It's No Paradise Without You

Paradise

Thomas's POV

Weary and with a tear stained face I stumbled through the flat trans. Squinting because of the new light, I scanned my surroundings. We were in some type of jungle. Paradise, I first thought, but that didn't feel right.

There was no Paradise without those who had died. Little Chuck, he deserved a family and a normal life, Newt, who deserved sanity and love, but most of all Teresa. She had died thinking I hated her. Little had she known that I could never hate her... I loved her.

"Thomas!" Brenda called in her annoying voice. She ran up and hugged me, I guess we were kind of dating but I had no feelings for her. I mean sure she was a badass and had been really helpful but she wasn't Teresa. (A/N: I seriously HATE Brenda and Trenda with passion).

"Hey Brenda." I said weakly. I really didn't want to talk to her right now but I knew I wouldn't be able to get away.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"It's just." I sighed, "Teresa, she's dead." I say.

"Why do you care about her? She betrayed you!" She said angrily. Wow, A+ comforting skills.

"She did it to protect me!" I yelled back, no one was aloud to talk about her like that, especially now. "Sorry," I apologized, "I just don't wanna talk about it right now."

She nodded, understanding.

"Thomas!" Minho called as he strode over to where we were talking, "I hate to interrupt your little chick flick moment but these people are scared and confused, we gotta do something."

"Alright, we should set up places to sleep and find food." I suggested.

Minho nodded

"Alright listen up ya ugly shanks!" Minho yelled to get everyone's attention. Most looked confused considering they didn't know glader slang and I had to stifle a laugh. "I know some of you are confused and most scared so I'll make this short and sweet, now that we're away from WICKED we need to start workin'. Those who are able can come build homes with me and Thomas over here and the rest can look for food and water. Now get to work!" He said making everyone start to move. I think most were afraid of him, others just needed to start doing something.

"Nice speech." I nodded to Minho smirking.

"These people need leaders Thomas, and that's gonna be us." He smirked.

After a day's work, many houses were made and we had enough food to last us a while. We made the houses out of wood and bamboo and they were big enough for 2 or three people to stay in. People made their own makeshift beds and furniture. It was enough to last us a while in what everyone (but me) called Paradise.

Brenda and I stayed in the first house and Minho was in the second. We called them the leader houses and told people to come if they needed help.

"Thomas! Come on!" Brenda yelled from the bedroom we shared. I don't know why I agreed to stay with her but I guess it was just so I could have a distraction.

"Coming!" I shouted back. Today had been a really long day and I just wanted to sleep, though I knew nightmares and Brenda wouldn't make it that easy.

I trudged into the small bedroom and plopped onto the bed.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"Nothing, just tired." I lied. If I told her the truth then I knew she'd just nag about how much Teresa didn't care about me like she does and all that crap.

"I know your lying, but I won't pry." She smirked, "though maybe I can make you feel better." She climbed on top of me and kissed me on the lips. When we kissed I never felt anything, not like how it was with Teresa. Stop! I thought, don't think about her, you like Brenda now. Teresa is dead and there's no reason to have second thoughts.

I pulled away, "I really am tired." I said but it was just an excuse. I couldn't do this, not when the one I really loved had just died to save me.

She huffed and rolled her eyes as I laid down and pulled the woven blanket over my body and as soon as my head hid the pillow I was asleep.

Teresa's POV

I woke up in a dimly lighted room. Where am I? I tried to sit up, but the aching pain in my stomach kept me from moving. My head lifted up to see I was in a hospital type room. I was hooked up to a machine measuring my heartbeat and I was in a paper gown.

Confused, I try to sit up again, this time succeeding though sending excruciating pain throughout my body. The last thing I remember was dying, so how was I here. Is this heaven? No it can't be, last time I checked heaven wasn't a hospital. Then I saw the tag on the gown, Property of WICKED.

A/N

Yay cliffhanger. So this is my new story about the ship that has caused me the most emotional pain of all: THOMESA. I hope you guys like it so far.

Thanks for reading!
-Emma