Lost and found- TW/TMR

Chapter 6

"What exactly do you want us to do?" Newt asked, brow raised.

"Thomas broke one of our rules. He needs to be punished." Gally said definitely.

The rest of the Gladers shouted in protest.

"He saved Alby's life!" One shouted.

"You can't punish him for helping them! They'd be dead without him!" Another said.

Gally's anger rose, "Everyone shut up!" he shouted. The room quieted and Gally began to speak, "The rules are the only thing that keep up together. If we abandon those, what will happen next? We can't just let him get away with this."

Newt thought for a second and nodded, "He's right, we have the rules for a reason. Thomas broke them and we shouldn't just shrug that off" he turned to Minho, "Min, what do you think?"

Minho turned to Newt, his arms crossed and face deadly serious, "I think, that when I turned tail and ran, this dumb shank stayed behind to help Alby," he paused for a moment, looking Thomas straight in the eye, "I say we make him a runner."

That statement caused another uproar from the crowd. This one even louder than the first. Frypan looked at Minho like he had gone insane and Gally looked like he wanted to stomp someones head in.

Thomas looked over to Chuck who had a bright, childish smile on his face. Thomas couldn't help but grin slightly, at least he had one person on his side.

After another moment of shouting Newt stood and shouted, "Enough, we're not going to solve anything with you slintheads shouting each other," the room quieted, "All right then, good. What we need to do is-"

Newt's speech was cut off by the loud screeching of gears and the pierce of an alarm.

Thomas's head shot up, he knew that sound. That was the sound of the Box.

He looked around the room, the other Gladers looked just as confused as he was, turning to each other with dumbfounded looks on their faces. "The Box isn't supposed to come up for another month." Newt said, eyes filled with confusion.

The Gladers rushed out of the hut and over to the Box where they crowded around and waited for it to arrive.

When the Box finally came to a full, screeching stop, a few of the Gladers hastily opened its doors. The others leaned forward to peer inside, all curious to see why the Box had risen. Thomas fought his way to the front, wanting to get a look at what was inside. It looked like a person, they looked unconscious. Maybe another Greenie, Thomas thought, but from his angle he couldn't see their face.

Newt hopped down into the Box to get a better look, after a moment he looked up to the others. "It's a girl." he said in a mix of confusion and amazement.

The Gladers looked around to one another, the only Greenie's they ever got were boys. Not once in their time in the Glade had they seen a girl. As far as they knew they had never seen a girl in their lives, and if they had there was no way of remembering.

Newt continued to search the girls body as the others stood in confusion, he unclenched one of her hands to find a folded slip of paper. He opened it quickly and read aloud, "She's the last one, ever," he looked up at the others, "What the hell does that mean?"

Before he could get and answer, the boys were shocked out of their daze by a sudden intake of breath and Newt jumped from his stance in the Box. The girl took in several heaving breaths, eyes out of focus and fading back into unconsciousness. Before she passed out she got out one word, "Thomas."

The Gladers all turned to Thomas, who stood there shocked at hearing his name leave the girl's lips.

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"Ok, who the hell is the girl and why does she know Stiles?" Isaac asked. The rest of the pack looked at him incredulously. Isaac huffed, "It was rhetorical, don't answer me."

Derek thankfully redirected the conversation, "Have we made any progress whatsoever in finding Stiles? We can't just sit here and watch him while all this shit happens around him."

The others' shoulders slumped, "There's not much we can do until Chris gets back to us with his information. Danny has been doing his best to track down where the Maze is. But for some reason it's impossible to find." Jackson said solemnly.

Derek took a deep breath and sighed heavily, "Alright," he paused for a moment, trying to figure out a plan of attack, "Danny, keep trying to find out where that Maze is, Peter will help you, he's pretty good with computers. I guess the rest of us will just have to wait until Chris calls with some information, if any."

Derek sat down, defeatedly, putting his head in his hands. This was so frustrating, being able to see Stiles on that screen but not knowing where he was or how to get to him. Hell, Stiles didn't even remember who he was. Derek couldn't help but feel hopeless. The longer it took to find Stiles, the more hope that would be stripped away.

He felt a hand on his back and looked up to see Erica, "We'll find him, don't worry. You two will be back to your sickly sweet romance in no time."

Derek smiled slightly at her words, "I hope so."