Back Home Again

Who's the Redhead?

Thomas POV:

"I-I'm sorry sir, but I know you don't I? And this word you keep saying-stiles- I remember that too. I- please sir, I don't remember anything. Could you please help me?" Thomas tried to explain to the man.

The man looked up at him. "You- you're Stiles. Where did you go?" he gasped.

"No sir, you must be confused. I- My name is Thomas. I don't . . ." Thomas trailed off as he gathered himself. "Sir, are you sure I am Stiles? I don't have any old memories of my past self, but I do remember you, this town, and that word does seem familiar to me," Thomas tried to explain.

"It is you! You are Stiles, I am sure! Oh thank God! Where did you go?!" the man made a choked noise between a laugh and a sob.

Suddenly Thomas was hit with a rampage of memories; some blurry and unfocused, some clear as glass. He saw it all, as if he were watching a movie through someone else's eyes. Thomas stumbled over with a gasp, and grasped at his head as the world blurred around him. He saw a girl with wavy, strawberry-blonde hair. He saw a boy with a crooked jaw and dark brown hair. He saw- the moon? And fangs? He shook off the images and dove into another round of memories. 

The memories seemed to continue like that for hours for Thomas, but, in reality, it only lasted for a couple of minutes. Once the memories stopped coming, Thomas looked up shakily. His friends had come up behind him, the old man was in the same spot, and Minho was shaking Thomas. All of this was tuned out, though. Thomas couldn't even process much of what had happened. As he stared up at the man, a smile slowly spread onto his face. It grew and grew until his face hurt.

"Dad!"

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After Thomas was reunited with his father he went straight home. In their driveway was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. There stood a bright blue jeep with a shiny windshield, and a cozy interior. His friends just stared at him as he ran up and literally hugged the car.

"What the shuck are you doing?" Minho asked. "You do realize that is a car, right?" He looked over at the others. "It is a car. Right?" The others all nodded in affirmation.

Thomas turned around and looked around at his father and friends. "Okay, so my name was Stiles, I had a Jeep, and I went to . . .  Beacon Hills High School?" Thomas asked.

Thomas's dad nodded and then started, "Oh of course! What about all of your friends?! They have all but lost it!"

Thomas looked over at his new friends, and then nodded. "Well, I do remember some of them. Scott, Derek, and a couple others. I remember some guy who had a dumb scarf, but those are the main ones."

Minho just looked at him. "Hey man, are you sure you are feeling okay? First, you doubled over from memories, then you hugged a shucking Jeep, and now you are complaining about some shank in a scarf. Do you need an aspirin or something?" he snickered.

Thomas rolled his eyes at his friend. "Whatever you say Min. Dad, can you take me to my friends, please?"

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Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Gally, and Aris stepped out of the Jeep and walked up to where Thomas's dad was standing. 

"This is the McCall house. I already told Melissa- Scott's mom- that you would be coming, but I would be a little careful of going in there at first. Scott might be very surprised and . . ." Mr. Stilinski trailed off. He looked over at the large group behind him. "Just let Sti-Thomas go in first, okay. They will have a lot to, er, say."