Never Stop Running

S I X

3rd Person POV:

Okay, Scott was not okay with this idea. Not. At. All. Why would they trust the people that kidnapped his best friend and erased memories of his past life to use him as their servant? Why would they allow these people that sent his brother into a enclosed giant maze with ginormous death machines that actually killed people?

But here he was, sitting beside his parents, who were conversing quietly on which doctors should be present for the conduction of returning their memories. Melissa was dead set against this actually being able to happen, but Rafe was insisting that this operation was necessary.

"You're not actually going to let them poke around in my brain, are you?" Teresa demanded accusingly. She was sitting a bit too closely to Minho just to be friendly, but her back was ramrod straight. Her bright blue eyes were narrowed in slight suspicion, and Thomas comfortably linked his fingers with her, causing her gaze to soften when it shifts to her brother-like figure.

The four of them stiffly sat across the strangely tiled hallway from the family of McCalls. Melissa adjusted her eyes to the group, and the creases between her hairline and her eyebrows softened. "Teresa, we wouldn't do anything to you that you don't approve of. No worries, sweetie."

The two lines between Newt's eyebrows ceased slightly as he leaned more into Thomas' side. "So, why are you even letting them do it?" His faces resembled a child's instead of a seventeen-year-old boy that has been through more than they could ever imagine.

Scott looked over to his father, shrugging his shoulders as if encouraging him to answer that. Scott knew for sure that he was leaving that question alone. Rafe gave his son a light glare, trying to think of something to say to the young adults staring at them expectantly.

Lucky for him, he was interrupted by a female red head running down the hallway, a blond boy following close behind. The girl was shouting, "Stiles!" repeatedly, and Scott rose from his seat in a flash. At the sight of Scott, Jackson's eyes flashed a dangerous blue, but the clueless teens couldn't see past Scott's broad shoulders.

Under his breath, Newt muttered, "Bloody shuckin' hell, this guy must be popular." Scott barely held back a snort as he caught on to what he said. Thomas just rolled his eyes, lightly shoving his boyfriend in the side.

Scott placed a fake friendly front, but from the angle Thomas and his friends couldn't see from, his eyes were glowing a bright red. "Lydia! Jackson! How about we take a walk so I can catch you up?" His grin was so exaggerated that Minho rolled his eyes and stood from the exceedingly uncomfortable chair.

Lydia opened her bright red mouth to reply, but she was cut off by an annoyed Minho. His tan cheeks turned bright red, and his hands were coiled into fists. "Listen here, you incompetent shanks!" His face was red, and his friends quickly jumped to stand by his sides, Thomas and Newt immediately linking their fingers.

"Oh look at that," Thomas whispered in Newt's ear, "Min-Min used a big word." The right corner of his mouth rose slightly in a smirk, and Newt couldn't help but copy his action. The latter rolled his eyes at his boyfriend.

Newt poked him in the side and grumbled a, "Thomas, shut up," under his breath.

Lydia's gaze zeroed in on the boys' joined hands. "Wha-"

"We don't know who the shuck Stiles is, and let me assure you slintheads that Thomas isn't Stiles. He may have been, but he isn't anymore. So all of you here for Stiles, you might as well leave because he's gone, and he's not going to be the same anymore. None of us are," by the end, Minho's shouts had receded to a normal volume, just slightly hoarser. Teresa immediately reached out to comfort him, while Thomas was suddenly interested in his feet.

Scott and Jackson broke away from their intense staring contest to stare at the boy. Sure he had always been sassy, but never legitimately angry at anyone but himself and WICKED.

Then one of Agent McCall's associates ran down the hallway, followed by a family of Asian race. "Rafe, we found Minho's family," the woman panted, stepping aside to introduce the already confused boy to his family.

Scott stared curiously at the newcomers. "Kira, what are you doing here?"

She turned her curious gaze away from her long-lost brother. She locks eyes with Scott before gesturing back the teenager currently staring at her in utmost distrust and confusion. "I'm picking up my twin brother. Scott, what are you doing here?"

Scott turned his sad puppy eyes back to Thomas, who had began staring at Newt's fingers as the blond began playing with them. "I'm trying to get my best friend back."

Author's Note: I KNOW it's short, and I'm really sorry. So, I'm going to do my best to get another update in this weekend, maybe tomorrow? Until next time... :)