GUYS I NEED TO STOP STARTING NEW STORIES. I KNOW. I'M SORRY.

Anyways... I present to you a crossover of my two favorite things. I hope you guys like the idea. I know it's completely unrealistic, but so is Teen Wolf and The Maze Runner (Or is it?). Updates on this will probably be once a week; maybe less. I know. I'm sorry. But I feel since I started Icauras and Conflagration (My other stories if you didn't know) I owe it to my readers to update those first. But hey, the chapters will be waaaaaay longer then this one! And who knows, depending on the reviews of this fanfiction; maybe I'll update this more. So that's something to look forward to, right?

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf or The Maze Runner.

It was an experiment, and a messed up one at that. A hundred orphans, some stolen, some merely volunteered. But who would volunteer themselves for such a sick experiment?

Stiles' dad got the call last week about picking up signals from a giant underground facility which they thought was an abandoned military base but in realism was a cruel trial conducted on kids just the same age as Stiles and his friends. Scientist from all over the world, as well as engineers and physicists created a giant Maze underground, filled with holographs and evil monsters, hell, they even had a fake sky where it never rained.

Teenagers, boys and girls, had been trapped for three years. Three freakin' years. Stiles couldn't wrap his mind around that.

Him and the pack all sat around the television during the last few days of their summer, watching live as government officials and SWAT teams prepared themselves to take down what the headlines called 'The Maze Trial'. The most astonishing thing? It was happening right here, in California! A few hours away from Beacon Hills, yes, but how had they gotten away without anyone noticing for three freakin' years. The planning and building for the Maze must have been astounding to watch.

It was all some futuristic crap.

They even created creatures called 'grievers' which Stiles couldn't help but cringe at when he saw them on the screen. They were robotic slugs created by the scientists, and controlled by them too. Costing at almost a million dollars each.

The worst part about the experiment? People were dying.

At least eight kids had died, and only a strong phew had survived.

"Isn't it crazy?" Lydia had spoke up from her side of the couch, "An expirement like this happening right under our noses for so long? I mean how did no one notice? The money they were spending? Teenagers disappearing around the globe?"

"People disappear all the time, Lydia." Stiles countered.

"But not like this! I mean how did no one find out?"

"I bet whoever did find out is rotting in a grave right now," Liam snorted, although it wasn't that funny.

They all turned their attention back to the television.

Stiles had begged and begged and begged his father to let him and the pack come along to watch the big master plan go down. I mean, there were hundreds of people there. SWAT team, government officials, scientists, news reporters, first aid helpers, volunteers, as well as random spectators all waiting behind a 'caution do not cross' line.

His father said no, knowing that there were already thousands and thousands of people down there. They had already blocked traffic along the street.

The particular news channel they were watching filmed the giant, sliding door which seemingly appeared to be a large patch of dead grass but was really the opening to the laboratory and the maze itself. There was a giant ramp down to the laboratory, but it was hard to see much down there.

When the door slid open, hundreds of SWAT team members as well as police officers, including Stiles' dad, ran down there.

Stiles saw Malia bite her nails in anticipation beside him.

Nothing happened for the first hour.

A few members came up, wounded or shot. It seemed the crazy scientists had weapons of their own.

During the next half hour, the arrests began.

Hundreds of people in lab coats, covered in blood and dirt came up in hand cuffs, some resisting arrest.

Stiles smiled triumphantly when he saw his dad on the screen, holding two older men in restraint, leading them to the Sherriff's car that read BHPD.

Next, came the kids.

No one spoke, no one even moved when volunteers came up carrying dead bodies. A warning popped up at the bottom of the screen, cautioning people under 18 not to watch.

Stiles' breathing hitched when he saw the gruesome form of some of them.

Some were barely alive, twitching and spewing mouthfuls of blood. Others were dead; their limbs ripped off or covered in blood. The really bad ones came up in body bags, and Stiles didn't want to imagine what was worse than the kids he'd just seen.

A smile formed on his face when the survivors came up. Yes, some of them looked just as bad as the dead kids, but they were alive.

They all walked up the enormous walk way, their heads gyrating as they analyzed their surroundings. They staggered up the ramp, looking like small mice that had just been let out of their cage; apprehensive, but obliging. He saw many cry, and he didn't blame them.

He would be sobbing on his hands and knees if he had endured in something like that.

An aerial view in a helicopter showed the thousands of people all surrounding the blocked off area. Cars were stopped for at least half a mile, people running to try to get a good look, ambulances were taking off in directions towards hospitals that could take care of the first group of half-dead survivors, and reporters swooped in to swarm the teenagers, and he felt a sudden surge of pity towards them.

Something that became apparent to Stiles as he watched the teenagers escape the Maze, was that there were no females. Not a single one, besides the scientists. All the expirementees were male.

A few boys fell to the floor and wept, while police officers tried to help them. Stiles spotted his dad try to help a young Asian boy with fantastic looking hair for someone who had been dying in a maze for three years.

Their faces expressed anguish, disgust, fear, wan, and a million other things. But most of all: Tragedy.

The life they had known had been a lie.

The details were still under the down low about the whole thing, but from the way their faces looked, they didn't seem all that happy to be out, which surprised him. Shouldn't they be excited to see their families? Their friends?

The screen to an interview, and suddenly he saw his father standing next to the Asian boy he was aiding.

"Are you happy to be back? To reunite with loved ones?"

"NO! I'm not shucking happy to be back! I don't remember anything! My family, my friends, why would I be happy?" He screamed at the camera, spit flying everywhere.

"Is this in reference to you guys being orphans?" The woman asked, taking a step back from the boy.

"What? Orphans? Shuck…" He shook his head, panting hard. "No. You don't get it." He growled through gritted teeth. "We remember nothing. Our memories were erased."

A series of gasps broke out among the room, in unison with the interviewer's.

"Can you give us some more insight on that?" She held the microphone closer to his face.

His face burned red as he filled with fury. His eyes watered, and Stiles could predict what he was about to do next. He slipped from his father's grip, and he ran forward, swiping the microphone out of her hand, screaming in fury.

The screen went blank again, making a terrible buzzing noise.

He didn't blame the kid. They must have been experiencing so many emotions.

"I'm gonna make some popcorn," Stiles announced, peeling Malia off of his shoulder, "You guys want anything?"

"Water," Liam yelled, his eyes glued to the blank screen.

"I'm fine," Scott said.

The others shook their head, and Stiles ambled to the kitchen in Scott's house.

He placed the bag of popcorn in the microwave just as the television screen lit up again. He wanted to jump back in the room and watch, in case he missed anything, but he decided that missing a few seconds wouldn't hurt. He grabbed Liam's glass of water and pulled out the scolding bag of popcorn just as it beeped.

"Ow," He yelped when it burned him.

"Ho… ly… shit…" He heard from the next room, just as he went to go grab a bowl.

"What?" he asked to no one in particular.

"Oh my God…" He heard Malia say.

In a rush, he poured the bag of popcorn in a bowl, grumbling to himself as he regretted the decision of missing a few seconds. That always happened to him. Like when he was at the movie theaters and needed to pee. It was always boring during the parts he watched, but as soon as he snuck away to use the washroom, that's when he heard the gunfire, the shouting, and the awesome stunts; all the good stuff.

He spilled a quarter of the bag as he ran to the living room, but disregarded it till later. He didn't want to miss whatever was on the screen. He pivoted when he remembered the napkins, and he grabbed a few and darted back. Napkins in his mouth, popcorn in one hand, glass of water in the other, he ran back.

"What'd I miss?" he mumbled through the mouthful of napkins, which were now damp from spit.

In unison, all five heads turned to him.

At first, he didn't understand; but then, he saw the screen.

He dropped his glass of water; causing it to splash amongst his feet, along with the popcorn bowl, and gasped.

On the television screen, being interviewed by the same reporter from before was a boy. Dark hair, chocolate brown eyes, a strong jaw line, and dotted with moles.

It was someone who looked exactly like him.

A/N: SO? Thoughts? I'm sorry there's no Teresa... To be honest, it's basically only going to be the ivy trio. I apologize. So the story line will follow teen wolf season five after the first few chapters. The first two or three chapters will be from Stiles' third person point of view, while the rest will be mostly Thomas'.

Enjoy!