Stiles? Wait, hold up, my name's Thomas!

Chapter 2

A.N: Idk if I said this yet but from this part on there are major spoilers for season 4 of Teen Wolf and the Scorch Trials. So if you guys have not seen or read that, I suggest you stop reading now.

Major changes made in this story - Allison is alive and was possessed by the Nogitsune instead of Stiles, seeing as he was gone during that plot-point. Teresa died in the Scorch Trials. Stiles' dad still doesn't know about the supernatural.

Sooo on to the story

POV: STILES

So... I guess life is ok. My reunion with my dad went well. There were a lot of tears shed from both parts, for different reasons, I suppose. My dad was crying obviously out of relief. It had taken him a few months after my disappearance but he soon gave up hope and stopped searching. Until he got that call from the FBI, he had believed I was dead. Actually seeing me, however, must have been really emotional for him, having that visual confirmation.

I think I was crying... well, because I didn't know what else to do. I guess it was also relief on my part. Relief that I'm finally safe, that I'm not with W.I.C.K.E.D anymore, that the FBI was actually telling the truth and there are people out there that truly care about me. I mean, nobody could fake all of that emotion.

My dad and I hugged for a long time, both taking a while to process that this was really happening. The part that hurt the most, however, was how my memories remained blank. I guess I had this hope that by seeing him, I would immediately recognize him, that my memories would suddenly come flooding back. But to my disappointment, my memories remained unforgivingly blank. The scariest part was that if I didn't spend all that time memorizing his face and studying him, I wouldn't even have recognized. I would've thought he was a random man, that I have no connection with him.

That also scares me. What if this is indeed a trick. What if W.I.C.K.E.D is testing me again, what if someone really could generate enough raw emotion to trick even us Gladers, who have been through more than you can even imagine? Surely, if this was my dad, I should have felt some connection to him. But then I realize that I fit perfectly in his arms as if we've hugged many times in the past... since I was a little boy. I felt safe in his arms. Looking around the house behind him, I didn't recognize anything either, but somehow I knew exactly where to go to get a glass of water, where the washroom is, even where my room is.

I knew for sure when my dad pulled away, kissed me on the forehead and said,

"Welcome home, Stiles." Even though I had just met the man in front of me, I could tell he was my dad, just from the sheer joy and love he showed, the kind I can never remember seeing.

Then the moment was finished when Scott barreled into me with a bear hug. He squeezed me tighter than should be humanly possible. I couldn't help but laugh when he finally released me and put his arms on my shoulders. He began to speak so fast, I could barely keep up.

"Dude, I'm so glad you're finally back! There are so many things you've missed, we've all missed you so much! Where've you been, the FBI and my dad refused to tell us anything, dude I literally just cannot believe it, like-"

"Alright Scott, let a man breathe," my dad finally interjected, which I could not have been more grateful for. Scott apologized then pulled me in for another hug. I couldn't stop smiling. Although I have no memories of these people, this seemed right. I find myself bursting to tell Scott everything, to pester my dad for any cool new cases, this weird hyperactive energy I haven't felt for a long time waiting to burst out of me. I truly felt like Stiles, for the first time in what seemed like forever. But before I could do anything, the FBI man interrupted.