Hi everyone! Sorry for the long wait, I honestly was a bit stuck with this chapter but I hope you all enjoy it! Shout out to Dak Encounter and fadingshadows who correctly guessed that Thomas's/Dylan's face was from Teen Wolf!

The Maze Writer: Thankyou for pointing that out! A lot of people pmed me to say they were against Thomesa and my friends were against it also :) It's perfectly okay to be defensive of a character you like, I mean if someone was to insult a character I like I would most definately defend them with my dying breath. I commend you on being brave enough to stand up for her!

On with the story:

Thomas' POV:

I stood there looking at the door like an idiot.

"WAIT WHAT?" I yelled after him, "MINHO!" I flung the door open and ran after his casually walking form, Newt running next to me chuckling merrily.

Minho turned his head back to look at us and smirked. "Yes Thomas?" he asked me nonchalantly as we caught up with him.

I just gapped at him.

Newt's laughing increased and I warily turned to look at him. He was pointing around the room and seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much. I followed his gaze and face palmed.

The room we were in was full of Gladers, all who were looking at us as if we were clinically insane…

"MINHO YOU SLINTHEAD!" I yelled at him, he just smiled at me.

Gally asked the question that seemed to be on everyone's mind, "What the hell just happened?" There were several nods of agreement.

Newt just continued to laugh his head off and gestured in our direction. I sighed and pointed at Minho.

"He just… photo… I give up! I'm never going to understand you!" I threw my hands up in the air and sighed.

It was at that moment that Chuck walked out of his room. I felt myself freeze up.

Newt, realising what was happening, stopped laughing and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. Minho's hand quickly rested on my other shoulder as he too had realised my predicament.

"Hey everyone!" Chuck greeted cheerfully. He looked around the room before spotting me and the others. He smiled cheerfully but it fell when he saw our expressions.

"Dylan?" he asked me worried, "are you ok?"

I didn't answer, and I didn't have to. Newt did it for me.

"Alright, you two need to talk, preferably with Minho and myself present as we'd like answers to."

Chuck looked shocked, "Answers? Why do the three of you ne-", he cut himself going wide eyed.

Alby walked up to Chuck and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, "go talk in their rooms after breakfast." He then addressed the three of us, "We all need to eat first." I saw Minho nod from the corner of my eye and heard Newt's noise of agreement, but I also felt their questioning looks. It's nice to know that they still value my opinions.

I followed Alby and Chuck as they led us to the dining room. We walked in silence and it felt natural to have Newt on my right side and Minho on my left. It felt like when we were going up against WICKED and later on the Right Arm.

Breakfast was loud and noisy, just like back in the glade… never thought I'd miss that place; but despite the noise and conversations all around us, no one at my table spoke (those sitting at my table would be Chuck, Alby, myself, Newt, Minho and a half filled in Gally).

It was Chuck who finally broke the uneasy silence.

"Dylan-" he started before I cut him off.

"Thomas. I want to be called Thomas."

He frowned slightly and uncertainly stuttered, "Right…"

Minho and Newt exchanged looks before Minho bluntly stated, "Newt and myself will also be going by our stimulation names."

Alby, Gally and Chuck all nodded in understanding.

"Will also goes by his stimulation name," at Minho's, Newt's and my own questioning look Gally raised his hand and sheepishly muttered, "that's me. Will Poulter."

Alby smiled at us gently and said, "I go by my real name, like Blake. Call me Aml."

Newt, Minho and I nodded.

Chu-Blake nervously asked "Um, do you want to head back to your rooms now or later?"

I shared a look with Minho and Newt, they both nodded to me once curtly; it was a signal we used when talking to the Right Arm, it meant 'it's your call.'

Looking back to Chuck I said whilst rising, "Now please, I'm confused, hurt, a little bit angry and in need of answers." Everyone at the table followed my led in rising. We made quick work of navigating the winding passages we had walked through earlier and arrived at our rooms in no time.

Newt shut the door after everyone had numbly shuffled into the room. An awkward silence filled the room as neither myself nor Chuck wanted to break it.

"It's been a while since I was last in here," Gally commented uncomfortably. From the corner of my eye I could see Minho smirking at him.

"Alright," Newt started, "let's get this over with. We want answers and you have them. This is awkward enough without trying to prolong the inescapable."

I nodded, "Newt's right. I want to know why you didn't tell me your surname is O'Brien when I remembered who I was, you could have spun it as you didn't remember we were related but you didn't. You hid it and I-" I was interrupted by twin coughs courtesy of Minho and Newt; "we want to know why."

Chuck swallowed nervously, "Dylan, sorry Thomas," he amended at my glare, "I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how you'd react. I mean you had just gotten out of the stimulation! I didn't want to just spring that onto you!"

I sighed and wearily rubbed my forehead, "Chuck," I started, "I would have been overjoyed that we are related."

Here Chuck looked nervous, "here's the thing," he shuffled from foot to foot, "we're not actually related."

Silence.

"WHAT!" I simultaneously shouted with Newt and Minho. The three of us collapsed into the chairs nearest to us in the office like room and tried to regain our thought process.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose. Blake isn't related to me? What is going on?

Minho, still slightly stunned, drawled, "Can someone please explain what is happening here?"

Newt crossed his arms and sat forward, "I'd like some bloody explanations too. Thomas has put up with enough crap today so I think we should just get on with the details, if you would."

Blake shrugged and ran a hand through his curly hair, "Thomas and I aren't biologically related but we grew up next door to each other. We spent a lot of time together and Thomas became an older brother figure to me. I told him and he made me an honorary O'Brien. When our parents died and we both signed up for the experiment we decided we'd still act the same way and wouldn't let anything come between us. I- I wanted to tell you, honestly Thomas, but I wasn't sure how you'd react with so much information in one day. I was going to tell you this evening as I didn't think you'd get your memories back this quickly, but I guess that's my fault. The three of you," he gestured to the gapping Minho, passive Newt, and myself, "have always done the impossible and beaten all of the tests given to you."

I didn't know what to do. Blake was right when he said that this was a lot to take in and I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't of gotten my memories back as he spoke I wouldn't of believed him. I'm still hurt and slightly betrayed that he didn't tell me but I can see his reasons and they are understandable. But all of this leads to one thing, leads to one question.

What now?