Chapter 8

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Chapter 8:

Thomas/Stiles' POV:

"Hey Tommy."

I lifted myself into an upright position and touched Newt's shoulder, afraid he might not be real "You're really here..." I brought him closer to me and couldn't help the tears streaming down my face "I'm so sorry..."

He released his grip and I reluctantly did the same. He looked into my eyes with a serious expression "You did what you had to. Same as me. You saved all of us, so don't be sorry about anything."

I nodded and started hugging him again. I noticed Derek and Scott staring intently at us.

I heard someone clear their throat and I turned around to see someone I remembered to be Isaac.

"Not helpful." For some reason me saying this made him smile. I gave him a weird look and shurgged looking back at Newt.

"Where is everyone?" Newt looked around us with worry

"Janson. He took them." Newt looked at me with sadness and then rage. He was probably having the same inner dilemma as me at the moment

"Where is he?"

"He said I had to meet him at the last place we saw each other..." He gave me a look as if he was going to say something and then I gave him a look back.

"What? Why are you two awkwadly staring at each other?!" Malia. Yes that was her name.

"The only way for me to meet Janson and save my friends is to go back inside the simulation." All of Scott's pack was silent for a second and then started overlapping their protests

"Enough!" They all looked shocked, aside from Newt who just awkwardly scratched his forehead. "I'm going."

"Then we are going with you." Derek had been silent the whole time but hearing his voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up

"Fine, Derek. But not all of you." He looked at me with wide eyes, even Newt "What?"

"You... said my name." Derek looked relieved but hesitant and everyone else had an expression I couldn't read

"Yeah... well I've been having weird memory flashes... guess W.I.C.K.E.D never finished the job." I ran a hand through my hair hoping their staring would die down

"That doesn't matter now. Our friends need us. If your going back into the Scorch, I'm going with you Tommy" Newt put a hand on my shoulder and I smiled at him, leaning into the touch

"Well then. Let's go."

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