Back Home Again

Alone. Again.

Thomas POV:

"You."

"Me."

"You!"

Janson sighed, "Me."

Thomas reached for Janson, only to be cut off by the restraints pinning him to a cold, flat bed. Only then did he take the time to look around the room he was stuck in.

White walls. White lights. White doors. White ceiling tiles. White floors. No windows.

It was a cell. Cold and barren of life.

"What are you doing to me?" Thomas's voice was barely audible; his voice dry and torn.

"Oh, Thomas, this was all part of the plan. You see, I have been setting this up since the day you walked in this building for the first time. I've always been 10 steps ahead of you. And you wanna know why?"

Thomas struggled against the restraints as Janson came closer to him.

"Because you're alone. Because you push everyone away. Because if you didn't push them away, they would end up just like Alby. Winston. Chuck. Teresa, or should I say Allison?"

Thomas screamed at him.

"And most importantly, Sonya. You see Thomas, you didn't just kill Sonya, you killed Newt, too. He came back from the dead for you. And you let his sister die. He'd only had her back for less than a day before she died. Then before you got the chance to push Newt away again, he pushed you away. Because you. Are. Alone."

Thomas could no longer fight. Everything Janson was saying was true. It was all his fault. Gally had been right when he said that they couldn't leave the Maze. Brenda had been right when she said he had a problem where he couldn't walk away from people even when he should. Everyone was right, except him.

Thomas slumped back against the hard rock of the chair he was on. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Janson smirk and get up.

"I'll be back for you when you're in a better mood. And don't try anything. I'm always watching." Janson slammed the door and left Thomas to his thoughts.

Thomas's eyes closed as he wallowed in his own self pity. Images of Newt flashed in his eyes. The first time he met him, the first time he saw him die, and the time he walked away from him. 

Next came the pictures of Lydia. Oh how he longed for his quiet— well, not exactly quiet— life he used to live. Lydia cheering him on at lacrosse, saving him from a panic attack, and saving him from the Nogitsune. 

Finally, Teresa. Her perfect blue eyes filled with tears as she told Thomas of her betrayal. Her wavy, chocolate hair tangled around her face as she saved his life with her own.

Thomas couldn't help but feel so alone. Again.

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An hour later, or maybe 2? Hell, it could've been a day later. Thomas had completely no idea of the time of day, as there were no windows, no clocks, nothing but an empty, white room. Thomas was awakened by a loud scuffle outside of his room.

Gunshots.

The coppery smell of blood.

Screams

were coming through the walls. Thomas closed his eyes in agony. He couldn't bring himself to imagine what was going on out there until—

The pounding on the door came like thunder in his ears. He heard a voice calling, but who was it? What was he saying? Thomas strained his ears, he was already so weak.

"Tommy?" There was a shout at the door.

The boy's British accent snapped Thomas out of his weakened state. He started screaming, struggling, anything, to get him to come in here.

"Newt, NEWT! It's me! I'm in here! NEWT!"

The door slammed open revealing a tall boy with tousled blonde hair and deep, brown eyes. 

Newt walked closer to him urgently, but all Thomas could do was stare at him. Newt frantically undid the restraints keeping Thomas in place, shouting at him about how they needed to leave and how everyone had come to get him, but Thomas couldn't pay any attention to what he was saying. He just sat there.

As Newt pulled away, Thomas grabbed his hand.

"You came back," he whispered.

Only then did Newt calm down.

Newt's eyes were trained on Thomas's.

"Of course I did. I would never push you away, Tommy."

Thomas couldn't think as he pulled Newt toward him. Their lips connected for the first time, and definitely not the last. 

"I'll never leave you again, Newt, I promise." Thomas held on to the boy with the brown eyes. 

"I know, Tommy, I—"

"Alright loverbirds! Lemme just say that I totally called it, but actually guys we gotta go. Fry's bomb is gonna take this place down. And hell knows where Janson is so get off your asses."

Minho's voice came through like scissors cutting paper. Thomas's eyes followed to where the voice had come from and looked up to see Minho's smirk standing in the doorway.

After the embarrassment evaporated, Thomas couldn't help but laugh. He stood up and walked hand in hand with Newt over to Minho.

The world's most bittersweet group hug saved the three, as the Ivy Trio was back together again.

A/N: Alright so we're finally getting somewhere, that's good! Hope you guys like it!! Keep voting pls it means so much!!! I'm thinking epilogue soon?? Love you all and thanks for all the support!

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