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.
EDIT: PLEASE REREAD THIS CHAPTER...I REWROTE IT CAUSE EGH IT WAS SO BAD BEFORE. Im working on the next one, but not tonight. Probably sometime tomorrow! THANKS!
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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'm forgetting 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. My hand felt singed as if it was burnt, but I saw no scar, and the act of 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 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. 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 spooked, 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, desperate now that my memory had come back.
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 closed and vanished and took Stiles with it.
What. The. Fuck?
Stiles POV:
"Peter?!" I yelled as I saw him getting knocked backward.
But when I went to reach for him, to grab his outstretched hand, the green portal closed in front of my eyes.
What the hell 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?
But that wasn't even the most of it. He called me by my name...my name! The name and my existence that he had forgotten about.
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.
The fact that suddenly, a green portal opens up, and he touches my shoulder, and he remembers everything was monumental in solving everything and getting rid of the Wild Hunt; I needed to speak with Peter ASAP. I need to know what happened before this event took place. 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 talk to the sky; I can hear you; it's really important that you tell me." Signed Stiles.
And this time, I signed it with my name since it should mean something now.
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. About when I was younger. I dreamed about running in the woods with my pack, and it felt nice and if felt less confusing, but it still felt off. That's when the portal appeared in the dream; I was curious about it and touched it; it burned, almost like it scorched my hand, but then I woke up, and you appeared in the view, and when I reached out again, I touched you. I think the portal connected me to what I was dreaming about. My pack is was kept me grounded and stable and in control, but I have been feeling anything but these past few weeks; it was like I'd just woken up from the coma again, but in my dream, I felt at ease remembering my pack, what I was missing. And I think that longing of Pack brought you to me, as you are my pack now." Peter explained.
I was touched even though the feeling was mutual. It was true we were each other's pack at this point with all the shit we'd been through since leaving Beacon Hills together. And maybe because he is a werewolf and how crucial it is in control that one needs an anchor; that my disappearance from his memories affected him so greatly, but also the fact that him being a werewolf helped him reach out to me because while the Wild Hunt could erase memories it couldn't erase a werewolf's instinct for a pack.
So maybe since his subconscious was longing for stability from a pack and an anchor that he abruptly lost, it helped him remember 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?
And if this theory is all true in accordance with what I'm thinking, then 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.
Lydia POV:
The phone rang once. I ignored it, choosing sleep over whoever thought it was a bright idea to call me so early in the goddamn morning. I let it ring until it stopped, then settled into a peaceful sleep again. Until the phone started ringing loudly again. I groaned and hid my head under the covers in a futile attempt to ignore it once more. But as the phone continued to ring out, I sighed and grabbed it. I slid the touch screen answer button and plopped the phone on top of my ear, letting it go and letting gravity hold it there as my hand was tired.
"What?" I all but growled into the phone in an angry, tired voice.
"Uhhh, It's Peter..." Peter's voice filtered through the speakerphone.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. I looked at the flashing red lights of my alarm clock, telling me it was five minutes shy of three o'clock in the morning.
"Peter is three...please hope that this is important because I have been up all day and most of the night reading that stupid book that is impossible to understand so that I can help get our friends that you don't even remember to exist back home to us. Since everyone but myself has a stupid gap in their memory, I am alone in this stupid quest, and I do not need to be wakened up in the middle of the night for no reason." I threatened over the phone.
"It is for a good reason, Lydia. Also, sorry, I thought it was later. Anyway, I remember! I remember Stiles. I remember about Klaus and you and his Kitsune teacher and even about Hayley and moving. All my memories came back!" Peter said excitedly over the phone.
As tired as I was, that was really important information. I sighed and sat up, flicking my bedside lamp on. I pushed my hair up and out of my face and tried to wake myself up.
"Are you serious?" I asked as what he said finally kicked into my sleep-deprived brain.
"Yeah, I remembered everything," Peter said through the phone speaker, but he sounded as if he was smiling.
"Sooo...did you figure out how that happened? Have you told Stiles? Remember, he can see you. Is it because you are far enough away from Beacon Hills? Cause remember Klaus was far away and remembers just fine. So is it the same for you? Or has something monumental happened in the three hours I have been sleeping that I don't know about?" I asked rapid-fire questions as all the possibilities swirled in my head.
"Woah, hold on. Let me just say it's definitely not about distance. And I think what triggered my memory to return was more of my werewolf nature than anything else. I had no memory of Stiles, and it affected me in ways that weren't just gaps in memory but also slipping out of control. As you know, werewolves have anchors; without them, we go almost feral and crazy. I think with the abrupt disappearance of my memories, my animal instinct was searching for control again, which led me to dream about a time I was in control." Peter explained slowly over the phone.
"Wait, Stiles is your anchor?" I asked, confused.
"Not the point of what I was getting at Lydia. But no, it's not just Stiles that's my grounding point, but having a pack. Which is why the dream was of my past, back before the fire. In the dream, I noticed a swirling portal, and when I touched it, I woke up and saw Stiles. I touched him. But the portal closed before I could reach out again. But the moment I saw him, I remembered everything. And it's real because I have my memories back, and my hand still burns from when I touched the portal in my dream." Peter says, stressing his words.
"What we need to figure out is how to open the portal again, right? Because you said you could pass through it since you touched Stiles inside, doesn't that mean we can just get everyone out if we open the portal?" I asked him.
"I mean, I only saw Stiles when I looked in, but Stiles isn't the only forgotten person; we just need to remember some of the others to open the portal and have everyone escape together," Peter said.
"It would take some planning, but we have Stiles on the inside, and he can relay information through the post-it notes, so this is doable, no?" I asked, running it by Peter even though the plan sounded plausible finally.
"Yeah, I mean, it sounds about right, but I don't know how you'd get ordinary people to remember their forgotten friends and family. I mean, you saw how strong this power is, I wasn't even remotely in the area, but I could barely remember anything about anyone. You are probably better off getting the supernatural to remember those forgotten. The only thing I could think of is that my supernatural side combated against the strength of the Wild Hunt. So maybe get Scott or any of his pack to remember, as it may be easier. Also, you have Stiles' teacher, right? He may be able to remember Stiles with a little nudging." Peter spitballed ideas as I took out my computer, putting together a plan.
"Okay, I'll gather everyone later and see what I can do and see who to remember," I said, typing as my head swirled with ideas.
"Yeah, that's good. Hmm, this seems like a decent plan." Peter muttered on the other end of the phone as he yawned.
I was no longer tired, I could use a few cups of coffee, though, but I was no longer sleepy. I was energized that finally, we could get all this shit over with and then once and for all leave Beacon Hills for a good long while. I smiled, thinking this was going well. Then I frowned and looked at the phone that was silent as I thought about something before asking Peter.
"Hey, Peter?" I ask.
"Yeah?" He responded tiredly.
"Do you remember Stiles' mom? You knew her, right?" I asked as I remember the conversation we had with Stiles' mom when we first came here.
"Yeah...I know her...about that. Apparently, I knew her more than I remembered. Remember how I lost my memories with Malia, the same thing happened there." Peter said as if he didn't really want to talk about it
"Yeah, we heard about it. From Stiles' mom." I said.
"Wait, what? She died...huh?" Peter asked.
"Well...kinda...she was brought back through the Wild Hunt. I guess her existence is the weirdest thing happening."
"Maybe that's the key, though...she was brought back to life or is a fake copy or whatever, but why? Why was she needed?" Peter asked.
"Well, the sheriff disappeared, and she replaced his position," I said, trying to see what Peter was getting at.
"Well, there you go. The sheriff is someone if forgotten, would be someone easily missed. So try to get people to remember the sheriff. Pick supernatural people to remember, and when the portal appears, make sure everyone runs out. For Stiles, have Rei remember him, or I can try again." Peter suggests.
"That sounds like it can actually work. And with Stiles, this will all work out easier." I said, thinking about how we can rally up everyone in the Wild Hunt to follow the sheriff out of the portal.
"Okay, I'm gonna try to sleep some more but call me if you need me. I'll keep heading to New Orleans, and hopefully, all goes well, and I'll see you here when that's all cleared up." Peter said, yawning again.
"Yeah, good night. Thanks, Peter. With all this, everything looks to be moving again." I said as we hung up, and I continued to type out my plan for the next few days.
I looked up to the sky and called out, "Stiles, you hear that?" I asked to an empty room.
All the response I got was a post-it note floating down from the sky.
It read: "Good plan; I'll network on my end. Let's destroy this Wild Hunt once and for all."
"Yes, let's," I spoke to my empty room as I smirked and stood up, walking to the shower to get ready for the day as it was now five o'clock.
Two Hours Later...
I smiled at mom as she left the house to go to work, grabbed two cups of coffee, and settled in the living room where Rei was waiting since I said I needed to speak to him. He was sitting in the recliner with his feet up, eating a bag of hot Cheetos, looking bored.
I don't understand why he was eating chips at eight o'clock in the morning, but to each weird supernatural creature, their own, I guess.
I set the coffee down in front of him while I then sat on the adjacent couch, sipping the hot mug I held in my interlaced fingers. I took a few sips to wake my brain then I got down to it. My laptop was next to me, and I opened it and tilted it in his direction.
Rei sealed the bag of chips with steamed water that he created from somewhere and cleaned his fingers as water balls formed on each fingertip whisking away all the Cheeto dust as they left his fingertips. After that, he sat up and took a small sip of the coffee before looking at the laptop, skimming what was written down.
I chose to explain rather than just let him read everything.
"So I came up with a plan. Peter helped, but since you don't remember him, let's just say I figured this all out this morning." I said in lieu of starting this conversation.
"Peter remembered Stiles by realizing he was missing memories, and his werewolf side tried to fill the gap, which eventually led him to remember. However, he not only remembered but saw and touched Stiles. He created a portal into the Wild Hunt by remembering that he was missing something. So the plan is to have as many people remember the sheriff so that was can create a portal in which everyone can just rush out of, and then we'll have you remember Stiles for the same purpose. After that, we still have to deal with the Ghost Riders, but having everyone back with all their memories is a start. After that, with Stiles, we can see about defeating the Wild Hunt itself." I explained as that was the only problem I could see that would be left after retrieving everyone.
"Okay, I'm following. But why the sheriff?" Rei asked, not following that train of thought.
"Well, I don't know everyone who went missing, but everyone knows who the sheriff is. And according to Stiles, the sheriff is with everyone else who was captured, so once we create a portal, we just need to push everyone else through it once it's been opened. You only need to remember Stiles separately because he's separated from everyone else, and he needs a way out too." I explained.
"Hmmm, okay. So what are we doing today?" Rei asks, taking another sip of coffee.
"Well, first, I need to see Stiles' mother, the current sheriff. She was created in the absence of Stiles' dad disappearing. So we need to see if we can make her remember that she died or find maybe one of her deputies and make them remember the sheriff. If that doesn't work, then we can try Scott and Melissa, his mom, to see if they can remember. I need you with me for backup. Stiles' mom is a werewolf, and just in case I rub her the wrong way, I need insurance." I said, pointing to Rei.
Rei seemed to contemplate if he wanted to but sighed and sipped his coffee, nodding his head yes.
I smiled, placed my coffee down, and hopped to my room to get changed into a decent pair of shoes and grab everything I needed.
After ten minutes of getting ready, we locked the door and stepped outside.
Rei was in front; he turned to look at me and asked,
"Okay, where to?"
"The sheriff station," I said, suddenly feeling weird as I felt dizzy and my vision blurred.
I was about to scream, but my voice was lost as I disappeared from the front of my house in an explosion of mist.
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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! :)