He had gone through hell. He had broken from a maze. He survived the Scorch Trials and made it to the Last City. And all those times, all those deaths, he had his friends by his side. His true friends. Minho, Newt, Aris, Sonya, Frypan, etc. He lost good persons too. Alby, Ben, George, Chuck, Winston, Teresa and Newt. Those names haunted his dreams. Their faces never left his mind.
He woke up screaming, feeling like a bus ran him over. And Minho was usually by his side, calming him down. And vice-versa. And when they got their memories back, it all came to him. He was never a normal teenager, he was friends with werewolves, fell in love with a banshee, almost died multiple times. And his name was Stiles. He knew everything. Scott, Allison, Lydia, Kira, Jackson, Liam, Isaac, all of their names came back with a memory.
But the memories faded, giving their place to other memories. Brenda in the sun, Jorge gambling, Aris laughing, Minho running, Teresa kissing him and Newt smiling at him. And he knew that he was supposed to feel closer to the others, they used to be best friends and he had gone through deep shit with them too. But he didn't feel that way. He felt...neutral, he didn't disliked them but didn't like them.
They were strangers. People that he once knew, people that took him for granted. Stiles Stilinski was a skinny, defenceless, human kid that was left out by his...group of friends. He remembered Derek Hale called him a pathetic human and that he was dead weight for...his group. And that made his blood boiled.
But the Maze, the Scorch and the Last City changed him. He was no longer defenceless, he was no longer skinny, he was no longer sarcastic. No, he was dangerous, he was smart, he was brave and he saw more than Scott McCall's friends saw. He survived the Scorch, against the odds. He figured out the Maze, against the odds. He destroyed the Last City, against the odds. And while his 'friends' saved Beacon Hills, he saved the world.
There were things that he would never understand but the one thing that he knew by heart was:
Stiles was dead.
Thomas was alive.
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My True Pack.
Fanfiction"You have two choices, alright? Either you gain my trust. Thomas's trust or you dwell on the fact that Stiles Stilinski is dead." "Sti-" "That's no longer who I am, Scott. You have your pack, mine is incomplete. We need to find Newt." "Why?" "Becau...
