Thomas Stilinski

7

They then explained that none of them could remember their pasts and that now his name was Minho, at This Minho's mum, had tears in her eyes and his dad had reached out to Minho holding him by the shoulders with a sad look before crushing him in a hug and telling him he was still their boy even if he didn't remember them.

Minho told them about Newt. They both looked happy for the three patting them all on the shoulder and smiling widely, if a bit stiffly when they recoiled from a hug.

When they left Minho's parents pulled him into one last hug.

"Remember if you need us we will be there for you my dear son," Minho gave them a smile before leaving the room.

McCall pointed at a third room and gave them a strained smile.

"Brenda your dad is in there," she just nodded at him pulling Jorge along with her as she entered the room, Frypan followed after them.

Thomas grabbed both Minho's and Newts hands interlocking their fingers together and then following.

Inside the room was a man about mid to late thirties. He was staring at floor arms resting on his knees as sat in one of the chairs the room held. Thomas felt sorrow and sympathy start to build in the pit of his stomach as he recognises the look the man had the same look they all had, the look that said he'd seen more than 1 person he loved die and he blamed himself for it.

He tensed up slightly as they entered slowly looking up at them. He stood when he Brenda taking a step forward, as the look on his face melted away replaced with the shock, disbelief, and happiness the others had shown.

But there was something else there that Thomas couldn't recognize, he glanced over to Newt (he was always better at reading emotions than the rest of them) to see if he'd picked up on it too. Newt, feeling his eyes on him turn to look at him, he gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand twice, a sign that they would talk late.

Thomas nodded at him slightly and then did the same to Minho's hand the other then tightened his grip in a show of acknowledgment.

"Elisa... I.. we thought we lost you forever, your.. your... mum s..she never gave up hope never not even when..." he trailed off just staring at her in shock.

"I don't remember you I'm sorry they took our memory and gave us fake ones and new names." Trust Brenda to keep herself calm in a time like this.

Jorge placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it in comfort.

"Um.....dad this is Jorge he found me when I was a kid and raised me," the man locked eyes with him holding out a hand.

Jorge met it shaking it quickly and then dropping it.

"Thank you for looking out for her," Jorge nodded at him.

"You better be amigo I was tempted to throw her to the cranks more than once," Brenda elbowed him in the side as their group smiled at the exchange.

"These four idiots are my brothers-" she pointed at fry "-that's Frypan he can cook to an extent-" he throws her a playful glare and grin, "-the idiot with way too many muscles is Minho-" he let go of Thomas' hand to flex slightly, he didn't have to look at Newt to know he was rolling his eyes "-idiot number two is Thomas-" he glared at her like frypan had "- and that's their babysitter Newt," Newt laughed then.

"I prefer the term boyfriend but that's probably more bloody actuate," he turned to him faking hurt as Minho gasped and wrapped his arms around Thomas.

"Well your not getting cuddles tonight mister,"

"Good you hog the bed anyway," Minho gasped again leaning more on Thomas making him bend forward slightly.

"Did you hear that Thomas he said I hog the bed can you believe that??!"

He smirked at Newt.

"Well he's not wrong," Minho shoved him slightly turning to cling to Frypan.

"Do you see this Fry betrayed by my own boyfriend," Frypan held his hands up.

"Don't drag me into this,"

Minho then stomped into the corner pouting at his partner and friends.

"I hate you all,"

"Min can you stop with the temper tantrum we'll have enough of those in a few months,"

"I'll teach her how to be the best at them then,"

They all rolled their eyes at him turning back to Brenda's dad who looked neutral but was shifting slightly back and forth showing he was uncomfortable.

"Elisa you said they gave you a new name?" She nodded at him.

"Yeah Brenda," he smiled then in slight amusement.

"You know we debated calling you that when you were born, your mother was dead against it. She put her hair dye into my shampoo for a month till I changed my mind,"

"That's where she shucking gets it from!" Thomas poked Minho in his side grinning at him whilst Brenda glared at him.

A knock then sounded and McCall walked in.

"Sorry, Mr. Argent but they need to come with us to go over a few rules and be taken to their new home,"

They looked at each other and shrugged walking out the door.

"Brenda wait for just a second," he pulled something from his coat pocket holding it out to her.

"This has been in our family for a generation" she took it and glancing over Thomas saw that it was a pendant.

Looking at it made his head hurt for some reason. He shook his head joining the others outside, his dad and brother were there along with Minho's parents they were avoiding looking at each other for some reason, maybe Minho's sister was one of stiles old friends?

"Right Noah I need you to sign some paperwork after we take you guys to your new house," he then walked outside as they followed him once again, Thomas wrapped an arm around Newt rubbing his side as they walked.

Minho walked in front of them glancing back to smile at them.

Once outside they took a moment to look around, it was one thing to see the real world from a window but to be in it, to see trees, to feel actual cold air in the day time, to see people that weren't going to try to kill them the first chance they had.

For the first time, they felt truly free like they were finally away from Wicked.