PTSD And Insomnia

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Three years later
Thomas's POV

If I see another crank, i swear to God that I will let that mother trucker bite me. Teresa, Chuck, Alby, Winston.....they're all dead. Because of me, because of my hubris that tells me to try to save everyone eventhough the risk isn't worth the reward. I thought that if I saved everyone who was still here it would stop the nightmares about the people who weren't. I swear when we made it to the safe haven I thought all of my problems would disappear, everyone thought they would forget about the maze and everything else, when in reality, it made everything so much worse.
And not to mention, Newt is throwing me mixed signals after our moment. I mean we were three centimeters from kissing and then the FBI ruined everything we had.
And now here we are, in the small town of Beacon Hills, California about to meet another sketchy member of law enforcement.
"Hello everybody, my name is Deputy Parish and I will be helping return you to your family's."
"Sir, with all the respect we can muster, which, by the way, isn't a lot, we won't be leaving each other, and if you try to separate us, we will kill the agent with us and find our way back, do you understand?"
"First of all son, you don't have the strength to kill anyone, second, we weren't planning on separating you due to the fact you have all gone through the same thing, hence yall will be a good support system for each other if you need to"
When he said that he looked directly at me and I wondered if he heard me up last night when I woke up due to a flashback in the scorch and seeing everyone dying again, and them, rightfully, blaming me for their deaths.

Scott's POV
My pack and I were out running when I caught a whiff of someone I hoped I would never see again. I mean i think that's him. It smells different yet there is some familiarity to the scent. But.....the smell holds authority so it can't be him, that defenseless lowlife. And what the hell are those other smells. They all have the same aura of pain and loss, but with less superiority than the first. And God the amount of death on them could be smelt two towns over.
"Guys there are some new people in town and their scent is off, Lydia can you sense the de-"
"The death that follows them is frightening, and their leader seems to be the source of it all."
"Then we need to be the welcoming g committee and go see what they are and what they are here for and how they long they will be in town, let's go."

Dean's POV

I have been trying and failing for three years to ring my cousin, and come up with nothing. Cas has been using his boyfriend angel mojo to make me sleep. My uncle hasn't been conscious or sober enough these last few years to help find his son. Bobby has been looking through everything and can't find a single sheet of paper, used or blank,  linked to WICKED. 

Carry on my wayward son there'll be pea-

Hello 

Dean the FBI brought in a group of kids claiming they were kidnapped by WICKED, and when asked who their leader was they all pointed to a boy named Thomas, and when showed who that was, they were met with, can you guess, a boy who looked exactly like Stiles. 

Sam, where are they now

They brought them to the station to get them tested for diseases and DNA testing to see who their parents are.

Great me and Baby will be there in five

Who the hell is Baby? I thought you were dating Cas, OMG did you break up?

Sam, Baby is the impala and why in Gods name would Cas and I break up, you know what not the point, I'll be there shortly bye. Bitch

Jerk

End call

At the station

"I came as soon as I could, what do you need?" I asked

"Well, I'd like you to come and take a look at Thomas, then I what your opinion on what to do, then, I want you to get the sheriff, sober him up,  and bring him down here." FBI agent Rafael said

Dear god how the hell am I supposed to get my uncle sober when the most he's been sober in three years is when he's past out. 

"Look dude with all due respect the most he's been sober is when he's asleep so if you want to try, which you've got a snowballs chance at, then have at it but I'm going to interrogate Thomas and the rest of the.........what did he call them? Oh yes, gladers and scorchers."

In the interrogation room

"So Thomas, can you look at me for a minute or are you to self important to give me the time of day?"

He looked at me and I suddenly felt ill 

"Listen here shank, I've been through more then you could ever even imagine and you have the audacity to say I'm self important? Well I guess you'd know about that since you see it in the mirror every morning."

It was Stiles, but the look in his eyes was no longer bright, it was now dark and twisted while it also demanded respect. That look had saved countless lives, yet he didn't gloat or ask for the recognition he deserved. He was no longer Stiles, he was Thomas and there was no going back

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