Peter inhales sharply and points a threatening finger at John Thompson, but he couldn't get word out.  He exhales sharply and paces the floor again. 

"Never thought I see Peter Hale speechless." John chuckles. 

Stiles sat next to John in complete confusion, "I don't understand, how are you alive?  Josie shot you in the neck."

John sighs and pulls his shirt back, exposing his collar bone which carried old scarring of a bullet wound.

"She missed the jugular by an inch.  The doctors said it was a miracle I survived, but I couldn't go back to my family.  I paid the doctor to say I died.  I left in the middle of the night.  Roamed around the world for a little bit.  But, didn't get far when I reached Georgia.  That's when they found me." John sighs.

"The Ghost Riders?"  Stiles asks. 

John nods, "I was leaving a job.  I worked for a little bit at a garage in Atlanta.  They found me.  Shot me right in the back.  Before I knew it, I was here." John frowns and looks at Stiles, "Judging by your age, I'm guessing I've been here for a while."

Peter stops and frowns, "Wait, how do we remember you before if you were taken?  Ghost Riders erase you."

"Cause I knew they were coming." John sighs.  He leans forward on his knees, intertwining his fingers together, "That day when I went to see Myst.  Before I left, she had a book laid out.  Myths of something, I don't know.  I saw a part that talks about the Ghost Riders and I remember these guys when I was a kid.  My Nana told me horror stories of them.  They're an unstoppable force, but they leave signs of when they're coming.  You just gotta look carefully and watch the sky.  They ride the storms.  Before they come, the skies light up green as if its the aurora borealis.  I noticed these signs and I knew it was a matter of time before they came for me.  It was a gut feeling.  So, I left signs for people to remember me.  That scar where I splashed that silver/wolfsbane on your side." John points to Peter.  He looks at Stiles, "I got into trouble with your dad once.  He was a deputy.  I had a little gambling issue.  I...sort of punched your dad out." He winches with guilt. "Broke his chin.  I heard he had to have surgery."

Stiles' eyes widen in realization, "Why you left Josie the scar on her side."

John looks down in shame and nods, "Yeah, that was the hardest thing I ever could do.  It was mainly the bond's fault, but I needed to leave something for her.  Everything personal to me was sold off to help Sarah meet her bills.  To pay off my drugs.  That's why I had to leave.  I was dead weight for them.  I wanted them to be free.  Emotional pain is one way to help remember.  The stronger it is, the better chance they have remembering."

Peter frowns with irritation and sits down on a bench, "Still doesn't explain why we remember."

"Relics.  It was in the book.  Only way to be remembered is if you leave a relic.  Something that gives proof of your existence.  I left several." John stops and sighs, "So, you never answered my question....how is my daughter?"

Stiles stutters, "Well, she's doing great.  She moved back to Beacon Hills, she's a senior now in school."

"Myst mentioned she was going to move back with Sarah.  Has she met Scott?" John asks.  "Myst says she was going to meet a guy name Scott McCall.  The True Alpha."

Stiles nods, "Yeah.  Yeah, she did.  They're together.  Um, they're...sort of...engaged right now."

John frowns, "Excuse me?"

Peter scoffs and laughs, "Scott popped the question.  Wow." He laughs again. 
"He really loves her.  He has protected her several times and Sarah loves him as if he was a son.  He's a great guy, Mr. Thompson." Stiles says.

John sighs, "I'm not liking this....at all.  But, if he makes her happy, then, I'm happy."

Peter scoffs, "You really would let Scott McCall date your daughter?  He's not even fit to be an alpha."

Stiles crosses his arms over his chest, "Still mad cause you didn't succeed in taking his powers?" 

John smirks, "Why am I not surprised?"

"Or how about when you tried to force yourself on Josie?"

Peter tries to stop Stiles from talking, but it was too late.  John glares at Peter as his eyes begin to glow blue.

"WHAT?!!"

"Uh..." Peter couldn't get a word out. 

"UGH!" Peter lets out a loud grunt as John shoves him against the wall, gripping him by the collars of his jacket.

"I guess this means we're not gonna be buddy buddies in here." Peter groans.

"You touched my daughter?!" John growls.

Peter stutters, "Maybe." His words are choked off as John squeezes his throat. 

Stiles tries to break them apart, "Ok!" He gets between them, shoving John away as he manages to get his grip lose.

"Yeah, he touched your daughter, but Scott already kicked his ass and that was partly the reason why he was thrown in Eichen House.  We have more important things to worry about here.  We're in a train station, brought by the Ghost Riders.  Come on, there's gotta be a way out of this place, right?" Stiles says to both of them.

John continues to glare at Peter and lets out a huff that startles Peter, but he regains his composure.

"At least when we get out of here, I'll be laughing my ass off when they send you back to Eichen House." John growls.

"Who knows, we might be roommates.  After all, if I recall, you're overdue to be thrown in there, too.  All those jobs you pulled off while you were still alive?  Remember?" Peter smirks.

"At least, I paid for my crimes.  Literally, I did all I could to clean up my mess I left before I had Josie.  But, still, my past came back to haunt me." John mutters.

 Stiles frowns at him, "The Desert Wolf?"

John snaps his head towards Stiles in shock, "How do you know that name?"

"Ok." Stiles guides him to a bench. "Let me give you the cliff notes version." So, basically, he begins to tell John everything that has happened since his so called 'death'.  John couldn't believe his ears. 

"And that's, basically, what has happen since." Stiles finishes.

"I can't believe it.  Josie is...incredibly lucky to have friends like you and the others, and to have such a mate like Scott." John smiles.

Stiles becomes hesitant, "Um, there's something else.  Um, Josie and Scott...well...they're....uh...Josie is....kinda...(Mumble)." Stiles covers his mouth at the end.

"What?" John looks at him weirdly.

"Josie is...(mumble)." Stiles does it again.

Peter rolls his eyes, "For god's sake, Stiles!"

"Josie is pregnant." Stiles' eyes widen as he realizes that he just blabbed it out. 

John's eyes widen in surprise as well as Peter's.  Peter lets out a laugh.

"Oh, my god.  Scott... a dad..." He bursts out in laughter.

"My little girl...is pregnant...at 18?!" John exclaims.

"Uh...yeah." Stiles winches.

"I'm a....grandfather?"  John asks as his breath catches in his throat. 

Peter's laugh dies down, "Oh, man.  Way to go, Scott." He smirks.

Stiles and John glares at him. 

Peter's smirk drops and he clears his throat and sits back down on the bench. 

"As much as this comes to a surprise for me, I am very happy in a way for them, but just wish they waited." John sighs. 

"Speaking of mates, how come you're not all bitter and violent anymore?" Peter looks at John with curiosity.

"The bond was still active for the past few years after my 'death', but after I was sent here.  I couldn't feel her anymore.  Which is..." John lets out a content sigh, "Such a blessing.  But, around the time after Peter got here, I felt really good.  It was like I was completely broken off from the bond."
Stiles thinks back, Peter escaped from Eichen House three months ago.  If the timing was the same, then, "That must of been the time when Malia stabbed the Desert Wolf." Stiles mutters.

John frowns, "What?"

"Malia, Malia Tate.  She's the Desert Wolf's daughter.  The Desert Wolf tried to kill her.  She killed her adoptive family." Stiles says.  "She's a werecoyote."

"And she stabbed her mother, the Desert Wolf...with her claws?  Took her powers?" John asks.

Stiles nods.

John slowly breaks into a wide grin, "YES!" He whoops.

Stiles jumps at his reaction and Peter just watches with an amused look. 

"About time someone took down that bitch.  I would love to meet Malia." John smiles big. 

"If we can get out of here." Stiles mutters. "Have you tried looking around? Have you talked to anyone who knows anything?"  He asks both of them. 

Peter rolls his eyes,  "If this is the Wild Hunt, there is no escape.  We are all doomed to ride the storm forever."

"Yeah, we're not in the storm, we're in a train station.  But we can get out of a train station." Stiles stands up, determined to leave this place.

"We can't get out of here, Stiles.  Because this place isn't real." Peter says exasperatedly.

"What are you talking about?  What is he talking about?  He looks at Peter then to John.

John sighs, "Beacon Hills doesn't have a train station."

Stiles' eyes widen in realization.  He never even realized that.  He looks around the station.  Where in the hell were they?

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After trying to find a way, Stiles spots doors close by, but when he reaches them, they were chained up.  Peter and John follows him and Peter sits down on a shoe shine chair, scoffing at Stiles as he shakes the door, causing the chains to rattle loudly.

"What are you doing?" 

Stiles glares at him, "Little help, please?" He gestures him at the chains.

Peter sighs and shrugs, he gets up and grips the chains.  With a firm yank, he breaks them off the door and holds up the chains.

Stiles rolls his eyes, "Okay."

Peter drops the chains and moves to stand next to John.

John crosses his arms over his chest and rolls his eyes at Peter, "At least he's trying." He mutters.

"Which is pointless." Peter mutters back.

Stiles takes off through the doors, only to come back into the station through another set of doors. 

Peter and John both look and sees Stiles coming out of the doors that were several feet away. They both frown in confusion and Peter does a double take. 

"What the hell?" Stiles mutters and goes through the doors again, only to come back through the other doors.

Panting in frustration, he paces back to the doors to try again, but Peter stops him, "No, no, no, keep going." He says sarcastically.

"I don't see you comin' up with anything." Stiles glares at him.

John looks over at the corner of his eyes and elbows Peter, nodding off at what he sees.  Peter looks at him in confusion, but sees what he was talking about.  They both look away, casually.

"Stiles." Peter whispers.  "Left shoulder, against the pillar.  Don't look."

Stiles looks anyway, Peter grunts in anger at him, "I said don't look."

Stiles sees a teenage boy watching them.  He had pale skin, dark eyes, curly brown hair. 

"Yeah." Stiles mutters.

Peter rolls his eyes, "He's watching us." He hints.

Stiles looks again and sees the teen leaning on the pillar, watching them with an amused look.

"Yeah, so?" Stiles says confused.

Peter rubs his face in frustration, "So?" He mocks. 

"So every person in this station is either comatose or catatonic." John points out.

"He seems very interested in keeping an eye on us." Peter adds.

Stiles slowly begins to get it and makes his way over to the guy.  The guy's eyes widen as he sees Stiles comes towards him and tries to move away. 

"Hey!" Stiles shouts and tries to get around the pillar to get to him.

The boy moves and tries to get away, but jumps when Peter suddenly appears in front of him. 

Stiles makes his way around and jumps when he sees Peter, "Oh, my god!"

John walks towards them and stands behind the boy, making sure he wasn't going anywhere.

"Why are you watching us?" Peter asks.

Looking at them in fear, "You tried the doors." The guy chuckles, "Nobody ever tries the doors."

Peter watching him carefully, "Sounds like you have."

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

"Not everything.  You're still here." Peter points out.

"Yeah, it seems like you got some kind of a plan.  So why don't you tell us about it?" Stiles says.

The guy sighs, "I can tell you.  Doesn't mean you can do it."

Stiles chuckles amusingly while Peter carried a smug look, John just looks at them weirdly.

"Oh, we, we can do it.  He can, he can..." Stiles stutters.

"Well, it's right in front of your face." The guy says, trailing his eyes towards the dark tunnels where the Ghost Riders came from. 

The three of them turn and look over towards the tunnel.  Peter frowns in confusion as Stiles looks with curiosity.  John looks back at the guy.

"What's your name?" He asks.

"Trent.  You didn't see it, did you?" He asks them all, referring to the riders.  Peter was still confused but Stiles and John both knew.

"We saw it." John nods at Stiles as he refers them both.

"Then why'd you waste so much time running through the doors?" Trent sneers at Stiles.  "I'll tell you why." He smirks, "Because it's all part of the illusion.  You're afraid.  And they want you to be afraid." 

Peter growls lowly as his upper lip twitches, "I'm not afraid."  He turns and makes his way towards the entrance of the tunnels but stops when he feels a wave a terror rush over him like ice water. 

"Can't do it, can you?" Trent smirks behind Peter and looks over at Stiles and John, "He can't do it."

"We really should kill him." Peter snarls over to Stiles.

"Or you can just walk through it." John says sarcastically.

Peter glares at him over his shoulder then turns back towards the dark tunnels.  The fear took over him, but he had to get out.  He needed to get out of here. 

Breathing heavily, he mutters over his shoulder to Stiles, "Push me."

Stiles squints in confusion and leans closer, "What did you say?"

"Push me." Peter continues to breathe heavily.

Stiles hesitantly grips Peter from behind and gives him a strong shove that sends him into the tunnel.  Peter stood frozen in the middle of the tunnel while Trent laughs, smirking at them all.

"Now you're gettin' it." He says as he casually walks down the tunnels.

Letting out a stiff sigh, "Stiles.  Stiles, let's go." Peter says.

John sighs and pats Stiles' back and walks into the tunnel, following Trent.
Stiles sighs, and tries to build up his courage to go through the tunnel, but his fear was strong.  He could see what Trent was talking about. 

With a frustrated grunt, Peter reaches out and yanks Stiles into the tunnel, nearly pulling him off his feet.