ᵀᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ || ˢᵗⁱˡᵉˢ/ᵀʰᵒᵐᵃˢ || ᵀᵂ ˣ ᵀᴹᴿ

𝟬𝟬𝟲. 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗡

I was sitting in a blue Jeep, laughing and talking to someone. I was happy. Suddenly, a storm arrives and the person on the drivers seat looks at me, but all I can see is a blur.

"Remember..." echoes in my head.

"Lynn?" Scott says, snapping me out of my trance. "Huh?" I ask and look around. "We're here." He says and I nod, getting out of the car. "I must've zoned out." I state and Scott nods.

"About what?" He asks and I shrug. "That's the thing, i don't remember it happening." Scott doesn't respond, instead we walk into the vet.

We greet each other, but get down to business immediately. "I keep having this feeling like there's pieces missing, holes in my memory." Scott explains, while handing Deaton the piece of glass we found in the car.

"Like that, we took this from a windshield at the Sherriff's impound lot, but I can't remember why I was there." I say and Deaton looks at us intensely.

"The subconscious can be a conduit for our memories. Dreams and waking dreams can be powerful tools to help us remember." He explains and I think about these past days.

The locker, the empty table, the Jeep.

"Could it all be connected? The ghost Riders, the wild hunt, the holes?" Scott asks and I look at him.

"The wild hunt are drawn to war and mayhem, I've never heard of it doing anything to anyones memory." He says, handing Scott the glass.

"It's almost like you have a form of phantom limb syndrome. It's common in war. Amputees can have the sensation of an itch fhey can't scratch or a pain that couldn't possibly be there." He says and I think about it, letting the words sink in.

"The missing limb is so important, the brain acts like the limbs still there." He says and and I look at Scott. "So my subconscious is trying to tell me what's missing?" I suggest and Deaton nods.

"It may be." He says, awfully vague. "How the hell do we figure out what it's saying?" I ask and Deaton shrugs. "Well, the easiest way to do that would be to simply go to sleep." He says and I look at Scott.

"Thank you, Deaton." I say and look at Scott. "Let's go to bed." I say.

. . .

When I woke up I was at the
Sherriff's house. Knocking, I see him opening the door. "Rosalynn? What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?" He asks and I shrug.

"Come in, do you want some tea?" He asks and I just nod.

I walk into the living room, seeing a couch. Why do I have the feeling I've sat there, been there, even slept there?

"Mr. Stilinski, I need to ask you something." I say and Mr. Stilinski nods. "Of course."

I take a deep breathe, nodding to encourage myself. "Have you been feeling... off? Like- Somethings been missing?" I ask and Mr. Stilinski frowns. "No, no I haven't. Why? Is something wrong?" He asks and I let out a sigh.

"Honestly-" I start, but then I hear the door open. Confused, I turn to look at the opening, hearing someone walking towards us. While my hearts beating faster, a woman walks in.

"Who- who are you?" I ask bluntly and he smile fades immediately. "What?" She asks, obviously offended. "Rosalynn, this is my wife Claudia." He says and I stand up, my breathe getting caught up in my throat.

"No- no you don't have a wife you-" I say, not understanding anything anymore. "I-" I stammer, seeing the looks at their faces and I feel my cheeks burning up.

"This was a mistake- I'm so sorry." I say, rushing out to the door. I open the door, seeing something standing in front of me. No, not something. Someone.

A ghost rider.

I see him pulling his gun out and before I can realise it, he shoots right at me.

It was dark for a moment, only a echo was heard.

"You're gonna remember, okay? You're going to have to trust your institution. I know you can fix this."

. . .

I was gasping for air, my hands roaming over my body to see if I was shot. I was sweating like crazy, but suddenly stop. I look around, seeing my window. I was... Home?

Was this a dream?

This. Was my dream?

~738 words~

Soooo I'm thinking of doing a Eli Hale fic with the daughter of Stiles! Who's up for that?