Solo ◇Thomas◇ II

~20~

Thomas’ eyes fluttered open slowly. He took a minute to take in his surroundings . He was in a hut and on a comfortable bed. 

A small sunlight shone through the hut along with the sound of windchimes outside. No guns firing, no screaming, no bombs, nothing. There was fresh air around him instead of smoke. 

Slowly he sat up seeing a table of some medical supplies. He looked down seeing he was changed into a set of fresh clothes and any wounds he had were cleaned. 

Thomas slowly stood to his feet looking around again before his eyes fell on a mirror. He stared at his reflection barely recognising it, he had cuts and bruises over his face. His skin wasn't bloody or dirty anymore now fully cleaned. 

He stared at his hands not seeing Newt's blood or Spencers or anybody else's. Every little bit of that time was gone but the memories were not gone. 

He had lost the three most important people to him, Newt, Spencer and Teresa. Just before they had escaped Teresa chose to not jump onto the Berg and instead fall down with the rest of the building. 

Thomas walked over to the curtain moving it out the way to reveal the beautiful view in front of him. The ocean waves gently met up by the sand crashing onto them gently. A large boat and a smaller boat were out in the distance of the ocean fishing. The grass blew gently due to the small gusts of wind. Butterflies were landing on the sunflowers before flying away. 

He looked to his left with his eyes widening slightly as he saw the huts, tents and people. Normal people, no cranks, no Wicked members. 

He walked down the soft sand and towards the grassy area. He passed talking and laughing kids, people picking fruit or veg and some building new tents and huts. 

Minho was the first to notice him and quickly began making his way over with Brenda, Frypan, Gally, Sonya, Aris and Jorge trailing behind him. Behind him Vince and Harriet were walking towards him. 

As soon as Minho reached Thomas they engulfed each other into a hug, small tears dropping down their cheeks. 

The others around them had their hands on each other's shoulder or holding hands whilst they waited for Minho and Thomas’ moment to be over. 

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Later that night everyone sat or stood by the fire as Vince got ready to give a speech in front of everyone. The sun was setting, meeting the beach and giving them a beautiful sunset. 

“We have come a long way together. So many have sacrificed so much to make this place possible. Your friends and your family. So here's to the ones who could be here. Here's to the friends we lost.” Vince lifted his drink up and so did everyone else except Thomas who was looking down at his lap. “This place is for you. It's for all of us.” Vince lowers his cup and points at the large boulder with the hammer in his hand. “But this, this is for them. So in your own time in your own way come make your peace.” He sets the hammer down before raising his drink and shouting. 

“And welcome to the safe haven!” 

Everyone cheered and drank their drinks. 

A little while later Gally was carving Chuck’s name, Frypan carved Winston’s, Minho carved Alby’s name and Thomas carved Spencer’s, Newt’s and Teresa’s. Once all their names were carved in they took a moment before they carved the rest of the gladers names. 

Everyone deserves to be put up there. 

When it got darker the fire became bigger, people were playing games and laughing but Thomas sat on the edge of a deck of a cabin sitting next to Minho. 

Minho smiles, “This is gonna be a good home for us.” 

Thomas nods, his head turning to Minho before glancing back at the view in front of them. “Yeah.” 

Minho slipped something out from his pocket handing it to Thomas, “You had this on you while you were passed out. Figured I'd keep it safe for you.” 

Thomas gingerly took the small vial on a chain out of Minho’s hand. “Thanks Minho.” 

He give him a tight smile before standing to his feet and patting him on the shoulder, “See you out there,” 

“See ya.” 

Two letters were in the vial one from Newt and one from Spencer, they were able to stuff them in a tiny vial. Thomas mentally prepared herself taking a deep breath before opening the letter Newt had given him first.