It took me a few moments to register where I was once I opened my eyes. I was on the back of a horse in some kind of station, I was pretty certain it was a train station judging by the tracks that we were riding along.

With each step the horse took my limp body felt as if it was going to fall off. There was a line of horses, each one with one or more figures on top. My hands and feet were tied tightly, preventing me from moving

My eyes locked on the figure that was in front of me on the same horse. It was a Ghost Rider, I could tell by the long dark hair that was at risk of hitting me in the face.

I remained silent, too afraid to say a word, terrified of the consequences that might come with it. Silent tears began to fall down my cheeks as we emerged into a larger area that looked like the main part of the station.

As we entered, a crowd of people began screaming, all of them rushing to duck behind chairs or walls, they were all scared of the Ghost Riders.

The horses began to slow down and I looked around frantically, a gasp left my lips as I was thrown from the horse, hitting the ground with a loud thud. I sat up immediately as the horses circled the group of us who had just been dumped in the station. One of the Ghost Riders whipped their whip, warning us not to try and get up. The ties around my hands and feet suddenly disappeared and I quickly used my feet to push myself further away from the Ghost Riders, my heart pounding in my chest.

With one final look at the group of fresh meat that they had dropped off, the Ghost Riders whipped at the horses, causing them to kick up on their hind legs before taking off, leaving me and the others terrified and confused.

I looked around the train station, trying to figure out what do to next, how to get out of here. I had finally worked up the courage to stand up when I heard my name being called.

My eyes darted around so quickly I was afraid they would pop out of my head, and I swear they almost did when I saw who it was calling my name.

"Syd!" My eyes landed on none other than Stiles Stilinski, literally sprinting towards me.

A sob escaped my lips as he crashed into me, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me so tightly my feet left the ground.

Now, I've known Stiles for most of my life, and we had only embraced a handful of times. One of the only other times I remember hugging him like I was now was when I was 6 years old, he was 8 and his mother died. It was one of those quick awkward hugs because at that time I still believed boys had cooties, but it was full of emotion. Now, there was nothing more I wanted to do than hug Stiles.

My tears were soaking his shirt as he held me close, telling me it was all going to be okay.

"I didn't forget." I whispered as we pulled apart, "I knew you were real, that you existed."

Stiles' face fell slightly, "The others, they forgot?" he asked quietly.

I gave him a sad nod, "I tried to help them remember, but now that I'm gone too I-" I cut myself off shaking my head, "I don't know." I admitted.

Stiles gave me a small nod as if to say we'd get it figured out before pulling me back into a hug, "God Syd, I don't think I've ever been so happy to see you."

I felt a small smile spread onto my face as I hugged him back. I may have lost everything else, but at least I knew Stiles was okay and at that moment that was all I cared about.

"Is this reunion over?" A voice asked, which caused me to slowly pull away from Stiles. I knew that voice, i was just praying it was not who I thought it was. Apparently luck just wasn't on my side today. Standing in front of Stiles and I was Peter Hale in the flesh, a smug smirk on his face.

I turned to Stiles with wide eyes, resisting the urge to take a run at Peter, I knew full well that if I did it would just end badly for me but the hate I had for this man was starting to overpower my better judgement.

"What is he doing here." I growled, clenching my fists at my sides.

"You think I'm here by choice little girl?"

"I swear to God I-" I began stomping towards Peter, not really knowing what I was going to do but I never had a chance to figure it out because Stiles wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back.

"Syd don't!"

"Why not Stiles, do you know what he did to Scott, to all of us! Do you remember that?" I snapped, aggressively pointing towards Peter.

"He's helping me." Stiles admitted, causing me to frown, "We're working together."

"You're what?" I asked, hoping I had misheard him.

Stiles sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "There's no way out, at least not one that we've found. Peter trying to help me find one."

"Why him?" I questioned.

"He's the only one that isn't brainwashed like the rest of them." Stiles explained.

"Brainwashed?"

"Look at them Syd, they have no idea what's going on. They think they're waiting for a train."

I looked around the room, every single person was sitting down, staring forward with a blank look on their face.

"The train is never coming is it?" I asked quietly.

"Observant one you are." Peter chirped from behind me.

"Don't." Stiles warned sternly, preventing Peter from bugging me any further.

I let out a exasperated sigh as I looked from the group brainwashed over to Peter, I guess it was either become like the others, waiting for something that was never going to happen or work with Stiles, even if that meant putting up with Peter, "Fine." I grumbled.

"Fine what?" Stiles asked.

"Fine, I'll tolerate him."

Peter opened his mouth to say something but Stiles cut him off, "Not a word Peter, not a word."

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After speaking with Stiles and unfortunately Peter, I had found out that they had established that this train station we were in wasn't real. Beacon Hills doesn't have a train station.

So now here I was, watching as Stiles ran through one of the set of doors and appeared through the doors on the other side of the station, over and over again.

"How is that possible?" I asked in utter confusion.

After having enough of the endless cycle, Stiles stopped beside me, letting out a frustrated sigh.

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

"I don't see you coming up with anything!" Stiles snapped.

Peter turned so the three of us were standing in a small circle, "Left shoulder, against the pillar, don't look." he ordered, which meant of course Stiles and I had to look and when we did, our eyes fell on a boy maybe a few years older than Stiles, staring at the three of us.

"I said don't look!" Peter exclaimed.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"He's watching us." Peter pointed out.

"Yeah, so?" Stiles answered.

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

All three of us exchanged looks before Peter spoke again, "Sydney go talk to him."

"What? Why me?" I demanded.

"You're the prettiest, now go." Peter urged.

"She's not going to talk to him." Stiles snapped, wrapping a protective arm around me.

"You go then." Peter ordered, nodding in the direction of the boy.

Stiles gave him a look before walking towards the boy, who immediately started to move away, "Hey!" Stiles called as he followed the boy around the pillar.

"Come on." Peter instructed as he grabbed a hold of my arm, pulling me along with him as we approached the boy, cutting him off on the other side of the pillar.

When the boy spotted us he stopped, a look of shock on his face, kind of similar to the one Stiles had when he rounded the pillar to see us.

"Why are you watching us?" Peter questioned.

The boy's eyes darted between us as he tried to find words to explain his creeping spying, "You tried the doors," he said, letting out a laugh, "nobody ever tries the doors."

"Sounds like you have." Stiles observed.

"The ones that I could open, I've tried everything else."

"No everything. You're still here." Peter pointed out.

"Yeah and it seems like you've got some kind of plan so why don't you tell us about it." Stiles added.

"I can tell you, it doesn't mean you can do it."

Stiles let out a chuckle, looking between Peter and I, "We, we can do...he can, he can do it." he said correcting his first statement. It was unlikely that Stiles and I could pull it off, it was more accurate to assume Peter could do it.

"Well it's right in front of your face."

All of our heads turned to follow where the boy was looking. When my eyes landed on it, my heart dropped. It was the tunnels, the long dark tunnels that the Ghost Riders brought us in on, that was our way out.

syd has now entered the new universe and has reunited with stiles (YAY!). raise your hand if you lowkey ship stiles and sydney (raises hand) #sorrynotsorry. I still love lidney with all my heart but come on stiles and syd are just so adorable together

anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter!! if you did dont forget to comment and let me know :)

-maddy xoxo