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CHAPTER NINE ━━ radio silence

A red headed tribrid entered through the glass doors of the train station. Ophelia furrowed her brows looking around the room in confusion, another vision or dream. The Original walked further into the opening seeing numerous residents of Beacon Hills sitting still awaiting for their train. She stepped slowly eyeing the human's in confusion, she tilted her head looking up at the sign to the right of the room seeing numerous names.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

"Stiles." The name slipped from the Original's lips. She whipped her head around looking at the numerous people frantically. Her body acting on it's own. She eyed each one with narrowed eyes seeing many of them were middle aged.

Ophelia walked down the isle towards the sign. Only to fall face first, tripping over something. "Seriously?" She whispered in annoyance.

She looked up and was met with hazel eyes. Ophelia eyed the dazed teen with furrowed brows. The tribrid leant in closer to the boy, raising her hand to touch the boys pale cheek. A feeling of warmth spread through the Original automatically. The red head grasped the sleeve of the teenager's with her fingers. "Stiles?" She whispered unsurely scrunching up her nose. She blinked rapidly, seeing images flash before her eyes.

A boy in a flannel walked over to the red head embracing her as she sobbed into his chest, whilst he whispered soothing words into her ear about a blonde wolf.

A boy with hazel eyes held the red head back in a motel room from ignited herself on fire.

A mole faced boy stood in the boys locker room with Brett Talbot as an assassin moved forwards to stab the human, a flash of fiery red hair leaped forwards only to be staked in the chest.

Ophelia gasped falling backwards, the boy blinked in confusion from the sudden movement. Snapping out of his trance he looked down at the wide eyed red head. "Ophelia?" The hazel eyed boy asked softly not believing his eyes.

"Stiles?" She widened her eyes, his name fell from her lips in more of relief rather then uncertainty.

"The following stops have been canceled-" The voiced echoed through the intercom.

"Ophelia!" He shouted reaching for the red head.

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A gasp was heard through the Original's room. Ophelia grasped her heaving chest looking around the room frantically. Ophelia glanced down to her calloused hands seeing the familiar gold key in her hands. She furrowed her brows not remembering sleeping with the object.

"Stiles." She mumbled. Chills erupted through the red head's body. "Stiles." She repeated with a wide smile. Squeezing the key in her hand she stood up. "I'm bringing you back." She whispered.

Ophelia hurriedly threw on a floral dress stopping mid thigh, her blue-denim jacket and her black ankle boots.

The Original sprinted down her staircase opening her front door being met with a smiling Talbot holding a brown paper bag up and a tray of coffee.

"Jesus!" She exclaimed. "You scared me." Holding her chest.

"I scared a 1000 year old Original? That's one for the books." He tilted his head teasingly, leaning in he kissed the Original's cheek, startling her slightly. Pink flushed her vanilla cheeks. "Where you going with all that?" He eyed the numerous keys in her hands with furrowed brows.

Ophelia shook her head. "It's not mine. It's Stiles'." She rambled.

"I thought Scott said-" Brett began.

"I know what Scott said. But I saw him." Ophelia nodded confidently.

"Wait, you saw him? Like in person? He was here?" Brett exclaimed with wide eyes looking behind the Original into her home.

"No, well. I uh, it was in my vision or dream? But he's real, I talked to him and everything, he said my name, he remembered me, and I remember his face, he helped me through things, I remember vaguely. I remember taking a stake in the chest for him, which there are very few people I'd do that for." She rambled with a wide smile, tears breaming her eyes. Brett furrowed his brows at the Original, gnawing on his lip. Ophelia's smile dropped. "You don't believe me, do you?" She asked.

"O, it could have been just a dream. You and Lydia have been so worked up on finding this guy, maybe you just dreamt it because it's been on your mind so much." Brett frowned at the red head.

"Brett, I know what I saw. And I saw him. I saw Stiles." She nodded to the beta.

"Okay." Brett nodded, still not really believing the red head but not wanting to upset her. "I uh, brought you some breakfast before we head to school. I have an off day today, Lori demanded I come see you. So I was planning on driving you to school, if that's okay with you." He smiled to the red head.

"Yeah, okay. I still need to call Bonnie about the whole prison world thing. And I need to talk to Lydia about what I saw." She rambled drinking from her coffee which was thankfully laced with blood.

"Yeah." Brett nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line. "Just don't put to much hope into this. I don't want you getting hurt." He softly said, glancing over to the red head. As the two entered his car.

"Hope is all I have, Brett."

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"-THE largest white matter structure in the brain, but also-" Mrs.Finch explained to the class. A loud thump was heard from behind the classroom door. A stumbling red head entered the room. "Nice of you to join us, Ms.Mikaelson." She raised a brow to the Original who stood up fixing herself and nodded to the brunette. "Please take a seat."

Ophelia nodded and scurried over behind Lydia and Scott. The two turned to the red head in amusement. "I need to talk to you both after." She whispered. Lydia looked to the key in the red head's hand then back outside to where she had previously been gazing off to.

"Whose is that?" She asked, turning back to her best friend.

"Stiles." Ophelia smiled widely to the red head.

"Girls! Quiet please." Mrs.Finch called out to the two.

Lydia looked out the window nodding for the Original to look as well. The two widened their eyes eyeing the blue jeep that was currently being towed. Ophelia looked down to the key in her hand then back out the window.

"I'll be right back." Lydia announced, running out of the class.

"Me too." Ophelia nodded gathering her things running out the door after Lydia the key raised in her hand, as she followed behind the strawberry blonde. Scott trailing behind the two.

"Hey! You can't tow this jeep." Lydia yelled.

"Paperwork says I can. It's reported as abandoned." He retorted.

Ophelia panted holding her sides as she raised the key up, "It's mine." She heaved out.

"And I need to work on my cardio." Scott mumbled beside the red head, receiving a stomp on his foot from the Original's heeled boot. Scott groaned.

"So, this is your vehicle?" He questioned the red head not believing the small girl.

"Uh, clearly." She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Look, I'm sorry, once it's on the hook-" He began.

"Please don't say, You're on the hook." Ophelia muttered glaring at the man.

"Well, I can't now." He nodded, putting his paper work away.

Ophelia lowly growled, Scott grasped her arms gently pulling her behind him. "Oh, I, okay. Look, there's gotta be something that we can do." Scott stammered. "Sign something? Call someone?"

"Pay someone." Ophelia and Lydia announced in unison, both with narrowed eyes at the man.

"Drop fee's a hundred and fifty. Cash." He smiled widely to the three.

"A hundred and fifty? This thing isn't even worth that much." Scott whispered to the two.

"Shut it." Ophelia muttered. Shoving her hand into her purse pulling out her wallet. Pulling out $200 handing it over to the man. "Keep the change." She rolled her eyes.

"Where the hell do you get all your money from?" Scott and Lydia whispered in unison.

"I know a bank whose workers aren't on vervain thanks to moi, and my brother Kol." She whispered back with a shrug watching as the man unloaded the jeep. "Thank you." She smiled sarcastically.

"Pleasure doing business, sweetheart." He smiled walking away to his truck.

"What was that?" Scott asked the Original in confusion. "What are those?" He asked eyeing the keys in her hands.

"I found these in my bedroom. Well, technically, I had them before hand and I didn't understand why. So I just left them on my vanity, then-" She rambled flailing her arms around.

"O." Lydia tilted her head to the red head wanting her to get on with her ramblings, which reminded her of a certain hazel eyed boy.

"Right." She nodded. "So, when I went to sleep last night, I saw him. I talked to him. There were so many people there, but I found him. The witches led me to him, he's trying to contact me. It was like I was actually there. I could feel everything and smell everything." She smiled widely. Lydia sighed in relief tears breamed her green eyes.

"Ophelia, it was just a dream." Scott shook his head with a frown.

"Scott, it wasn't a bloody dream! Okay?! I remember him! Your best friend." She exclaimed looking to the Alpha. "The guy you fell in love with." She turned to Lydia. "I don't know how but I know it. And I will try to bring him back with or without your help." She gritted out walking away from the two.

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OPHELIA and Lydia stood in front of the blue jeep. As Scott and Malia ran out of the high school, coming to a halt eyeing the two girls. The two made their way over.

"It's coming from inside." Lydia nodded.

The four walked over to the jeep, Scott tried to unlock the door. Only for Ophelia to shove him to the side unlocking the door. The three eyed the radio.

Ophelia entered the drivers seat as Lydia went through the glove compartment. Scott rummaged through the trunk, Malia sat patiently in the back seat.

"You saw him?" Malia's voice echoed through the tribrid's ears.

"Yes." She nodded.

The radio stopped, the girls looked to one another in confusion. "Why'd it stop?" Malia asked.

"It doesn't matter. There had to be a reason." Lydia mumbled flicking the switch off and on.

Scott sniffed the jeep and furrowed his brows, "I can smell our scents. Mine, yours, all four of us."

"Mine? I've never been in this Jeep before." Malia shook her head.

"Yes, we have. We just don't remember it." Lydia nodded.

"I thought we were done with that." Malia mumbled.

"Yeah, Parrish checked the VIN number. There's no record of the owner." Scott rambled.

"Because he was erased!" Ophelia shouted. "So obviously there isn't a record of the owner, who is Stiles." She gritted her teeth unlocking the door. Scott winced at the Original, who apologetically looked to the Alpha.

She just hated that her and Lydia were the only ones keeping hope alive. And to her emotions were currently haywire. Scott didn't blame the Original for getting agitated, he felt awful if the boy existed and he couldn't remember him. But he still felt like maybe it wasn't true.

"He's not real. Trust me." Malia promised the two girls. Malia grasped her best friend's arm. "We've both lost a lot of people in our life, O. I don't feel like adding more to it."

Lydia pulled out a old tattered sheet, "We might not have to." She handed the paper over to Scott.

"This is from '96. And there's no name." He read off.

"But there's an address." Malia pointed to the corner. "129 Woodbine Lane." She read.

"I know that address." Lydia nodded.

"Told you it wasn't just a dream." Ophelia pointedly looked to the Alpha and coyote.

AN 🦋✨🧚🏼‍♀️

well damn Ophelia is beyond confident Stiles is real 👀

also I plan adding some more Theo related things perhaps in the next chapter so stay tuned for that 💜

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝟐𝟎𝟗𝟎