Thomas looks out the car window, as the scenery rapidly changes; The world that he once thought was destroyed, thriving with greenery and life. It's almost too much.
Thomas doesn't take note of the fairly large group of people in the living area, all here to see him. Instead he climbs up the stairs, and into a room that once was his. It's not anymore.
Instead of sleeping, thomas takes to sitting on the roof; Staring above the vast tree line, in what is rapt attention to a lazy eye. To those who can see between first appearances, its the attention that almost makes the viewer seemingly somewhere else.
Thomas has to go by Stiles now, giving up this persona he had to take up just to survive in a world that so desperately wanted to kill him. Wanted to use him.
Weeks go by, the same hallway, same people, same classes. Nothing challenging or exciting, that he's bored now. So bored in fact that he took up a hobby. Gardening.
Thomas enjoys it, the remembrance of the glade, and his brother. The distant memory of the dirty blonde, working on the plants, as he and Mihno ran the maze. Newt.
Thomas tries to play dumb when his father is telling him to talk to the pack, that he didn't realize they were trying to reach out. That they didn't try.
It didn't work, A week later, Thomas is in the McCall living room; hearing his name being thrown around as they all fight for his attention. Then again it wasn't his name.
Thomas runs, he runs from the pack, from the neighborhood. From being Stiles.
Thomas trips on a root, landing in front of a huge tree stump. He reaches a hand to touch it, something about it drawing him in. He got three inches away from it, before a clawed hand gripped his hand. Thomas rips his hand away, looking at Derek angrily. How dare he stop him.
Thomas goes home that night, a part of him stayed at the stump. Thomas can't seem to understand, why he's drawn to it. Why hes apart of it.
Would it make him a bad person, to just disappear, track down his true family, Become happy. Yes It would.
The stump draws him in again, this time no one stops him as his hand presses firmly on the stump. Memories of who he used to be rushing into his head, glimpses of monsters he could never imagine to be real. Monsters that shouldn't be real.
Thomas was a monster, he did horrible things when he was Stiles. How anyone could look at him in the eye, is beyond him. He didn't deserve a second chance.
Theresa found him, she tracked him down, with her family in france. Came all the way back to Beacon hills for him. She wasn't alone though.
Isaac was alright, he seemed jealous, of the relationship Thomas and Theresa shared. Stiles and Allison.
Thomas missed the Theresa that wasn't also part Allison, Allison made it confusing. When she was only Allison, it reminded Thomas of something. Of who Stiles killed.
Thomas met a girl with strawberry blonde hair, and an intelligence that rivaled his own. He fell.
She knew him when he used to be Stiles, however she seemed to not mind Thomas. Even if she could feel the death he was surrounded by.
Stiles loves Lydia, The banshee was loyal unless you broke that loyalty first. Lydia saved him.
Stiles knew Theresa prefered to be Allison, but he missed the little bits of glade she had in her.
Lydia asked Stiles to the prom, with a jar of what seems to be moonshine. Reminds him of Gally's secret recipe. Stiles said yes.
Stiles wore a tux, that Scott picked out for him. He hated it.
Beautiful, that is the only word he could use to describe Lydia martin. Inspirational would be the only other one possible.
Stiles is happy, Theresa helped him get the closure he needed. Even if that meant they internet stalked the gladers.
Stiles doesnt remember when he became Stiles, however he's not angry about it. The weight that once was on his shoulders, are gone; and the memories of the glade no longer lay heavily in his mind, but lightened up and allowed for happy memories to fill. Thomas never needed to rush the process of healing, he just had to meet the right people to encourage it. Afterall, Stiles and Thomas weren't that different. They took the same push.
And just like that the water dam broke, and with it the memories of Thomas, and the memories of Stiles. Mixed. Became one.
