Back Home Again

Back in Beacon Hills

Thomas POV:

Thomas turned away from the water and walked back to the camp. He found Minho and went up to the boy, and prepared himself to announce what he'd been meaning to say.

"Minho, I don't belong here. I got everyone killed. All of them were my fault. Everyone in the Glade, Maze, W.I.C.K.E.D., even the Scorch. Alby, Winston, Teresa, Newt, Chuck." Thomas stifled a sob. "I have to go before I cause too much trouble."

Minho looked over at Thomas in surprise. "But we did it, ya shank. We're safe from W.I.C.K.E.D. at last!" Thomas sighed, knowing he would have this conversation.

"Okay, fine man. It's not just that I've been getting everyone killed. It's one of the main reasons I'm leaving, but not the only one. I've been having these crazy, reoccurring dreams; not just about before the Maze, but before W.I.C.K.E.D. entirely. These weird dreams about my past friends and family. I-I think they're memories. I just- I want to go back home," Thomas finished.

Minho sighed looking over at his friends walking around in the sand, perfectly content in the newfound safe haven. "If you're leaving then I'm going too. But I can guarantee you they will want to come along too," Minho said, nodding over at the group.

Thomas started to protest, but it was futile. Minho had made up his mind, and that was that. Thomas new, all in all, he couldn't truly leave his friends behind, not after he'd already lost so many others. "Okay, well find Jorge then. We are going to need a ride."

Minho nodded. "I'll get everyone together."

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Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Gally, Aris, Sonya, Harriet, Brenda, and Jorge exited the Berg and turned down the path. Thomas could barely make out a sign in the distance that announced the name of the town: Beacon Hills. All of a sudden, Thomas started to get these flashbacks and memories that affirmed that they were in the right place. As they walked, Thomas noticed one of the most definite places in his memory. It was his old school, Beacon Hills High School. They kept going and Thomas another place that surfaced in his memory. It was an old sheriff's station that looked oddly familiar. 

"Hey guys wait up a sec! I want to go check this place out. I-I remember something about it!" He called up to his friends.

Thomas turned and walked up to the door. He grabbed the handle just as an older man exited the station. Thomas startled, but he vaguely recognized the man. The man apologized quickly and then looked up to see who it was he'd bumped in to. The man's eyes grew wide as saucers and he gaped up to Thomas.

Thomas jumped back a bit, startled by the man's reaction. "Um, I'm sorry sir. Have we, er, met before?" Thomas stuttered. The man just stared at him oddly, until he blurted a word.

"Stiles?" he asked

Thomas just stared at him.

"What the hell is a stiles?"

A/N: Hi guys, this is my first fanfiction I'm writing. Any suggestions would be great! I hope you all like it, and I promise to update soon!! Remember to like and comment! Unless it sucks bc it prob will lol!

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