Newt and Thomas lay side by side with their foreheads pressed together as they had so many times in the Glade. His dad had just told them about a surgery to remove a device in their brains that would give them their memories back. "What are you thinking?" Thomas asked.

Newt closed his eyes and let out a long breath. "I don't know" he said "I... I don't think I'm going to do it."

"Really?"

"Yea" Newt said "my family's dead, what do I have to remember? I think... I think I'd rather stay here with you and remain oblivious."

Thomas lifted his hand to Newt's cheek and rubbed his thumb back and forth. "That's okay with me" he said.

Newt smiled. "So, you're going to do it then?" he asked.

"I think I have to" Thomas said "me being here and not remembering everyone... You see how much it hurts them. I need to remember everything. Everyone."

"What if..." Newt started, but then he shook his head slightly and shut his mouth.

"Newt" Thomas said "just tell me what you're thinking."

Newt sat up and scratched the back of his neck. "What if you get your memory back and you like Stiles better than Thomas?" he asked.

"Newt-"

"No, Tommy. I mean it" he defended "what if suddenly Scott's your best friend again and you realize you like this bloody Malia girl, or Lydia or even shucking Derek."

Thomas reached out and put a hand on Newt's shoulder to pull him back down to him. "Don't be ridiculous" he said "there's no way that's going to happen. Yes, I'll probably get closer to Stiles's friends when I get my memory back, but there's no shucking way I'm going to just bail on you."

"Why bloody not?" Newt said "you bailed on Malia awfully quick."

"Newt, that's not fair" he said.

Newt sighed and rubbed his temples. "Yea Tommy I know" he mumbled. "I'm sorry."

"Look," Thomas said "I promise you I'm not going to bail when I get my memory back. Okay? I promise you we're staying together."

Newt gave him a small smile before pecking him on the lips. "Good that" he mumbled against Thomas's lips.

"Good that" he agreed before kissing Newt properly. He immediately tangled his hands in Newt's hair as the boys completely melted into the kiss. They hadn't had time to be together like this since the rescue and he missed it more than anything. Soon enough he felt Newt's hands travel from his shoulders down his back before landing on his waist. He let out a soft moan into Newt's mouth when he felt Newt's warm hands slip under his shirt.

He broke the kiss long enough to pull his shirt off before yanking at Newt's too. He willingly let Thomas take off his shirt and throw it aside. He raked his eyes over Newt's bare chest. He reached over and ran his hand down his muscled torso. "Shuck Newt" he breathed "you know how hard it was for me to control myself this morning when you walked in in a towel?"

Newt chuckled and reached around to cup Thomas's ass. "That's why I walked in in a towel" he said "but you were preoccupied."

Thomas leaned forward and placed a kiss on Newt's neck. "Well I'm completely free now" he mumbled before lifting his head to kiss him on the lips once again. Thomas moaned into Newt's lips as he pressed their bodies together.

Thomas ran his hand down Newt's chest and he'd just barely started on his pant's button before the bedroom door burst open.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Thomas broke the kiss and sat up to see Malia standing in the door way. Scott and Minho came running up behind her and Scott's eyes got wide when he took in the scene.

"Shucking hell" Minho laughed.

"Uh- We tried to stop her" Scott said.

"Yea man but she grew these giant nails" Minho exclaimed "it was shucking weird!"

Malia turned her attention back to Minho and sure as shuck her nails grew into what looked more like claws than nails and she held them up to his face. "Want to get close and personal with them?"

"Wow there missy" Minho said as he held up his hands. "get whatever those shuck things are out of my face. I'm not the one humping your boyfriend."

"Minho!" Thomas yelled.

Scott walked over and grabbed Malia's hand to pull it away from Minho's face. "Malia, what are you doing?" he practically yelled. "You know they don't remember anything!"

Malia let out an angry groan and her claws disappeared. She turned back to Thomas and Newt. She looked furious. "I came here to talk to you about getting back together when you get your memory back" she said "but clearly your interests lie elsewhere."

"Um, yea" Thomas said "they kind of do."

If possible, Malia's expression became even more angry. "I can't believe this" she said.

"Uh, sorry?" Thomas tried.

Minho snorted. "Smooth dude" he said.

"Uh Malia maybe you should go" Scott said. Was Thomas going crazy or did Malia's eyes just change color? He would never know because Scott grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room.

Minho made a really weird face and walked over to sit on the opposite side of the bed from Newt and Thomas. "That was shucking weird" he said "but I did tell you guys no hanky panky."

Newt snorted and grabbed his shirt from the ground. "Yea apparently there will be no bloody hanky panky as long as we're here" he growled.

Thomas laughed and placed a kiss on his temple before grabbing his own shirt. "The shuck was that with the claws?" he asked.

"No bloody idea" Newt complained "I swear things were simpler in the Glade and Thomas was just a Greenie."

Thomas snorted and lied back down on the bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow there was a knock on the door. "Come in."

"Hey" Scott said as he walked into the room. "Sorry about Malia, she's... Well she's always been a little crazy. But what do you expect, you two got together in a mental institution-"

"WHAT?"

Scott smiled and put a hand on Thomas's shoulder. "Not important" he said "what is important is that senior scribe is tomorrow. It's a tradition at our high school, so you have to come. Uh- I don't know how old you guys are... Newt you look like you're already out of high school."

"It's okay dude" Minho said "you can take our Thomas for a night. We'll stay here and hang out."

Scott visibly cringed when Minho said 'our Thomas,' but it was only for a quick second before he forced a smile. "Okay."

"Uh, Scott can I talk to you for a second?" he asked.

Scott nodded and they stepped into the hallway. Scott awkwardly leaned against the wall next to Thomas. "I'm sorry" he said "I know this all sucks for you Scott."

"It's okay" he said with a small shrug. "I'm just glad you're home. You'll get your memory back and we'll be back to normal."

Thomas let out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes. "Look Scott," he said "it's not going to be the same, the Maze... It was... Look I lost some friends and a lot of stuff went down. I'm different now. I just don't want you to be disappointed."

Scott's expression changed a few times. He looked hurt and confused, but he also looked hopeful. "I won't be" he said finally "like I said, I'm just happy you're home."

Thomas smiled and nodded. "Alright" he said "do you want to come hang out with us for a while?"

"Sure buddy" he said and they walked back into the room.

Thomas's jaw dropped open when he saw what Newt and Minho were doing in his room. They were sitting on the floor by his desk surrounded by papers and pictures and magazines. "What the shuck are you doing?" he asked.

Newt and Minho looked up with fake innocence on their expressions. "We were just figuring out who Stiles was Tommy" Newt said.

"Yea" Minho said with a shit-eating grin on his face as he held up a magazine. "Apparently Stiles was into dudes. Shuck Greenbean look at this klunk!"

Thomas's face burned bright red as Minho started flipping through some very vivid pornographic pictures of men. "Slim it, will you?" Thomas growled as he reached for the magazine, but Minho held it out of reach.

"Oh no Tommy-boy this is a very interesting read" Minho teased.

Thomas snorted and leaned back on his desk. "Yea I bet" he joked "you know what I probably used that magazine for, right? I wonder if I ever got anything on it when I was-"

"OH gross!" Minho exclaimed as he threw the magazine away. Everyone laughed as Minho dramatically wiped his hands on his jeans. "Oh whatever" he said "this one's more up my alley anyways." Minho held up yet another porn magazine, but this time it was full of busty women.

Thomas snatched it away and flipped through it. "Shuck" he said "I really didn't have a type."

Scott laughed and rubbed his hand on Thomas's shoulder. "No you did not" he said "I don't know why you never told me that you were into dudes."

Thomas shrugged. "Don't ask me" he said quietly as his eyes raked over the rest of the stuff Newt and Minho had pulled out of his drawers. He knelt down and picked up a picture of two kids that looked like they were about ten. "Is this us?"

Scott smiled and sat down next to him. "Yea" he said "at peewee lacrosse."

"We've really been friends that long?" He didn't look at Scott when he asked. He knew he'd have that pained expression that he'd been wearing since Thomas was rescued.

"We met in the sandbox when we were four" Scott said "been best friends ever since."

Thomas smiled. If there was one thing he was looking forward to when he gets his memory back it was remembering Scott. He hardly knew him, but he could already tell they had something special. That and whatever his relationship was with this Lydia girl.

As if speaking her name made her appear his eyes landed on a picture of the strawberry blonde. He picked it up and examined it. He stood there with one arm around Lydia and one arm around Scott. A pretty brunette stood on the other side of Scott, clinging to his arm. They all looked so happy, even he himself was smiling like an idiot.

"Hey Scott" he said as he nudged his side. "Who's this?" He pointed to the brunette who was clinging to Scott in the picture. After a couple moments when Scott didn't say anything Thomas tore his eyes away from the picture and looked at Scott. Something faltered in his expression for a second, but then he grinned.

"That's Allison" he said "she's um.. she's... we used to date."

"Oh" Thomas said awkwardly. "Did it end badly?"

"No" Scott said "no, we're all still friends. She's great, really. One of the best people we ever met."

"She looks pretty badass" he said "why hasn't she come to see me yet?"

Was he imagining things or did Scott just flinch? "Um" he said "she's... she's out of town. But... She'll be here when you get your memory back." Thomas felt like there was something Scott was holding back. Something he wasn't telling him, but he didn't press it. Whatever it was he'd remember it in a few weeks when he had the surgery.

"Okay" Thomas said before looking back at the picture. Scott was the only one not looking at the camera, instead he was staring at Allison. "You know whatever happened between you two, maybe you should reconsider" he said "it's obvious you loved her."

He turned his head to meet Scott's eyes and he swore his eyes were watering. "Yea" he said quietly "I did."

Thomas set the picture down before picking up another, and that's how they spent the rest of the night. Digging through Stile's past and slowly learning more and more about who he used to be, and who he would soon be once again.

Hope you liked this chapter! Sorry it got a bit long. Review and tell me what you thought! I'll update soon!