one shots // newtmas

It's Not Negotiable

Found this on a prompt site, it's sad but i really wanted to write it. I haven't written in a while, srry :(

{This takes place in TDC but before they do the whole "Take Down WICKED" plan but after Newt...}

"Thomas?"

Thomas groaned and didn't answer, his whole body hurt.

"Thomas? Can you hear me?"

Again, he refused to respond.

"Thomas, I know you can hear me."

Thomas groaned and slowly opened his aching eye lids. The light was a blinding white and there were faces...faces he recognized.

He quickly tried to sit up but belts on his wrists stopped him. He was strapped to a hospital looking type bed. The blood rushed through his body, causing black spots to flash across his eyes and his head to pound.

"Thomas, lay back down."

"No, I'm not working with you anymore! I'm not apart of your cure!" Thomas yelled, trashing against the restraints.

"This isn't a trial Thomas, this is an offer."

He stopped fighting long enough to look at the person talking to him. It was none other then the Chancellor and her little assistant, the rat man.

"I don't want anything you have to give me. You already took everything from me," he spit at Janson.

"Really? You don't want anything? There isn't one thing you wouldn't want back?" Ava smiled as Janson wiped his cheek clean.

"You took away the most important person in the world to me," Thomas whispered, then he shook his head and said loudly, "undo my wrists."

Janson glanced at Ava who just shrugged and nodded.

Janson worked quickly, unclasping the belts in mere seconds. Thomas rung his sore wrists and sat up slowly, his ankles were still bound and he knew they would stay that way.

"Thomas, I hope you know that we didn't take...what was his name, Newt away from you. That was the flare, something we're working hard to cure," Ava said calmly.

Rage flashed across Thomas's face, "don't you dare shucking talk about him! It's your fault! All of this is your fault!" he yelled, balling his fists.

"I know you two had a special connecti..." Ava started but was cut off.

"I loved him," Thomas growled, hot angry tears building up in his eyes.

......"Tommy...I think uh...." Newt stammered nervously as his eyes darted over Thomas's face. They were sitting in the back room of the Berg, Minho and Jorge were up front.

"What's wrong?" Thomas put his hand on top of his friends', concern lacing his voice.

"Nothing's wrong Tommy..." Newt signed and hid his face in his hands.

"Come on Newt, you can tell me anything," Thomas gave his friend a smile.

"You have to promise not to hate me because right now I can't loose you," Newt sighed.

"Are you dreaming of eating my face?" Thomas teased.

"I'm dreaming of doing something else with your face," Newt nervously laughed.

"What?"

"Tommy, I'm in bloody love with you okay? I know, its stupid but..."

Thomas cut him off by pressing his lips to his, Newt couldn't help but grin into the kiss which just turned it into a dysfunctional mess but neither of them cared.