Never Stop Running

F O U R

3rd Person POV

The boys were weak, yes, but that didn't mean that they weren't on the same page. Thomas, Newt, and Minho shared secret glances during Agent McCall's speech, coming up with a plan. The boys behind them were informed by small hand signals behind the Thomas' back when they had the chance. The FBI seemed pretty legit to be saving them, and some of the boys were hesitant on running away from that. But Thomas? He had known the inner workings of WICKED, and that meant there was always a trick. This could just be another test for their brain patterns, as Teresa explained.

It took minutes. The soldiers that were accompanying Rafe slowly made their way toward the group of boys, and Thomas did a countdown from three to one with his fingers before they were gone. Surprisingly, all it took was a bash to the side for Rafe, a blow the head for one man, and a sweep under the feet to the other man. They weren't sure where they were going, but Minho had a mental mapping of the complex, and he could find which entrance the FBI used to force their way in.

Never. Stop. Running. Funny, that was some of the best advice that was given to him in the Glade, and it was definitely helping him out now. Thomas didn't know who these people were, and they can't blame him for not trusting easily. It scared him. In fact, it terrified him- all of them- that everything was so unknown. Sure, Thomas had a few flashbacks of working with Teresa at WICKED, but he knew nothing about his life before the corporation took over his life. But whoever these people were, that wanted to take Thomas back to his life before WICKED, he wasn't sure if he wanted to go back. So with that thought, the shouts of FBI agents reverberating down the tiled walls, and his fellow Gladers by his side, his conscience repeated the same three words Minho had beat into his brain after a few days in the Glade: Never stop running.

Unfortunately, the FBI had thought again, most probably assuming that there was no way the Gladers, who had been through so much for their age, would easily trust them, after being fooled by WICKED so many times over.

Darts filled with sedatives flew down from the airborne helicopter, and one by one, the boys fell. Thomas, Minho, and Newt stood in a defiant line as the darts stopped.

"Stiles! You don't need to do this! We just want to take you home. Scott misses you, and so does Lydia, Allison, even Derek misses you. We want to bring you back to Beacon Hills!" Rafe McCall showed emotion, strange enough. His eyes held unshed tears, and his bottom lip trembled as he watched his son's best friend stare at him with utter fear and distrust. Rafe was used to confronting a sarcastic Stiles, but the boy in front of him was terrified. It cause pain to Rafe's heart. Sure, he wasn't all too fond of the kid when he found himself in the middle of crime investigations, but he was definitely growing on him. Not to mention Scott had been a mess without his best friend, his brother.

Thomas just stared at the man for a brief moment before yelling over the wind. He choked on the blowing dust, but it didn't bother him as much as it should have. "I don't know who Stiles is, or any of the other people or places you said. I'm sorry, and I hope you can find who you're looking for and bring him home. But please, leave me alone!" Thomas was overwhelmed, so overwhelmed, and he didn't know what else to do. His knees would have given out on him if Minho wasn't supporting his weight, and Newt wasn't tightly clasping onto his hand.

Newt's eyes narrowed at the pain that was caused by Agent McCall, who claimed to be saving all of them. "Look, how about you leave Tommy alone? We haven't done anything to you, and I assure you that we'll be fine walking ourselves to the nearest civilization," he attempted to bargain.

Minho looked around, finally realizing how hopeless this was as men surrounded them from all sides. "Hey you shanks, it's over." His voice was low, but Thomas heard it and stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Min, it doesn't have to be over. We could make it to those windows over there and be gone. It doesn't have to be like this," Thomas said, but the weakness his body expressed betrayed him. He wanted to hard to stand tall and strong, but he had nothing left to give. His body was exhausted, and he found himself begging for rest.

Newt sighed, looking between his best friend, his boyfriend, and his fellow Gladers being hauled into a nearby helicopter. "I don't want to give in, but those are our friends, Tommy. We need to go with them. If not for us, then for our friends' wellbeings." He ran his free hand through Thomas' messy hair, and the latter slowly agreed, thinking about all of those that should be with him right now: Chuck, Alby, even Gally should get the chance to be free.

Then, a familiar brunette caught Thomas' eye, and he immediately perked up. "Teresa!" She straightened and paused her continuous thrashing to make eye contact with her friend.

"Thomas!" The boy ran for her, Newt and Minho immediately at his side.

Rafe watched this exchange before regretfully motioning for the boys to be grabbed and sedated, as well as Teresa. The group dropped limply in the soldiers' arms, and everyone was brought to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital for their check ups. 

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3rd Person POV

Scott stared at the boy in front of him, completely frozen.

This only seemed to anger Thomas even more though, as he roughly shoved past Scott and trailed down the hall, yelling for his friends.

Scott stared at his father accusingly, who was staring after the boy. "What the hell, Dad? Why didn't you tell me Stiles was back?" The situation finally dawned on him, and he felt tears gathering in his eyes. Rafe gave him an apologetic glance before rushing down the hall, following the poor, confused teenager

Melissa McCall brought her son into her arms, slowly and gently placing him in a chair. "Scott, I need you to calm down, and I'm going to do my best to explain it, okay?"

"You mean you kn-" Scott started, but his mother quickly cut him off with a sharp 'Scott!'

"Anyway, Stiles was found at an illegal organization that your father went in to rescue all of those people. The leader of sorts hasn't been found, and everyone is doing what they can to find her. We just confirmed that it was Stiles about an hour ago, so your father wasn't aware yet. However, he obviously doesn't have his memories, and he demands that we call him Thomas. We've called all of the top-rated neurologists from around the world to assess this, but until then we need you to do your best to act like you've never met him before. Scott, this may physically be your best friend from five years ago, but mentally? He's mentally scarred; he's had to experience things most people don't experience in a lifetime. I need you to understand that, can you do that?" Melissa took Scott's hands as silent tears ran down both of their faces. Scott silently nodded and rested his head on her shoulder, despite the major height difference between them.

Meanwhile, Stiles found Newt's and Minho's room, and he would be lying if he said that he wasn't jealous that they shared a room. As soon as he found them, his shouts ceased after a final "Newt!" Then the brunette jumped onto his boyfriend with a relieved smile and a kiss on the lips.

"Get a room you nasty shanks!" Minho interrupted, but he was secretly happy to have the three of them together again. Thomas pulled away from Newt before settling beside him on the boy's hospital bed.

Newt whispered sweet nothings to his boyfriend as Thomas played with Newt's blond hair. His free hand was clasped with Newt's, and Minho began explaining what happened to the others.

"Most of them are already transferred back to their families, but they haven't found ours yet. Either that, or they found something really wrong with your klunk brain, and we're here for emotional support," Minho enunciated the words with utmost mockery, but Thomas just grinned. "Oh, and Teresa is still here, but she's been kind of violent, so she's been sedated only a few times already." Thomas let out a snort, and Newt just smiles lightly at him, tightening his grip around the boy.

Then, a tan boy knocked lightly on the open door before cautiously entering. "Hey, I'm Scott. So I hear you guys are new to Beacon Hills." A smile grew on his face, and the boys turned their attention toward him.

Author's Note: Double update because you guys are worth it :) Please continue to vote and comment! They encourage me to update more often, so yeah.