Forgotten Memories [A TW/TMR Fanfiction]

5. Forgetting (Almost) Everything

THOMAS/STILES POV

The first thing I hear when I wake up is the beep of a heart monitor.

I slowly open my eyes, and squint when the glow of fluorescent lighting hits them. The walls are pristinely white, making the whole room glow. A room in which looks like some sort of dorm room?

I sit up on the table I was lying on. My eyes roam over the room, seeing bunk beds pushed to one wall, the heart monitor to my right, and finally, my eyes settle on a man. He stands off to the side, watching me with something I can't place.

I decide to test my voice. "Where am I? Who are you?"

The man has a narrow nose, a small mouth; he looks like a human rat. Huh.

He takes a step toward me. "Interesting."

"What is?" I swing my legs over the side of the table. "Who are you?"

"My name is Janson. I am a representative of an organization by the name of WICKED. Tell me, do you remember your name?"

I nod. "Thomas. My name is Thomas."

Janson smiles. I don't like his smile. "Well, Thomas, I'm afraid I'm going to have to rush this a bit. Do you remember anything else?"

I think for a moment, and come up with nothing. I'm about to shake my head when something hits me. Not a memory, not a person, but a name.

Scott McCall.

"Thomas?"

I shake out of my stupor. "Sorry, just trying to think. I don't remember anything else other than that." I meet his gaze. "Why can't I remember anything?"

Janson walks over and stands in front of me. "It's okay. You suffered through something, and your memories were taken from you. But don't worry; you'll be fine." He looks to my left shoulder. "Does that hurt?"

I realize for the first time that I don't have a shirt on. I look at my shoulder, and see a bandage covering it. I carefully touch it, but feel no pain. I look back to Janson and shake my head. "Why?"

"You were shot. The doctors took out the bullet and stitched you up. I guess they did a pretty good job."

I nod uncertainly. All I can think about is that name. Did I know him? Do I know him? I'm not sure.

"Well, let's get going. I have a lot to show you." Janson starts walking to the door.

"Wait!" He stops. "Can...can I get a shirt first?"

***

We walk in silence down the hall. Janson tells me about WICKED, how they formed to find a cure for the disease known as the Flare. Apparently, it broke out all over Canada, and these Trials were made to see who could survive the disease and what to do to help those who couldn't. Apparently I was a part of these Trials.

"You volunteered yourself for this cause," Janson says. "Three of our doctors came to your town in California and asked for participants. You went with them willingly."

I nod, trying to take this in. Is that where I know Scott from? Or was he from WICKED? I decide not to bring it up.

"You went through all three of the trials, and were successful, in a sense."

I stop, and Janson looks back at me with concern. "Was I the only one who had their memories taken?"

Rat-guy nods. "It was crucial for you, Thomas. The reason why, I can't tell you. You just have to trust me."

I think I do, but something about Janson just rubs me the wrong way. Maybe it's just me being careful. After all, I have no memories of this guy. I don't know if I knew him before. I decide to confide in him.

"I trust you," I say, and offer a smile. Janson returns it. We continue down the hall.

As we walk, Rat-Man tells me more about the world, what memories were taken from me that I still need to know, and some other things. I listen, but all the while I still can't stop thinking about that name. Who is he? Was I close with him? Is he another doctor, or someone like Janson?

"Thomas?"

I jolt out of my thoughts. "Huh?"

"I asked you a question." Janson looks at me with confusion and worry.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat it?"

He sighs. "I asked if you wanted to see the lab?"

"Sure." I shrug.

***

The first thing I notice when we walk in is a blonde lady standing at the center console. She turns when we walk in, and smiles at me.

"Thomas," She says, and pulls me in for a quick hug. "I'm so glad you're safe."

I look to Janson, then back to her. "Forgive me, but do I know you?"

She glances at Janson before understanding fills her eyes. "I see. Well, Thomas, my name is Ava Paige. I am a doctor, as well as the founder of this organization."

My eyes widen. "Oh. It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Paige."

"Hmm," She hums. "So polite. So different from who you were before this."

I look again at Janson. He remains motionless. I meet Ava's eyes again. "Who was I before?"

The doctor doesn't answer my question. Instead, she says, "Janson, can you take Thomas to his room?"

He nods, and motions for me to follow. I obey. We exit the lab and walk down a different hallway than the one we walked through before. It takes us to a series of doors, and Hanson stops in front of the one at the end of the hall. Using a key card of some sort, the door dings before opening.

All that occupies the space is a bed, a table, and an adjoining bathroom. I quickly look around for anything else, finding nothing.

"Well," Janson says, making me turn. "This is where I leave you. I will be back to get you tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Thomas."

I nod. "Goodnight, Janson."

Once the door is closed, I go to the bed and lie down with a huff. I close my eyes, trying to wrap my head around what Janson has told me so far. Nothing seems to make sense, other than that one name. Scott. Who is he? How do I know him?

I try to think, but come up with nothing. I grunt, and try again. I think really hard; about the name, how I could know him, where I could know him from. Suddenly, I'm hit with another name.

Beacon Hills, California.

I gasp, and my eyes flash open. Beacon Hills. That name is so familiar. Did I live there? Janson said I was from California. That must have been my hometown. The more I think about it, the more I get the feeling that Scott is from there too.

I know who Scott McCall is. And I know where to find him.

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