tub! His reverie was disturbed by a commotion at the door. He turn to see Mike, Dustin, and Lucas all trying to get in at the same time. Dipstick triplets. He was not annoyed in the least. “What’s up, Nerd Patrol?” Steve said with a broad smile. “Something on you mind?” The three teens rushed at him, eyes seemingly crazed with determination. It hit him what they were after when they were half way across the lobby floor. They had their target acquired. He turn the wall, with cheetah like reflexes, and removed a plastic case from behind a Styrofoam filled display box. He shoved into the back of his pants. Stepping aside, the three clowns almost collided with the shelving. Mike, the tallest and gangliest, got his hands to the shelf first. “Crap!” Mike exclaimed, pulling the display box down and seeing no VHS videotape behind it. “Son of a Bitch!” Dustin added, as his shoulders slumped and mouth agape. Lucas simply frowned. “Problem boys?” Steve asked, mischievously. “Yeah, there’s a problem, Steve,” Dustin replied, disappointingly. “Where the hell is The Search for Spock? You said you would hold it for us?” Steve scrunched up his face in disgust. “You mean that Star Wars movie? Didn’t you see it in the theater?” Lucas rolled his eyes. “Of course we saw it in the theater! That’s why we want to see it again.” “It’s Star Trek, Steve,” Dustin said, shaking his head. “Star Trek 3! Spock is alive!” Steve was nonplussed by their excitement. “I’m pretty sure you nerds said it was a weak sequel the other one. What about Beverly Hills Cop or Fletch or Sixteen Candles? All new, boys. I’ve stashed a couple behind the counter.” All three stared dumbly at him. “Alien? Nothing like a face sucking alien gestating in your stomach and ripping its way out.” “You’re kidding, right?” Mike said, starring disbelievingly at Steve. Steve immediately realized his error and could not believe he had even said it. For a moment, he was lost in the present, with his friends, not the brutal past where real monsters killed without mercy. All four were silent for a time. “Beverly Hills Cop is Rated R, Lame Brain. So is Alien,” Dustin said, breaking the tension. “You trying to corrupt us?” “Absolutely,” Steve shot back, thankful for the lifeline. “You clowns need to broaden your horizons.” “Says the guy who called the Ewoks Teddy Bears,” Dustin said. “Yeah, Robin told us. Teddy Bears, my ass. They were supposed to be Wookiees but Lucas didn’t want to spring for more Chewie, so we got…bear cubs.” "Nice try," Steve replied, magnanimously. "The Hair knows." “I’m not watching Sixteen Candles,” Lucas interjected. “At least not without Max. It just wouldn’t be right.” “No one’s watching that,” Mike said turning to Steve. “I saw Steve reach for something when we came in? What was it?” Steve remained cool. “Better step back, Bean Pole. I don’t have to explain my job to you.” “I think he switched the movie,” Mike pressed. “He’s hiding it from us.” Steve’s face became a mask of incredulity. “What do I care if you guys want to watch Star Trek III: Return of the Zombie Vulcan?” Mike looked to Dustin who looked to Lucas who looked back to Steve. “Zombie Vulcan?” Lucas asked in surprise. “Yeah,” Steve replied, shifting his weight nervously. “The pointy eared dude is undead, right? A Zombie.” Dustin smirked, nodding his head in approval. “Steve Harrington knows what a Vulcan is!” “I wouldn’t go that far,” Mike said raising his eyebrows, doubtfully. “Pointy ears aren't everything.” Another car door slammed outside and Steve saw a family of four coming to the door. He made for the counter without a word to the three teens. “Welcome to Fam-” Steve started in greeting. “HOLY SPIT! YOU BASTARD!” Dustin bellowed as he followed Steve to the counter. “You had it the whole time!” Dustin followed Steven behind the counter and retrieved the box from behind his back. He exited the counter area wordlessly, passing the family, frozen in their tracks by his outburst, and returned to his friends. Steve’s face reddened as he apologized and offered the family a free rental. When they went to make their selection, Steve returned to the kids. “What the hell was that?” Steve barked at Dustin, his brow furrowed in frustration. “That was me finding you out,” Dustin retorted, laughing, thinking it was all still a joke. “You didn’t give me time to give it you before you started cursing. Loudly.” “You were hiding it,” Mike offered weakly. “No spit, Sherlock,” Steve said. “Did you really think I was gonna keep it from you?” "..." “That’s what I thought. Now don’t do that stuff in my store ever again. You clowns can pay for this one for my trouble.” He herded them to the counter, took their money, and sent them on their way, duly chastised. He leaned on the counter again, watching as the trio hopped their bikes and sped off toward, he supposed, Mike’s house. What an idiot he had been to mention Alien. After all they been through. After all they had seen. After everyone who had died. How could he have forgotten, even for a moment, Barb, Bob, and the Chief? There were more of course, many more in the most recent encounter. Damn Flayer. Stupid Russians. But that was over too, he supposed…until the next time. Until then, it’s still his job to watch after those kids and tell customers of the evils of Disney’s Oliver and Company.