What the fuck is a "Stiles"? TW x TMR (ships)

Chapter 1

9:72 am
Monday 1st of January

Third persons pov:

When the FBI found the safe haven they took Thomas and all the gladers in for questioning at the station, obviously no one said anything the most of what they said if that they could 'eat klunk' and 'shunt off' which obviously made the police officers more confused.

What made them even more confused was that is seemed like they really didn't know anything. The police took pictures of their faces and took their blood to check their blood type and try and find out where their from and where their families were, they soon found out the names they said were their names apparently weren't, so they stopped looking at names which made it harder to find the kids identities and families and of course made everything a lot harder and longer.

They did find out where some of their relatives where, but most of them either moved away, killed themselves or they were nowhere to be seen or were never heard from, but some people found their families, Thomas was one of them, "Hey, isn't that Noah's kid? Stiles Stilinski?" a police officer asked.

Two other police officers turned around and looked at the boy sitting on a metal chair leaning on the table in front of him being investigated but obviously Thomas said nothing so the police officer gave up knowing he wasn't going to say anything useful and left.

"It kind of looks like him but Stiles isn't that muscular," the second police officer said turning back to the samples of blood on the table and going back to finding there blood type and trying to match them up to a birth certificate. "Hold on," the third police officer said "It is him! He went missing for like two and a half years!" The third police officer said pulling out their phone.

"I'll call the sheriff," the police officer said stepping out of the room to call the Noah.

"Of course this happens on his day off," the first police officer said walking back to next to the second officer and taking a blood sample from the table and looking at the blood type written on the piece of paper attached to the tube and looking for a matching birth certificate and a driving license (because they're old enough) that matches looks of the child.

"Well atleast we get to see the look of his face when he sees his kid that's been missing for like a year," "I swear to god James do you know anything? He was missing for like more than 2 years," the first police officer correcting James.

"Wow, I made a mistake sue me! Don't kill me over it Macus!" James said sarcastically nudging the other officer with his hip. "You're so annoying," Marcus said sitting down on the short wooden chair next to the table facing James with a laptop on his lap.

"That's what you love about me though," James said smirking and winking at Marcus before walking out of the room.

"Sorry to ruin the moment and all but I've been here for over 2 hours! Can I go?" Thomas said banging on the door. "I don't have permission to let you go and we weren't flirting," Marcus said looking at Thomas. "I never said you guys were flirting," Thomas said leaning on the door looking at Marcus through the glass window in the door.

"But I mean it did look that way to me," Marcus looked down at the laptop on his lap again and said "You're Dad should be here any minute, I'm sure the both of you will be delighted to see each other again after all this time," "My Dad?" "Yeah, you're Dad,"

Marcus said he was kind of confused as to why Thomas looked so confused he looked as though he didn't know his Dad.

"Stiles?" Marcus said putting the laptop on the table and walking over to the door "Do you remember your Dad?" Marcus said as he walked over. Thomas walked back over to the table and sat down on the chair again.

Marcus took the key from the table and unlocked the door and walked into the room and sat opposite Thomas.

"Stiles?-" "It's Thomas," Thomas corrected. "Right sorry, Thomas what do you remember?" Marcus asked generally concerned does this boy not know who he is? Do these kids not know who they are? Or I suppose who they used to be "I don't remember anything," Thomas answered looking at Marcus, he didn't know why he trusted Marcus but he did. He looked like a trustworthy person and Thomas really hoped he was right.

"Nothing?" Marcus said confused and concerned how? Did someone take his memories? No that's impossible! Is it impossible? I mean like I've never tried Does that mean these kids don't really anything? "What do you remember?"

"I remember basic things like I know how to speak and walk and run and all that but I don't remember who I am or was I guess," Thomas said looking down at his hands the whole time.

"How?" Marcus said he was so confused and concerned at this point. "Do all these kids, the kids you were with, like that don't remember either?" "None of us do," Thomas looked up at Marcus and said after a while.

"You should probably go back, I think your boyfriend's coming and my 'Dads' probably here too," "You're probably right, he's probably walking in now," Marcus said as he stood up and walked over to the door. "Thanks for telling me St- Thomas," Marcus said as he opened the door and smiled at Thomas.

"He's not my boyfriend either!" Marcus said closing the door, Thomas looked away and smiled.

Should I continue this?

I've tried to make like 1000 stories but this one is probably the best so far

I have a couple ideas for the next couple of chapters but don't be surprised if this fanfic suddenly becomes discontinued

Thank you for reading!

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