TEEN WOLF Imagines

He Remembered Her: Peter Hale

Requested by stay-mon-russ

She was cooking dinner for him. It was their anniversary, she couldn't remember the number, but now she was trying to work it out. That's when they took her, it was a second after he had opened the door. She thought that was worse that he was seconds away, even though she knew that he wouldn't remember her.

She was now sitting on a bench waiting for a train, she didn't know where it was going or why she was waiting. She had tricked herself into thinking she was waiting for him. And then, he came.

He walked in the door, he was going to say, "I'm home" but as fast as he thought of it, it disappeared. He felt like he was missing something, or was it someone? He wasn't sure. He looked around his little flat, he wasn't sure when he bought it if you ask him he would say, "I don't know". While thinking of the empty space in his memory, in his heart. Again, he wouldn't know why he would be thinking that.

He lasted a few months before they came for him too. It was in the same place as well, not that they would ever know. He was making dinner, he swore it was someone's birthday. Then there was a knock on the door. He opened it, "hello, cake delivery for Mr Hale". He didn't argue with the young woman and took it from her. He had already paid and he couldn't remember what it was. Then he opened up the lid. It said, in fancy red writing: Will you marry me?

It was one of the sweetest things he had ever thought of doing, but it was ruined. He didn't understand why then he remembered. He remembered her.

He didn't know how he got there, but he was sitting on a bench. Everyone around him was in a trance, all except one. A woman, she was standing looking at the 'departures and arrivals' boards. He knew he knew her, he had a feeling. He looked away from her and then back at her, making sure she was real. As he stood up, the Ghost Riders came in and everyone ran in different directions to hide. That's when he lost her again.

She was watching the board, "beacon hills, beacon hills, beacon hills" she continued to repeat under her breath. There was something playing on her mind but she couldn't put her finger on it. She was in some sort of trance and she knew that. Just as she felt someone looking at her, the Ghost Riders came and she fled. It was as though they had wired it into them, trained them to hide from them, to sit still. She guessed it was so there wasn't an uprising but she couldn't understand what they were. She knew she knew enough about them, something to do with before she was taken but again she couldn't put her finger on it.

Once they had left again, she stayed where she was, she was sitting in the corner. That way no one could bug her, not that anyone talked around here anyway. It felt like only a minute, but she knew it was hours when she looked up and saw a man standing exactly where she was before the Ghost Riders had came. She didn't know why she stood up, but she stood watching him from afar before she moved closer. "Why do I know you?" she asked under her breath, she could have said it louder and no one would have batted an eye.

He wanted to know what she was looking at, he didn't know why he wanted to know. Deep down he really did. He knew her but he couldn't remember. And he was getting frustrated with the silence. As if they had read his mind, the sound of the Ghost Riders rang through the tunnel and into, what people called, the station.

Everyone hid, but they didn't. He turned, she stood watching him. He reacted by protecting her, he threw himself forward and dragged her to the bench. But, they couldn't speak, not until the Ghost Riders had left.

"I can't believe I forgot you" Peter pulled y/n into a hug, he was trying to hide his tears.

"It wasn't your fault" she whispered, stroking his hair to calm him down. "We're together now, it's all that matters" y/n pulled away, cupping his face in her hands. y/n whipped a tear away from his cheek before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

"How long have you been here?" he asked, but he knew the answer.

"I don't know" y/n replied, which was what he thought she would say. He didn't know either.

"Have you tried to escape?" he asked. She shook her head, "what's wrong with all these people?" he asked. She shrugged again, then they heard someone else talking.

y/n stood up first, "Stiles?"

"y/n!" he walked quickly up to her, "I can't-"

"I know..." she trailed off, watching her cousin frown, "we don't know what's wrong with them" she answered his question.

"We?" Stiles asked.

"Hi" Peter held up one hand from the bench he was sitting on. Stiles rolled his eyes but before he could say something sarcastic y/n nudged him. "Look, we're all you've got, no one else seems to want to talk to us," Peter said.

"That doesn't mean you can talk to him like that either, just before I told him off" y/n scolded. Peter and Stiles both rolled their eyes.

+ + +

"How long do you think it's been?" Stiles asked once again. Peter and y/n shared a look, both rolling their eyes.

y/n huffed, "stop asking, Stiles, we don't know."

"Do you think they remember us?" Stiles asked, looking at his lap. Peter and y/n shared another look but this one was different.

"Stiles..." y/n trailed off, then placed her hand on his, "I really don't know, we just have to hope..."

Stiles looked at her hand and then up at her, she was holding back some tears and Stiles knew that she no longer had hope.

+ + +

"We have to get out of here!" Peter yelled, y/n sighed, she had already told him to stop shouting. Time moved slowly for them, they knew it was because they could see what was going on. After all, they had seen more than the average person, just look who Peter is. "I'm fed up with these people, can't they see what's happening!" Peter carried on yelling, this time standing up, letting go of y/n's hand. Stiles looked up to Peter from his seat on the floor.

"Peter" Stiles began, "they can't, that's the whole point." Stiles huffed, he was getting just as annoyed as y/n with Peter's lack of patients.

"Hey! Hey! Miss!"

"Peter! Stop it!" y/n jumped out of her spot and stormed over to Peter who was still yelling at a woman while waving his hand in front of her face. "Peter!" she yelled as she pulled his hand away from the woman's face. "This isn't helping," she said firmly, watching his face closely as he was breathing heavily. y/n thought he was going to change, do something drastic. She knew she would be right eventually.

"I need to get out of here, y/n. It's driving me crazy!" Peter said as he spoke his voice got softer.

"It's driving us all crazy, Peter, we just have to figure out a way" Stiles said, y/n looked at him.

"What's your plan?" y/n asked him. She knew Stiles well enough to know that his quietness was for a reason. He was thinking of a way to get out of here. 

thanks for reading! sorry this took so long and sorry the titles a bit shit, if you have an idea for a part 2 just comment 

p.s gif not mine