tmr x tw

FBI

McCall pov

I lead my team towards the noise, pointing the gun forward, expecting to see the criminals we had been hunting for months, where we finally tracked them down to a small island. what we saw next was a surprise. kids. a bunch of teens laughing and running around, coming to a stop right in front of me.

"FBI were here to rescue you". I yell out loudly scanning the area. "rescue us from what". a familiar voice calls out. I hear sounds of agreement as I turn around to face the voice with a look of confusion on my face. "stiles"?

Thomas pov

I race out to see what the commotion was, now the leader for all groups. "we're here to rescue you". I hear as I quickly reach the front. "rescue us from what". I ask confused. I nudge Minho to see if he has any idea whats happening. "stiles"? the same man calls out. I look at him with the same confused expression. I quickly get out my gun. "I don't know who that is, but u need to go. are u with wicked" I ask. "no were not with wicked, were here to take u home". he says looking at me perplexed, trying to figure me out.

"this is home. I gesture behind me. I don't know what ur talking about." I say genuinely confused. "stiles u really don't remember me. im scotts dad. "he asks staring at me making me uncomfortable. "look im sorry man but my names not stiles its Thomas and I don't know who this scott guy is."I say as I walk forward. "look if u don't leave im gonna have to make u. And that not ideal, im still healing from getting shot, so leave." I say annoyed. I roll my eyes as the agent looked at me horrified.

Minho pov

I look at our leader see how hes struggling not to punch him. so I step in. "look shank, we really have no idea who this stiles is. we've all had our memories wiped by wicked, so if Thomas knew this stiles kid before the maze, were sorry but he's gonna have no idea who that is." I say. I slightly worry as he looks more horrified. "are u having a stroke." I ask sincerely. "no, no, im fine" he says but still looks slightly baffled.

McCall pov

i had so many questions. like when did stiles, or Thomas get shot and who shot him. what maze.and there memories wiped. i silently piece together my theory. "look kids i think that they planted fake memories in your head and made u forget about the real world." i say. "I believe ur real name is stiles" i say pointing at the boy that says his name is Thomas. "And how would u know that" he says sarcastically, in disbelief, answering back. "Because ur bestfriends with my son, and the last time i talked to u, was just before u went missing. 2 years ago." I say shocked