TITLE: SEARCHING FOR YOU

FANDOMS: TEEN WOLF X THE MAZE RUNNER

RELATIONSHIPS: THOMAS/NEWT, DEREK HALE/STILES STILINSKI (past)

SUMMARY:

A Stiles is Thomas fic.

WICKED is an illegal organisation which captured teenagers and used them for experimentation. Thomas and the Gladers were facing a mind-controlled Gally when a bunch of people burst in and arrested the Creators. The Gladers were separated for their safety, with no way of communicating each other and their memories were returned.

Now, Stiles is finding it hard to reconcile with his problems from before, while being very determined to find the friends he made in the Glade.

Also, is WICKED really disbanded? Are the Gladers indeed safe?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf or The Maze Runner. No copyright infringement intended.

PROLOGUE: I'll Find You, I Promise.

He was running, his breath coming in pants. His heartbeat thundered in his ears.

Where was he? A snarl sounded close by. Oh god, it was almost upon him! He had to survive!

Panic clouded his mind and adrenaline flooded his body.

No no no no no...

A scream sounded behind him. He couldn't hear his pursuer anymore. He stopped, listening hard. The mist cleared, and he saw walls. He was in the Maze.

"HELP!"

That voice was very familiar. Before he realised it, he was running towards the shout. He kept running but he couldn't find anything.

Light disappeared and he was in the dark again. He could hear voices.

"It's better if they are all kept separately. For both their health and safety."

"No! You can't take him away!"

"I'll find you, I swear! Let go of me, you shanks! I'll find you again, Tommy, I promise!"

"WICKED is good."

"There's one more test."

"Stiles! Wake up!"

Stiles woke up with a start.

"Whaa-?"

His throat was raw as though he had been screaming. He saw his father standing by his bedside, looking concerned. He handed him a glass of water. Stiles drank it, savoring the soothing feel of it.

"What happened?" Stiles asked, looking at his father.

"You were having a nightmare," was the answer.

Stiles nodded.

"I'm fine now, dad. Go to sleep."

His father looked as though he wanted to say something. But then, he nodded and just said, "Sleep well. Good night."

As the door shut behind him, Stiles put his head in his hands, breathing deeply. He turned to see the time. 2:24 AM.

He sighed. Atleast, he had had a few hours of sleep.

It has been two months since he was rescued from WICKED.

He remembered how military personnel had broken into the room just as Gally had thrown that knife. In the chaos that followed, he recalled with vicious clarity as Chuck- innocent Chuck- fell to the ground, having taken the knife meant for him.

Breathe... 1,2,3...In...Out...

His hands stopped shaking.

He collapsed back into his bed. After trying to sleep unsuccessfully, he finally clambered out and stumbled to his computer.

Pressing his eyes with the palms of his hands, he waited as the computer powered up. Reopening his previous search pages, he searched for anything that might show where his friends were now.

Article after article he browsed through, catching snatches of sentences.

Officials received a tip on the location of a secret WICKED compound...

Found teenagers, hurt and exhausted, who were all part of the experiments...

Their memories had been wiped and false ones were planted. They were given new names and were made to believe that the planet had been scorched by a solar flare and that the remaining population were infected wuth a deadly virus...

An employee had triggered the self-destruct sequence...

The survivors were separated in the chaos caused by the explosion and were taken to secure locations for treatment...

The entire world is in shock over the cruelty exhibited by the organisation...

Outrage by the masses...

"Nothing new then," Stiles muttered.

Reading the news articles brought back the memories he wished to suppress.

Chuck lying in a pool of blood, running for their lives through the Maze...

Stiles wrenched his mind back to the present. Wallowing wasn't going to help. He had to find them- Minho, Chuck (if he was alive), Frypan, Teresa... and Newt.

Oh god, Newt.

He could see the blonde behind his closed eyelids, as though he was right there, within his reach, his hair messed in the wind, eyes sparkling with mischief and sorrow hidden in the depths, his lips curved in a fond grin.

Stiles let out a shuddering sigh, as he felt calm spread through him.

Soon.

A/N:

So, what do you think? Like it? Hate it?

I searched high and low for a fanfic of this summary, but couldn't find it. Hence, I tried my hand at it. Also, it's my first slash fic. So, I appreciate con crit.

And I apologise if anything in the Teen Wolf area is wrong, because, to be honest, I have watched only a couple of episodes *Don't hurt me!*

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Thanks for reading...