-Time skip to after school and their at their house-
Thomas POV
After our first full day at school we were all back at the house in the living room. We told Jorge and Brenda about our day and Jorge laughed. "Hey Brenda you should really join them at this school." Brenda shook her head. "No way I already know everything I need to know." Minho raised an eyebrow. "Oh yea like what?" She smirked. "I know how to kick your ass."
Jorge burst out laughing and so did I. "Oh yea?" Minho challenged. "No fighting in this house if you two shanks want to go fight you do it outside!" Newt said.
Minho and Brenda looked at each other before standing up. "Let's go outside then." Brenda gave Minho a creepy smile before following him outside. Jorge stood up as well. "Now this reminds me of the Safe Haven." He said while heading outside.
I stood up pulling Newt up as well. A knock at the door makes me groan. "Tommy It's probably your dad." I nod knowing he's probably right since no one knows where we live aside from my...dad and the FBI guy.
Newt pulls me into a hug which I return. "Go get to know your dad ok? We'll still be here." I hear a crash outside followed by Brenda swearing. Newt thinks for a moment before adding. "We will all still be here in one piece." I smile.
There's another knock at the door. "Go Tommy!" I give him one last look. "I'll only be gone an hour or two I promise." He nods and goes outside.
I head to the door and slowly pull it open. My dad was standing there looking a little worried but some of the worry fades from his eyes when he sees me. "Hey S-Thomas." I rub my neck awkwardly. "Uh hey."
" I was wondering if you would come back to the house just for a little while...It'll give us a chance to get to know each other again if you wanted." I find myself nodding and his smile grows. "Great follow me?" "Yea ok." He walks down the driveway and I see a police car sitting there.
He gets into the drivers seat and I slowly open the passenger side door before climbing in. The drive is silent and I can tell my dad wants to say something he just doesn't know how to say it. I finally decide I can't take the silence anymore. "So say whatever your thinking." he gives me a quick side glance. "It's just...your so different, your not the same kid who went missing a year ago." I nod my head.
What was I like before the maze?
I don't say anything else but the longer I'm in the car the more my anxiety grows. It's not like Bertha, Bertha there were no windows and it was all open. This car is a small confined space and I don't like it. I smile at the memory of Jorge taking Bertha from Marcus and the excitement in his eyes when he sat down behind the wheel.
We pull up at a house which I assume is where he lives and where I used to live. I exit the car first and take a look at the house. "Does any of it look familiar to you?" I shake my head. "No...no sorry." He nods before walking up the steps and opening the door.
I slowly follow him but I stop in the doorway. He looks back. "You can come in Thomas." I slowly take a step into the house and then another. I close the door behind me but I'm automatically on alert and tense.
I follow where my dad went and see he's in a kitchen. I take a look around and notice pictures on the fridge. I take a step forward and take one of the pictures off the fridge. It's a picture of me and Scott from a lacrosse game. Why was I in a picture with Scott? "Why am I in this picture with Scott?" My dad turns around and sees what picture I'm holding. "You two are best friends, inseparable since you two were four years old." I nod my head slightly. "Oh." I place the photo back onto the fridge.

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I'm not Stiles anymore. I'm Thomas. Maze Runner X Teen Wolf
FanfictionI DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS ALL CREDITS GO TO JAMES DASHNER AND JEFF DAVIS! DON'T READ IF YOU HAVEN'T READ/WATCHED ALL MAZE RUNNER MOVIES OR TEEN WOLF SEASON 3 AND UP! (ON HOLD) When Stiles disappeared after his argument with Scott, the pac...