Minho and Thomas walked into the cafeteria with Minho signing about how he was so bored and that they should just go to the Glader/Scorcher house to plan about the problem that is Crank Janson. Thomas kept shutting him down and saying they needed more information, which resulted in angry signs from both, only stopping when they agreed to go right after school.

Thomas spotted Scott with the pack, walking over to get more information. 

"Scott," Thomas called, louder than normal, probably fueled by panic, desperation, or determination. When the werewolf turned, Thomas had stopped in front of the table, leaning on it slightly as he slammed the paper down. "Where did you get this picture?" he demanded.

Around the picture were notes about what the pack knew about it, most of which were wrong.

"Uh," Scott tried to think back to where that thing was sighted. "Someone in New Mexico, I think, saw it wandering around and Derek got word of it. He's the one who got the picture."

Thomas and Minho shared a look, knowing that was where they believed the Scorch is. They silently agreed to go talk to Derek after school. "And how long ago was it taken?"

"About a week ago," Lydia answered, confused. "Why?" she added, seeing the concerned looks on both of the Gladers' faces. 

"Uh, nothing," Minho responded, knowing Thomas was deep in thought. "We have to go." He knew the other boy wanted answers as fast as possible, which meant skipping school. He wasn't complaining though.

"Yeah, um, see you later." With that, the two people who weren't in the McCall pack left to go talk to Derek, then the rest of the survivors. 

The McCall pack waited until they were out of earshot (or so they thought) before swapping conspires. Minho heard though, being a runner meant he had to be aware of all the things in the maze. 

He laughed and tapped Thomas to tell him what they were saying, making the other boy join him in laughing. Some people stared at him, as they weren't used to him laughing, or smiling for that matter. 

Ten minutes later, they pulled up to the loft, and got out. Thomas knew that Derek knew that they were there, with his supernatural hearing and all (he wished he had that) and didn't bother knocking, just walking right in, with Minho on his heels. 

"Derek, I know you can hear me," Stiles said, his voice his normal quiet. "I need to talk to you." 

Minho stayed silent, trusting his leader to handle the person who he knew to be a werewolf. 

"Stiles," Peter drawls, walking down the stairs, as Derek walks into the room from a door. "What a pleasant surprise."

Thomas looked directly at Derek when he spoke. "I need you to tell me everything you know about this," he said, more seriously than the Hale's have ever heard, while shoving the paper with the crank forward for them to see.

Derek walked closer to look at it, and Minho instinctively got into a defensive position. Thomas gave him a look, seeing the motion out of the corner of his eye, and he calmed down. 

"Well, I heard of this...creature in New Mexico, a small town near the border of the desert, and I went to check it out. I asked around, and they pointed me to a boy, the person who took the picture. He asked for my name, and after I gave it to him, he gave it to me. He also gave me a little info about that thing. Just that it was in the desert, and that I should stay away. I took it to Scott who took it to you. And here we are," Derek finished.

The two werewolves could hear the two runners' heartbeats speeding up. They also heard them quietly cuss under their breath, though it wasn't a word they were familiar with. 

"Can you describe this boy to us?" Minho asked cautiously, scared of the answer. 

If Janson could survive the collapse of a building, why couldn't he survive a bullet? 

"Uh." Derek looked like he was thinking hard. "I think he had pale skin, but he was mostly hidden in the shadows."

Thomas took a deep breath, hoping he read the younger Hale's lips correctly. "Did he, um," he tried to find the words to phrase the question he wanted to ask. "Did he walk funny?" He inwardly cringed at that, and the look that the three other people gave him (mostly Minho).

"Um, I don't really know," Derek admitted, watching as their faces fell. "But I could give you guys the address and you could have a look?" he suggested.

"That would be great, thank you," Minho said gratefully.

Derek nodded, walking out of the room and coming back in with a pen and paper. He wrote something down, and then handed it to the teenagers. They read it before turning to each other.

We passed this, didn't we? Thomas signed, unaware that the Hales' knew sign language. 

Yeah, I think so, Minho replied back. I think this was a few minutes after we exited the Scorch.

Great, Thomas signed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. We have to go back to that hell hole. 

Think about the positives in this situation. Minho started to list them. He might be alive, we might be able to find him, you might be able to admit your undying love for each other, and we live happily ever after. The end.

Yeah, great. Did you forget the part about Ratman being alive? Or the part about having to go back to the Scorch? Or the part-

Minho put his hands over Thomas', effectively shutting him up. Think about the positives for right now.

Peter coughed, making Minho turn to him, which, in turn, made Thomas look at him as well. "We can understand ASL."

"Shuck." Again with the curse words that don't mean anything, at least to the non Galders.

"Uh." Minho looked at the other runner for advice, but he just shrugged. "Well, you see...it's a long story that we don't have time for." 

Yeah, so thank you, but we really have to go, Thomas signed as he walked backwards to the door. Also, we would appreciate it if you don't tell the pack anything that happened tonight. 

Yeah, we won't. Thomas saw Derek sign and gave him a thankful smile, before hurrying out with Minho, and getting into the car to go to the Glader/Scorcher's house.

H I I I I, it's me again. Kels. don't ask me why I did that.

Mae here you go, you impatient shank.

Second chapter is complete, y'all.

Be proud, this is the only fic I have with a completed second chapter. as of right now.

Anyway, hoped you liked this. there will be the gladers and scorchers next chapter.

Till next chapter