willow | d. hale [on hold]

53 | train station

[ to clarify on some comments regarding scott, malia, and lydia's initial attitude toward forgetting willow: she has moved away from beacon hills. it's been over half a year. so naturally, they are already accustomed to life without her. it's not the same as having the routine of meeting stiles at his locker or working on his lacrosse shots with him. that is why they aren't as sure how important she was to them - it's not because they love her less than she loves them. they don't really remember stiles either, and convince themselves a few times he never was real (except for lydia but don't get me started on that. i love stydia but scott should've been the one to fight so hard to remember stiles and be the one whose memories brought him back). but just, like, don't be too hard on them, ya know? they'll feel guilty enough when she gets back and they have to tell her they forgot her for six whole months

anyway, this chapter is super long it's 10k+ so enjoy it. school is really piling up so it might be about a week until the next update ]

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scott was the first person i called. i thought he could save me.

[ 6.05 ]

Stiles Stilinski was in a train station. One moment, everything felt fine as he stared ahead at a wall, and the next, he was struggling to remember why he was in a train station to begin with.

He glanced to his right and saw a doctor he'd seen a handful of times at the hospital with a name tag that read 'Dr. Hugo.' When she didn't notice him watching, he continued to examine the gloomy, dimly lit station that he didn't recall arriving at.

The waiting area was full, but no one was talking or making a sound. Everyone just stared forward silently. There was no one buying tickets - though the ticket booth was empty anyway.

Stiles then felt the weight of something in his hand and looked down to see his keys to the Jeep. Why was he waiting for a train when he could just drive himself somewhere?

Finally, he leaned in and whispered to the woman next to him. "Excuse me, sorry, where are we?"

Dr. Hugo raised an eyebrow, thinking he was stupid for asking that. "We're at the train station."

"Right. Okay. Helpful," he muttered, resisting his usual urge to snap. "Which train station, exactly?"

"Train station number one-thirty-seven," she said while looking across the room and at the sign over the board displaying the arrival times.

"Did you see me come in?" he questioned, trying to find that missing memory.

She only shook her head. "No."

"How long have you been here?"

"Maybe an hour?" she guessed.

But then the man to her right in a suit and pair of glasses chimed in, not taking his eyes off his paper. "We got here at the same time. It's been at least six hours."