Thomas woke up in the early hours of the morning.
The sun hadn't risen yet and he was alone in his bed.
He got up and went outside of his hut. The Safe Haven was peaceful when everyone was asleep.
That thought lingered for only a second before a more important one replaced it.
Where was Newt?
Oh wait.
Thomas grabbed two warm jumpers, put one on and went in search of his boyfriend.
He found the blonde pretty quickly.
He was sitting in the sand, a bit away from the small village that was now their home.
Thomas slipped off his shoes and socks and despite the cold, padded barefoot on the sand towards Newt.
"Hey love," he said softly, sitting down. "You okay?"
"Just one of those days," Newt sighed, gratefully accepting the offered jumper and pulling it on over his head.
Thomas understood what he meant and immediately moved closer, slipping an arm around his waist.
After they went to save Minho from WCKD and Newt stabbed himself, Thomas-everyone- thought he was dead.
They went back to find Newt's body but it was gone.
It was almost two years later when Vince received information that there was one remaining WCKD base they hadn't yet destroyed.
Thomas could vividly remember jogging through the halls with Minho in search of any survivors when they stumbled across a door marked Subject A5.
Thomas froze and Minho opened the door.
Newt was sitting cross legged on the ground in a flimsy hospital gown, looking up at the tiny window.
Then he turned around and Thomas felt his life looking up before it came crashing down.
Newt was incredibly pale, his face sunken, large bags under his eyes, bruises covered his skinny body. His eyes widened when he saw the boys and tried to stand up but collapsed to the ground.
Thomas and Minho rushed over.
"Newt," Thomas whispered, tears blurring his vision. "You're alive."
"No shit," Newt croaked but managed a smile.
They heard a sob and looked up. Minho was on his knees next to Newt and he was shaking.
"Minmin," Newt said, sitting up as best as he could, wrapping his arms around the raven haired boy. "Shhh, I'm okay."
"I missed you so fucking much you shank," Minho cried into his neck.
Newt smiled. "I missed you too." He looked up. "C'mere Tommy."
Thomas held both of them tight. After a minute or two, he said, "c'mon. Let's get out of here."
Thomas and Minho supported Newt as they made their way out of the building.
"Thomas, where are you?" Vince's voice crackled through the walkie talkie Thomas had strapped to his belt.
He grabbed it and responded, "We're nearly at the entrance. Newt's with us."
"Newt?! He's alive?!"
"Yeah."
"Okay, bring him back in one piece. And be careful at the entrance, three guards just walked in."
"Thanks Vince, we'll see you in a sec."
True to his word, three guards came round the corner. Minho took Newt and Thomas aimed his gun (the electric thingies, can't rmbr 4 the life of me what they're called) and blasted the guards.
They fell to the ground, limbs jerking with electricity.
Then they made it home and soon Thomas blurted out "I love you," and Newt said, "I love you too."
But Newt changed, and from what Mary could tell he'd never be the same again.
It was five months later.
Newt got into these dark moods frequently enough, and would often disappear without anyone noticing.
Now was one of those times.
Newt shuffled closer to Thomas and lay his head on his shoulder and they sat there, listening, watching the waves.
The sun rose.
Two years later
"Thomas!" Newt shrieked, shaking the brunette awake.
Thomas jerked up and immediately noticed how cold it was. "What Newt?!"
"Look outside!" Newt grinned and ran out of the hut.
There were yells outside.
Thomas got up and holy Jesus it was-
"It's snowing!!" Newt yelled.
The ground was covered by a thin sheet of white and it was coming down thick and fast.
"Thomas!" Minho called from the hut a few feet away, holding a heavily pregnant and shivering Aris close to him. "What the fuck is going on?!"
Thomas grabbed a spare blanket and jogged over to Minho's hut, handing the blanket to Aris. "Dude use your eyes! It's snowing!"
"I know it's fucking snowing! I'm wondering why."
"You're an idiot," Aris sighed. "Where were you when Vince was telling us that the earth is finally returning to its normal state? He said the seasons are shifting or something and it won't be so warm anymore."
Thomas nodded. "Your boyfriend's smarter than you."
"That's the second brain in me," Aris smiled, rolling his eyes.
"Tommy!" Newt ran over to them. "Guess what?"
Thomas looked alarmed. "What?"
"IT'S SNOWING!!" Newt shouted into the sky, smiling widely.
Thomas had never seen him smile so much.
"There's snow everywhere! There's even snow on the beach!"
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