Be It Or Not Unbreakable Bond (Thomesa)

Chapter 9

The council room was spacious and dim lighting, a single window casting sunlight inside as a big round table sat in the centre. Paper maps of the island were scattered across its walls due to their last meeting, scribbled writings as it showed the possibility of more settlements in the future.

Thomas woke up early, waiting for his friends to arrive as he was ready to set his plan into action. He was determined to find Teresa, now that he learnt she was kept in WICKED as her words from his dream swirled in his mind. She was still there, alive. His heart felt lighter for the first time in a while that night.

"Hey, you ugly shank. Why did you ask for a meeting?" Minho spoke, calmly walking into the room as he broke Thomas out of his wandering thoughts. He briefly saw the soft glimmer in his brown eyes, no longer holding that empty look since he woke up.

It was a good thing Vince decided to step back from his leadership and let the gladers be the council, wanting to enjoy a more peaceful stress free life in paradise. He was mostly seen around the settlement, helping the builders and spending time with the children.

Minho was honestly curious about Thomas's change of behaviour, noticing him more quiet these days as he saw Thomas's expression quickly turn serious. It must be important if he had that intense look on his face, reminding him when Thomas fought with Gally with the maze.

"Minho, I think my telepathic connection with Teresa has come back." He spoke, quietly as he looked at Minho.

"Why do you think that, shank?" Minho responded, slowly as he knew Thomas was having a hard time over Teresa's death. He noticed him wandering off alone sometimes, retreating to his own thoughts and the scream he heard before.
"She told me to find her. She's in WICKED" He answered, determinedly as his brown eyes darkened at the thought.

There was silence filling the air for a while as faint sounds of people hustling outside could be heard. Minho intently stared at Thomas, not knowing what to say as he spotted his hands were fisted.

He knew the telepathic connection between the two, finding it slightly annoying at times when he saw them looking at each other but not saying anything out loud. A sudden giggle from Teresa would happen, causing Thomas to grin at her as the Gladers would look at them, confused but knowing they were talking in their heads.

Minho wanted to give Thomas the benefit of the doubt, knowing about their irreplaceable bond but keeping in mind that Thomas was still not over her death.

"Are you sure?" Minho whispered, quietly as he breathed in deeply. He wanted to help Thomas in any way possible, they were more like brothers than friends.
"Yeah. She's still alive." Thomas responded, firmly as he briefly felt the ache in his chest lessened with hope. He had to find her.

"How is that possible, shank?" Minho answered, concerned slightly as he remembered when he saw Teresa die on that flaming rooftop.
"She told me in my dreams. Repeatedly." He spoke, slowly as he stared at Minho. His brown eyes held a stubborn glimmer, desperately hoping Minho would believe him.

"Your dreams? Is that why you asked me that question before?" Minho asked, not knowing how their telepathy actually worked. That's why Thomas was curious about dreams and their meanings. He thought it was strange that their telepathy now only worked when Thomas was asleep, through his dreams.

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe....maybe that was the reason for Thomas becoming sleep deprived lately.

"I can only talk to her in my dreams, Minho. It's like she's really there." Thomas muttered, softly as he remembered trying to talk to Teresa when he wasn't sleeping and getting nothing. His dreams honestly felt she was actually there, in his arms and trying to communicate with him.

He could still taste the sweetness of her soft pink lips in his mouth and remember the specks of green in her beautiful blue eyes.

"She only said WICKED?" Minho spoke, silently processing what this meant as Thomas's words confirmed his earlier thoughts. He saw Thomas nod in reply as silence filled the room again. Distant sounds of kitchen pans could be heard.

"Well, I guess we have to go save her, shank. If she's calling for ya, we have be there." Minho spoke, determinedly as he crossed his arms across his chest.
"We will." Thomas responded, softly as his lips titled up into a small smile. He was grateful Minho believed him and was willing to help in his mission to find her. All they had to do now was inform the others.

"Something must be wrong with her, shuckface. If the telepathy is only working in your dreams." Minho muttered, quietly as he glanced at Thomas. He noticed his brown eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, probably at the thought of Teresa hurt.

"She's asleep." Thomas whispered as he slowly processed Minho's words. It made sense since he couldn't talk to her when he was awake, meaning she was constantly asleep.

Teresa was in a coma. And by the hands of WICKED. He quickly glanced at Minho as he saw him also come to same conclusion by the serious expression on his face.

"We'll get her back, shank." Minho responded, softly as he placed his hand on his shoulder in support. He saw how lost Thomas was without Teresa by his side and now knew they needed each other.

"There's no doubt about that." He spoke, his gaze determined as his brown eyes darkened in anger and frustration at WICKED. She belonged with him, always.

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)