Not Quite The Same (Hiatus)

Chapter Twenty Four

(A/N: I'm back, bitches! Sorry this took so long to put out but it's finally here! Also, this is a bit short and the next chapter will take awhile to write out; Just a heads up.)

After Melissa had checked Stiles' wounds and tended to them, she asked him about his habits; Sleeping, eating, etc. Apparently, he couldn't even remember the last time he ate and hadn't slept in almost a month (if you don't count the time he was in the hospital). The others wondered how in the hell was Stiles still standing upright. He also mentioned the smoking, which shocked Melissa. The others knew that she probably hadn't been expecting it. Once she was done questioning him, she told him that she would be right back and disappeared through the door, meeting the others. The first words out of her mouth were, "What the hell." She more stated it than questioned.

"We're still figuring out the specifics." Scott answered, a bit sheepish.

"Scott, that's not what I'm talking about.. Yet." She said. "What I'm talking about the fact that he shouldn't be freaking conscious. From the sound of it, he should probably be in some drug induced sleep or something. He should've blacked out hours ago." Her voice grew with slight hysteria.

"We know." Lydia said, trying to calm her down. "What we want to know is what happened to him during those 8 years."

Melissa sighed and pushed her hair back. "It'd be impossible to put him through some MRI scan; His... Metal arm would ruin the scan." She explained, pausing when mentioning his arm.

"Then we need a story from him." Allison answered, sure of herself.

"If he has amnesia, how much of a story will he have?" Melissa questioned.

They all stayed quiet for a moment, thinking of any sort of idea of how this was going to work. "Scott," Malia said, piping up. They all turned to her. "You knew Stiles more and better than anyone. He started to remember, or at least recognized Lydia and Derek. They were close to him, yeah, but you were his brother. Maybe you can jog something in his memory."

Scott mulled the thought over. It could work, though it would probably be extremely awkward. He sighed. "It's worth a shot," He said and meant it.

He went to go walk into the morgue when his mom stopped him. "Scott, wait." She said, causing him to turn around. "Does he know?" She asked, turning around to face him.

"Know what?" He questioned innocently.

"About you... You know... The whole supernatural thing?" She phrased oddly.

Scott's eyes widened as he realized that Stiles didn't... Well, as far as he knew. He let out a big sigh before facing the doors to the morgue. "This should be... Interesting." He muttered before walking in, steeling his nerves and mentally begging any kind of God up there for everything to go smoothly.

~*~*~

Back at the Facility...
A few hours later after to the conversation between Agent Visage and The Commander...

Visage was excited.

He was, at the moment, walking rather quickly, running almost, up to his bosses office. He was excited to share the news.

As he reached the door, he slowed to a stop, smoothed his hair and straightened his clothes. He took a deep breath then knocked on the door. "Come in," he heard from the other side of the door. He opened up the door and calmly walked in, though he could barely contain his demented excitement on the inside.

He reached Grayson Silver's desk without a word before he greeted, "Sir."

"Visage. What a pleasant surprise." Silver replied, smiling (grinning, really) at him. He stood up as he added, "What brings you here?"

"Sir, I've brought excellent news." Visage informed him, a twisted smile making its way up to his face.

"Well, please, don't keep me in the dark. What is it, Visage?" Silver asked.

"We've found him, sir."

Silver stared at him. A smirk formed on his lips, so demented and twisted and dark that it sent a shiver down Visage's spine. He didn't mind the feeling.

"We've found the Asset."