AN: Sorry for the long wait! It was mostly the scripts fault, couldn't find one to leech and so I had to find the scene like... 20 times? so, yeah... I apologize if the reactions are awful, did them while I was awake-awake and not asleep-awake. :D I MIGHT edit it later.
4.
"Why are you like this?" one of the Gladers complained and Stiles giggles a little, shrugging.
"Okay," the one who brought them clapped their hands, gaining their attention, "Imma show you one of the best scenes I have ever seen."
Thomas opens a vent, leading to a hallway. He climbs out, using his left hand to steady himself on the ground before getting up and looking around. He scanned the area before calling for the others to leave the vent.
"Come on, come on, come on" he encouraged, checking the vent to make sure everyone was out before turning and glancing around at the group, "okay, let's go!"
Understanding lit up in the Gladers eyes when they saw this. They looked at each other in worry, Stiles/Thomas stiffened.
'Crap' was a singular thought that went through all of them.
"You guys go ahead, there's something I gotta do," Aris called, at their alarm and confusion he continued, "trust me, it's important. You wanna get out of here, right? Just go!"
"I'll go with him" Winston assured, following Aris.
"Okay Winston go." Thomas says hurriedly, ushering everyone else to hurry up.
"Are we gonna trust this kid?" Asked Minho.
"You don't wanna know where we'd be without him." Thomas says quickly as they turn a corner.
"What do you mean?" Melissa asks.
"Well..." Stiles scratched behind his ear, "he helped us find out that they were still WCKD and if he hadn't, we would have been hanging from the ceiling with our blood being drained."
The others grew pale and some even looked sick.
They're stopped abruptly by the appearance of a woman, Dr. Crawford.
"Ah!" says Frypan.
Dr Crawford startles, holding her chest, she stops to look at the group, glancing at them warily. "What are you kids doing out?" She asks. Just as she finishes, yellow lights light up along the hallways, and an alarm blares loudly. They boys glance up at the sound, before exchanging looks.
The scene changes to show a control room, Janson walking quickly through it.
The kids of the Glade clenched their fists, Thomas/Stiles inhales before exhaling, trying to keep himself from going into kill mode.
"I want this place locked down. Call everyone in! No one leaves till everyone is accounted for." he says, approaching the security cameras. "Tell me you've got eyes on them!"
"Still looking, still looking" says the man sitting at the control table.
"Come on, come on, come on." Janson repeats, slowly losing his patience.
"There!" the man says, enlarging a screen, showing Thomas holding Dr. Crawford by the arm, escorting her along with the other Gladers.
"Who is that?" someone says.
"Crawford." Crumbles Janson angrily.
"They're going after the girl," he said. "Get everyone to the med wing!"
"Yes sir!" a guard responded.
"I want them alive!"
"Shoulda' left her" Newt scowls.
Stiles remains quiet, leaning into the blonde.
The scene changed to show the Gladers running through a passageway, tugging Dr Crawford along. They collide with a wall in their hast to turn a corner but are confronted with a guard down the hallway.
"FREEZE! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" the man yelled, shooting electric stunners at them. The Gladers dodge, narrowly missing the shots.
"Why are they shooting at us?!" yelled Frypan as they ran back where they came from.
Minho pauses, turning back. "Minho! What the hell are you doing?" Yelled Thomas.
The Korean charged towards the corner, (his skin turning into darker tan fur with filled in black spots, a cat tail and ears from his tailbone and the top of his head) meeting the guard before he could turn, and kneed him in the chest, slamming him up against the wall, knocking him out. He glanced back as the rest rushed forward again, looking at the man.
"Shit, Minho." Said Newt, grinning. Minho grinned back, trotting over as his new appearance returned to his old one.
"A fucking Were-Cheetah?!" Chris Argent shouts, eyes wide, "What the fuck?!"
The Glader's look at each other in confusion, what was a 'Were'?
Thomas bent down and took the man's gun, before reaching back to grab Dr. Crawford again, this time holding the weapon to her back.
"Come on! Let's go!" he said.
The camera shows Janson running down the hall, followed by a group of heavily armed men.
The lab is shown to be in chaos, scientists rushing to pack things away as the alarm continues to blare. A man turns to put something away, and as he's doing that the door next to him opens, revealing Dr. Crawford.
"Dr. Crawford? -" The man begins, before she's pushed towards him as Thomas comes up from behind, holding the gun forward.
Yells encompass the lab as everyone raises their hands in fear.
"Where is she? Where is she?" Thomas asks, aiming the gun towards a scientist. "WHERE IS SHE?!" he yells louder, his eyes flashing white before he turns his head.
Noshiko's eyes widened before returning to indifference. So, this boy was the Nogitsune.
Seeing something, he hands the gun to Minho, who points it again. The greenie shoves a curtain away, revealing Teresa lying on a hospital bed, a breathing tube connected to her face. Thomas cradles her head and whispers her name urgently as the other Gladers yell at the doctors. "Get down!"
Teresa opens her eyes slightly, waking up gradually. "What did they do to you?" he asks. "Thomas." She whispers.
"Gimme your hands!" Yells Newt, as he ties the scientists with medical bandages.
"You're never gonna get away with this!" says Dr. Crawford.
"What's going on?" Asks Teresa urgently.
"You gotta get up right now." Thomas says as an answer and pulls Teresa lightly by the arms. "Come on."
Minho growls lowly, "Newt's right, should have left her."
"Guys! They're comin' where do we go?!" Yelled Frypan, looking through the door window.
"Frypan move!" Yelled Newt, pushing over a metal table.
The two push it against the door just in time before a guard slams into it.
"Get back!" Minho yelled. "We gotta get outta here!"
"Everybody stand back!" yelled Thomas, picking up a chair, smashing it into the window next to Teresa's bed. When it doesn't work, Minho picks up another chair, and swings with Thomas in tandem, fully shattering the window.
"GO GO GO!" they yell as Thomas smashes away some more glass.
Behind them, the guards try to squeeze through the small gap. Teresa lays a blanket over the glass as Thomas helps her over the ledge quickly.
"HURRY!" yelled Minho, turning back one last time before tossing the gun over to Thomas and jumping through the frame.
"Stay behind me!" Thomas says, before opening the door. They're stopped abruptly by a guard, and the two momentarily freeze before Thomas quickly shoots the man, stunning him.
"Nice aim" Argent whistles.
"Thanks, I worked hard for it."
They watch as the man writhes as he's shocked by the device. "Shit." mutters Thomas.
They quickly run past, turning into a hallway. "There it is!" yells the brown-haired boy.
They stop at a bay door, and Thomas desperately slides the ID card through multiple times. "Shit, come on." he says, but to no avail.
"Come on, come on," he murmurs, the reader kept on beeping that it wasn't working. Thomas cursed and went to try again when a voice stopped him.
"Thomas," the group turns to see Janson leading a group, those beside him holding shields. Thomas grabs the gun off Newt and aims it at Janson, "come now Thomas, put down the gun,"
"OPEN THIS DOOR JANSON!" he yells Janson, ignoring his command. Janson raised his arms and smirked jovially. "You really don't want me to." he says.
"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" Thomas screams.
Those who only knew what they were told of this held their breath. Thomas/Stiles growled softly, only calming when Newt pets his head.
"Listen to me!" Janson yells over him. "I'm trying to save your life!" Janson says.
A low growl sounds from Thomas, his eyes flickering white once more.
"I thought it was lighting," Allison whispers when Lydia points it out.
"I did too," Scott agreed, worried and confused.
"The maze is one thing you kids wouldn't last one day out in the scorch." the director says. "If the elements don't kill you, the cranks will."
The Gladers shiver, remembering the harsh desert and the infected humans hunting them.
"Thomas! You have to believe me. I only want what's best for you." he says, smiling. Thomas glares at him, breathing heavily. "Yeah, let me guess, Wicked is good?" the Glader says.
Janson puffs out a laugh, lowering his arms as his friendly smile turned dangerous. "You're not getting through that door Thomas," he says. Suddenly, the door flashes green and opens, revealing Aris and Winston on the other side. "Hey guys." Aris says.
The whole room is filled with cheers and applause and excitement.
"Come on!" says Frypan as the other Gladers get behind the door. "Thomas! Come on, let's go!" yells Newt. Thomas glances back, before turning towards Janson and firing his gun. Desperately dodging, the director hides behind the shielded men.
When the gun runs out, Thomas throws it away and sprints towards the door. The men follow him as Janson speaks to a comm on his wrist as he runs. "Shut the main vault door, shut the main vault door!"
The camera shows Thomas sprinting desperately as the Gladers on the other side yell for him and the door slowly gets lowered.
Everyone held their breath, even those who were there. This is a close call. Stiles hides his head in Newts stomach.
For a split second, it looked like Thomas would be too slow to get to the other side in time. But then, his eyes shined a bright white, his hair changed to a grayish brown cross phase, he grew a foxlike tail and ears (keeping his human ears) with the same coloring. Grayish brown fur covered his body, and the white eyes turned a soft blue-green. With an extra burst of energy, Thomas was able to slide underneath the door, narrowly missing it as he went.
Silence filled the room and the video paused.
"You-" Scott whispered; eyes wide.
"Were-Fox..." Argent gasps.
Noshiko inhales sharply.
"What's a Were-Fox?" Liam questions.
"Were-Foxes are like any other Were. They are one of the only Were's that can take a full animal form... and they are the only Were under complete protection from all Hunters." Argent explains, still shocked. "They used to be seen in the hundreds, now there has only been five seen in the last two hundred years."
"The bite mark..." Noah whispers, turning to his son who was still hiding.
"Yeah," Newt nods, "that was the third time he transformed. He was terrified the first time and thought it was a side effect of when one is stung."
"Stiles" his father called, he lifts his head and looks over, eyes wide with worry, "why didn't you say something?"
Stiles swallows, "w-well, at first I didn't remember you, then you didn't know about the Supernatural, then the whole sacrifice ritual thing-"
"I'm sorry, the WHAT?!" Minho demands.
"-then I kinda forgot..."
"You forgot."
"Mhm," Stiles nods, "it was a part of me, and I forgot that it was something to be told to others."
"I'm sorry, can we go back to the 'sacrifice ritual thing'?" Minho snaps, "Thomas, what 'sacrifice ritual'?!"
"Oh, um, well, a really messed up witch came by and started doing sacrifices to gain power; one of them being three Guardians, turns out they were our parents, so Scott, Allison and I underwent a ritual to locate them, and it included our death, or near-death."
"Fuck, this is why we keep an eye on you Greenie!" Gally snarls.
"Sorry?" the fox shrugs.
They return their attention to the screen when it started again.
Aris runs forward and slams something into the control panel, breaking it. Thomas watches as Janson slams against the door. Winston runs forward and steals a gun off an unconscious guard's body. Janson glares at the Gladers through the window, and Thomas raises a hand to flip him off.
"You little shit." Says Janson, his voice muffled.
Minho picks up a backpack, running forward. "Come on Thomas! Let's go!"
Thomas turns away, and they sprint through the docking bay, his body returning to human.
"Wow, can't wait for cuddles later," Frypan states calmly, "Thomas, makes the nest, and the rest of us leech."
Stiles growls at him and he giggles.