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Thomas lay in the hospital bed, tapping his fingers against the arm rest. He knew he should have felt relieved, happy even, but all he felt was confused.

All he wanted was to be with Minho and Newt, but apparently he was about to meet his real family. Immediately after they'd escaped the maze they were rescued and taken to the nearest hospital. They patched them up, fed them, and let them sleep.

It was nice, but after they woke up a doctor came to tell Thomas they'd tracked down his real family. Apparently his real name was some really weird word he could barely remember, but everyone called him Stiles. Which was weird, what kind of name is Stiles? He doesn't feel like Stiles, he feels like Thomas.

His other concern was Newt and Minho, apparently Newt's family was dead and they couldn't track down Minho's family. So they didn't have anywhere to go, no one to tell them who they are, they still didn't even know who they really are. As soon as he got this information he tried to convince the doctors to let him go see Newt, but they wouldn't let him. He hated being away from Newt for so long. Newt had been by his side since he woke up in the box, and the boys had grown close. Like really close. Like sleeping in the same bed and making out in dark corners close. Everyone in the Glade knew about their relationship, there were a lot of relationships within the Glade, but Thomas wasn't quite sure how his real family would react to his and Newt's relationship.

A doctor knocked on his door and came into the room. "Stiles?" she asked, and Thomas flinched at the name. The doctor made an apologetic face and said "I'm sorry, I know you prefer Thomas. Anyways your father and brother are here to see you, do you want me to let them in?"

Thomas nodded. "Sure" he said as he tried to keep his voice calm and hide how scared he was.

The doctor turned and said something to someone in the hallway. A moment later a man in a police uniform and a teenage boy about Thomas's age walked in the room. The doctor gave Thomas a reassuring nod and said "I'll give you guys a minute." She walked out of the room and closed the door.

Thomas stared at the men, not sure what to say. Apparently, it didn't matter because they both ran to him and hugged him. "Stiles!" the teenage boy said. "I missed you so much!"

"Uh- yea" Thomas said.

They pulled away from the hug and stared at him. The older man, who he assumed was his dad, smiled at him. "I'm sorry, I know your memory is fuzzy" he said.

"You're my dad?" he asked, and the man nodded. He glanced at the boy. "You're my brother?"

The boy scratched the back of his neck. "Uh no. I lied so I could come see you. I'm your best friend, but we're basically brothers. We're really close."

Thomas nodded. "What's your name?" he asked.

The boy looked like he'd just been punched. "You don't remember?"

Thomas bit his lip. "I'm sorry" he said.

The boy shook his head. "It's okay" he said "I'm Scott McCall." Scott looked like he was on the verge of tears, and Thomas wanted to comfort him.

"Well, if we were that close I'm sure my memories will come back" he said even though he didn't really believe it. The doctors said they couldn't give him his memory back, and there was a very slim chance he would regain memories at some point.

Scott smiled. "Good" he said.

His dad spoke up next. "Do you feel like going home, Stiles?" he asked. "Your room's waiting at home if you're ready."

Thomas nodded. "Um, yea I guess" he said. "Um, can I ask you something?"

"Course" they both said.

"Well two of my friends, from inside the maze, they uh- don't have families to go home too. They're guna be taken to foster care and I was just wondering-"

"Of course they can stay with us" his dad said, and Thomas smiled. This guy seems okay, he thought.

"Thanks" he said. "Dad" he added as an afterthought. His dad's face lit up when he called him that, and Thomas couldn't help but smile.

"I'll go talk to whoever I need to so we can bring these boys home with us, what're their names?" his dad asked.

"Newt and Minho" Thomas said.

"Strange names" his father said and Thomas glanced at him.

"You apparently named me Stiles" he said. Scott let out a laugh, and Thomas felt a smile creep onto his own face.

A few hours later, he, Newt, Minho, his father, and Scott were piled into a car. They were a couple hours from home, so that meant a long crowded car ride full of awkward silence. He was in the back seat, crammed between Newt and Minho. "Where do you live again?" Thomas asked.

"We live in Beacon Hills" Scott said. "There's a lot of people who are anxious to see you. A lot people missed you."

"Really?" he asked. The idea excited him, but he felt kind of bad considering Newt and Minho had no one to return to.

"Yea" Scott said "my mom really wants to see you. So do Lydia, Liam, and Kira. Not to mention your girlfriend Malia" he said.

The last part hung in the air. "Girlfriend?" he asked "I have a girlfriend?"

"Sure do" Scott said "she's kind of crazy, but you seemed to like her."

Thomas glanced at Newt, who was staring out the window with an angry expression."That's just shucking fantastic" Thomas mumbled.

"What?" Scott asked.

"Nothing" he said "so- uh- where's my mom?"

A tension filled the car. "She passed away when you were young" his dad said. Despite that he couldn't remember her, he still felt the loss. He'd had to deal with so much loss lately, he could hardly keep it together. He felt Newt reach over and take his hand.

A moment later, they pulled into a driveway. "Is this where we live?" he asked.

"Sure is" his father said as they got out of the car. They walked into the house and Thomas glanced around. It didn't seem real. After living in the Glade for so long, it was almost ridiculous to casually walk into such a nice house. "Your room is upstairs" his dad said "if you want to go change before we have everyone over."

"Uh actually dad, I'm kind of tired. Is it alright if we just go to sleep?" he asked.

His dad and Scott both looked a little hurt, but they nodded. "Yea, sure" his dad said.

Thomas forced a smile and nodded at Scott. "I'll bring over everyone tomorrow, alright?" Scott asked.

"Yea, good that" Thomas said, and Scott made a weird face at the Glader slang, but he didn't say anything.

"We're guna head up to bed" Thomas said as he, Minho, and Newt headed the stairs. He stopped at he bottom of the stairs and turned to his dad. "Um.. goodnight dad" he added, even though it felt awkward.

His dad was wearing a pained expression. "Goodnight Stiles" he said.

"Uh- actually dad, would you mind calling me Thomas?" he asked, but his dad looked like he'd just punched him in the face. "J-just for a few days, ya know while I adjust to all of this."

His dad nodded. "Uh sure" he said "goodnight... Thomas"

"Goodnight" Thomas said before walking up the stairs. He followed voices to a bedroom. When he got in there, he found Minho and Newt staring at a bulletin board type thing, but it was clear. It was also covered in clippings and red threads connecting things. "What the shuck?" Thomas asked.

"Shuck if I know Tommy" Newt said.

"Apparently you were very interested in werewolfs before the maze" Minho said "you were also a nerd."

Thomas scowled. "Slim it" he said. He glanced around the room, it was so strange. His room made him look like a normal teenager, which was a strange idea for him. He shook his head. "I can't deal with this" he mumbled "I'm going to sleep."

He crawled into bed and glanced at Newt, who was staring at him with his arms crossed. Thomas rolled his eyes. "Come on, Newt" he said as he reached out his hand in Newt's direction.

Newt raised his eyebrows. "You sure your girlfriend would be happy about that?" he asked.

Thomas groaned. "Slim it, will you?" he said. "Just get into bed."

"Stop your bickering and go to sleep" Minho said as he grabbed a pillow and blanket before collapsing onto the ground. Thomas stared at Newt for a while before Newt gave in and crawled into bed with Thomas.

There was yet another awkward silence before Thomas said, "This is really weird."

Minho snorted. "Ya think?" he said "but your dad was nice to let us come here. Uh- thanks for that by the way."

"Don't thank me" Thomas said "I wanted you guys here. It's weird being shoved back into the normal world with a normal family and... I'm just glad you guys are here." Thomas curled up next to Newt and spooned him.

Newt grabbed onto Thomas's hand and squeezed it tight. "Me too, Tommy" he said as he yawned. "I'm bloody exhausted."

"Me too" Minho said, and there was a brief silence before he added "no hanky panky between you two while I'm on the floor."

Thomas laughed. "Slim it will ya?" he said, and Minho made some type of grunt in response. He nuzzled his face into the crook of Newt's neck, and eventually fell asleep.