A Race Against Time! (ThomasxNewt) - Completed!

Chapter One...

Thomas’ Dream…

Gally and Minho ran as fast as their legs could take them towards the serum. Gally took off with some intense speed that made Minho feel quite jealous. A scream of “NEWT!” stopped Minho in his tracks, he turned around abruptly and sprinted in the direction of the voice. 

Minho arrived on the scene to see Newt running at Thomas with a knife, striking the defenceless Thomas who dodged every attack. Minho knew something was going to go wrong, so when the two got too close. He dived, tackling Newt to the ground and disarming him. Avoiding Newt’s bites, Minho managed to get Newt on his front with his arms behind his back with the help from Thomas. The cries of their friend almost had the two letting go of Newt who continued to struggle, fighting the crank that had taken over his mind. 

“Newt! Fight it!”. The said boy heard the whispered cries of Thomas and Minho as he mentally battled for control. Thomas helped Minho keep Newt down but the two tensed up when they heard footsteps to the left. Looking up, Thomas connected eyes with Gally who held the serum in his hands, quickly passing it over to Minho who shook his head. 

“Minho, give it to him!”

“Gally. It won’t work. I've seen what that stuff does to people!”

“Thomas, what do we do!”

“Knock him out now!”

Minho looked at Thomas like he was crazy. Gally noticed Newt shifting and without warning. Minho and Thomas were pushed off Newt and Gally had struck the boy across the face before restraining him. Minho watched as Gally picked up Newt's bridal style, remembering the last time Newt lay in the similar position in his own arms at the time. Thomas then led the three of them to WCKD after they all heard Teresa’s message. Their main concern was Newt. 

Gally had recently discovered something to do with Newt and he was certainly keeping it to himself.

A few weeks later…

Frypan watched as the three friends left the medical tent before heading down to the beach like they did every morning since they came to the safe haven. Frypan frowned, Minho hung his head more while Thomas seemed to stare into the sea with no thoughts. Gally was so hard to read that the only person who could ever read him was Newt but the poor boy was still in recovery and had yet to wake up. Although, many would have thought after spending a couple of years in the glade cooking for everyone Frypan would have let someone else to cook. He loved it so he continued getting up every morning to prepare but it also helped him keep an eye on his friends at their most vulnerable times.

Sighing, the man turned to his left to grab something off the shelf when something, no someone caught his eye. Words struggled to make it out of his mouth, a young man with the whitest blonde hair stepped out of the medical tent and limped his way over to the three boys sitting on the beach. Frypan smiled, finally something good would come out of the day and the three boys would learn to smile again.

Thomas felt nothing as he stared out towards the calm ocean ahead of him, he noticed the ever so silent Gally to his left throwing rocks into the water creating ripples across the water. Minho had his head quite literally into the clouds, Thomas could tell his friend was lost and hurting. Gally was brooding again as he leaned against a much larger rock making him look small next to it.

“So what’s got you three brooding like shanks?” 

Three heads whipped around as soon as they heard the sarcastic voice of their dear friend. Standing just behind them leaning on the leg of a small hut was none other than Newt who seemed to have escaped medical. Minho rushed forward and pulled Newt into a desperate hug, Newt hugged him back tightly. Newt gasped when strong arms pulled him into a stronger chest, the person smelt like hard-work. Newt looked up to see Gally gripping him tightly, not that Newt was a fan of hugs. He must have really scared them. Not soon after did Gally let go, to wipe the sea salt out of his eyes or so he says. Minho smiled at Newt with tears sliding down his face.

“Newt?” Thomas called out not believing what he was saying. Newt now had his left eye glassed over while his veins on his neck remained a grey colour despite being cured of the virus due to Teresa’s knowledge she had passed onto Thomas. “Tommy” Newt replied shifting his weight to his more sturdy leg, he never cried in front of anyone but Newt didn’t care at this moment in time. Thomas rushed forward to protect him in a sense while pulling his best mate to his chest. Thomas smiled at Newt’s content face as his eyes drifted close on Thomas shoulder. 

Gally directed the three to the sand for them to sit on a blanket, Minho had whipped out of nowhere. The three sat and watched the sun rise in front of their eyes while Newt lay soundly asleep against Thomas' chest. Minho and Gall almost shield them from view from either side of Thomas. Minho leaned down to caress Newt’s hair earning him a sharp ‘bugger off’ from his friend. Gally smirked before draping his jacket over Newt’s pale white shoulders, watching the blonde snuggle into the warm was all he needed. His own conversation caught on. Thomas smiled at his friend's actions before leaning down and leaving a gentle kiss on Newt’s lips who currently resided in his lap.

Minho turned to the awakened boys and said, “Good Morning”. Gally and Thomas nodded in a reply to Minho. A muffled voice broke through the concentration of the older boys. “Tommy, Min, Gal. If you don’t shut up and let me sleep, I swear I will…”. Newts eyes opened when lips touched his followed by a shushing noise. A hand in his hair and another on his leg rubbed simultaneously circles helped relax him. He noticed before it was too late. The three were working together to get Newt to go to sleep. Before allowing sleep to overcome him, Newt mumbled, “I hate you guys”, there was no hate in the sentence. Instead it made the three awake boys laugh as they continued to watch the sunrise to a brand new day. 

There we go, Chapter One (Thought I'd try something different!)