Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Exchange II

Set in the Death Cure au
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The WICKED hallways were always white, distant mumbling of doctors could be heard as she slowly walked to her room. Her mind was swirling with the memories of being cornered and tortured, wanting to know more. She stubbornly refused. In the end, she lay curled up on the ground until she had to see Ava Paige again.

Helpless tears streamed down her cheeks, feeling so alone but she reminded herself that she chose this. She was trapped in WICKED forever. The entrance to her room entered her vision as she quickly wiped her wet face and breathed in deeply. She continued walking, hearing her footsteps echoing behind her.

The sudden sound of blaring sirens filled the silence, startling her as she saw the flashing lights on the walls. Something was happening. She quickly noticed Janson running out of a lab room, talking angrily to some WICKED guards before they disappeared.

Teresa didn't understand what was happening as she stood frozen, not knowing what to do. She quietly turned into a corner and bumped into two WICKED guards, causing her to shakily sway and glanced at them.
"I'm sorry." She whispered under her breath as she turned to walk past them and headed towards her room.

A firm gloved hand suddenly grabbed her wrist, making her stop and turn around. They were in black armed uniform with black tinted helmets as she realised one of them was holding her wrist.

"What are you doing? Let go." She muttered, confused as she tried to pull her wrist away. He only tightened his hold, bringing her closer to him as he stared at her.

Loud voices and hurried footsteps were approaching in her direction, causing the two WICKED guards frantically to look around before spotting a empty lab room. They glanced at each other and ran towards the room as they pulled her along with them.

Teresa noticed the other guard locking the door and turned her gaze to the guard tightly holding her wrist.
"Let me go!" She whispered, frightened as her blue eyes glistened with tears. Fear spread through her chest, not fully understanding.

The guard continued to stare at her, noticing the tears in her beautiful blue eyes as he breathed in her presence.
"Tommy, what do we do now?" A familiar voice with a british accent spoke, quietly as he saw Thomas staring at Teresa.

"Newt? Then that means...." She muttered under her breath as she recognised her old friend's voice and glanced at him.

She slowly turned her head back to the other guard as she swallowed the lump of emotion in her throat, knowing who he was now.
"Thomas?" Teresa muttered, softly as leaked tears streamed down her cheeks. He silently lifted the helmet off, his brown eyes held a soft glimmer as he gently wiped her tears away with his thumb.

His fingers were wet as more of her tears escaped her blue eyes, still not believing he was really here. She flung herself into his arms, her heart feeling lighter as she desperately clung to his chest.
"I missed you, Tom...." She whispered, softly as she clutched his uniform and buried her face in his chest.

He breathed in shakily before he quickly wrapped his strong arms around her small waist and buried his face into her soft raven hair. They stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a while as the outside world became distant and muted.

A loud cough broke their comfortable silence as Newt snickered at two forgetting he was here, noticing they turned their heads towards him.
"Don't I get a hug?" Newt asked, grinning as he smiled at Teresa in the same way a brother might look at his sister.

Teresa giggled, rolling her eyes at Newt and tried shifting out of Thomas's strong arms. His hold on her small waist tightened, keeping her pressed against his chest.