This is gonna be a one-off Stiles POV chapter because this episode was mainly from his POV from within the train station. It's also a little longer than usual, so enjoy haha

Also, I realised I messed up the timeline a little when I had Riley look for Peter last season. So, yes, he did escape the night of the lockdown, but he wasn't taken straight away like he was in the show. Sorry if this causes any confusion haha

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✧*:･ﾟStiles･ﾟ:*✧

The train station was quiet, everyone sitting in their seats staring straight ahead at nothing in particular. I felt like I was waking up or something as I began to look around.

I immediately knew I didn't recognise this place. Sure, I had been to a train station before, but never this one.

Shifting in my seat, I tried to get a better look. There were so many people in here and all of them looked practically catatonic. No one moved, even when I looked at them.

I was seated on the end of one of the benches with three other people. Feeling something in one of my hands, I looked down and saw that I was still holding the keys to my Jeep. I glanced at my empty hand, feeling cold.

My free hand reached up, wiping away her tears.

"Remember that night when we almost kissed for the first time? You told me you wanted the boombox next time? You need to remember me, because I owe you one boombox. I want to give you that. I want to give you the world."

"I love you," she said, her hands clinging to mine. The look on her face was destroying me, but I couldn't risk them taking her too. "I'll remember you. I will. I promise."

"I love you so much," I told her trying my best not to make this harder on her. "Completely, totally, desperately."

I needed to get back to her. To all of them. I had to.

Turning to the doctor sitting beside me, I got her attention. "Excuse me," I whispered. "Sorry, where are we?"

"We're at the train station," The woman informed me, giving me a look to say it was obvious.

"Right. Okay. Helpful. Which train station exactly?"

The doctor looked over to the wall where the arrivals and departures boards were, "Train station Number 137."

Her answers didn't make me feel any less confused about this situation. I had no idea what was going on, and she was less than helpful.

Aiming for a different line of questioning, hoping to get something out of this conversation.
"Did you see me coming in?"

"No," the woman answered, shaking her head.

"How long have you been here?"

"Maybe an hour?"

"We got here at the same time," the man sitting beside her said as he read his paper. "It's been at least six hours."

"Six hours?" I asked, mouth falling agape slightly. I turned back to the doctor, "Where are you goin'?"

The man and I looked at her. She went to answer, but the words never made it past her lips. She began to search her pockets, glancing at me, "I had a ticket with me somewhere. Um. . ."

"You always travel in your work clothes?"

She stopped searching to look at her outfit. She was in her scrubs, white coat, and still had a stethoscope around her neck.
"I must have been in a rush."

Finally accepting this wasn't going anywhere, I got up from my seat and sped over to the ticket booth. I was hoping someone I could get some answers from, but the booth was empty.

A sign hung in the window that claimed the attendant would be back in five minutes, but the layer of dust I lifted off with my finger said otherwise.

Where the hell was I?

"Do you know if anyone works here?" I asked the person sitting closest to me.

Before they had the chance - although I doubt they would have - an announcement came over the speakers. "The following stops have been cancelled, Hollatine, Batten, Bay Burry, Deer Ridge, Red Oak. . ."

As town names continued to be announced, dozens of people were getting up from their seats and beginning to head towards the tunnel in the station.

Leaving the booth, I tried to get the attention of anyone around me.
"Excuse me, where are those trains going?"

". . . Trenton, Anderson, King Springs," The announcer completed.

"Excuse me, do you know what train this is?"

Why was nobody answering me? How did I get here? Where is here?

I had too many questions and there was nobody here who seemed able to give me answers.

"Does anyone know where this train's going? Excuse me, do you know what train this is? Do you know where this train's going?"

They all stopped right at the entrance to the tunnel, staring into the darkness. I went to ask another question when the echo of a horse neighing came from the tunnel.

A gust of wind came from the tunnel, and part of me hoped it meant Riley was near, but I knew it wasn't true.

The sound of horses grew louder, and finally, people began to snap out of it, running from the tunnel. Everyone was yelling out of fear, trying to find somewhere to hide, but I found myself frozen in place.

The houses appeared with their riders, and I felt like a memory arose. The Wild Hunt. The Ghost Riders. They were the reason I was here.

The Ghost Rider threw someone down from its horse. A quick look and I saw it was a person. He was in a suit, and his hands and feet were tied.

A moment later, the ropes all disappeared in a puff of green smoke. "What the hell," I mumbled to myself.

As more Riders began to arrive, I finally started to move. One was headed straight towards me, and I definitely wasn't moving fast enough.

Its eyes were hollow, its face like nothing I had seen before. I looked around, trying to figure out where to go.

Out of nowhere, I felt someone's hands grab onto my shoulders, pulling me out of the path of the Ghost Rider and pushing me against a podium. Taking a breath, I came face-to-face with the person who had gotten me out of the way.

For some reason, it took me a moment, but then I realised. It was Peter Hale.

He seemed to be doing the same thing as he looked at me, the bitterness dripping from his voice as he said, "It had to be you."

The Ghost Riders left less than a minute later, riding out the way they had came in. People were still running around, but slowly beginning to calm down and return to their seats.

Peter let go of my shoulders, walking away from me after rolling his eyes. Taking a step away from the column, I followed after him, "Peter? Peter, what are you doing here? How are you here?"

The man stopped in front of his seat, "What do you mean how am I here? I'm here. You are here. We are all here. Now, get the hell away from me, Stiles."

I rolled my eyes as he took a seat. He hadn't changed much since we'd last seen him in Mexico, that was for sure. Looking across the station, I spotted the man who the Ghost Riders had dropped was patting down his suit and sitting down as if nothing had happened.

What was even weirder, was that Peter was acting as if none of it had happened.
"Hey, Peter. Peter. Peter!" I said, snapping my fingers in his face. When he finally looked at me, I raised my hands, "What are you doing?"

His brows came together in confusion, "I'm waiting for my train."

"Okay, did you not just see that?"

"See what?"

I felt myself blinking for a moment, feeling even more lost. "The horses," I said slowly. "The hogtied businessmen with the magically dissolving ropes?"

Peter looked at me as if I were insane, before just looking away from me completely.

"I'm sorry, did anyone just see that?" I shouted, my voice echoing through the station.

"Do you mind?" Peter asked. "You're blocking the board. I'd like a little warning before my train arrives."

I glanced at the board, and then back to Peter, "Okay. So you're waiting for a train. How did you get here?"

"Pretty sure I took a cab."

"Last time I saw you, you were being locked away in Eichen House," I informed him, trying to piece together his story.

My words seemed to awaken something in him, his eyes widening slightly. "I was in Eichen. Thanks to you."

"Memory's good," I nodded, hoping to brush over the whole 'my fault' thing. "Can you remember how you, uh, got out? They discharge you?"

"No, the power went out. And I ran like hell."

I thought back, realising he meant when we had saved Lydia and caused the brownout. We knew he had been gone because when Riley went searching for him, he wasn't there. And then she never really mentioned it again. Was it because the Ghost Riders had gotten to him first?

Seeing holes in his story, I let my face show my doubt. "That's it? You just ran?"

"Yes, that's it," he said incredulously. "I literally just ran away from the insane asylum that was holding me hostage!"

The man stood up, beginning to look around that station with a new outlook.

"Alright," I sighed, shaking my head as I sat where he previously had.

After doing a few 360s on the spot, Peter looked down at me. "How long have I been here?"

"The lockdown was three months ago," I informed him.

"I've been missing for three months and no one came for me?"

I wasn't going to mention that Riley had considered visiting him several times before he had been taken by the Ghost Riders.
"That's what the Ghost Riders do, they erase you."

"Ghost Riders?" he repeated. "Ghost Riders of the Wild Hunt?"

"Yeah, you know what I'm talking about?"

Peter took a seat across from me, sighing heavily. "Of course, I know what you're talking about. They ride the lightning. They are an unstoppable force of nature. But I promise you, they don't make pit-stops in train stations. I've escaped one prison only to land in another one. And this looks like the underground lair of a depressed bureaucrat."

I finally had someone in this place talking to me, I wasn't about to just sit by and let the Ghost Rider take everyone. "Come on, there's gotta be a way out of this place, right? Have you tried looking around? Have you talked to anyone who knows anything?"

"If this is the Wild Hunt, there is no escape. You and I are doomed to ride the storm forever."

"Yeah, we're not in a storm, we're in a train station. And we can get out of a train station."

"We can't get out of here, Stiles. Because this place isn't real."

"What are you talking about?"

Peter had the ghost of a grin on his face as he looked at me, "Beacon Hills doesn't have a train station."

It took me less than a second to realise he was right. But that didn't matter; I had to get out of here.

Gritting my teeth, I left him to sit on his own. If he wasn't going to look for a way out, then I would.

Heading to the doors, I tried to open them, but they were chained shut. Peter followed, much to my dismay, sitting by and watching me.

"What are you doing?" he asked as I pulled at the chain.

Letting go, I turned to him, "Little help, please?"

He was a werewolf, he could just break the chains like I'd seen Scott do on multiple occasions. I half-expected him to say no, but after a moment of consideration, he shrugged and stood up.

Walking over, he grabbed the chain yanking it downwards and breaking it with ease.

"Okay," I said as the man looked at me smugly.

I pushed open the door and ran through, finally one step closer to finding Riley. Coming out the other side, I looked around to realise that I was back in the train station again.

Peter and I made eye contact, both of us confused by this turn of events.

"What the hell?" I said, heading back over to the door by Peter. Without another word, I went through the door again, only to come out the same door as before.

Breathing heavily, I shook my head. I went back to the door again, moving faster this time. I slowed down for a second, rethinking for a moment.

"No, no, no, keep going," Peter mumbled.

This made me stop completing, glaring at the man. "I don't see you comin' up with anything."

The man turned to me, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Stiles. Left shoulder, against the pillar." My eyes drifted past him, only for him to get me to look at him. "Don't look. I said don't look. He's watching us."

At this point, I didn't care that he didn't want me to look. My eyes did exactly that. And it turned out, Peter was right. There was a young guy standing by the pillar watching us carefully.
"Yeah, so?"

"'So'? Every person in this station is either comatose or catatonic. He seems very interested in keeping an eye on us."

Not waiting around, I headed directly over to the boy. When he noticed me coming his way, he tried to walk around the pillar, as if I would notice. "Hey!" I called, moving to meet him on the other side. "Who are you?

When the boy came face-to-face with both me and Peter, he began to look concerned. I wonder how long he had been awake from the stupor everyone else seemed to be in?

"And why are you watching us?" Peter asked.

"You tried the doors," the boy chuckled. "Nobody ever tries the doors."

"Sounds like you have," I pointed out. "And you still didn't answer my question."

"Trent. I've tried all the ones that I could open. I've tried everything else," he informed us.

"Not everything," Peter countered. "You're still here."

"Yeah," I nodded, reluctantly agreeing with Peter. "It seems like you have got some kind of plan. So why don't you tell us about it?"

If he had a way out, I needed to know it. I had to get back to Beacon Hills.

The boy weighed his options as he looked at us before speaking, "I can tell you. Doesn't mean you can do it."

I laughed, thinking back to everything we had done over the years that I would have never thought we would do. I turned to Peter, still laughing lightly, "Oh, we, we can do it. He can, he can. . ."

"Well, it's right in front of your face," Trent shrugged, turning to the tunnel that the Ghost Riders had come through. "You didn't see it, did you?"

"I saw it," I responded, glad that I hadn't been the only one.

"Then why'd you waste so much time running through the doors? I'll tell you why. Because it's all part of the illusion. You're afraid. And they want you to be afraid."

Peter scowled at the insinuation, taking half a step towards the boy. "I'm not afraid."

He then turned and walked directly over to the tunnel. The boy and I shared a look, before following him over. The werewolf stopped right at the entrance, not saying a word.

"Can't do it, can you?" Trent said mockingly, before turning to me and reiterating, "He can't do it."

If this kid knew Peter as I did, he wouldn't be talking like that.

"We really should kill him," Peter told me.

Case in point.

"Or you can just walk through it," I suggested.

Peter's shoulders heaved as he sighed heavily, mumbling something in the direction of the tunnel.

I moved forward so that I was able to hear him better. "What did you say?"

"Push me!" he repeated angrily.

I was hesitant for a moment but knew it had to be done. Putting a hand on each of his shoulders, I shoved him forward.

Peter went stumbling into the dark, and we all waited for a moment, but nothing happened.

"Now you're getting it," the boy grinned, before walking in and past Peter.

"Stiles," the werewolf said from where he stood. "Stiles, let's go."

I tried to move, but I still felt nervous staring into the dark. Not bothering to wait for me, Peter came back over and grabbed me by my shirt, dragging me into the tunnel after him.

"We don't have time for this," he muttered. "You're the one who wanted to find a way out, remember?"

"Alright, I get it," I said, pushing his hand off of me.

The three of us walked along the tracks, the dark engulfing us. We walked for a while until we finally spotted a place we hadn't seen before.

The tunnel opened into what looked like another station. The biggest difference was, that this one was empty.

"Congratulations," Peter said sarcastically. "You found another part of the phantom train station."

"Is this the way out?" I asked, ignoring his comment.

"If it was, we would be leaving."

"You might want to stay off the tracks," Trent recommended. "'Cause that's the way in and out."

As if on cue, an echo of thunder rolled through the new station, followed by the weighing of horses.

Trent looked towards the sound, saying what we were all thinking. "They're coming."

All three of us climbed up off of the tracks and hid behind pillars, watching where the noise was coming from. There was a loud sound before The Ghost Riders began to appear.

It was as if they were coming out of nowhere, breaking through some sort of invisible barrier. Three of them burst into the station, before following the tracks to where we had come from.

Once they were completely gone, Peter turned to Trent looking rather pissed off. "That's the way out? How in the hell are we supposed to do that?"

"We jump," Trent answered.

"'Jump'?"

The boy nodded, "On the back of the Riders as they go through."

"Is that all?" Peter asked, his voice breaking somewhat.

"I've been timing it. Look, we can jump from here just before they go out."

"I think you're confusing your pronouns," Peter corrected. "We aren't going to do anything. But you should absolutely give that a shot."

"Do you not want to get out of here?"

"We want to get out alive, okay?" I clarified. "How do you know this works? Seems like a lot could go wrong."

Yes, I wanted to get home to Riley, but I wasn't going to get there if I was dead.

"Look, I can't stay here. I'm losing my mind in this place," Trent told us.

"I think you have an excellent grasp of the situation," Peter said, not exactly defusing the boy. "I say go for it."

"Peter," I said, preparing to tell him to stop.

Before I got the chance, though, the sound of the Ghost Riders caught our attention. We all moved to hide behind the pillars again, peeking out to see if they were there yet.

I noticed Trent was stepping towards the edge of the platform, mumbling things to himself. Grabbing Peter's arm, I got him to look at me. "No, we can't let him do this, right?"

Peter gave me the most sincere look I'd ever seen on his face as he pointed out to me, "What if he's right?"

I thought there was a chance also, but we had no proof. Looking over to Trent, I spoke directly to him in hopes of changing his mind.
"Hey, look, there's gotta be another way out of this place."

"But there isn't," the boy shouted back. "I've been looking for months. Are you comin' or not?"

"It's all you," Peter said without hesitation.

The Ghost Riders exited the tunnel heading towards their exit. Seeing Trent ready himself, I went to go and stop him.

Before I even took two steps, Peter grabbed my sleeve and pulled me back. "Let him try."

Trent ran along the platform, timing his jump, and making it on to the last Ghost Rider's horse. I felt my heart in my throat as I watched, praying that he made it and that this was the way out.

The Ghost Rider tried to shake him off, but Trent held on tight. The first few Ghost Riders went exited in a burst of green smoke, and then the third that Trent had jumped onto.

Just at the Ghost Rider left, Trent was thrown back harshly. The boy hit the ground hard, screaming as he did so. He began writhing on the ground as a green mist covered his body.

I felt sick watching him scream. His body seemed to be breaking down in the mist, revealing his skeleton, before he turned to dust completely.

"Oof," Peter said from beside me. "Somehow, I don't think that went the way he was hoping."

I climbed down from the platform, heading over to where his body had been.

"Stiles, he's dead," Peter said to me, confusion clear in his voice. "You see his face? Trust me, he's gone."

"You knew he'd die," I said just loud enough that I knew he'd hear me.

"I didn't know," he corrected. "I mean, I assumed."

"Yeah, but you could have warned him."

Peter threw his hands out, "He was gonna do it anyway. Now, we know."

"Know what?" I asked, getting pretty sick of the werewolf.

"That we're stuck," he stated, jumping down on the tracks with me and beginning to walk my way. "It's over. We are trapped because that was our only way out."

It couldn't be. There had to be another way out. Trent was so certain that it was an illusion and that there would be a way to leave this place.

I couldn't give up. I had a girl I loved back in Beacon Hills who promised to remember me, and I wasn't about to give up on her.

"Or that's just what they want us to believe," I countered.

"What? What is it with you teenagers?" he asked in frustration, raising his hands. "You think that you're so special? You think the rules don't reply to you? Do you get it? We are dead and buried."

My face fell as I listened to his words, not knowing how to reply. This wasn't the Peter I had known. That Peter didn't give up this easily.

Reaching over, Peter removed my wallet from my pocket. He then opened it, pulling out some of my cash. "Money? It's worthless," he said as he let it fall to the ground. "Driver's license? Credit cards?"

"Give me my dam wallet back," I said angrily, trying to take it back.

"It's all meaningless." He then snatched my keys right out of my hands, "Keys?"

"Give me my keys," I demanded.

He smirked, before throwing them onto the platform.
"What, did you think you were gonna drive us out of here? Is that what you thought? Do you get it? We don't exist. And we are already forgotten. It's meaningless."

"What about Riley?" I asked, not backing down. "Is she meaningless? Malia? What about your daughters?"

Peter went to say something, but stopped, shifting his jaw. I'd hit a nerve, that was for sure.
"Your relationship with my daughter is meaningless as well, because you know what? She doesn't remember you," he said, glazing over how this was about his relationship with them.

Clenching my jaw, I shook my head. "No. You know, I know my friends are going to remember me, and they're going to find me. Riley will find me. But you? Who's going to look for you?" I asked, letting my head fall to the side.

"That doesn't matter to me."

"It should," I told him, knowing that he was lying. "Because she did look for you - Riley. When you were in Eichen, she went to visit you, but you were gone when she got there."

The reaction he gave was exactly what I had wanted. Maybe if he knew there were people who wanted to see him, he would actually try.

"You think I care?" he muttered, shifting back to his sarcastic smirk.

"Yeah" I nodded, pursing my lips. "Yeah, I think you do. Because Riley told me what you did when she was younger - when you met her for the first time. When you found out you had a daughter."

His expression shifted for half a second, looking like he wanted to kill me, before back to his smirk.
"What part of this aren't you understanding? It doesn't matter. There's no way out and you're never going to see her again because she has forgotten you. Don't you get it? We are gone."

As he turned to leave, I tried to take one more shot at the werewolf. "She deserves someone who will fight for her."

Peter slowed to a stop, looking over his shoulder at me. "And you think that's you?" He scoffed. "She'd be better off without either of us," he muttered.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about," I bit, my anger getting the better of me.

Peter's smirk deepened as he realised that he had the upper hand. "Let me know when my dear daughter finds a way to get us out of here."

I took a shaky breath as I watched him go, tears biting the backs of my eyes. I just wanted to see her again; I felt like there was a void without her.

Peter was wrong, our relationship wasn't meaningless. We loved each other, and she promised she would remember me.

Riley would find me. I knew she would.