Notes:
Yo yo!
I'm back; I have all but recovered. I just have trouble eating. But I lost 25 pounds in 3 weeks which is amazing. I have never lost that much weight before, so it's cool. I am worried because I know I'm not eating enough. I ate practically nothing two days this week, and I feel like I'm fucking up, but it hurts, so I am trying.
Anyway, the little menace that is Loki is so annoying. It bites the shit out of me and chews up my things. I'm not happy with the little dog. But my mom is in love, so there is not much I can do.
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Stiles POV:
Once I wake up, I look around the room once again. It's still full of old-timey stuff, but I sit at the desk and look at the computer. I focus on the screen of Damon and my dad. I hesitantly pick up a post-it note and write: We are escaping in tiny letters. I place it on the screen, but nothing happens.
I sit back and stare at the post-it note, and then I get the feeling to do something. I push my finger to the note and press hard, and it feels like I'm pushing against a rubber wall, and with enough force, it pops through.
And for the first time, a note goes through another monitor, other than the one that showed Peter.
It sticks itself to Damon's back, funnily enough.
They don't notice it at first. It takes 5 minutes before my dad pulls it off his back and freaks out as he recognizes my handwriting. And they spend time looking for me but realize I'm not there quickly enough. I tried sending another note, but it seemed harder to send messages in the wild Hunt rather than to the outside, maybe because the wild Hunt had more influence here.
I sit back and tap the desk.
Now what?
Now that I can somewhat pass notes around, how do I get myself and everyone from Beacon Hills back? Hmm. Since I know that I can make a connection with the outside world and the ghost riders do go back and forth between this space and the real world, I know that there is a passage, and I just need to figure out how to open that passage from the outside.
Just how the hell am I supposed to figure that out?
A week later...
Peter POV:
After the phone call with the girl, Haley, on my phone, I started to pack up the apartment. There wasn't much that needed to be done because, as I have noticed, a lot of the stuff in the apartment is still tucked away in boxes from when I moved into it. It's like I knew I was never going to stay long enough, but I don't know why I knew that because I don't remember anything. My memory is a weird thing at the moment. It's like I have a memory of moving here, and I have memories of Mystic Falls and Beacon Hills, but there are just foggy bits that seem to not make sense. Like why I would involve myself in the ritual for Klaus or why I was so angry with Damon. Even the memory of when I escaped Eichen's house. I can't remember it very well. And it's only particular memories that are foggy. Not all of my memory.
It's weird.
And in my head, I know it's because I have forgotten someone.
Someone who was there during all those times, but it's so weird that I can't even fathom what this person looks like or what they sound like. I couldn't even guess their age or the color of their hair. Even looking through their clothes when I was packing up the boxes, it didn't seem familiar in any way. It's like something just cut this person out of my mind.
And it also didn't feel good that everyone else around me could remember this person except me.
I wondered what was so different about me and how it affected me so differently. But I didn't know the answer to that; I just had to be frustrated with no memory.
Either way, I was promised by multiple people that I don't know very well, or at least I should know very well, but I don't remember; they told me that once they fix the problem, I should remember everything.
So since my memory will eventually come back, unless who's ever fixing the problem fails horribly. I should at least live my life how I was supposed to or at least what I had previously planned to do, which is why I packed my apartment up and started to head to New Orleans.
Now, packing it up wasn't as simple as it seemed. Because apparently, it's really freaking hard to drag a crime board outside of a door that was too big to fit through and then down a flight of stairs. It was also a hassle to put it in the truck with all the other boxes. I also got weird looks because, on the crime board, it said werewolves in held pictures of people who died by obvious werewolf attacks, but to normal people, this looks really fucking weird. And I got quite a few glances, and that was annoying.
The other annoying thing was the blue Jeep.
A blue Jeep that I actually recognized, after getting my memories back with the help of Klaus, the memories of Claudia, an ex that I now remember. It was her blue Jeep; I remember when she bought it. But I don't remember why I have it. I almost didn't ship it to New Orleans because I didn't think it was mine.
But then I recognized it to be Claudia's, and I thought it was weird that it was here when she was dead, so I assumed it was mine and had it towed. Hopefully, it is mine.
I could call and ask if it belongs to me or whoever the other person is, but I've already shipped it, so if it's not mine, oops, it sucks to be the person who lost their car.
At this point, I couldn't care less.
After all of that was done, it ended up taking a total of four days before I hit the road.
And I felt like maybe a road trip was all I really needed. The memory loss and the confusion were making my brain hurt day in and day out. But just mindlessly driving down a long stretch of road for hours on end was exactly what I needed to not think about all of the bullshit that happened recently, and it was so nice. The first two days, I drove straight for about 20 hours before I even thought to stop. I was tired, but it was so nice just having a blank mind that I didn't want to stop even if I was tired.
The only reason I did stop was that if I did crash, I would cry because of my car.
So I did stop, and I took a break in the hotel. However, at the second stop along my journey, I wasn't so lucky. At the first stop, I found a hotel where it was nice and clean and the smell wasn't horrible. At the second stop, when I took a break, there was only a motel, and it was clean looking, but I did not smell clean at all. I smelt things I wouldn't even want to start visualizing because I will puke. However, unfortunately, it was the only motel I could find on my phone in the area, and I was tired.
Eventually, I took a shower, put my stuff down and laid on top of the sheets, and tried to just take a quick nap. I didn't think I was ever going to fall asleep, but I assumed that even just closing my eyes for a few hours would help.
But I must've been more tired than I thought I was because I quickly fell asleep soon after closing my eyes.
In my sleep, I had a nice dream; at first, I was running around in the forest in Beacon Hills, but it was like from when I was younger.
My family was there.
My chest didn't hurt so much as my pack was all around me. I felt so happy and free and comforted.
It was such a nice dream.
But then, as I was running through the forest, I noticed this weird light in the distance.
Curiously I walk towards it, and it's almost like this spinning green circle of light.
In my head, knowing it was a dream, I just kept walking, and I stood right in front of it, but it didn't do anything other than just spin in circles, so I hesitantly touched it, and that's when things went wrong, or rather weird I should say.
Touching the green circle woke me up from my dream, or at least I was back in the motel, sitting up in the bed, covered in a cold sweat.
And in front of me was the glowing green circle. Except it was slowly opening. Where it was originally just a glowing green vortex, a little black hole from the middle started to grow bigger and bigger, opening what I assumed it was a portal just by the looks of it. But what was even weirder was inside the portal I could see something.
Originally it was just darkness, and then slowly, it started to get brighter and brighter, but not like sunlight, more like the glow of a monitor. And inside the vortex, I slowly came closer and closer to someone sitting in front of a computer screen.
On the computer screen, it looked like it was video security footage of random places I'd never seen before. And the person sitting in front of the computer was a younger man with brown hair and a plaid shirt on. He was tapping his hand on the desk as if he was agitated or thinking too hard.
And during this time, I still felt like I was in a dream because how could this be real?
So I reached forward again into the portal, and my hand went through, and I just lightly grabbed the shoulder of the man sitting there; the man spooks jumping from his chair and knocking it on the floor.
He turns around, frightened for a split second, and then shocked as he looks me in the eye.
And it's at that moment I remember everything.
The first word that comes out of my lips was his name, "Stiles!"
I yelled as I went to reach for him again, but it was like I was pushed back by a force that I couldn't see, and by the time I open my eyes and looked ahead of me again, the portal was closed, and Stiles was gone.
What. The. Fuck?
Stiles POV:
"Peter?!" I yelled as I saw him getting knocked backward.
But when I went to reach for him, the green portal closed in front of my eyes.
What the fuck was that? How the hell did that happen?
Peter touched me.
He touched my shoulder.
He created a passage between the real world in this pocket dimension or whatever the fuck it is.
How the hell did he do that?
Wasting no time, I quickly pick up the chair and start scribbling on a Post-It note.
Peter was the only person I could still send Post-it notes to with no trouble. And he called my name out. He called me by name, a name he couldn't remember for weeks. But suddenly, a green portal opens up, and he touches my shoulder, and he remembers everything.
Or at least I assume so.
I need to know what happened.
So I asked in lieu of a Post-It note.
The Post-it note read,
"Peter, what was happening, or what were you thinking of right before this happened? Just talking to the sky, I can hear you; it's really important that you tell me ~ Stiles."
And this time, I signed it with my name.
Almost as soon as I finished writing the Post-it note, I stuck it to the screen, and it disappeared, and I saw it slowly floating down toward Peter.
It landed on the bed in front of him, and he looked confused but quickly grabbed the Post-it note reading it. He looked up into the air almost as if he was looking directly at me. It's like he could see the supernatural camera and was talking directly to me.
And he only said one word, "Pack."
But then he elaborated,
"I was thinking about my pack. When I was younger, I dreamed about it. And in the dream, that portal appeared, and I touched it, and it took me to you. My pack." Peter explained.
I was touched even though the feeling was mutual. We were really a pack at this point. But that meant he was subconsciously thinking about me, but his brain didn't remember me, so it brought him back to his past when he had a pack. But does that mean Peter was longing for his pack or looking for his pack, and it eventually led him to me, which makes sense.
What if the portals open when you really think about the person you're missing? Since memories are the things that are being controlled and messed with, what if the key to opening the wild Hunt and releasing everything that it captured is the memories of the people that it stole.
So all we have to do is make everyone remember.
Of course, that's easier said than done, but it is a starting point. Right?
Wasting no time, I grabbed the Post-it note, and I wrote,
"Lydia, you have to make people remember. The key to getting everyone back is remembering. This is a hypothesis, but I believe if you remember someone strongly enough or long for someone strongly enough, you can open up a portal between our world and the wild Hunt. And all we need is one portal. I'll let Damon and my dad know; all you have to do is open a portal. I'll rally together everyone on this side to get ready to go through it." I sent the note almost immediately after I was done writing it.
Unfortunately, Lydia was sleeping, and she would have to see it when she woke up, but it was fine. I still had to send more notes out.
I sent another one to my dad and Damen, which read
"If you see a glowing green portal, get everyone there to run through it. Make sure that everyone in that train station, including you, gets in that portal. It will take you home. You'll most likely see Lydia; that's the signal to get out. Look out for it. "
After reading that note, I sent it through, and this time it's stuck to Bonnie's back.
It took 10 minutes before they found it, but they gave me a thumbs up meaning they got the message and they were waiting.
All that was left was for Lydia to convince someone to remember us.
Lydia POV:
I woke up to find a note, and I talked to the sky with my own questions.
"Well, why didn't you when I remembered you did a portal not open? And why don't I get Rei to remember you? Is it because I'm a banshee? And if not you, who should I choose to remember?"
Stiles answered most questions and said I should choose the Sheriff as most people in Beacon County know who he is. And he said that it would be bad to remember him as he was alone at the moment.
"But hypothetically, let's say this works, and I don't doubt you, but what happens with you? You said it yourself; you are not with anyone; how do you escape?" I asked.
But a note just fluttered down saying,
"Don't worry; I got it." with no other explanation.
...As much as that answer didn't satisfy me, I got to work, and I made plans to have Rei remember Stiles as a backup plan. Rei has been staying with me since I took him home from Kira's house; once he got his hands on his luggage, he believed that I was telling the truth and stayed near me to try and get his memory back, but he also hung out at Kira's. Well, I assume as every now and then he'd come home and have leftovers which he offered to me, and it seemed more like home-cooked food than takeout.
I got to work pretty quickly once I informed Rei of the plan.
Rei wasn't sure how I was going to convince a whole town that doesn't believe in the supernatural that a green portal sucked up their loved ones who the subsequently forgotten about, and all they needed to do was remember them to bring them back. And from that perspective, it did seem impossible. However, there were a few abnormalities from the ghost hunt that I was going to rely on rather than just a random citizen.
Stiles's mother was one of them. An entity that was born to fill in the memory of the Sheriff because his absence was too great. A role that the wild Hunt couldn't completely hide. A person who, as Stiles said, was too well known and too important that taking him caused the Hunt to create a new entity to replace him. It was an oddity and something I would use to my advantage.
"Rei?" I called out into my house as I left my room. It was rather early, and he should still be here.
"What?" He said from my couch, with his feet up on the ottoman and eating spicy chips.
"I need some help. I think Stiles's idea of making people remember the Sheriff is a good one, but I think we should go see the current Sheriff." I said, pulling on my sneakers.
"Why go to the current sheriff?" He asks, not understanding my line of thought yet.
"Okay, so you won't know this since you still don't remember, but Stiles' dad was the Sheriff. Right now, the Sheriff is Stiles's mom, Claudia, but without the wild hunts' interference, she's dead. So the only abnormality is her. The loss of the Sheriff was too great that they needed a replacement because otherwise, people would have noticed their missing memory. So if we get the new Sheriff to either remember what's happening or we get her to disappear, I bet it would trigger the return of a lot of memories and probably enough to open a portal or maybe even several." I said, explaining my thought process.
"Hmmm, that actually seems plausible. Okay, but what do you need my help for? I don't remember anything anyway." Rei asks.
"Well, for two reasons. I need you to remember Stiles so we can get him out of the wild Hunt too, but more so because, according to Stiles, his mom is a werewolf, and backup in that regard would be appreciated." I said.
"Oh...yeah, sure," Rei said, standing and using glops of water that appeared from nowhere to clean off his dusty fingertips.
"Okay, where to?" Rei asks as if that were normal.
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Notes:
Oooooooo, Peter was the key. I thought of this cute little scene a while ago and was waiting to post it.
In my mind, I'm trying to express how important the pack bond is; Peter and Stiles unconsciously built a very strong one, and when Peter forgot the chest pain and the annoyance and confusion he was feeling, his body was trying to tell him something was wrong. But his eventual longing to have a pack is what made him remember that he had one, which made the green rift. And eventually led to Stiles.
Thanks for the long wait, I am working on chapters, but the hospital, the surgery, and the new dog have been eating away all my free time. I also moved and spent most of this week building furniture with my dad, so I was preoccupied. Also, my dad hooked me up with free unlimited tv shows, but I'm pretty sure he pirated them all, but who cares free shows! :)