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AN: I just realized I never said when the Glader's are from. They are from during the third movie, The Death Cure, after Teressa gets rid of the transmitters. I also realized I forgot Frypan, he is in this too.
Also, these parts will not be in order, so I could start with Scorched Earth on the part where Thomas is panicking after finding out about WCKD, and end with the part of where he comes up to the Maze the first time.
Also, if anyone has something they want to add or see, all bets are on, or whatever that saying is.
Also, I suck at accents so if an accent is terrible or if there is none, that is why.
"Hello watchers, these first few clips are small"
The Screen Lit Up.
Blood pounded in his ears as he ran through the dark corridors of the Maze. His feet slapped the ground, followed by the whirr and clicking-shuffle of a Griever not too far behind him. He gave a quick look around, finding the number 9 on a corridor and turned left. Today was Wednesday, meaning that Corridor 7 and 6 were closed and 10 and 4 were open. He slipped through a crack too small for a Griever to get to him.
"Stiles?!" Scott sat up in shock, his eyes wide, "what is going on?"
Stiles bit his bottom lip, "I'm sure we will be shown"
The Gladers looked at each other in confusion.
"Why did you call 'Thomas' 'Stiles'?" Minho demanded; eyes narrow with suspicion.
"Because, Stiles is his name" Scott replied, looking at Minho in confusion.
"Leave it" Stiles ordered when the Glader's looked ready to fight back.
To the surprise of everyone from the future, they did.
As he scooched to the far back, he stayed vigilant and caught his breath. The Griever scampered around in front of the crack, trying to find a way to get to its prey. He crawled forward, stopping where the crack met the corridor, getting ready to leave and run. The cries and sounds of the Griever slowly faded as it gave up and he jumped out of hiding and continued to run, getting as far away from the corridor as possible before the giant metallic slug got back with friends.
"What is that thing?" Melissa asked, eyes wide in disgust and horror.
"A Griever" Stiles responded, "created by yours truly" he said that last part in self-loathing.
"What do you mean?" Sheriff demanded, facing his so head-on.
Stiles bit his bottom lip and looked away.
"It will be shown later" the one who brought them here spoke up.
He ran into Minho on the way back, clutching at the other male's arms as his legs shook.
"Thomas? What's wrong? Is it a Griever?" the Keeper of the Runners asked in a rush. Thomas nodded, still breathless and Minho was quick to grab his hand and lead him towards the entrance of the maze.
Left, right, right, left, forward, left. The entrance stood in front of the two Runners as they ran towards it in a hurry. They went through the door, into the sunlight of the Glade.
"Why do they call you Thomas?"
"It was my name at that time"
"Next up is some Newtmas!"
The Screen Lit Up.
Thomas walked towards the Gardens; his face alit with a smile. A boy, blonde with brown eyes and paler-than-normal skin, was picking strawberries from bushes when Thomas appeared behind him and covered his eyes.
"Guess who" the younger boy grinned.
"Tommy, really?" Newt laughed, batting the hands away.
Lydia felt jealousy rise up but quickly pushed it down. This was Stiles, he may look cute and help her at times but she was with Jackson!
Thomas pulled his hands away, grinning wider. Newt stood and turned, leaning close to Thomas' face; Thomas' eyes blew wide and he stared at Newt in his eyes. The blonde grinned, mischievously, before plopping the basket of strawberries in Thomas' hands.
The older grinned, "take that to Frypan, would ya?"
Thomas nodded, dazedly going to the kitchen.
Everyone laughed at the look on Thomas'/Stiles' face. Newt leaned his head onto Stiles' shoulder and Stiles leaned his head onto Newt's head.
The Screen Lit Up.
Thomas stared at a wooden figure, a bonfire behind him. Newt slid down beside him.
"You haven't slept a wink since we left the Maze, have you?" Newt asks and Thomas let out a sigh but doesn't answer, which gives the blonde his answer. "Listen, Frypan was just letting off steam"
The two are silent for a moment before Thomas speaks, fiddling with the object in his hands, "he's right though, I'm the reason we're stuck out here"
Frypan looked down; he had no idea that Thomas actually took what he said to heart.
"Thomas I-"
"Don't worry Fry', I got over it" Stiles smiled at him and he hesitantly smiled back.
"No" Newt shook his head, looking closer at Thomas as he spoke clear and determined, "you're the reason we're free"
"Free? Free from what?" Kira asked. Her only response was a hum from the Gladers side.
Thomas stared at nothing, his eyes showing how much of his pain and exhaustion was hiding.
"Now, the others may have their doubts, and that's fine, but they will follow you anywhere" "They'd follow you too"
"No, it's different for me though, you know it is" Newt regards Thomas, noticing the look of defeat, he spoke harder, making sure that the other boy heard him clear as day, "Look, we all have our roles to play"
'He's the Alpha of their group' all the Weres' realized with wide eyes. They remember all the times Stiles would take charge, almost on instinct, when one of them were unable to and got them all out safely.
'How much do I not know of this member of my pack?' Derek wondered.
Thomas shuffled around a bit before looking at the blonde, sounding tired, "Newt, I don't know where we're going. We're lost."
Newt nodded slightly, "we've been lost before"
"Yeah, not like this"
Thomas' body posture showed that he was withdrawing himself, that he was losing the rest of his hope, and Newt noticed it as well.
"There is a place for us out there somewhere. I don't know where it is, but I do know that an awful lot of our friends have died to get us this far." Thomas nodded, curling up into himself more before Newt grabbed him and forced him to turn and look into his eyes. "And we can't give up. YOU can't give up" Thomas looked at him, the sign of tears in his eyes, "I won't let you."
Stiles smiled sadly, he missed Newt, and not just because of his pep-talks. He missed his smell, his attitude, his sarcasm, his strength, his love, his determination, his everything.
Thomas closed his eyes, "why do you have so much faith in me, Newt?"
Newt frowned, "why don't you have any faith in yourself?"
Thomas shrugged, "that doesn't answer my question"
Newt tilted his head, "neither did you"
They sat in silence for a bit before Newt stood and held out a hand to Thomas. Thomas grabbed it and Newt pulled him up.
"That was cute" the one who brought them here purred happily, "now we will be watching more about their lives in the Maze, or Glade."