A/N: I meant to post this on Olivia Rodrigo's birthday yesterday :') woo! enjoy!

Allison's POV:

Every single memory I had of Olivia flooded into my mind. Our first date, our first kiss, our first time, dancing at Derek's loft, our heated arguments, our breakups, our awkward reunions, times when we snuck out to each other's houses, saying 'I love you', all of it.

But finally, the last time I talked to her before she was taken by the Ghost Riders.

Our last argument.

"So it is true!" I exclaim. "Olivia, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking of protecting my family. I need to train Phoebe to make sure she can protect herself and my parents. While I agree with Scott about how everyone has to move on with their lives, I have to stay to make sure the people we leave behind are at an okay place." She emphasized sternly. "Especially if something were to happen to me, she'll be the one who takes over my powers! I have to show her how to use them and if that means I have to miss a year of college...so be it."

My eyes widen at the reveal. "Don't you hear yourself, Olivia? You sound insane." I scold before pressing my back against the sign. "You can't just sit there and put everyone's life ahead of yours and think that counts as love."

"It's not putting my life behind, it's just a year! You're making this a bigger deal than it needs to be."

"Am I?" I dryly chuckle. "Okay, so what if nothing happens over a year and Phoebe doesn't have the proper experience to fight against anything? You and I both know she's going to want to try to go to the same out-of-state college that Hayden wants to go to so are you still going to stay after she leaves? Are you going to stay longer than two years? Three?"

"No, but--"

"If you dedicate your whole life to just doing what others want and making them happy, you'll never be happy." I whisper, meeting Lydia's worried gaze. "There's a balance of selfishness and selflessness that you need to incorporate in your life otherwise you're going to end up with nothing. Too much of your selflessness is just...your own self-destruction."

"But I can't--Who the hell is that?" The sounds of a scuffle causes her to pause mid-sentence which soon enough followed with a faint scream, causing my eyes to widen. "Oh, crap."

"What's going on?" I worriedly ask.

"Thought I saw someone but--"

"Saw someone? Who—"

"Ms. Argent, let's go!" I look up, seeing Sheriff Stilinski gesture to Lydia's car where everyone else was barely getting inside.

"I'm so stupid. I never should have split up from her." I cried out loud, not bothering to wipe the tears that flowed. "She saw the Ghost Rider...and I didn't even piece it together that she did. I could've saved her."

"When?" Scott worriedly asked. "When did it happen?"

"I gotta go but you know I love you and I know your heart is in it for the right reasons but I also want what's best for you so please think about this, okay?" I quickly say. "Don't hide the truth from Phoebe."

"The night we visited Sheriff Stilinski's father. She stayed back to help Phoebe and the others."

Suddenly, my surroundings distorted until my vision returned to the bunker. The room rattled around as a bright green light lit the room, leaving the others to look around in confusion.

I quickly stand from the chair and rush to the door, ignoring the protests of the others as I pulled the lever off of the door.

Once I opened the door, my eyes immediately clench at the bright light coming from the tunnel but silhouettes of two figures begin to walk through.

"Olivia?"

Olivia's POV:

"Score!" I laugh, swiping the granola bar from the deputy's pocket. "See Stiles, I told you some of the new people trapped in here would have something to eat."

"Let me guess, is it a granola bar or beef jerky?" He sighed, adjusting his position on the bench next to my dad. "Bag of chips?"

I scoff as I take a seat next to him. "Well, what else would it be? I'm sorry that I couldn't find a medium-rare steak in Deputy Gomez's pocket."

"I'm sick of granola bars." He muttered.

"Well, it's the best we got." I say, splitting the granola bar in half and handing it to him. "Take it or starve."

He huffs, grabbing the food from my hands, and took a bite. "I hate that you're right."

I teasingly nudge his arm. "Time to accept that--"

"Olivia..." A voice echoed which causes me to stop talking.

I look around the train station in confusion. "Did you hear that?"

He slowly shakes his head. "Hear what?" His voice was muffled from chewing on the granola bar.

"I could've sworn I heard--"

"Olivia..." The voice spoke clearer this time, recognizing it to be Allison's.

"Allison?" I call, dropping the granola on the floor, and stand to my feet.

The intercom crackles to life. "Attention all passengers. The train will be arriving in twenty-five minutes." The speaker announces, leaving everyone on the benches to stand in unison.

"Olivia wait!" I hear Stiles call from behind, trying to push through the sea of people. "I-I think I hear it too! It's Lydia!"

"Olivia..."

"Allison!" I shout, frantically looking around the train station as several people bumped their shoulders against me. "Allison, wait!"

"If you dedicate your whole life to just doing what others want and making them happy, you'll never be happy..." Her voice sadly trailed.

"Where are you?" I call out in frustration. "Allison!"

"Olivia!"

An abrupt gunshot causes everyone to freeze at the sound. "Give the kids some room!" I turn and my eyes widen at the sight of Sheriff Stilinski holding a pistol in the air with my mom standing beside him.

"Dad!" Stiles exclaimed and immediately rushed towards them, embracing his father in a hug.

"Oh my god..." My mom whispered, tears already springing in her eyes and I didn't hesitate to sprint towards her, pulling her in a tight hug. "My Olivia, my sweet Olivia."

I tremble in her embrace. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"I'm barely managing." She laughed, pulling away a bit to brush my hair away from my face. "Do you know how much time I dealt with third-wheeling Melissa and Argent? As soon as Stilinski appeared, I never split up from them so fast!"

"It's true." Stilinski chuckled, patting his hand on Stiles' back. "I can't believe I found you."

"Dad, I can hear Lydia. I think–I think we can get to her. I think she can get us out of here." Stiles insisted.

A bright light flashes at the end of the tunnel which causes us to turn, hearing the faint sound of the horses' neighs.

"You two need to get out of here." Stilinski firmly stated, reloading the pistol in his hand. "Don't worry about me."

"What? You're kidding, right?" Stiles scoffed.

"He's right. You guys have to go and get help." My mom assured me with a sad smile. "Find your friends."

"But what about you?" I worriedly ask.

"She has to make sure if one of us gets hurt, she'll be there to patch us up." We turn and see my dad approach us with a small smile. "Elizabeth. Sheriff."

"Glad to have you back, Deputy Jimenez." Stilinski nodded his head before turning to Stiles and I. "We'll find each other again." He says and starts to walk back towards the tunnel with my father.

"Dad--"

"Stiles," Stilinski warningly says. "We'll hold them back. Now, get the hell out of here! Go!"

"I promise, we'll be okay." My mom assures, squeezing me once last time before placing her keys in my hand and separating. "Kick their asses!"

Stiles and I run towards the railroad then jump off the platform before sprinting into the tunnel. "How confident are you sure this will work?"

"Uh..." He trails off. "Ninety percent?"

"Great!" I sarcastically cheer.

At the end of the tunnel, it pulsates a bright green light, similar to the last time we were here which causes my eyes to widen.

I raise my hand forward, blocking the light from blinding my eyes, and push through the harsh force attempting to push us back.

"You know I love you and I know your heart is in it for the right reasons but I also want what's best for you so please think about this, okay?" Allison's voice echoed. "Don't hide the truth from Phoebe."

"Stiles!" I grunt, feeling my footing skid back. "I-I don't think I can go through."

Suddenly his land latches on to mine and I turn, meeting his determined expression. "I promised you that we were getting out of here." He raised his voice over the harsh wind, wrapping his arm around my shoulder to force me to walk with him. "I intend on keeping it!"

"Olivia, keep going! We can see you and Stiles! Don't stop!" I shut my eyes and rush forward into the light, my surroundings distorting into white.

Instantly I trip forward and collapse into a softened cushion.

I blink a few times and look around, realizing I fell on my living room couch.

I pat myself a few times, feeling for any sort of wounds, and smile in satisfaction. "It worked!" I sigh in relief but then my eyes widen. "Stiles."

Allison's POV:

The bright light slowly dimmed, making their silhouettes disappear into nothingness.

"No..." I whisper, feeling all the hope I regained disappear.

I feel a hand placed on my shoulder. "Allison." Scott worriedly spoke up.

"Where is she?" I quickly turn around, meeting Scott's sympathetic expression. "It was working. You saw them, right?"

He slowly shook his head. "I didn't see anyone."

"No, they were here. Olivia was here I..." I trail off and look back towards the empty hall. "I know it. She was right there a-and she saw me."

"Come on, it's not safe here." He whispered, carefully guiding me back to the bunker.

Malia looks away from Lydia who rubbed the side of her head with a pained expression. "Anything?"

Scott simply shook his head no and moves to close the door but a hand blocks it, making him jump in surprise. "Liam!" He gasped as he and Phoebe slipped inside the room. "You guys are still here!"

"Barely. The Ghost Rider hit me with his whip." Phoebe grunted, holding onto her arm with discomfort and a bag of what seemed to be green sludge and a small wooden spatula. "Allison, I-I need your help putting the medicine on my arm."

I quickly nod and grab the bag from her hands as she takes a seat on the chair, laying her arm flat on the table.

"What happened out there?" Scott worriedly asked, taking in the dark stains on Phoebe's clothes. "Did Theo do that to you?"

"No. It's a lot to explain but there's something you need to see." Liam urged.

"We're running out of time." Phoebe winced as I carefully apply the substance to her arm before taking the cloth from her hands and tying it around her wound. "Everyone else is gone. All of them–they've all been taken."

"Scott, you have to come with me." Liam insisted, beginning to back away out the door.

"What is it?"

"I-I can't explain it. I have to show you."

"Uh... all right." Scott hesitantly trails before he turns to us. "You guys stay here. Just in case."

"In case Stiles or Olivia come back?" Malia questioned.

"If there's any hope, you need to keep trying." Scott reminded before turning to me. "Allison, you made the most progress compared to all of us. Don't give up."

"I'm coming with you." Phoebe used her bo staff to push herself to stand and retracted it so she could attach it back to her belt.

My eyes widen. "But Phoebe, your arm--"

"I found leftover medicine from Melissa's desk at the hospital. The nine herbs are supposed to cure poison and infections so I'll be good to go." She cut in with an assuring smile. "One slash mark from the Ghost Riders isn't going to stop me."

Scott slowly nods with an impressed look. "Alright. Then let's get going." He says before the three of them sprint out of the room, shutting the door behind them.

However, Malia moved towards the back door and opened it once more.

"What are you doing?" Lydia questioned. "Scott told us to stay in case he shows up here."

"Stiles and Olivia aren't coming here. If they were, they would've, and they haven't, so they're not." She shrugged before her eyes landed on mine. "You still think it worked, right?"

I immediately nod. "I'm sure of it."

"And Lydia in the middle of Allison's session, you were mumbling something about Stiles and Scott had to take over. Shouldn't that be a coincidence that you connected to him?" Malia suggested.

Lydia timidly picked at her nails. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it."

"And you're never wrong about these things.

"I wouldn't say 'never'..."

"But right now?"

"Right now, I'm not wrong." Lydia emphasized. "Stiles is out there. I can feel it."

"Then what are we doing standing here?" Malia urged, grabbing onto my hand to make me stand up and dragging me out of the bunker with Lydia following close behind.

Since one of Stiles' relics was his jeep, our first spot to try to look for him was the school parking lot since we hadn't moved the car yet.

According to Lydia, since she was the last person to see him before getting taken by the Ghost Riders, it made sense to check there first.

However, as soon as we arrived, the Jeep was nowhere to be found.

I crouch down to the parking spot, examining the tire skid parks on the road. "These are fresh so we must have just missed him."

"Without his keys?" Lydia hesitantly asked in which Malia scoffed.

"Well, half the time, he got it started with a screwdriver."

"So if he's here, then that means Olivia is here too." Lydia pointed out. "We have to tell Scott."

Malia holds her hand out and pulls me to stand on my feet. "We should probably tell Scott about that, too."

I follow her line of vision and my eyes widen at the sight of the train tracks planted directly through the woods to the school.

Phoebe's POV:

"This is happening everywhere?" Scott anxiously asked as his eyes fell on the large train tracks laid in the middle of the hallway in the hospital.

"Here, the school lacrosse field..." Liam listed off, carefully stepping over the track.

"We can't even pry it off the ground." I added. "It's practically cemented."

Scott lets out a sigh. "What does this mean?"

"It means..." We snap our heads behind us at the sudden voice, meeting Mr. Douglas' smug expression from across the hall. "It's working."

Mr. Douglas' canines come into view, letting out a menacing growl in which I quickly unclip my bo staff with a glare.

"He can't take the three of us." Liam snarled.

Scott shakes his head with his fangs extended. "No way."

Mr. Douglas challengingly raises a brow. "Hollenhund!"

A low growl from behind us causes us to turn, seeing as Parrish stood at the other end of the hall with cracks in his skin glowing a mixture of green and red.

"I-Is it a bad time to say I wish we were against the Ghost Riders?" I accidentally stammer, remembering the last time I faced off with Parrish at Eichen House.

"Parrish. Parrish, you don't wanna do this." Scott tried to call out but Parrish's expression remained hardened with his eyes glowing a bright green. "Stop!"

"The train is coming, kids. There's no stopping the Wild Hunt." Mr. Douglas smirked, taking a few steps closer to us since we were trapped in the middle. "You'll make a fine Ghost Rider, Scott. And I'll have a True Alpha by my side."

"Parrish! Stop!" Scott yelled out but Parrish only growled in response as he walked closer.

I hold up my bo staffs, prepping myself to strike once he came closer but I glance behind at Parrish. "And then a Banshee, a highly-skilled huntress with her trainee, a Werecoyote--"

"A Stiles?"

"A what?"

Instantly Douglas is smacked over the head by a metal bat, leaving him to crumble to the floor.

My eyes widen, seeing as Stiles carefully stepped over him with a baseball bat in his hands. "Bad guy, right? I didn't misread that?" He worriedly asked but Douglas growled from the floor. "Oh, God!"

Stiles quickly rushes over to us just as Scott and Liam quickly grab a hold of Parrish, lifting him off of his feet and throwing him across the hall.

I move to the side in time, watching as he collided with Mr. Douglas, sending themselves back to the floor.

Stiles immediately drops his baseball bat and pulls Scott into a tight hug. "Oh! Buddy! Oh, man! Oh, it's so good to see you." His voice muffled as Scott practically wrapped him in a bone-crushing hug.

His eyes fall on mine and quickly releases Scott to pull me into a hug next. "And Phoebe! Oh my god, I don't even care if your clothes are gross with questionable stains. I'm glad to see you're doing okay, kiddo!" He laughs, patting my back a few times before messing with my hair by rubbing the top of my head.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Liam smacked Stiles' shoulders a few times with worry. "Uh--"

"Liam!" Stiles quickly moves away from our embrace and pulls Liam into a tight hug as well. "It's so good to see you, too!"

"Yeah. No, yeah! Good to see you, Stiles...but, uh--" Liam stammered and pointed behind us, causing us to turn.

Parrish stood to his feet engulfed in a mixture of green and orange flames, letting out a ferocious roar that rattled the walls around us and unleashed a wave of flames straight towards us.

"Uh oh."

Just before any of us could move, someone immediately dives in front of us and pushed their hands towards the flames, causing the fire to immediately halt in front of them.

"Oh, it's about time you showed up!" Stiles scoffed, almost as if he was unfazed at the girl's skill. "I called you like fifty times!"

The girl snaps her head towards us with her eyes glowing a bright orange, causing my eyes to widen in recognition. "Oh, I'm sorry. Remind me to bring my phone charger the next time I get erased from existence!" Olivia yelled over the flames before she glanced back to Mr. Douglas and Parrish. "Now, do you mind moving out of the way so we don't end up roasted into barbecue?"

Stiles quickly nods, ushering for Liam, Scott, and I to run. "Okay. Yeah, we should go. Go, go, go!"

She pushes her hands forward once more, causing the clash to knock Mr. Douglas and Parrish down to the floor again before quickly following behind us.