Forgotten Memories [A TW/TMR Fanfiction]

21. Forgotten Memories

SCOTT POV

I watch as Lydia struggles out of Stiles's arms, her lips pursed, trying to conceal the scream. She only gets about two steps away from Stiles before the piercing sound escapes her lips.

I cover my ears, my Alpha hearing sensitive to her scream. I see Stiles do the same, but his face contorts in agony. The sound dies after a few seconds, but his hands remain clamped. He finally releases them, and I see blood trickle out of both ears.

"Stiles?" I question. Before I can get to him, he collapses, his body angling to the ground. His head hits the stump of the Nemeton, and his eyes roll back in his head.

Lydia's knees buckle, and Parrish is there to catch her. I rush towards my best friend, immediately grabbing his arms. "Stiles! Wake up! Stiles!"

Deaton comes over as well, and checks his pulse. "His heart rate is too slow. He going into shock or something."

Tears form in my eyes. "Stiles, come on, man. Please wake up! STILES!"

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STILES POV

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"We know what lives in this town, True Alpha. But we need a human volunteer."

I look up. "I'll do it."

Scott gasps. "Stiles, no!"

I turn to him. "I'm the only human in the pack. I'm the only one who can. And," I look back to the doctors. "If it helps them find a cure, I want to do it."

Dr. Johnson smiles, and steps forward. "Well...Stiles was it? We must get going then."

I nod, and turn back to my friends. "I'll be fine, guys. Don't worry. I'll be back before you know it."
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"Thomas!" Teresa yells, but I'm being pulled away from her. I try to fight against the guards, but they are too strong. They stop me in front of Ava once we are in the hall.

"Guess what, Stiles?" She says menacingly. "Time to start your first Trial."

I feel a prick in my neck, and everything goes black.
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•-MAZE RUNNER EXCERPT
He wanted to scream, run until he could run no more. He made it to the East Door and sprinted through it, out of the Glade. Kept going, through corridor after corridor, deep into the heart of the Maze, rules or no rules. But he couldn't escape the voice.

It was you and me, Tom. We did this to them. To us.
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•-SCORCH TRIALS EXCERPT
An odd expression came over Newt's face. One of hesitation. Or dread. Like he didn't want to tell Thomas what the tattoo said. "Well?"

"You're subject A-two," Newt answered. The he lowered his eyes.

"And?" Thomas pushed.

Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says...'To be killed by Group B.'"
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•-DEATH CURE EXCERPT
The door swung open and Thomas turned just I time to see a frantic-looking woman announce, "A Berg arrived with a delivery, but it was a trick to get people inside--they're trying to take over the main building this very second."

Janson's response almost stopped Thomas's heart.

"Looks like we need to hurry and get this procedure started. Christensen, put him under."
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The sound of a bullet being shot fills the air. Before I can react, a searing pain erupts in my shoulder. I cry out, and fall to the ground. Brenda gasps, and tries to help me, but is pulled away by a guard.

"Thomas!" Minho yells, but I'm so overcome with pain I can't look to him. I try to move, and wince when the pain intensifies.

I'm being hauled to my feet and I cry out again. Janson laughs. "Not so tough now, are you Thomas?"

I meet his eyes, and see a smirk on his face. He walks back to the Flat Trans, and the two guards holding me up drag me with him.

"Thomas!" Minho yells, and I try to look back. I see both Min and Brenda, being held back by guards. Brenda's eyes are full of tears, begging for them to leave me.

It's the last thing I see before I'm pulled through the Flat Trans.
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***

I gasp, jolting awake.

My arms flail for a minute before someone holds them down. I let out short breathe, trying desperately to get oxygen into my lungs. My eyes go in and out of focus, and I can't pinpoint who and what is around me.

My mind is so cramped with new-found thoughts--I can't focus on anything.

"Stiles..." The voice sounds far away. "Stiles!"

I squeeze my eyes closed, and reopen them. I finally realize where I am. Scott and Deaton are hovering over me, while Lydia and Parrish stand off to the side. Lyds is sickly pale; she doesn't look to good.

"Is she okay?" Are the first words that come out of my mouth. "Lydia?"

She focuses on me, and lets out a small smile, but it's more of a grimace.

I look back to my best friend standing over me. "Scott?"

He sighs in relief. "You're okay."

"I remember." It comes out as a small whisper, but I know he heard it when I see his expression. "I remember everything."

Scott's eyes fill with puddles of tears. "W-what?"

"I remember. I remember volunteering for the Trials, getting a new name, being placed in the Maze with no recollection of who I was before; I remember the Scorch, meeting Brenda and Jorge, and--" My breath hitches. "Forgetting all over again."

I meet Scott's eyes. "I remember being tortured by Janson, escaping through a little AC vent, and walking for miles to find you. All I was left with was one name, and that was yours. I knew I needed to find you. And I did."

Tears are streaming down my face. "Scott, I remember everything."

The Alpha lets out a cry of happiness, and envelopes me in a hug that reminds me so much of what I had forgotten. How could I ever forget Scott?

"I missed you, bud," Scott says in my ear.

A small sob escapes my lips. "I missed you too."

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Thank you so much for reading!

Okay, so probably an Epilogue and another chapter left. Not sure yet. Sadly, there will be no sequel or anything for this story. I'm gonna try and work on one story for the time being, that one being the sequel to One Less Stilinski.

Stay tuned for the next chapter!

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