Second chance | Newtmas | the Maze runner + Teen Wolf crossover

Chapter 9

My eyes suddenly jolt open, when I hear a knocking sound. Where the hell am I? Oh, still in the hospital, dumbass. I quickly check on Newt, when it knocks again. "Hello?" I whisper warily and sit up. The door opens.

A rather tall man steps inside. It's a police officer. My gaze wanders and catches sight of the sheriff badge. Why is the Sheriff coming to us? "Hello...ummm Mr......Stilinski!" Funny, his last name sounds almost like the name Melissa called me. What a weird coincidence. "What can I do for you?"

He has dark eye bags and his face in general looks a bit pale, white and dead. Something probably happened in his life lately, but that's none of my business. I wonder what he wants from us tho... I mean yeah, we got attacked but I didn't tell anyone, even less called the police and I'm somehow pretty sure Newt didn't either. So what does this guy want?

He's still standing on the same spot by the way and looks like he's seen a ghost. Weird... I'm pretty uncomfortable under his stare.

"Stiles?" He whispers and before I can react in any way, he rushes forward and hugs me.

Okay....what the hell? Seems like he knows me from my past life. Eventually, I push him back gently and see tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry...but who are you?" I ask and somehow feel guilty.

"You actually don't remember?" He asks and I shake my head. His mouth forms a sad smile and he says "I'm your father."

I have the urge to hit myself in the head. How shucking stupid am I? I could've figured that out. Melissa even said that my father's for sure going to visit today after she calls him. I just didn't expect him to come so early and I definitely didn't expect him being a cop, even less the sheriff.

"I'm sorry." I apologize.

"What? For being my son?" He laughs and I recognize it as a joke.

"No, that I can't remember." I emphasize though.

"I suppose that's not your fault." He soothes.

I shrug and offer him the chair next to Newts bed. He sits down and that's how we sit for a while. He kinda stares at me again, whilst I ponder if I should also sit on a chair rather than on Newts bed but I eventually stay.

After a while, I decide the silence for too long and pick up the first topic coming into my mind. "Why do I call myself Stiles?"

My father starts laughing and I ask farther. "Is that my surname?"

"Your surname is Stilinski." He's still laughing.

"Stiles Stilinski?" I wonder. "Who calls their child like that?"

"Your forename isn't Stiles. You call yourself Stiles because it was your grandfathers' nickname."

"What's my name then?"

"Mieczyslaw." He says simple.

I look at him and consider it as a way to mess with me. We sit in silence again and I analyse the situation. He's still trying not to burst out laughing but I think he's serious.

"That name isn't much better." I conclude. He seemingly thinks my displeasure about my name is funny because he's now laughing again.

I pout and avert my gaze back to Newt. I wonder when he's going to wake up. "Who's that?" My father asks.

I smile immediately. "That's Newt." I register his smile in the corner of my eye but he doesn't say anything and me neither.

After a fair amount of silence, he starts talking again. "What are the two of you planning to do?"

"I don't know." I answer truthfully. We always had an aim. Not a way nor a lead but we always had a goal in front of us. We never had no mission, no liabilities, the way we have it now.

"You could stay?" My father suggests with hopeful eyes.

"I don't know... I have to talk with Newt about it." I answer. Yeah, I'm definitely going to talk with Newt about it. I know that I would like to stay here... It would be selfish to accept without talking to Newt beforehand though. Because one thing is for sure: If Newt wants to go, I go and if he wants to stay, I stay as well.

"Well, you're both more than welcome in my house." My father assures. I nod thankfully and supress a yawn afterwards.

My father smiles. "I'd love to stay here but I need to go back to work."

I nod sleepily. "G'night!"

"Good night, son!"

"Please don't tell anyone that I'm back." If Newt and I are going to stay, it'd be better if I'd talk to my former acquaintances myself.

"Take care, Noah!" I yawn while I crawl under Newts blanket and as tired as I am, I don't even realize that I remember his name.

And I also don't hear Noah murmuring "Please, let this not be a dream."

***

The next time I wake up, it is because of dancing fingers playing with my hair and two taps on my hand. I sigh with pleasure and get a giggle back. "Good morning, Tommy." Someone's whispering and I earn a kiss on my head.

I sigh another time and snuggle closer before the realisation hits me. The discovery makes me burst open my eyes. Shit, why is light so bright?!

"Newt" I whisper and throw myself in his arms. I am so happy right now. "You're awake!"

"Course, you won't get rid of me." He grins. "How are you?"

"Well, I'm certainly good now!" I smile and give him a peck. Afterwards, I'm clinging on him again. "How are you?"

"I feel amazing. I'm here, with you, and we are probably as save as we can be." He's clinging to me as much as I am to him. It makes me feel secure. I breathe in his scent and he buries his nose into my hair. That's how we lay there.

***

Who the fuck invented school? Who thought it'd be a good idea to lock kids in a huge building and send them through mental pain?

I don't want to go to school tomorrow as you may have noticed...