Disclamer: I do not own Star Trek or Ghost Rider. Wish I did, but that's not how things turned out.

This story was inspired by an idea that my dear brother gave me. If you're reading this bro, I hope you enjoy it. Because it took a lot of work.

Prologue:

Johnny Blaze was trying to die. He knew that with the power of the ghost rider, he could cheat death as many times as he wanted. But he didn't want to cheat death any longer - he wanted to die.

Roxanne was dead, she'd died in a car accident (no doubt the Devil had a hand in that). Now nothing in life was as beautiful as it had once been. Food tasted bland, being a superhero (of sorts) did not sooth his growing anger - and even motorcycles didn't appeal to him.

That was why he tried to die. But the Ghost Rider wouldn't let him, the contract wouldn't let him, and the Devil wouldn't let him do it either. Nothing could give him the satisfaction of death. So he decided on the next best solution, cryogenic stasis.

Maybe, this way, he would find at least be forgotten about. Besides, this way he was still filling out the contract with the Devil - he wasn't dying, just sleeping. For a really, really long time. And he could be called out of that sleep to do you-know-who's dirty work.

That was why, this day, he signed the paperwork that allowed him to be frozen. In a pair of boxers, he climbed into a cryogenic pod. The cold metal made his skin prickle. It was a welcome respite from the constant heat he felt as the Ghost Rider.

"You're sure you want to do this?" someone named Allegra Scott asked. She had red flowing hair that framed her face beautifully. "You can still walk out the door now, if you want."

"Darln'," Johnny said, in a soft tone. "I need to do this. More you than you'll ever know."

"If you're sure." He nodded, and gave her a little smile. She was the employee who had been assigned to him, the one who explained about Cryogenic Stasis and what not. She didn't know he was the Ghost Rider, but she did know the woman he loved had died. "See you in a hundred years. Maybe." She gave him a sad smile back.

"Maybe." He said, closing his eyes. He was ready for a nice, long nap. Or would it be sleep? "I'll buy you a drink next time we meet."

"You've got a deal." She said, and he heard her sigh. Opening one of his eyes half-way, he watched as she closed the casing to the cryogenic case. Through it, she peeked in at him once more. She stared at him for a moment, before giving him a little wave and then typed in something on a control panel. "Sweet dreams, Jonathon."

He gave a little wink, and closed his eyes fully again. Around him, the cold began to increase. Slowly, he started to get sleepy, and his eyelids started feeling heavy. Taking in a trembling breath, he wondered if this was really happening. He would be getting a welcome respite from his double life. For many years to come, there would be no Ghost Rider, no Devil, no bad guys….and no dead Roxanne.

With Cryogenic Stasis, they could induce dreams. So he asked them to induce one about his dead fiance, Roxanne. They complied, and when he finally fell asleep, he found himself in a world where he had taken Roxanne with him. He had gone to the tree, and taken her with him to run away.

Only this time, he wasn't a monster.