Lose Your Mind (TMR/TW)

Stiles?

Rafael McCall P.O.V.

We just got to an abandoned island after having confirmation that the survivors of WICKED trials are there. One week earlier, we got a lead on the Last City which was headquarters for the research organization. When we got there, the city was in ruins and those that took it over were looking for any more survivors. We took them in and put them under observation. 

When we pull up, which we must have been pretty loud, 'cause there was a group of young adults holding spears, knives and guns at us. "Hey! Who the shuck are you guys?" "I though we got rid of WICKED!" "We did, their not WICKED obviously." These were some of the responses we heard when go out of the helicopters.

"My name is Agent Rafael McCall and this is my team, we are the FBI!"

"What's FBI?" Some Asian looking guy said.

"We work for the government and we're here to take you guys back home." There were some murmurs of Home? Isn't the world scorched? Why the shuck would we trust that slinthead? Whatever that means. "Can you bring me your leader?"

"Sure, by the way I'm Minho, if you are lying to us, just remember what we did to the Last City, that could be you next." Man, they shouldn't threaten us, but whatever I need to see the one in charge. We waited for about 10 minutes before a commanding voice said  "Hey! Put your weapons down! Let's hear what they have to say." huh, he sounded familiar. He asked us,  "Are you the leader of your group?", while still walking over to us.

"Yes I am, my name is Rafael McCall, FBI, and we are here to--Stiles? Is that you?" i was shocked, Stiles went missing 3 years ago, and yet here he is, right in my face, asking who I am. he looks a lot different too, his hair is slighter longer than the buzz cut he put back after the whole nogitsune ordeal, he lost his baby fat making his cheek bones more prominent, he's a lot taller, only 2 inches less than me, and he's got a lot more muscle than Scott. 

"Sorry, there is no Stiles here, my name is Thomas and I'm in charge, how can I help you Agent McCall?" He says, what? No Stiles, you are Stiles idiot. I'm shocked that he's the leader, but I realize it's not completely impossible. 

"What? No! You're name is Stiles Stilinski, you're my son's best friend, you've been missing for the past 3 years!" He just seems even more confused, and slightly irritated, well there's some part of the Stiles I know. Just as I say this, another tall guy, blond, lanky, with a slight limp, comes up next to him and says, "Hey slim it, this is Thomas and again, how can we help you?"

"Right sorry, anyways St-Thomas, we heard of an illegal organization and that this is supposed to be some sort of 'Safe Haven'"

"Yes, this is the Safe Haven, can you get to the point?" Great, now he's even more annoyed.

"Well anyways, we're here to take you back home."

"The world is scorched, there is no home, safe Haven is our home"

"Based on our information, you've been told that the world is scorched and that there is a flare virus going around infecting other non-immunes, right?"

"Yes, anything else?"

"Well here's the thing, those are all lies, there is no scorch or flare virus, those were all lies implanted in your brains t-"

"Wait, hold up, you're saying that everything we went through, everyone we lost, are all based on lies?! Huh?" He looks dejected, but not surprised.

"Yes that's exactly what we're doing, me and my team are here to bring you back to headquarters so we can find your families and return you to them"

"...Families? We have families?" Damn, they really are some lost boys, and girls. 

"Yes you do, I just happen to know yours, now can you tell the rest of your group what we're going to be doing?"

"Sure, when are we leaving, and can some of us stay here if we want to?"

"We are leaving in 2 hours, and only people who have no families and want to stay here can stay here"

"Ok, thanks..." He walks away and gathers his group.

~Time Skip 3 hours~

Our trip back to H.Q. was full of questions and dazed and awed looks as we passed all the buildings. They don't seem very trusting, but I gotta say, the most surprising thing so far is how Allison and Stiles are holding hands, especially when Allison is supposed to be dead.

While we waited for their test results to go back, we discussed what we know so far. They don't have their memories from before they were kidnapped, the went through the maze, scorch, and death cure ordeal, Al-Teresa and Newt were nearly dead before they were somehow saved. They clearly don't trust us but are giving us a chance. All of them are covered in scars from various weapons, some have lightning marks, and they have an extremely high pain tolerance. The reactions to their names was hilarious. I have to call the Sheriff before we leave to Beacon Hills.

I finished debrief and called the Sheriff. Let's just say he took the news way to well if my ear drums are saying something. Me and my team enter the cafeteria where the group is and tell them,  "Ok now we are going to take you back to your families, luckily, you all live in the same area so we will be going to the place where most of you live."

"And where is that?" Minho asks us, he seemed to have some sort of conflict in his head along with the rest of the gladers and scorchers.

"Beacon Hills, California" And off we go.