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Stiles or Thomas?

For KrazyKat945

Not particularly Stiles but mentions of him plus he's Thomas so...

The door opened an FBI agent from earlier entered carrying a file. "Alright Stiles Stilinski" he dropped the folder on the metal table.

"What the shuck is a Stiles?" I asked, this guy had come up to the survivors claiming WICKED had made it all up and set the Gladers loose on a large property they owned. The man hugged me, telling me how I'd apparently been missing for three years and his son would be so happy to know I was alive. "I want to know where my friends are"

The man looked at me in shock. "Don't worry about them, we're getting them home to their families, just like I'm going to do for you"

I groaned, glaring at the man. We'd been going over the same thing since they first brought us here. "I don't remember my family, how do I even know the people you're taking me to are my real family?" Taking a deep breath, I tried my best to calm myself down. "Look I don't know you, which means I don't trust you, WICKED has lied to us before so for all I know, you are them, which means we're trapped again"

The agent leaned against the table, his hands resting on the silver surface, I noted the presence of a gun holster under his jacket. "We want to help, you were taken and put under extreme pressure, something our doctors think is the cause of your memory loss, your name is Stiles Stilinski, you were born in Beacon Hills and your father is the sheriff there. My son is your best friend, practically your brother."

"If he was so important to me, why don't I even remember his name?" I shouted, feeling a little frustrated. This guy wouldn't give up. "The Gladers and I have been surviving on our own for a while, why can't you people just leave us alone?"

A knock on the door interrupted whatever agent man was about to say. A woman stuck her head through the cracked door. "We've got a problem"

"What happened?" Agent man asked in alarm.

"two of the other survivors escaped" she glanced at me, and then back to the agent.

"I can help" I stood. "They'll listen to me" agent man looked to me before hesitantly nodding.

I slipped past the woman who'd opened the door wider and immediately started to run, hoping to lose the government people, find the Gladers and get out of there.

"Thomas" my head snapped to the side, at the end of a hallway I was about to pass, Newt and Minho stood there. They frantically gestured for me to follow them. 

"What's going on, what about the rest of the Gladers?" I asked, running toward them.

"Don't know, we all got separated, you and Minho are the first people I've found" Newt shrugged.

"We need to get out of here, these slintheads are all WICKED" Minho warned, pointed toward a group of armed guards that rounded the corner.

Nodding in agreement, I took the lead, doing my best to navigate the white hallways that all looked the same.

I don't know if it was dumb luck or what, but we eventually found a door, making it out in enough time to narrowly miss the guards.

We ran well into the forest, making our way to the first light we saw. It was dim, and the sign it was pointed towards was completely unreadable, but it gave us enough cover to hide from WICKED and sleep it off.

"What did they tell you?" Newt asked, breaking the silence as we leaned against the wooden sign.

I laughed. "They tried to convince me my real name was Stiles or something"

"What the klunk is a Stiles?" Minho looked at me.

I shrugged. "That's what I asked, apparently my family gave it to me, I didn't believe them for a second"

"We should get some rest, I don't like how close we are to their base, but we can't run very well in the dark" Newt sat a few feet in front of us, leaning against a tree.

...

The sun woke me up, usually this would be the time we'd get up to go into the maze, looking to my left, Minho was on the lookout, and Newt looked as if he just woke up.

"Check it out" Minho caught our attention, pointing toward the sign. "Maybe they'll have food?"

Rolling my eyes, the name finally clicked in my brain. "Wait, that agent dude said I was from here" I jerked my head in the direction of the town. "Still think we should go there? What if it's controlled by WICKED?"

"I say we go, if it is, it's not a fight we haven't had before, and if it isn't, we might find your family Thomas" Newt put his hands on his hips.

Minho nodded in agreement, so we started running toward Beacon Hills, hoping maybe we'd find some sort of haven there, if not, we'd run again.